Mission: Supernatural Supernatural/Past, Present, Future? Ad Noctum Day 3 3/1 Stardate: 2407.02.16 Total posts=73 Dates-2/1/07-2/28/07 Mission: Supernatural Day: 3 Stardate: 2407.02.16 (USS Dennison – TenFoward – CMO– Lt.jg Lewis Nymes – 0933) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-Commander Trevan West-09:40) (USS Dennison - Bridge - Lt.jg Lewis Nymes - 0940) (USS Dennison – Bridge –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 0941) (USS Dennison - Ready Room - CMO Lt.jg Lewis Nymes - 0941) (USS Dennison – Ten Forward – ATAC/SEC – Ensign Ash Divay – 0942) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-09:42) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-Commander Trevan West, 0943) (USS Dennison - Ten Forward - ACSO Ens Dale Bracken- 0943) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CMO Lt.jg Lewis Nymes, 0944) (USS Dennison – Ten Forward – ATAC/SEC – Ensign Ash Divay – 0945) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-09:45) (USS Dennison - Ready Room - CMO Nymes - 0946) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-Commander Trevan West-09:46) (USS Dennison - Ten Forward - ACSO Ens Dale Bracken- 0946) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-09:53) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-Commander Trevan West-09:55) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-09:57) (USS Dennison-Bridge-FO Banowsky-10.00) (USS Dennison – Bridge –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1001) (USS Dennison - CMO - Sickbay - Nymes - 1010) (USS Dennison-Bridge-FO Banowsky-10.30) (USS Dennison-Conference Room-CO Madison Davis-12:58) (USS Dennison - Sickbay - CMO Dr Nymes - 1300) (USS Dennison-Conference Room-FO Banowsky-13.00) (USS Dennison - Bridge - Ensign Junior Grade Tarapik - 1302) (USS Dennison – Conference Room – ATAC/SEC – Ensign Ash Divay –1302) (USS Dennison – Bridge –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1305) (USS Dennison - Flight Ops - ACONN Ens.sg Elenor Night - 1305) (USS Dennison-Conference Room-CO Madison Davis-13:06) (USS Dennison-Conference Room - ACSO Ens Dale Bracken - 13:07) (USS Dennison - Bridge - ACONN Ens.sg Ele Night - 1307) (USS Dennison - Bridge - Ensign Junior Grade Tarapik - 1307) (USS Dennison - Conference room - ACSO Ens Dale Bracken- 1307) (USS Dennison –Conference Room –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1308) (USS Dennison – Deck 4 Fore Torpedo Launchers – ATAC/SEC – Ensign Ash Divay –1309) (USS Dennison-Bridge-Commander Trevan West-13:09) (USS Dennison-Conference Room-CO Madison Davis-13:10) (USS Dennison – Main Bridge – Ensign Alahan Trew – 13:10) (USS Dennison – Bridge –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1310) (USS Dennison – Bridge –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1310) (USS Dennison-Bridge-FO Banowsky-13.10) (USS Dennison-Bridge-CO Madison Davis-13:11) (USS Dennison-Bridge-Commander Trevan West, 13:11) (USS Dennison-Bridge-ACONN Ens.sg Elenor Night-13:11) (USS Dennison-Bridge-CO Madison Davis-13:12) (USS Beowulf-Bridge-FO-Lt. Commander Michael Loyola-13.12) (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - Ensign Alahan Trew - 13:14) (USS Dennison - Bridge - Ensign Junior Grade Tarapik - 1315) (USS Dennison - Bridge - ACSO Dale Bracken -13:15) (USS Dennison – Bridge –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1316) (USS Dennison-Bridge-CO Madison Davis-13:16) (USS Dennison-Bridge-FO Banowsky-13.16) (USS Dennison-Bridge-Commander Trevan West-13.17) (USS Beowulf - Bridge - Counselor Lt. Baryn Myr - 1318) (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - Ensign Alahan Trew - 13:19) (USS Dennison-Bridge-CO Madison Davis-13:20) (USS Beowulf-Bridge-Lt. Commander Loyola-13.20) (USS Dennison - Bridge - ACSO Ens Dale Bracken- 1322) (USS Dennison, Bridge, Commander Trevan West, 1325) (USS Dennison, Bridge, ACSO Ens Dale Bracken, 1328) (USS Dennison – Bridge –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1330) (USS Dennison-Bridge- Commander Trevan West-1330) (USS Dennison-Bridge-CO Madison Davis-13:32) (USS Dennison- Chance Temerarious – 1340) (USS Dennison-Bridge-FO Banowsky-13.40) (USS Dennison – Sickbay – Couns Lt. Baryn Myr - 13nnison-Sickbay-Lt. Commander Loyola-13:45) (USS Dennison – Bridge –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1345) (USS Dennison – Bridge –FO Banowsky – 1345) (USS Dennison-Sickbay-CO Madison Davis-13:48) (USS Dennison, Transporter Room 3, Commander Trevan West, 1350) (USS Dennison, Transporter Room 3, ACSO Ens Dale Bracken, 1351) Mission: Ad Noctum (USS Agrippa - Temporary Stratops Command - Rear Admiral Richard Ian Lee -0340) (USS Johann - Brig - A Starfleet Officer - Time has no meaning to one chained) Supernatural Day 3 (USS Dennison – TenFoward – CMO– Lt.jg Lewis Nymes – 0933) "Err ..yes Sir i was,There were some important repairs, i had to make sure.Sir " Ash said Nymes sighed inwardly. ~why does every none medic think that because I let them out of sickbay, that they can go and do what they used to do immediately?~ "Ash, I released you to your quarters for some reasons. 1, you needed to recurperate. 2, you aren't indispensible - there are other atac's that could have done those repairs. 3, last time I checked, your engineering expertise was limited?" Before the ensign could reply to Nymes' distant, depressed tone of voice, Dee had joined them, lively and bubbly as always. "Hey dee, how are you feelin..." =/\=Davis to Nymes, I need to see you in my ready room =/\= Sighing once again, Nymes tapped his commbadge. "On my way, Captain." he answered. "Dee, try and get Ash to, I don't know, maybe rest today? When I said no holodecks I meant "No holodecks or jefferies' tubes", Ash." Nymes smiled, and walked out of Ten Forward. (reply Dee, Ash) (posted by Greg Cox) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-Commander Trevan West-09:40) Trevan was being summoned to see the Captain? He just saw her! The doors slid open to reveal Captain Davis sitting at her desk, but to the left side of the table was the Doctor. 'Great, this is not going to be fun' he thought as the doors closed. "Reporting as ordered sir." (Reply any) (Posted by Kerry Fletcher) (USS Dennison - Bridge - Lt.jg Lewis Nymes - 0940) The sight that met the trill's eyes as he stepped onto the bridge was one of transition. No more was there burnt debris strewn around the room; while there still were burnt out consoles, the mood was one of healthy repair - with engineering gurneys and a team fixing panel after panel. Catching the eye of the Ops chief and the FO, Nymes said in a distracted fashion, "Morning Gentlemen," (reply Chance, Will) "I won't be a moment, the boss wants a word." (reply Chance, Will) Nymes walked over to the intact ready room control, and pressed the door chime, and straightened his sooty, bloody, torn, sweaty uniform the best he could. "Come." (posted by Greg Cox) (USS Dennison – Bridge –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 0941) Seeing Doctor Nymes walk onto the bridge caught Chance’s attention as he was getting ready to ask the FO if he could go below long enough to catch a nap and perhaps a meal while he was at it. “Howdy Doc, what brings you to this neck o’ the woods?” "I won't be a moment, the boss wants a word." “That doesn’t sound good. Well, best a’ luck to ya Doc.” As Nymes walked over to the intact ready room control, Chance returned his focus onto Banowsky “Sir, I’ve been on duty for well over 24 hours, If you don’t mind I’d like to go below and sleep for a while sir.” (Reply Banowsky) (Posted by Charlie Raschen) (USS Dennison - Ready Room - CMO Lt.jg Lewis Nymes - 0941) The Captain's desk was once again piled high with reports - stacks of PADDs from every department. Nymes knew his initial report would be in there somewhere - but an up to date report was yet to be filed. "Captain? You wished to see me?" (reply Davis) Nymes struggled against his sorrow for his friend as the captain divulged her reasons for summoning him. ~Why does it always work out like this?~ (reply any) (posted by GC) (USS Dennison – Ten Forward – ATAC/SEC – Ensign Ash Divay – 0942) "Ash, I released you to your quarters for some reasons. 1, you needed to recurperate. 2, you aren't indispensible - there are other atac's that could have done those repairs. 3, last time I checked, your engineering expertise was limited?" Nymes Said with a touch of sadness in his voice. Ash couldn't say a word ,he felt stupid to get caught like this. Then Divay noticed something. It was Dee walking straight towards their table. All of a sudden Ash felt Doctor, Sleep and tiredness disappears from his mind. All he saw was Dale in her uniform walking towards his table. ~Ok Stop staring Ash~ Divay reminded himself as he lowered his head looking down at the empty glass on the table. "Mind if I join you gentlemen?" Dale spoke in a very soft and gentle voice. Ash looked up and couldn't help feeling the way he felt when he first saw Dale Bracken. "Hey dee, how are you feelin..." Nymes Greeted and Welcome Dee. As Dee sat down opposite to Divay Ash noticed Nymes had just received summon from the CO. ~Good ,Gives me and Dee a chance to catch up~Ash thinks looking up at Dee and smiling. "On my way, Captain."Nymes answered. "Dee, try and get Ash to, I don't know, maybe rest today? When I said no holodecks I meant "No holodecks or jefferies' tubes", Ash." Nymes smiled, and walked out of Ten Forward. Divay's eyes followed the doctor as he left TenFoward. Satisfied he looked back at Dee. "How you been Dee?"He asked her. (Reply Bracken,Any) (Posted Ash Divay) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-09:42) Once Commander West had finally arrived, Madison stood up and said, “Have a seat gentlemen. I want to discuss with the both of you something I find extremely…irritating…to me.” From the looks on their faces she could tell they were both wondering what she was going to say and perhaps why they were the only two in there, however she gathered for the better they knew why. “Now…I’ve spoken with the both of you alone already about the fiasco that went on on the bridge while Commander Banowsky and I were unavailable. It seems that we’re having a problem with following the chain of command here.” Walking around to the front of the desk, she stood before them and pointed to the stack of PADDs that lay on her desk. “You see these? These are not only reports concerning the ship…these are reports concerning the behavior of what’s going on! From the looks of things I had people not knowing whether to turn left or right just because the both of you couldn’t handle trying to command things together in an orderly fashion!” She yelled. Then, toning down her voice a bit, she continued. “It’s one thing to get used to being under the command of certain officers. It’s one thing to try and counter command another officer if unable to command. But it’s another situation entirely when I hear about, and from you two, complaints about each other and how things are being handled.” Pursing her lips together, she walked back around the behind her desk, but still stood cowering over them. “I’m not trying to run a hard ship here, gentlemen. But when it comes to keeping order as well as the structure of command, I expect rules to be followed!” Slamming her fist on her desk, she hoped she was making her point clear…very clear. Shaking her head back and forth, she sighed, letting the quietness soak in for a few seconds. “It’s obvious you two didn’t…or don’t… see eye to eye in the situation we were just in.” Looking over towards Lt. Nymes, she said, “I understand you didn’t agree with the way Commander West was handling things on the bridge. If you didn’t agree with him, then you should have made a note in the log, not countermanded his orders when he was still able to give them!” <> Then, looking towards West, she said, “As I understand it, Lt. Nymes also made a suggestion that you didn’t consider. Now Starfleet Intelligence aside, I expect my senior officers to at least listen and consider these decisions.” <> Putting her left hand on her hip, she brought her right hand, in a fist, up to her lips. “When I first heard about this I thought it was a matter of simple miscommunication, aggravation all mixed in a tense situation. Now I’m not so sure about that. This is a clear demonstration of insubordination as far as I’m concerned. Because of this I now think I have a hard decision to make…unfortunately one I’ve already made.” She could see these two were wondering what was going on with her thought process, but she didn’t want to tell either of them just yet. “Do either of you have anything to say to each other about this situation before I tell you my decision? If you do I highly suggest you speak now and get it out into the air.” Placing her arms on her desk, she leaned down towards them, wondering if they would want to speak at all. (Reply: West, Nymes, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-Commander Trevan West, 0943) Then, looking towards West, she said, “As I understand it, Lt. Nymes also made a suggestion that you didn’t consider. Now Starfleet Intelligence aside, I expect my senior officers to at least listen and consider these decisions.” Trevan looked over at Nymes, then back to Davis and answered. "Sir," he said in his command tone, " I have always been one to listen to everyone on any situation, just because I don't acknowledge it verbally doesn't mean I didn't hear it or consider it. I like to run things smoothly, but," he said pausing to stop his foot tapping, "when push comes to shove, the officer in command has the final say. This ship isn't run by committee, if the situation were reversed and the good Doctor here was in command, I would follow his orders to the letter no matter how I felt." Trevan continued, slowly not letting his anger and frustration out. " I did consider the Doctor's insight into the situation, but we didn't have time to implement it. I came up with a faster solution that also guaranteed it's success. The Doctor's plan, while playing it safe, would not have, in my opinion and the computer's, closed the rift. If that were to happen," he leaned in closer and dropped his voice to almost a whisper, "you remember what I told you about so called 'support ships' in the area. Putting her left hand on her hip, she brought her right hand, in a fist, up to her lips. “When I first heard about this I thought it was a matter of simple miscommunication, aggravation all mixed in a tense situation. Now I’m not so sure about that. This is a clear demonstration of insubordination as far as I’m concerned. Because of this I now think I have a hard decision to make…unfortunately one I’ve already made.” “Do either of you have anything to say to each other about this situation before I tell you my decision? If you do I highly suggest you speak now and get it out into the air.” Placing her arms on her desk, she leaned down towards them, wondering if they would want to speak at all. Trevan spoke first, "Lewis, I respect your opinion on everything, since you have had several lifetimes of memories to draw upon. However, you do have to admit, there may be things I may know more of. Now," he said raising his hands in a non-threatening way, " I am not saying I am smarter or better than you or anyone else. It's just that I am or was, in command that day. I expect orders to be followed without delay or comment. Private comments are welcome as always. You are a fine Doctor and a caring one at that, but when that comes into play with the safety of the ship, the crew and possibly millions more, it tends to get in the way. I am or shall I say, was, an Engineer. I have a unique way of looking at problems and coming up with a solution that no-one had thought of. I still consider you a good officer and would not hesitate to have you under my command again if it were to come to that. Sometimes, you do have to be a bit, cold hearted to get the job done. Which is why you are a good and caring doctor and I am not" he said with a smirk. (Reply: Nymes, any) (Posted by:Kerry Fletcher) (USS Dennison – Ten Forward – ACSO – Ens Dale Bracken – 0943) Dale had sat down, feeling comforted by the presence of her friends. It seemed to her that Ash had been on the receiving end of a minor ticking off when she had arrived. She had barely been sat down for half a moment when a voice came over Lewis’ communicator. =/\=Davis to Nymes, I need to see you in my ready room =/\= He sighed, tapping his commbadge. "On my way, Captain." he answered. "Dee, try and get Ash to, I don't know, maybe rest today? When I said no holodecks I meant "No holodecks or jefferies' tubes", Ash." Nymes smiled, and walked out of Ten Forward. "How you been Dee?"He asked her. Dale raised an eyebrow, shaking her head slightly. “Oh, /I’m/ fine Ash†emphasising the one word. “You know why? Apart from half an hour when I got called to sickbay, I had a good night’s sleep. I can see however that you haven’t slept at all hardly.†(reply divay) “I know Ash, but you’re no good to any of us if you burn yourself out. Trust me I’ve seen it. Come close to it myself on occasion. Finish up breakfast then get some rest eh? If you won’t listen to doctor’s orders maybe you’ll heed a friends?†(Reply Divay iyw) “Okay lecture over.†Dale started on her breakfast, draining the now cold coffee, before nodding to a passing barman who had offered her a refill.†“How goes the repairs anyway, we all up and running? I’m headed down to my office, anything I should know about in Sciences?†(Reply Divay) (Posted by Mark) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CMO Lt.jg Lewis Nymes, 0944) “It’s obvious you two didn’t…or don’t… see eye to eye in the situation we were just in.” Looking over towards Lt. Nymes, she said, “I understand you didn’t agree with the way Commander West was handling things on the bridge. If you didn’t agree with him, then you should have made a note in the log, not countermanded his orders when he was still able to give them!” ~Countermanded? I never did that!~ "Captain. Commander. It is my firm belief that anyone in the FO role would be the sounding board for any ideas that the Captain of the time has not given enough thought to. At the time, I was not aware of the "Intelligence" considerations to the CoA - that was something that I was made aware of later. If you heard of a plan that would not just risk yourself, but everyone on board, including people that one could not adequately prepare for, would you be perfectly in your right mind to say that alternatives should be considered? Suggesting alternatives is not countermanding orders." Nymes tailed off as the Captain put her fingers to her lips and started talking to the Commander. Nymes listened to it with trepidation. He knew he wasn't at fault - he had hads the "FO" thrust upon him thanks to the fiasco that had occurred in the holodeck; his only interaction with the Intel commander had been when the CO and FO had disappeared, leading to a mas-Cas alert. When Nymes thought of what had happened later, a one second "we should consider every option, not just blowing it up" didn't seem like disagreement, it sounded like common sense. “When I first heard about this I thought it was a matter of simple miscommunication, aggravation all mixed in a tense situation. Now I’m not so sure about that. This is a clear demonstration of insubordination as far as I’m concerned. Because of this I now think I have a hard decision to make…unfortunately one I’ve already made. "Do either of you have anything to say to each other about this situation before I tell you my decision? If you do I highly suggest you speak now and get it out into the air.” Nymes looked up as the 2O started his "defence", if that was the word. "Lewis, I respect your opinion on everything, since you have had several lifetimes of memories to draw upon. However, you do have to admit, there may be things I may know more of. Now," he said raising his hands in a non-threatening way, " I am not saying I am smarter or better than you or anyone else. It's just that I am or was, in command that day. I expect orders to be followed without delay or comment. Private comments are welcome as always. You are a fine Doctor and a caring one at that, but when that comes into play with the safety of the ship, the crew and possibly millions more, it tends to get in the way. I am or shall I say, was, an Engineer. I have a unique way of looking at problems and coming up with a solution that no-one had thought of. I still consider you a good officer and would not hesitate to have you under my command again if it were to come to that. Sometimes, you do have to be a bit, cold hearted to get the job done. Which is why you are a good and caring doctor and I am not" he said with a smirk. Nymes saw the smirk, and could see two timelines diverging - one where he reacted to the smirk as condescending, his opinion of the man forever tarnished as he smiled at the deaths on his hands - or this one. "Mr West. If I may?" he asked the Captain, rhetorically. "I don't disagree with your endgame. My lifetimes in the service do give me a big picture outlook, they do. However, I was named CMO." ~for how much longer, I have no idea~ "and with that appointment I undertook responsibility for the entire crew complement; and it is their safety that I must be concerned with first - the safety of the Captain, First Officer, Lt Loyola, Lt Semme, Ensigns Night, Divay, Trew, Bracken, Enlisted crewmen Hedges, Wansaw, Ulston, and others that were involved first hand as casualties, even fat..." Nymes tailed off. "...as your course of action progressed.I voiced a legitimate concern, as noted by my reports, logs, and discussion with you. I was not attempting to undermine your command, nor would I. I set out my surprise that you would irradiate the ship without first attempting Ensign Bracken's ideas for a peaceful resolution. I can only assume that your orders included a temporal component that I was unaware of, at that moment in time. "Captain; It is and has always been my priority to first look after this crew. Being elevated to CMO is a fantastic responsibility, and one that I will cherish in my time here. I find myself uneasy with my place in the chain of command; I recognise that "primo non nocere" can not always tally with what needs to be done. I only hope that I have the time and opportunity to learn what it takes to lead. "At the same time, I have no doubt that you thought that I am up to this responsibility," Nymes finished his monologue, a depressed state of affairs that would continue. Battling his guilt in surviving, Nymes felt isolated, the cotton wool that surrounded everyone's soul stripped away, leaving a universe of silence. (reply Davis, West) (posted by GC) (USS Dennison – Ten Forward – ATAC/SEC – Ensign Ash Divay – 0945) "Okay lecture over." Dale started on her breakfast, draining the now cold coffee, before nodding to a passing barman who had offered her a refill. "How goes the repairs anyway, we all up and running? I'm headed down to my office, anything I should know about in Sciences?" Dale asked "Shields and Phasers are online, Torpedo Launchers are still offline, but it shouldnt be too long we have a crew working on that now." Ash told Dee Before Dee could lecture Ash on importance of good sleep. Ash said "Well Dee ,I am off to bed ,cya in few hours." (Reply Bracken) (Posted Ash Divay) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-09:45) Crossing her arms over her chest, she listened first to West, who started off with his reasonings. "Lewis, I respect your opinion on everything, since you have had several lifetimes of memories to draw upon. However, you do have to admit, there may be things I may know more of. Now," he said raising his hands in a non-threatening way, " I am not saying I am smarter or better than you or anyone else. It's just that I am or was, in command that day. I expect orders to be followed without delay or comment. Private comments are welcome as always. You are a fine Doctor and a caring one at that, but when that comes into play with the safety of the ship, the crew and possibly millions more, it tends to get in the way. I am or shall I say, was, an Engineer. I have a unique way of looking at problems and coming up with a solution that no-one had thought of. I still consider you a good officer and would not hesitate to have you under my command again if it were to come to that. Sometimes, you do have to be a bit, cold hearted to get the job done. Which is why you are a good and caring doctor and I am not" he said with a smirk. Then, she looked over to Nymes as he commented on what West had just finished saying. "Mr West. If I may?" he asked the Captain, rhetorically. "I don't disagree with your endgame. My lifetimes in the service do give me a big picture outlook, they do. However, I was named CMO." ~for how much longer, I have no idea~ "and with that appointment I undertook responsibility for the entire crew complement; and it is their safety that I must be concerned with first - the safety of the Captain, First Officer, Lt Loyola, Lt Semme, Ensigns Night, Divay, Trew, Bracken, Enlisted crewmen Hedges, Wansaw, Ulston, and others that were involved first hand as casualties, even fat..." Nymes tailed off. "...as your course of action progressed.I voiced a legitimate concern, as noted by my reports, logs, and discussion with you. I was not attempting to undermine your command, nor would I. I set out my surprise that you would irradiate the ship without first attempting Ensign Bracken's ideas for a peaceful resolution. I can only assume that your orders included a temporal component that I was unaware of, at that moment in time. "Captain; It is and has always been my priority to first look after this crew. Being elevated to CMO is a fantastic responsibility, and one that I will cherish in my time here. I find myself uneasy with my place in the chain of command; I recognise that "primo non nocere" can not always tally with what needs to be done. I only hope that I have the time and opportunity to learn what it takes to lead. "At the same time, I have no doubt that you thought that I am up to this responsibility," Nymes finished his monologue, a depressed state of affairs that would continue.” Letting out her long held in breath, her gaze shifted so that she was addressing the both of them. “I’m glad we can all come to a partial understanding now. Lieutenant, you had mentioned earlier that you coming up with the idea wasn’t countermanding West’s orders. Verbalizing your opinion I can agree with. That’s part of what makes a good officer. However, that was not what I was referring to.” Pausing briefly, she continued. “I was referring to the instances where the Commander would dictate orders to officers, and then you would go and order the officers right after they had already received orders. Can you see where I’m going with this?” She asked, rhetorically. “One particular example I would like to point out is Ensign Temerarious.” Picking up a PADD, she then stated, “I see that Commander West had ordered him to dispatch teams to engineering, and then for him to get down to the holodeck to see if he could attempt getting the others out. Ensign Temerarious then dispatched his teams and waited before going down to the holodeck for his own medical treatment. Once received, that was about the time Ensign Bracken was in need of medical attention and you wanted to pull Ensign Temerarious away from his duties to which he was already ordered to.” Putting down the PADD, she then ordered, “Both of you, at attention!” <> “This situation wouldn’t have been that bad if you let it go Dr. Nymes. Instead, you said, and I quote, ‘This overrides any agendas, gentlemen.’ THIS…is where my problem lies. I understand that the welfare and condition of this crew is above all else, and doctor you do an excellent job.” Then, coming out from around the desk, her fury unleashed itself. “But you do NOT outrank Commander West, and therefore have no authority to command him to your orders! I know this was a medical emergency, but there were others available. One of which you apparently thought was Ensign Temerarious, who albeit already had orders to start getting the others out of the holodeck so that they might have medical aid as well. There has to be someone on the bridge commanding at all times!” Shaking her head, she almost had too much to say she couldn’t even organize her own thoughts about the situation anymore. Coming around to face Nymes at attention, she said, “Dr. Nymes, you do wonderful work in your department. Your heart is in the right place…you just have to work on your commanding boundaries.” Then she raised her voice to that of a stern voice. “Lieutenant JG Lewis Nymes…on the basis of insubordination of your superior officer, I hearby demote you to Ensign SG.” Reaching up, she snatched off the second pip that she had given him not all too long ago. Davis hated performing these duties, especially when she was about to go into the next room and start up the reports and promotions for the others. “I want you to understand why I’m doing this doctor,” she said to him, hoping he would someday understand, even if it wasn’t right now. Looking at the both of them, still at attention, she stated, “I expect you to still resume duties as CMO. Your privileges consort to your rank of Ensign SG.” Going back around to her desk and placing the pip on the front of her desk, she said, “Dr. Nymes, you’re dissmissed!” Once he had gone, she then said, “Commander, at ease. Take a seat, we need to talk.” (Reply: Nymes, West, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (USS Dennison - Ready Room - CMO Nymes - 0946) Nymes knew he had done nothing to warrant a demotion. He knew it, like he knew the shade of sunsets on Trill, like he knew how to hold a hypospray. But knowing that he had, and would, stand by his decisions didn't make it easier to accept. He had been given a call to make, and in a crisis one had to reallocate resources - and when a bridge officer is injured, one should have made the same call. He knew Davis would have done. Nymes honestly couldn't understand the Captain's reasoning for her decision; he had shown that he could make the decisions, and respected the chain of command without fail; even if it was ethically unsound... "Both of you, at attention." “Dr. Nymes, you do wonderful work in your department. Your heart is in the right place…you just have to work on your commanding boundaries.” ~Yeah. If i ever was taught command, then that would have helped. Where the hell were the senior Lts? Where were Khran and Trewe?~ Nymes just wondered what the hell the rest of the day had in store for him, as the captain took the promotion away for a seemingly petty reason. "Doctor Nymes, You are dismissed." =/\= Sickbay to Nymes, Crash, Starboard Bay 2 =/\= Nymes sighed, and without a glance at the captain, nor the commander, took his leave. (reply Davis, West) (posted by Greg Cox) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-Commander Trevan West-09:46) “I’m glad we can all come to a partial understanding now. Lieutenant, you had mentioned earlier that you coming up with the idea wasn’t countermanding West’s orders. Verbalizing your opinion I can agree with. That’s part of what makes a good officer. However, that was not what I was referring to.” Pausing briefly, she continued. “I was referring to the instances where the Commander would dictate orders to officers, and then you would go and order the officers right after they had already received orders. Can you see where I’m going with this?” She asked, rhetorically. “One particular example I would like to point out is Ensign Temerarious.” Picking up a PADD, she then stated, “I see that Commander West had ordered him to dispatch teams to engineering, and then for him to get down to the holodeck to see if he could attempt getting the others out. Ensign Temerarious then dispatched his teams and waited before going down to the holodeck for his own medical treatment. Once received, that was about the time Ensign Bracken was in need of medical attention and you wanted to pull Ensign Temerarious away from his duties to which he was already ordered to.” Putting down the PADD, she then ordered, “Both of you, at attention!” Trevan snapped to attention as if he was just prodded with a Klingon painstick. “This situation wouldn’t have been that bad if you let it go Dr. Nymes. Instead, you said, and I quote, ‘This overrides any agendas, gentlemen.’ THIS…is where my problem lies. I understand that the welfare and condition of this crew is above all else, and doctor you do an excellent job.” Then, coming out from around the desk, her fury unleashed itself. “But you do NOT outrank Commander West, and therefore have no authority to command him to your orders! I know this was a medical emergency, but there were others available. One of which you apparently thought was Ensign Temerarious, who albeit already had orders to start getting the others out of the holodeck so that they might have medical aid as well. There has to be someone on the bridge commanding at all times!” Trevan saw the Captain shake her head, as if to let loose some of the anger he could see in her face. Coming around to face Nymes at attention, she said, “Dr. Nymes, you do wonderful work in your department. Your heart is in the right place…you just have to work on your commanding boundaries.” Then she raised her voice to that of a stern voice. “Lieutenant JG Lewis Nymes…on the basis of insubordination of your superior officer, I hereby demote you to Ensign SG.” Reaching up, she snatched off the second pip that she had given him not all too long ago. Davis hated performing these duties, especially when she was about to go into the next room and start up the reports and promotions for the others. “I want you to understand why I’m doing this doctor,” she said to him, hoping he would someday understand, even if it wasn’t right now. Looking at the both of them, still at attention, she stated, “I expect you to still resume duties as CMO. Your privileges consort to your rank of Ensign SG.” 'Holy cow!' Trevan thought, 'This woman is serious' Going back around to her desk and placing the pip on the front of her desk, she said, “Dr. Nymes, you’re dismissed!” Once he had gone, she then said, “Commander, at ease. Take a seat, we need to talk.” Trevan still stood at attention, obviously in total shock from the exchange that just took place. He couldn't move for fear he was next in line. "SIR!" he said in a cracking voice, then slowly as if he were learning to walk again, made his way over to the desk and sat down, never once taking his eye of the Captain. She had a look to her that made Trevan feel like he just stepped into a lion cage with meat hanging around his neck. He swallowed hard. It hurt. His mouth was dry, hands starting to clam and his foot began tapping again. "Permission to speak freely?" he asked gingerly. "I understand if you want to demote me Captain. I am against it, as I do think I followed procedure, however you are the Captain and what you say goes." said West. 'Why am I rolling over for this woman, I didn't do anything wrong!' was the thought in his head, but it was too late, the words were already spoken. (reply any) (posted by Kerry Fletcher) (USS Dennison – Ten Forward – ACSO – Ens Dale Bracken– 0946) "Well Dee ,I am off to bed ,cya in few hours." Dale smiled and nodded slightly as he got up. “’Night Ash, see you later†she said, as he left the table, headed for his quarters. She sat, slightly pensive for a while, finishing off her breakfast, before leaving herself intent on finally catching up on the matter of the anomoly, and hopefully, drawing a line under it all. (USS Dennison – ACSO’s Office – ACSO – Ens Dale Bracken– 0955) Dale arrived in her office, tapping her commbadge as she reached her desk. “Astrometrics, this is Bracken, Do you have your final report on the spacial anomoly? I’m going to need it fairly shortly to report to the Captain.†=/\= Acknowledged Sir. It’ll be straight up. Good to have you back. Astrometrics out. =/\= Came the almost instant reply. It was a feeling more than anything else, Dale could feel the warp engines kick in, she was a little surprised that they were moving off so soon, repairs not yet finished to the torpedos and all, but she suspected that they had had orders from somewhere. Before she could wander too much about it, another voice came over the intercom. =/\= Attention all senior staff member, there is a meeting to be held at 13.00 hours, please have reports ready to be turned in by that time. That is all. Bankowsky out. =/\= Dale sat up in her chair, the meeting had been expected, but now she had a job on her hands, she had not one report to write, but two. One for those who held clearance to hear the truth, and one for those that didn’t. The tricky bit was going to be drawing the line between the two. (Reply none) (Posted by Mark) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-09:53) "SIR!" Davis heard the small crack in his voice as she walked around the behind her desk and took a seat. Noticing he finally took his seat, she picked up a PADD. “Permission to speak freely?” He asked. “In a moment,” she said. “First I wanted to talk to you about this new report I got splayed across my desk this morning. I wondered if you knew anything about it.” Sliding the PADD across her desk, she let him look it over. <> “After getting me up in my quarters and speaking to the Admiral, he had this to say.” Pushing the button on her computer, it was a playback of another message sent from Admiral Borhim. [“Captain Davis, this is Starfleet intelligence. Captain, you are ordered to sector 21505 and to proceed on mission. Our sensors show an increase in activity in that area and would like you to investigate. One of our scouts went missing in the area several days ago and has not been heard from since. Encoded in the file is our latest data on that region of space. This is not classified material, but it would be best to only make it known to your senior staff. Good hunting. Intel out." “Since we don’t have any time to spare, I want to go ahead and get us on track for those coordinates as soon as possible.” Then, tapping her commbadge, she said, “Davis to Banowsky, set a new coarse for sector 21505, warp 6.” <> “Davis out.” Shutting her computer off, she stood and went to the replicator. “Coffee, black.” After it materialized, she looked at West with a questioning look, asking him silently if he wanted anything. <> Seeing him shake his head, she went and took a seat once more. “Well…it’s obvious he wants us there as soon as possible. I guess we’ll find out more when we get there.” <> “Now, I believe you wanted to ‘speak freely’ about something?” (Reply: West, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-Commander Trevan West-09:55) “Permission to speak freely?” He asked. “In a moment,” she said. “First I wanted to talk to you about this new report I got splayed across my desk this morning. I wondered if you knew anything about it.” Sliding the PADD across her desk, she let him look it over “After getting me up in my quarters and speaking to the Admiral, he had this to say.” Pushing the button on her computer, it was a playback of another message sent from Admiral Borhim. [“Captain Davis, this is Starfleet intelligence. Captain, you are ordered to sector 21505 and to proceed on mission. Our sensors show an increase in activity in that area and would like you to investigate. One of our scouts went missing in the area several days ago and has not been heard from since. Encoded in the file is our latest data on that region of space. This is not classified material, but it would be best to only make it known to your senior staff. Good hunting. Intel out."] Trevan nodded, he knew that sector was important in maintaining a foothold on the enemy. There was a sub-space telescope in that area that was being used to covertly observe movements across three sectors. "Captain, before I speak my mind. You should know that 21505 is a distant sector, which contains one of our sup-space telescopes. It covertly observes enemy movement in several sectors. The scout was probably en-route to it. Now he took a big breath in. He began to say what he needed to say. "I understand if you want to demote me Captain. I am against it, as I do think I followed procedure, however you are the Captain and what you say goes." said West. 'Why am I rolling over for this woman, I didn't do anything wrong!' was the thought in his head, but it was too late, the words were already spoken. (Reply: Davis) (Posted by Kerry Fletcher) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-09:57) "Captain, before I speak my mind. You should know that 21505 is a distant sector, which contains one of our sup-space telescopes. It covertly observes enemy movement in several sectors. The scout was probably en-route to it.” ~En route to one of our subspace telescopes? Why bother sending a scout ship then? Maybe so they wouldn’t think they were out to find it…~ As her thoughts traveled, they eventually fell off as West began to speak again. "I understand if you want to demote me Captain. I am against it…” Looking down at her desk, she smirked to herself, then looked up with half a grin on her face as he continued to make his statement. “…as I do think I followed procedure, however you are the Captain and what you say goes." said West. “Commander, if I wanted to demote you I would’ve done so already. Besides, you did nothing wrong other than showing a lack of compassion for the good doctor’s suggestion. Now if Starfleet Intel hadn’t been involved then things would probably be a lot different right now. For now…I wouldn’t worry about it.” She said, lowering her voice to a whisper when saying not to worry about it. Glancing at the chronometer, she said, “Well if that’s all?” <> Once he was gone, she collected her thoughts and started logging her report about the demotion and the incident of which it was based upon. ~This is going to be one hell of a report.~ (Reply: West iyw, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (USS Dennison-Bridge-FO Banowsky-10.00) =^=Davis to Banowsky, set a new coarse for sector 21505, warp 6=^= "Aye sir," Will said as he then turned to the helm, "Helmsman set course for sector 21505 warp 6, engage." "Aye sir," came the reply Will then tapped his commbadge "Attention all senior staff member, there is a meeting to be held at 13.00 hours, please have reports ready to be turned in by that time. That is all. Bankowsky out." Will then sat in the chair and waited for something interesting to happen. (reply any) (posted by The WB) (USS Dennison – Bridge –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1001) =^= Attention all senior staff member, there is a meeting to be held at 13.00 hours, please have reports ready to be turned in by that time. That is all. Bankowsky, out. =^= Startled from his desperately needed sleep, Chance only registered part of the message. He understood staff, meeting, 1300 hours, and report. Not knowing if the message was met for him or not he replied anyway “Copy that; 1300, meeting, report. Temerarious, out.” Chance then rolled over and went back to sleep hoping to continue the wonderful dream that had been interrupted. (Reply none) (Posted by Charlie Raschen) (USS Dennison - CMO - Sickbay - Nymes - 1010) Sickbay was transformed, Nymes was running on adrenaline, every time there was a crash it was the same feeling. Terror, mixed with a morbid excitement. It was Chief Ulston. His coma had repressed his respiratory drive, and his heart had gone into cardiogenic shock. Grabbing the equipment trolley, Nymes, the meeting before already a fading memory; the previous failed resusictation already forgotton, sprang into action. The Patient. The Doctor. The illness. Even in the midst of the chaos, the three things stood out, a triad standing on a knife edge between death and life. (reply none) (posted by GC) (USS Dennison-Bridge-FO Banowsky-10.30) The Dennison had been on route to their destination for 30 minutes now. Will had no idea where they were going, nor what they would be doing. But it was safe to say that he was happy not to be filling out any reports in his office. Saying 'It is my regret to inform you that you son, daughter, husband, wife, father or mother had been killed in a video recording to be sent out to the next of kin was depressing and Will was thankful for the fresh air. Whether or not he still wanted to do the starfleet career was still up in the air. But it was safe to say he loved being on the bridge. ~Life was much simpler when I was a CONN officer, shoot even being in OPS was fun. I miss the good old Spectre days. Being the Chief of both the conning and operations department was tough, but much easier than being FO, and I so miss being at the helm.~ Will thought to himself. He was in fact both the chief of the OPS and CONN department simultaneously during his stay on the Spectre, as well as having duties as the Third Officer and later Second Officer. It was not as fun as being FO, because being first officer had his advantages, but will missed the helm, it always called for him. That was when Will had an idea. "Helmsman you are relieved" Will said as he then walked over toward the CONN and took the seat and the Helm. " I need to keep myself focused and keep up with my skills. I'm still in command of the bridge and have temporarily assumed the Helm. (reply any, none) (posted by The WB) (USS Dennison-Conference Room-CO Madison Davis-12:58) Entering the room, she could see there weren’t many people there just yet, although she assumed they were all on their way as the meeting was in 2 minutes. Looking out of the window she watched the stars streak by as they were still driving ahead at warp 6. She wondered when they would get there. That’s when she heard the doors open and hiss shut. Crewmembers began filing in and quickly taking their seats. Once everyone had arrived, she herself turned around and took her own seat. “First order of business today, I want to hear all about how our systems are doing. Lt. Semme, how is engineering coming along?” <> “Good, and since it’s obvious warp drive is up and running that brings us closer yet to being done.” Turning to the doctor next, she asked, “Have you established the precise cause for this virus? I’ve heard a few different explanations about the possibilites.” <> “And how are the patients doing that have been treated?” <> Nodding her head, she said, “Good work doctor.” It hadn’t been long since their confrontation with each other in her ready room, and she tried to show to outwardly sign of what had happened earlier to him. Sometimes it was hard to define the boundaries between emotions and just doing the job. Next, she looked over towards Ensign Temerarious. The poor guy didn’t even know she had used him as an example earlier, and she hoped he wouldn’t be taking the brunt of whatever mishaps might fall upon him because of it. “Ensign Temerarious, what about ops? How are those long range sensors?” <> “Keep working on them, I want them up and running soon. We’ll need them before arriving into the sector.” <> Spying out Ensign Bracken, she then turned towards her. “Bracken…it is my understanding that you helped crack this code with the spacial anomaly. Explain your findings. I want to be able to log this in case of another eventuality. After all, this is a war zone and there’s no telling what will go on with Doenitz and his fleet” <> “Let’s get this logged as well so we have it in the files to deliver to Starfleet. If they start experimenting with this kind of technology and we’re the first to come across it, I’m betting we also won’t be the last and that they’ll eventually start perfecting it.” Sighing, she asked, “Divay, are the phaser banks and torpedo banks back up again? I at least want phasers. We’re going into a potential warzone.” <> “I want you and Ensign Tarapik to get started on the torpedo banks then. Have them up as soon as possible. While you are doing that, Trew, you will have the bridge station,” she said, looking at Trew. <> Leaning back into her chair, she asked, “Commander, do you have anything to add?” (Reply: ALL) (Posted by: Stacey) (USS Dennison - Sickbay - CMO Dr Nymes - 1300) [...Alarm... Senior Staff...] ~I still get those?~ Nymes thought as the alarm joined the countless others muscling in on the doctor in sickbay. The chief lay motionless, a crash team around him, still atempting to stabilse the engineer. Nymes shrugged. The captain should understand the doctor's duty to his patient outweighed his neglible contribution to a senior staff meeting. ~She has all the reports anyway. If I leave here, there will probably be another casualty on her lists.~ he thought as he continued the resus.~ And my Conscience~ (reply none) (posted by GC) (USS Dennison-Conference Room-FO Banowsky-13.00) Will was the last person to enter the conference room, not because he meant to be late, but he stood outside waiting for everyone to show up first and greet them as they came in. Will didn't know why he was doing it, but the fact was he just wanted to be nice and let everyone know he cared. When he entered he took the seat at the opposite end of the table from Captain Davis and sat down and listened to her speak. “First order of business today, I want to hear all about how our systems are doing. Lt. Semme, how is engineering coming along?” <> “Good, and since it’s obvious warp drive is up and running that brings us closer yet to being done.” Turning to the doctor next, she asked, “Have you established the precise cause for this virus? I’ve heard a few different explanations about the possibilites.” <> “And how are the patients doing that have been treated?” <> Nodding her head, she said, “Good work doctor.” It hadn’t been long since their confrontation with each other in her ready room, and she tried to show to outwardly sign of what had happened earlier to him. Sometimes it was hard to define the boundaries between emotions and just doing the job. Next, she looked over towards Ensign Temerarious. The poor guy didn’t even know she had used him as an example earlier, and she hoped he wouldn’t be taking the brunt of whatever mishaps might fall upon him because of it. “Ensign Temerarious, what about ops? How are those long range sensors?” <> “Keep working on them, I want them up and running soon. We’ll need them before arriving into the sector.” <> vb Spying out Ensign Bracken, she then turned towards her. “Bracken…it is my understanding that you helped crack this code with the spacial anomaly. Explain your findings. I want to be able to log this in case of another eventuality. After all, this is a war zone and there’s no telling what will go on with Doenitz and his fleet” <> “Let’s get this logged as well so we have it in the files to deliver to Starfleet. If they start experimenting with this kind of technology and we’re the first to come across it, I’m betting we also won’t be the last and that they’ll eventually start perfecting it.” Sighing, she asked, “Divay, are the phaser banks and torpedo banks back up again? I at least want phasers. We’re going into a potential warzone.” <> “I want you and Ensign Tarapik to get started on the torpedo banks then. Have them up as soon as possible. While you are doing that, Trew, you will have the bridge station,” she said, looking at Trew. <> Leaning back into her chair, she asked, “Commander, do you have anything to add?” Will then stood up. "Yes sir, I do have a few things to add. Funeral services for all crewmembers dead in the events of the 14th and 15th will be held this evening at 21.00 hours, they are open to all crewmembers and attendance is not mandatory. Well only mandatory for me as I will be handling everything." "Among other news of note, I have none, other than keep up the good work. Though it does bring me to another matter. Sir, are you ready to discuss the other matters of business that you and I had discussed earlier. (reply Davis) (Reply Davis, all those who need to reply to davis) (posted by Will Banowsky) (USS Dennison - Bridge - Ensign Junior Grade Tarapik - 1302) The Vulcan cracked his fingers and placed his hands over the tactical console, thinking what to do next. Since he wasn't part of the senior staff, he could miss the meeting and use the time to his best advantage. Tarapik had already completely realigned all phaser assays and could engage the phasers. He tapped his comm badge and said: "Bridge to Engineering, ensign Tarapik here. Phasers are completely aligned, engage phaser protocols at your earliest convenience." No response came, but the Vulcan could see all phasers' lights on the console flashing in green... up to array 13. It banged out, to cut away all the unnecessary verbiages. Tarapik sighed. "Engineering," - he said - "all phaser arrays functional but array 13. Apparently I haven't fused it correctly. I'm afraid this is impossible in the field - it's just too hard to reach. We'll have to go that way to the nearest Starbase." Tarapik closed the channel and stroke his one-day stubble. Phasers and shields were done, tractor beam and torpedoes had remained. ~I ought to be more positive,~ he thought: ~after all the phasers took me just a day and a half. And tractor and torpedoes are just a bit more complicated to fix...~ ~Some rest would most definitely do good,~ he thought and closed his eyes. (posted by Pavel Pavlov) (USS Dennison – Conference Room – ATAC/SEC – Ensign Ash Divay –1302) Ash didn't have what is considered enough sleep. ~At least I have clean uniform on~ Ash thought as he entered the Conference Room and made his way to one of the empty seat. He was already a little late . most of the other officers had already been there for few mins. Sighing, she asked, "Divay, are the phaser banks and torpedo banks back up again? I at least want phasers. We're going into a potential warzone." Davis asked "Aye ma'am all phasers and shields are online, however All the torpedo launchers are still under repair." Divay said glancing a PADD lying in front of him. "I want you and Ensign Tarapik to get started on the torpedo banks then. Have them up as soon as possible. While you are doing that, Trew, you will have the bridge station," she said, looking at Trew. Leaning back into her chair, Davis asked FO "Commander, do you have anything to add?" Will then stood up. "Yes sir, I do have a few things to add. Funeral services for all crewmembers dead in the events of the 14th and 15th will be held this evening at 21.00 hours, they are open to all crewmembers and attendance is not mandatory. Well only mandatory for me as I will be handling everything." Will said "Among other news of note, I have none, other than keep up the good work. Though it does bring me to another matter. Sir, are you ready to discuss the other matters of business that you and I had discussed earlier." Will continued Ash Had no idea what FO meant by the other matter, He had better things to do anyway. ~How long is this gonna go on for ~ Ash thought frustrated "Ah yes. It seems the Commander and I…along with some input from Commander West…have some awards to hand out." Davis said to the surprise of most of the officers there. Standing up, Davis started circling the table. "The past few days have been relentless days of nothing but trying to survive on three different fronts. The spacial anomaly, the holodeck, and the virus. Most of us made it out alive." Taking a breath, she said, "But for those of us who didn't, they will be sadly missed." The room got quiet for a moment as they took it in. Then Davis continued. "All of you have done a great job. You've put in many hours of tedious work and hell, some of us haven't even gotten any sleep yet!" Now having made it halfway around the table, Davis said, "With all the work going on and we haven't even reached the tip of the iceberg of this war…" "So…with no further ado, I would like to present the first award to…" Ash couldn't believ it but he actually heard the high speed sound of the beam straming across space before it hit their ship. BOOM Ash knew what had happened , he jumped up and exited the conference room before anybody else could. ~Dam torpedo's are still offline~He thought as he made his way to torbolift. "Deck 4" Divay said (Reply Any,None) (Posted Ash Divay) (USS Dennison – Bridge –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1305) “Ensign Temerarious; how are those long range sensors?” Looking up at the captain, Chance noticed a odd look in her eye when she looked at him an thought to himself ~Oh hell, what am I in for now.~ But Chance replied to Captain Davis “The sensors themselves are in good order; however some of the interfaces between the sensors and the readouts need to be replaced or reconnected.” “Keep working on them, I want them up and running soon. We’ll need them before arriving into the sector.” “Roger that Ma’am, I have a semi-stupid idea on how to augment the sensors if need be.” (Reply None) (Posted by Charlie Raschen) (USS Dennison - Flight Ops - ACONN Ens.sg Elenor Night - 1305) Ele had been finishing up her rounds, taking her inventory of the vessels on board the Dennison. The Topaz was still there, the small multipurpose vessel lay snug in its shuttlebay, its systems powered down and the daily checks logged in. The next bay seemed taken up by a privateer vessel; at least, it seemed to be set up ready to take one in, under the name Star Hawk. Ele's interest was piqued, but she knew it would all be revealed eventually. The lights dimmed, replaced by the warning glow of red alert lighting. ~what the hell?~ Ele thought, as she scrambled back onto her feet, and scampered to the nearest turbolift. "Bridge." (posted by Greg Cox) (USS Dennison-Conference Room-CO Madison Davis-13:06) “Thank you Captain. Yes, the anomoly. What held the ship so rigidly in place was the precurser field or event horizon of the anomoly itself. As it happens, that was a real bonus for us, otherwise we'd probably passed right by and never noticed anything. Without boring everybody here with some seriously unusual particle physics, We discovered a very specific interaction signature between high energy tau neutinos and the matter comprimising the anomoly itself. With yours and Commander West’s permission that signature can be uploaded to the fleet database, the scanners can pick it out automatically, In theory anyway. Its all dependant on one or two variables of course, particle energy thresholds and concentrations; but the science is perfectly sound – forgive me for sounding arrogant but this is a very big step. Captain, I now have a full report for you…perhaps at the end if it’s convenient?” “That’s fine, Ensign. I look forward to it,” she said, nodding her head in approval. “Of course Captain, and thank you.” Davis was glad she at least made someone’s day…even if it was over a silly matter with the ship’s systems. Then she realized something was wrong. Someone was missing….and she knew exactly who it was. Anger started to flow through her veins once more as she looked around the room and realized Nymes wasn’t there. ~He had better have a damn good explanation…~ “Roger that Ma’am, I have a semi-stupid idea on how to augment the sensors if need be.” Grabbing her attention, she looked towards Temerarious and said, “No idea is stupid Ensign. If you have an idea I’m all ears.” (Reply: Temerarious, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (USS Dennison-Conference Room - ACSO Ens Dale Bracken - 13:07) Dale had listened with interest to the previous reports. There was a time, not too long ago that this situation would have terrified her. However, she had never envisaged being one of the senior officers this early in her career. “Bracken…it is my understanding that you helped crack this code with the spacial anomaly. Explain your findings. I want to be able to log this in case of another eventuality. After all, this is a war zone and there’s no telling what will go on with Doenitz and his fleet†Dale looked up, leaning forward on her chair, cleared her throat gently, then began her report, aware that very few people in this room actually had clearance to listen to the ‘proper’ version. Dale had spent a good few moments juggling phrases round in her mind before coming to this meeting. “Thank you Captain. Yes, the anomoly. What held the ship so rigidly in place was the precurser field or event horizon of the anomoly itself. As it happens, that was a real bonus for us, otherwise we'd probably passed right by and never noticed anything. Without boring everybody here with some seriously unusual particle physics, We discovered a very specific interaction signature between high energy tau neutinos and the matter comprimising the anomoly itself. With yours and Commander West’s permission that signature can be uploaded to the fleet database, the scanners can pick it out automatically, In theory anyway. Its all dependant on one or two variables of course, particle energy thresholds and concentrations; but the science is perfectly sound – forgive me for sounding arrogant but this is a very big step. Captain, I now have a full report for you…perhaps at the end if it’s convenient?†(Reply Davis) Dale nodded “Of course Captain, and thank you.†“Let’s get this logged as well so we have it in the files to deliver to Starfleet. If they start experimenting with this kind of technology and we’re the first to come across it, I’m betting we also won’t be the last and that they’ll eventually start perfecting it.†Dale relaxed slightly as the focus of everyones attention transferred to Ash. Though listening, Dale’s mind was already moving on toward her full report. (Reply none) (Posted by Mark) (USS Dennison - Bridge - ACONN Ens.sg Ele Night - 1307) The bridge was cluttered chaotically. Lt Lea, the invisible boss, had been in the command chair, and jumped up when the CO, FO and senior staff burst out onto the bridge. “I was just about to call you sir. We just reached the sector when these…” BOOM! “…two ships starting firing on us!” "Temerarious, open a channel - This is Captain Madison Davis of the USS Dennison. Please stand down your attacks and…” BOOM! Another hit. Ele rounded the upper bridge and took the auxillary flightops station, ready for any orders as they arrived. (reply any) (posted by GC) (USS Dennison - Bridge - Ensign Junior Grade Tarapik - 1307) The tactical sensors' beep took him out of the rest. Tarapik opened his eyes and quickly declared Yellow Alert, raising shields. Then he tried identifying the ship, but he couldn't find it in the library - it was probably because of the damage. Suddenly, they opened fire. It was quite surprising to the Vulcan, but he managed to keep his mind relaxed. Tarapik opened an inter-ship communication channel and declared: "Red alert! Red Alert! Battle Stations!" Then he closed the channel and looked at the senior staff bumping into the bridge worried. He also traced the unsuccessful try for communication - apparently, fighting was unavoidable. “Are phasers operational?” the captain asked Tarapik. "Yes, madam," the Vulcan answered hectically: "but it's just them and the shields. No torpedoes." “Good. Lock onto the first ship and fire a warning shot.” "Firing," he said coldly and fired the phasers. The beam passed in dangerous proximity to the enemy ship. "We have no targeting system, captain!" Tarapik exclaimed: "Only manual!" At that moment he saw ensign Trew entering the bridge. "Alahan, welcome" the Vulcan exclaimed: "You have tactical, but without targetting system. Control has to be transferred to another station. I'll get to engineering and try to help bring torpedoes on-line." He then left the station and entered the turbolift, before it had even closed behind the confused Trew and couldn't hear the answer of the latter. (posted by PP) (USS Dennison – Conference room – ACSO – Ens Dale Bracken– 1307) “The past few days have been relentless days of nothing but trying to survive on three different fronts. The spacial anomaly, the holodeck, and the virus. Most of us made it out alive.†Taking a breath, she said, “But for those of us who didn’t, they will be sadly missed.†The room got quiet for a moment as they took it in. Then Davis continued. “All of you have done a great job. You’ve put in many hours of tedious work and hell, some of us haven’t even gotten any sleep yet!†Now having made it halfway around the table, she said, “With all the work going on and we haven’t even reached the tip of the iceberg of this war…†“So…with no further ado, I would like to present the first award to…†BOOM! The Blast ripped Dale back into full alertness. She hadn’t been woolgathering, just relaxing as everyone went through the normal end of mission debrief, and since she had made her report, the sense of ’we made it’ had seeped into her. “Everyone, get to your stations!†She yelled, going straight for the bridge. Dale reacted instantly, as did everyone else in the room, she had no memory of reaching her station, only a vague memory of deposing the duty science officer of their post. Her training completely took over, although in truth, she was a little uncertain about how much help that she would be without sensor support. She was aware of voices in the background, turning to the other science officer who still stood beside her, she spoke quickly, but clearly. “I don’t need any help here, I can manage the position, I need you and whoever else is spare to assist engineering in repairs, we need sensors P.D.Q. and without torpedoes we’ll be in more trouble than you can possibly imagine, now go!†Dale gave the order, the tone implicit in her voice. It wasn’t often that she actually gave an outright order to those in her department, but on occasions like this, although few and far between, she wasn’t afraid of stepping up to the plate and doing so. (Reply any) (Posted by Mark) (USS Dennison –Conference Room –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1308) “Roger that Ma’am, I have a semi-stupid idea on how to augment the sensors if need be.” “No idea is stupid Ensign. If you have an idea I’m all ears.” With a small smile on his face “I think the jury may be stepping back out on the “No idea is stupid” position ma’am.” Chance jested and suddenly turned all business; “During semester break between my 2nd and 3rd year at the academy; Starfleet Intel used me and my privateer status as-well-as my ship to scout a “safe” route to Romulus for a “Diplomatic” ship. With the Star Hawk being as small as she is, the Romulan patrols didn’t pay me any mind as I tight beamed any and all sensory and targeting information back to the main ship.” Chance lightened his tone and continued “If you want, later I’ll tell you about the battle that followed; but in any case, I could do the same thing for the Dennison when we get closer to our destination.” Smirking and jesting again Chance continued “Who knows, by then all sensors will be back to 100%.” Looking at the captain’s face not sure if she liked the idea or not, Chance started to snicker to himself “So ma’am, did the jury have to step back out?” he finished trying not to laugh. (Reply Davis) (Posted by Charlie Raschen) (USS Dennison – Deck 4 Fore Torpedo Launchers – ATAC/SEC – Ensign Ash Divay –1309) As Divay entered the launcher Room he noticed one of the Engineering team members was seriously injured in the attack. Ash grabbed his arm and helped others lift him up and walked them to the door. "Okay whats the status on the launchers ?"He asked one of the repair crew. "Launchers are online but we still got targeting interface to fix." A tall crewman responded "Most of the circuts which controlled the targeting and interface with Tactical console are gone."He continued to fill Ash on the extent of damadge. "Dame it" Divay said Boom another shock rattled the deck below them. "this is great we can fire but we cant lock on to target" Ash said "That's it" Divay said as he realized there might still be a way. "We can fire the torpedo ,Crewman load Tube one and two" Divay said "Sir ?" Asked the crewman confused look on his face. Tapping his comm. Badge Divay said "Ensign Divay to Bridge" (Reply Bridge) "Sir I might have way to fire the torpedoes. However since we cannot lock on to our target I suggest we get a little close, and then visually line up our shot." (Reply Any on Bridge) (Posted Ash Divay) (USS Dennison-Bridge-Commander Trevan West-13:09) Trevan saw the huge ship on the viewscreen from his seat at the aft station of the Bridge, he was just recovering himself from the last volley that struck the ship. His attention returned to his console where he was busy running scans on the ships in the area when his figures showed something familiar. It took him a second to comprehend the meaning of the reading he was getting. Trevan swung around in his chair and faced the Captain. "Captain, hold your fire!" he shouted a little louder than needed, "She's friendly I am sure of it." (reply Davis) "Captain, since we don't run standard identification beacons anymore, our side usually uses a D-band pulse instead." Trevan started speaking more rapidly as if his life depended on it, "That ship, whomever it is, opened a small rift in their aft shields to send this burst of energy at US!. She must be friendly,why else would she leave herself open to attack from the rear and then put themselves in our line of fire? I suggest we send one back quickly before they decided we aren't with them." (Posted by Kerry Fletcher) (reply Davis, any) (USS Dennison-Conference Room-CO Madison Davis-13:10) Leaning on the palm of her hand, her elbow leaning into the table before her, she listened intently as Temerarious spilled his idea for buying them time for the sensor repairs. “During semester break between my 2nd and 3rd year at the academy; Starfleet Intel used me and my privateer status as-well-as my ship to scout a “safe” route to Romulus for a “Diplomatic” ship. With the Star Hawk being as small as she is, the Romulan patrols didn’t pay me any mind as I tight beamed any and all sensory and targeting information back to the main ship.” Chance lightened his tone and continued. “If you want, later I’ll tell you about the battle that followed; but in any case, I could do the same thing for the Dennison when we get closer to our destination.” Smirking and jesting again Chance continued “Who knows, by then all sensors will be back to 100%.” “So ma’am, did the jury have to step back out?” Sitting straight up in her chair again, she replied, “Not just yet. However I will keep that option in mind. If you’d care to give me the specs later of your plan of action of a detailed route that would be helpful.” <> Seeing a smile on his face, she hoped she had given him enough of a challenge to deal with for just him alone. That didn’t include Lea coming in on the plan, though Davis hadn’t seen much of her lately. Making a mental note, she decided she would need to check on her later. “Commander, do you have anything to add?” "Yes sir, I do have a few things to add. Funeral services for all crewmembers dead in the events of the 14th and 15th will be held this evening at 21.00 hours, they are open to all crewmembers and attendance is not mandatory. Well only mandatory for me as I will be handling everything." Raising an eyebrow, she thought Will’s reactions were starting to sound a bit dreary, but she figured it was just all a side effect of the work they had been through of trying to survive the odd creatures in the holodeck. "Among other news of note, I have none, other than keep up the good work. Though it does bring me to another matter. Sir, are you ready to discuss the other matters of business that you and I had discussed earlier?” “Ah yes. It seems the Commander and I…along with some input from Commander West…have some awards to hand out.” Seeing the smiling faces suddenly appear, she knew that was one thing that would brighten some of their days. Standing up, she started circling the table. “The past few days have been relentless days of nothing but trying to survive on three different fronts. The spacial anomaly, the holodeck, and the virus. Most of us made it out alive.” Taking a breath, she said, “But for those of us who didn’t, they will be sadly missed.” The room got quiet for a moment as they took it in. Then Davis continued. “All of you have done a great job. You’ve put in many hours of tedious work and hell, some of us haven’t even gotten any sleep yet!” Now having made it halfway around the table, she said, “With all the work going on and we haven’t even reached the tip of the iceberg of this war…” “So…with no further ado, I would like to present the first award to…” BOOM! Shaking her head, it took her a second or two before she realized what had just happened. Someone had fired on her ship! “Everyone, get to your stations!” She yelled, going straight for the bridge. Once there, she barked, “Lieutenant Lea, report!” “I was just about to call you sir. We just reached the sector when these…” BOOM! “…two ships starting firing on us!” Davis could already see the ship was put at red alert, but she wanted to know what the hell was going on. “Temerarious, open a channel.” <> “This is Captain Madison Davis of the USS Dennison. Please stand down your attacks and…” BOOM! Another hit. ~How many more of these can we take?~ She wondered. The repairs hadn’t even been completely finished yet. “Are phasers operational?” She asked Tarapik. <> “Good. Lock onto the first ship and fire a warning shot.” Then, under her breath, she asked herself, “What the hell is going on?” (Reply: Temerarious, Tarapik, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (USS Dennison – Main Bridge – Ensign Alahan Trew – 13:10) Alahan braced himself against the panel as the ship shook. He couldn’t get a lock on anything. The targeting systems were malfunctioning at the Tactical station. “I can’t seem to get a lock.” He frantically tried to re-align the targeting scanner. “Captain, tactical is a mess. There seems to an issue with the targeting scanners. Recommend that we reroute the control through the helm.” (Reply: Any) (Posted by: Justin) (USS Dennison – Bridge –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1310) “So ma’am, did the jury have to step back out?” Sitting straight up in her chair again, Captain Davis replied, “Not just yet. However I will keep that option in mind. If you’d care to give me the specs later of your plan of action of a detailed route that would be helpful.” “I’ll go down to the ‘Hawk after this and get the info from my logs” Chance said with a contented smile as he started realizing that he was answering to someone that didn’t seem to view privateers as ‘fleet rejects and/or fodder to charge down enemy guns As the captain finished getting reports from the staff, she was getting ready to announce the first award, when BOOM! Temerarious started to get up from the conference table and run to his ship when he heard “Everyone, get to your stations!” Chance paused just long enough to remember that he was no a bridge officer in addition to being a privateer. As he approached the Operations station Chance muttered under his breath what he and others like him kept getting told at the academy “It’s a different kind of fighting than you’re used to. NO kidding professor, at least I used to be the hunter and not the prey.” BOOM! “Temerarious, open a channel.” “Channel open, ma’am.” BOOM! "Cap'n, we've lost what we had of long range sensors." (Reply Davis) (Posted By Charlie Raschen) (USS Dennison – Bridge –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1310) =^=Sir I might have way to fire the torpedoes. However since we cannot lock on to our target I suggest we get a little close, and then visually line up our shot.=^= When Chance heard that idea, he was worried, and for good reason to. The enemy ships were at least equal mass to the Dennison if not more. Tuning to face the captain “Ma’am, that could do us more harm than good for two very probable reasons.” (Reply Davis) “For one, who is to say that bird doesn’t come back to bite us instead; and two we could receive a lot of damage from the back blast ma’am.” (Reply any on bridge) Looking at the officer who commented, Chance responded “I learned the hard way; if you fight then fight; if you run then run; but the only time you half@** the two is when covering a retreat.” Looking around wandering how bad he just stuck his foot in his mouth (so to speak), he just hoped that experience counted for something on the Dennison. “Just keep in mind that I have a suggestion on the table that can help us whether we fight or flee.” Temerarious finished as he pointed toward the ready room door. BOOM! (Reply Davis, any else on bridge) (Posted by Charlie Raschen) (USS Dennison-Bridge-FO Banowsky-13.10) After they were hit, Will had hurried to the bridge along with the rest of the senior staff and took up a position standing next to the command chair. He stood there in silence as Captain Davis ordered warning shot to be fired. After awhile of the beginning of the battle he got a question from the CO in regards to “Commander…look at that. What do you think they’re doing?” She asked him, semi quietly, wanting more of an opinion than a combat method statement. "I don't know sir, im as in the dark as you are." “Try to hail them.” "Aye sir," Will said as he tried to open a hailing frequency, but to no avail. "Sir, their hailing frequencies are down." (reply none) (posted by Will Banowsky) (USS Dennison-Bridge-CO Madison Davis-13:11) BOOM! "Cap'n, we've lost what we had of long range sensors." ~So much for repairs being done early.~ “Get whatever sensors you can, back Ensign. We need them!” Then, she looked back at tactical. The phasers that she had ordered to fire the warning shot didn’t happen. “What’s going on back there?” She had ordered Tarapik to fire the phasers, but it looked as if Trew was working on another problem to enable him to fire the phasers. “I can’t seem to get a lock.” She waited for a couple seconds before he then said, “Captain, tactical is a mess. There seems to an issue with the targeting scanners. Recommend that we reroute the control through the helm.” “Do it.” As she looked at Lea, she said, “Lieutenant, carry out my original orders.” “Aye ma’am, trying to lock on target.” It wasn’t long before Davis finally saw a red streaking beam cut through space and just barely hit one opposing ship of the two. ~This won’t even make a damn dent. We’re sitting here like ducks.~ BOOM! Another hit, and Davis went sprawling to the floor. Taking a moment to get back to her feet, she did so and held onto the railing that went around the bridge, bracing herself for any impact that might come. “Helm, try to…” and it was then that she realized the station had exploded. They had been hit almost dead on, causing the explosion of the Lieutenant’s console. Rearranging her thoughts, she barked, “Night, take the helm!” <> Watching as Night had already sat down at the auxillary, Davis knew she would be prepared. “Tactical, just what DO we have in the way of weapons?” <> Sighing, she was about to respond when she noticed that the ship they hadn’t fired on was maneuvering in front of them, as if protecting them. “Commander…look at that. What do you think they’re doing?” She asked him, semi quietly, wanting more of an opinion than a combat method statement. <> “Try to hail them.” <> Waiting until the channel opened, she started up her universal greeting and waited to see how the ship would respond. (Reply: Tactical, Banowksy, Night, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (USS Dennison-Bridge-Commander Trevan West, 13:11) Then, finally settling down into her chair, she said, “Commander West, send the message. Let’s see what they have to say…” Trevan plotted all the numbers into the console and started the D-band blip. Within moments of that, he got a standard test signal to confirm they got it. "Captain, they have received and acknowledged the message. I suggest a secure channel in case anyone is listening, which, I am sure they are." (Reply: any) (Posted by Kerry Fletcher) (USS Dennison-Bridge-ACONN Ens.sg Elenor Night-13:11) “Helm, try to…...Night, take the helm!” But Ele had already got the controls, and executed an evasive manuveur, throwing the larger ships targeting lock off them, forcing the following shots wide of their intended marks. As the spiralling manuveur completed, Ele was focused on her task, unaware of the mess that was happening to her left, where the Primary Conn was; She had no idea of Lt. Lea's status. ~Evasion Pattern Charlie - Three executed; Move to Delta Six... Mark.~ she thought, perhaps subconciously mouthing the words as her flight instructor in the fighter squadron had drilled into her. It always amazed Ele that the fleet's vessels were so ill equipped to fight in space. The target area for the enemy was always so great, and the skill of the pilot was to keep them away from the warp core, nacelles, and tactical stations... but that meant head on orientation... ~Not bloody likely~ “Have Night move us into position to give the Beowulf some cover, as well as tactical.” Ele hardly waited for the order, selecting the perfect opportunity to draw the fire from the attacking ship, then veering off on a vector that lay across the friendly's port side. If shields could be heard in the void that was space, there would have barely been a bump as the vessels passed, leaving just enough room for the most expensive of bank cards. Ele was immediately back onto her manueveurs, but staying in any position would be suicide. "Captain, We have 15 seconds before that vessel is back in weapons range." (reply Davis) "Aye Ma'am, evasive patterns are ready." (reply Davis, Any) (posted by GC) (USS Dennison-Bridge-CO Madison Davis-13:12) =^=Ensign Divay to Bridge.=^= “Go ahead,” Davis replied. =^=Sir I might have way to fire the torpedoes. However since we cannot lock on to our target I suggest we get a little close, and then visually line up our shot.=^= Pausing for a couple seconds, she considered that option, but decided she didn’t want to make things so bad that they couldn’t dig themselves out of trouble. They were already about in the deep end as it was. As if voicing her opinions aloud, Temerarious spoke up. “Ma’am, that could do us more harm than good for two very probable reasons. For one, who is to say that bird doesn’t come back to bite us instead; and two we could receive a lot of damage from the back blast ma’am.” “I’ll keep that in mind Ensign,” she replied to Temerarious. Then she said to Divay, “Stay in manual control of weapons in engineering in case I need that option. Also tell Ensign Jacobs I’m sending Tarapik down to help the two of you with weapons and engineering.” “Give Ensign Divay a hand with the manual launch in case it’s needed. Also see about rerouting more systems if we need to.” Both nodding at each other, she watched as he headed into the turbolift. <> “I learned the hard way; if you fight then fight; if you run then run; but the only time you half@** the two is when covering a retreat. Just keep in mind that I have a suggestion on the table that can help us whether we fight or flee.” Temerarious finished as he pointed toward the ready room door. As if on cue, Davis nodded her head at Temerarious the same time West yelled, "Captain, hold your fire!" He shouted a little louder than needed, "She's friendly I am sure of it." BOOM! “Yeah, well whatever you got West you had better give it to me and give it to me fast,” she knew she had about a minute to make this next decision. "Captain, since we don't run standard identification beacons anymore, our side usually uses a D-band pulse instead." Trevan started speaking more rapidly as if his life depended on it, "That ship, whomever it is, opened a small rift in their aft shields to send this burst of energy at US!. She must be friendly,why else would she leave herself open to attack from the rear and then put themselves in our line of fire? I suggest we send one back quickly before they decided we aren't with them." Looking from West to Temerarious, and back to West, she made her decision. “Alright, you have a point. Lets test your theory and see if it works,” she said to West. <> Then she looked back at Temerarious. “See if you can’t find a crack of any kind in the shielding of either of the ships. Give us something that we can use in case we need it.” <> She hadn’t totally forgotten about Temerarious’ plan altogether in conjuction with Divay’s. But if there was a chance at all that this ship was peaceful, then she had to take that chance. There was no way she would go on with weapons firing…what weapons she had…if there was a better solution out of this. “Davis to Bracken. We’re about to send a message to one of the ships. When they reply, I want you to analyze the message. We’ve established they’re using a different bandwidth than us, but try to see if they’re transmitting on a ‘peaceful’ frequency.” That was about the best way Davis could think to name it at the time. She hoped Bracken understood what she was asking her to do. <> “Trew, keep trying to get those targeting scanners back.” <> “Davis to Nymes, we may have possible wounded,” she said, wanting him to be prepared for anything. <> Then, finally settling down into her chair, she said, “Commander West, send the message. Let’s see what they have to say…” (Reply: ALL) (USS Beowulf-Bridge-FO-Lt. Commander Michael Loyola-13.12) Lt. Commander Michael Loyola was the first officer of the USS Beowulf. He was currently in command of the Beowulf as Captain Lapaglia was currently ill with a stomach virus. He was a little flustered as they had been blindsided by a ship of the Doenitz fleet. Things were rough but the arrival of the other ship, which was identified by Lt. Horowitz, the resident intel officer as a 52nd fleet ship. This was further proven when the 52nd fleet ship fired on the enemy ship. However it was evident that the ship was damaged so Loyola had ordered the Beowulf, to help in the protection of the allied ship. "Commander we have a hail coming in from the 52nd fleet ship, but we our audio and visual is down sir. How do we proceed?" said an ensign at the ops station "Try and analyze for any weakness in the enemy ship and keep trying to get communications back online." Loyola said as he was eager to get in contact with the allied ship. After a couple minutes the ensign spoke up again. "Sir, we have a message coming through, secure channel. I was able to get audio back online, but no visual. Do you want me to put it on." "Yes immediately," Loyola said, eager to get in contact with the allied command staff. "Attention vessel, this is Lt. Commander Michael Loyola first officer of the USS Beowulf. Can we be of assistance?" (reply Davis, West, Banowsky) (posted by the WB) (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - Ensign Alahan Trew - 13:14) Alahan shook his head. There was no logical reason as to why the targeting scanners wouldn't be functioning if the rest of the weapons systems were. He traced the system failure to a corrupted conduit on deck 6. ~Why would that conduit be blown?~ He questioned himself. Suddenly, it hit him hard. That section was one of the many sections he had to bypass when working on the shield generators earlier in the morning. It was something that he should have caught, but lack of sleep limited him. It was that limitation that put the entire ship in danger. Trew studied the panel to see if he could redirect the targeting scanners through another conduit without overloading it. There were options, but none of them good. Each option would have demanded that he overlay the targeting scanners with another primary system. It was a risk he was unwilling to take. "Captain, I've traced the problem to Deck 6. There's a blown conduit." He grabbed a repair kit in anticipation. (Posted by Justin) (Posted by: Stacey) (USS Dennison - Bridge - Ensign Junior Grade Tarapik - 1315) The turbolift in engineering opened, letting through a worried Vulcan. "Status of tactical systems?" he asked worriedly a passing crewmember. (reply Any in Engineering) (posted by Pavel) (USS Dennison - Bridge – ACSO – Dale Bracken -13:15) “ Davis to Bracken. We’re about to send a message to one of the ships. When they reply, I want you to analyze the message. We’ve established they’re using a different bandwidth than us, but try to see if they’re transmitting on a ‘peaceful’ frequency.†Dale lited her head up at this, it was a possibility that she had never considered. She knew, of course what the Captain meant by ‘peaceful frequency’. Since the civil war had begun, it had become a whole lot harder for people outside of the former federation to identify friends, and potential enemies. Dale would admit that she didn’t know about the full history of how it had come about, but the D-Band transmission to friendly ships was a solution to the problem. “Acknowledged Captain. I’m all ready for you. Analysis commands are being set as I speak.†(Reply Davis iyw, any on Bridge iyw (Posted by Mark) (USS Dennison – Bridge –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1316) “See if you can’t find a crack of any kind in the shielding of either of the ships. Give us something that we can use in case we need it.” “I’m on it!” Chance responded curtly as he spun his chair around to his console. As he started working he quietly said under his breath “God, I could use a little of your help on this.” (Reply None) (Posted by Charlie Raschen) (USS Dennison-Bridge-CO Madison Davis-13:16) “Acknowledged Captain. I’m all ready for you. Analysis commands are being set as I speak.” Nodding her head, she then looked towards West. “What’s the status of the message?” "Captain, they have received and acknowledged the message. I suggest a secure channel in case anyone is listening, which, I am sure they are." “Heh, in this part of space I’m sure they are,” she added with a hint of sarcasm. By now Davis was so caught up in sending the message and contacted the other ship, she hadn’t even realized they themselves weren’t taking any hits from the second ship any longer. "Captain, I've traced the problem to Deck 6. There's a blown conduit." Glancing back at Trew, she realized he must have been talking about the targeting scanners. “Contact Jacobs in engineering, get him on it,” she said. “We need you up here.” <> Sitting back down in her chair, she looked over to her left, thumbing in a few commands. Glancing back up at the viewscreen, it was only then that the lack of weapons fire hit her. “Mr. Temerarious, scan their ship. They’re taking the brunt of the firing, we should help them provide some cover if we can,” she said, directing her last statement towards tactical. <> It was then, that she heard Temerarious’ console beeping behind her. Looking up and back at him, she quirked an eyebrow. “What is it?” <> ~An audio signal? But I thought they didn’t have either working.~ Nevertheless, Davis knew that if the ship before her was anything like the Dennison’s crew, they were working hard to establish communications of any kind. “Put it through,” she said, eager to listen to the message. "Attention vessel, this is Lt. Commander Michael Loyola first officer of the USS Beowulf. Can we be of assistance?" Cracking a bit of a smile for the first time, she said, “This is Captain Madison Davis of the USS Dennison. Actually, it looks like you could use the assistance right now.” ~A 52nd Fleet ship? Maybe they’re sending more than just one vessel this time…~ <> Then suddenly, another BOOM! The whole ship rocked, and she just held on tight enough to save herself from sliding completely out of her chair. Sitting back up as quickly as she could, the smile was now gone, and she said, “We can give you cover, but not much. I’m afraid we’re limited on weapons about now.” <> Then, softly to the Commander, she said, “Have Night move us into position to give the Beowulf some cover, as well as tactical.” <> BOOM! Davis was getting tired of this already, and they hadn’t even entered the worse part of space… yet… (Reply: Beowulf, Temerarious, Banowsky, Trew, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (USS Dennison-Bridge-FO Banowsky-13.16) Will was tired of getting hit by the enemy ship, and like everyone else he wanted to get out of there. Then, softly to the Commander, she said, “Have Night move us into position to give the Beowulf some cover, as well as tactical.” "Aye sir, Ensign Night, try and position us slightly in between the Beowulf and the enemy ship. " Will waited as the ship was put into position. Will was starting to become afraid that his time was running up, and that this is where his last stand would be here, and he would soon die, that he had completely tuned out the outside world and was trying to accept his fate, that this was his end. He was broken from that trance by a few words by Commander West. "Commander," he said addressing the First Officer, "one of the ships is heading towards the telescope, we must protect it. I can see three more ships closing but they are still about three hours away. It looks like they are pulling so much power to keep going at top speed their cloaking devices are not working. That, or they are pretty confident we can't do anything about it. I need that data on the telescope." "What do you suggest is the best way to obtain the data Commander?" Will asked West. If the data was important to intel, then Will was gonna make damn sure that intel got it. "Aye sir, but the only way to obtain it is by beaming over." "It is dangerous, but damn, alright, get an away team ready." Will said as he then turned his direction over too the telescope. They were in close enough transporter range that they didn't need to move closer. He also didn't want to leave the Beowulf vulnerable. After awhile, and the fact 6 more bogies were coming in, Will was wondering if they would make it out alive. Then there was a message from the Beowulf. =/\=USS Dennison, this is Chief Engineer Haley Darsons of the Beowulf. Urgent, we are experiencing a containment breach.=/\= "Haley, this is Commander West on the Dennison, our sensors are not showing anything out of the norm with your ship. Are you certain?" =/\=Trev?=/\= =/\=Yes, most of our systems are down. We do have some heavy shielding around the core at the moment, so that's probably why you can't read it." then she sounded desperate, "Dennison, the Captain is dead, so are most of the Bridge crew from what I can tell, request emergency beam out.=/\= ~Crap, we got to get them out of there.~ "Captain," said Trevan, "I trust her, if she says they have a breach, they do." “Get them out of there!” "Aye, locking transporters now captain.”Captain, I’m having trouble locking onto anyone!Transport completed ma’am.” “How many?” Will looked down at his console to get the number that they beamed over. Mumbling he said, "5 sir, Damnit, we only got 5 freaking people." “Commander, you have the…” but then the Beowulf suddenly exploded before them, rocking the Dennison and shoving them away from the telescope, their entire purpose of their targeted mission. As the ship rocked, Will quickly grabbed the console he was at and held on and stayed on his feet.. As Night stabalized the ship Will noticed that they were further from the telescope. ~ Intel is going to be pissed~ “Temerarious, are those 6 ships still in pursuit?” “Just a moment…” No pursuit as of yet. I am monitoring communications and it appears that one of the six took severe damage from some of the debris and is currently evacuating its crew to the other ships.” ~Thank goodness they are backing off.~ “Commander Banowsky you have the bridge. I’ll be down in sickbay.” "Aye sir," Will said as he took the captain's chair. "West do you still want to attempt to get to the telescope." (Reply West) (posted by the WB) (USS Dennison-Bridge-Commander Trevan West-13.17) "Aye sir," Will said as he took the captain's chair. "West do you still want to attempt to get to the telescope." Trevan looked over at the First Officer, "Yes sir, otherwise all of this," he said gesturing towards the viewer showing the destruction around them, "was for nothing. I need a team, consisting of myself, Ensign Bracken and Chief Engineer as it is." (Posted by Kerry Fletcher) (reply all) (USS Beowulf - Bridge - Counselor Lt. Baryn Myr - 1318) Baryn gripped the edges of the Counselor’s chair, white-knuckled, as the ship rocked under impact. He had been listening quietly as the communiqués bounced back and forth between the Beowulf and the newcomer, apparently a 52nd fleeter, the Dennison, commanded by one Captain Madison Davis. He’d heard of her… an Indefatigable class, an offshoot of the Prometheus, a warship. Baryn regretted the need for so many such ships in these times… but at the moment, he was glad to know she was out there. From what little he had seen of her before visual went down, it seemed that she had been taking a pounding… but as his own ship was hammered again, he concluded, unhappily, that the enemy had seized upon the fresh meat the Beowulf offered. As the situation grew more critical, it was all Baryn could do to block out the fear and pain of the other crewmembers around him. Under the circumstances, there wasn’t much he could do for them… and he wasn’t about to sit there on the smoking bridge amid flying sparks and tell Loyola that he ‘felt fear’. That much was abundantly obvious. He did wonder, however, if Loyola intended to fight the Beowulf to the last hand. As much as he had liked his assignment aboard the Beowulf, he had no particular desire to go down with her. There were other ships in the fleet… the fight against the monster Doenitz must go on, and the 52nd still needed all the good people it could get. Finally, after another hit that took two more of the bridge crew down screaming, Baryn shook his head, cleared his throat of smoke, and spoke up. “Commander Loyola, I, ah… suggest that it might be time to abandon ship. If the friendly can get us out of here, maybe we’d better let them do it while there’s still someone left to save,” he stated steadily, above the crackling of blown control panels. (Reply Loyola, any) (Posted by Connie) (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - Ensign Alahan Trew - 13:19) "Ensign Jacobs, please report to Deck 6, Forward section. We have a blown conduit that is impacting the targeting systems. It is imperative that we have that operational ASAP." Alahan continued entering information on the panel. The Trill continued to look for options. There had to be plenty. The idea hit him, as most do, out of the blue. "Captain. I may have a more immediate solution that would allow us to better cover the Beowulf." Trew cleared his throat. "If we were to enter Multi-vector assault mode, we would have sufficient resources to defend ourselves and the Beowulf. The faulty conduit is here on the saucer section, and when we are operating in normal mode, all systems are routed through the saucer section. When we enter Multi-vector assault mode, the two engineering sections will automatically switch to their primary systems. Meaning that they will have fully operational targeting scanners. This will allow the saucer section to stay close to the Beowulf, amplifying it's shields if necessary, and the two engineering sections can break off and provide cover fire." He looked to Davis' face for approval. (Posted by Justin) (USS Dennison-Bridge-CO Madison Davis-13:20) "Captain. I may have a more immediate solution that would allow us to better cover the Beowulf. If we were to enter Multi-vector assault mode, we would have sufficient resources to defend ourselves and the Beowulf. The faulty conduit is here on the saucer section, and when we are operating in normal mode, all systems are routed through the saucer section. When we enter Multi-vector assault mode, the two engineering sections will automatically switch to their primary systems. Meaning that they will have fully operational targeting scanners. This will allow the saucer section to stay close to the Beowulf, amplifying it's shields if necessary, and the two engineering sections can break off and provide cover fire." Davis didn’t dismiss the thought of multivector assault mode as quickly as she thought Trew probably thought. She had in fact thought about that as an option already, but knowing they weren’t quite dead in the water yet, she wanted to wait until it became absolutely necessary. “Thank you, Ensign Trew. However lets wait and see first,” she replied, trying not to slap him down too hard. Next, she heard from Ensign Temerarious. “I’ve got the results from the two scans, Captain. The Enemy ship, due to the nature of “her” maneuvers is able to keep her shields at full strength because none of their shields are taking a prolonged pounding, but a found a stress point in the hull plating of the bridge. As for the “friendly”; she’ll have a hull breach in the engineering section if she takes another 2 or 3 direct hits.” Looking at Davis, “Ma’am, I suggest we prevent the “aggressor” from being able to maneuver by getting everything that can launch a torpedo out there to hit her in such a way that maneuvering can’t help them. It’s a pirate tactic but always yields results.” Temerarious suggested with an anxious glint in his eyes. Thinking about the possiblility of having a breach occur right in front of them….to say the least, she had an idea, but wanted to wait to see what Loyola of the Beowulf had to say first. “Lt., we’re detecting a possible breach from your core if you take anymore than 2 direct hits.” <> Listening to his reponse, she then heard Bracken confirm West’s ideas about the ship. “Confirming friendly status Sir. Identity of the signal is the Beowulf. Trace EM carrier 100% match. No ident on the hostile as yet Sir.” Nodding her head at Bracken in understanding, Night piped up with, "Captain, We have 15 seconds before that vessel is back in weapons range." Looking at the viewscreen at Loyola…as almost eerie as that was for her…she said, “Lt. we have to get you and your crew out of there right now!” (Reply: Beowulf, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (USS Beowulf-Bridge-Lt. Commander Loyola-13.20) =^=“This is Captain Madison Davis of the USS Dennison. Actually, it looks like you could use the assistance right now.=^= "That’s true Captain Davis, but if I didn't offer aid, it just wouldn't be my style" Commander Loyola responded to the message from the USS Dennison. ~Dennison huh, that’s the ship that my little brother Thomas is on. One more reason to get out of here.~ Michael than watched as the Dennison was hit. =^= “We can give you cover, but not much. I’m afraid we’re limited on weapons about now.=^= "Any assistance is good. Together we can both get out of this alive." Michael replied. Michael then looked around as his Counselor spoke up. " Commander Loyola, I, ah… suggest that it might be time to abandon ship. If the friendly can get us out of here, maybe we’d better let them do it while there’s still someone left to save,” "Suggestion noted, OPS what's the status of our escape pods." "They are currently disabled sir, last blast took them offline." ~Damnit~ "Alright OPS, get some one on it to get them back online. "Aye sir" was the reply from OPS. But then came a more fated reply, "Sir internal sensors are detecting a possible core breach if we take more damage." ~DAMN!!!~ "Well then get escape pods back up." =^=Lt., we’re detecting a possible breach from your core if you take anymore than 2 direct hits.=^= "We have the same readouts here Captain. If you can give us a bit more cover, our escape pods are currently non operational." Michael attempted to reply but communications were briefly severed. The Message was never sent. "OPS get me communications back stat." "Aye sir." =^=Sickbay to bridge, Commander, the Captain is dead, last blast took out some of sickbay, she was covered by some equipment, open console exploded....nothing we could do.=^= Just as Michael was going to reply they were hit again and the bridge was in shatters. Michael was tossed to the floor. He banged his elbow against the floor, and looked as most of the crewmembers around him were dead. Luckily for Michael, he was one of the lucky, because the last thing he remembered was being beamed off of the Beowwulf. (reply none) (posted by the WB) (USS Dennison – Bridge – ACSO Ens Dale Bracken– 1322) “Ma’am, we have received an audio signal from the “friendly†Captain.†Temerarious called out to the captain, Dale had begun scrutinising the signal as the ship received it, shorlty, she should have an analysis to pass on to the Captain. “Put it through,†She heard Davis reply. “On speakers, Ma’am.†Temerarious hit a few keys that would route the signal through to the bridge speakers. The analysis came back, Dale called out her findings, mainly to the Captain, but also to all other stations on the bridge, a confirmed friendly, she suspected, would help ease a few people. It would mean one less ship to fight. “Confirming friendly status Sir. Identity of the signal is the Beowulf. Trace EM carrier 100% match. No ident on the hostile as yet Sir.†(Reply Davis iyw, any on bridge) (posted by Mark) (USS Dennison, Bridge, Commander Trevan West, 1325) Trevan could hear the Captain talking with someone on the other ship, but Trevan's job at the moment was looking at the scans of the area, making sure no other ships were going to jump them and to make sure the sub-space telescope was still in one piece. He could see two enemy vessels converging on them, but the tactical officer could see it as well. It wasn't his job to dictate combat tactics on this ship. "Commander," he said addressing the First Officer, "one of the ships is heading towards the telescope, we must protect it. I can see three more ships closing but they are still about three hours away. It looks like they are pulling so much power to keep going at top speed their cloaking devices are not working. That, or they are pretty confident we can't do anything about it. I need that data on the telescope." (reply Banowsky) "Aye sir, but the only way to obtain it is by beaming over." "Understood sir." Trevan then turned to Bracken, "Dale, can you uplink your sensors to my console, I want to get as much data downloaded from the array as possible before going over there." (Reply Banowsky, Bracken, any) (Posted by Kerry Fletcher) (USS Dennison, Bridge, ACSO Ens Dale Bracken, 1328) Dale had progressed no further with trying to identify the hostile ships, she had now seen the three more hostiles coming in at high speed, still some distance away. She had been listening, with interest, to the suggestions of using the Multi-Vector Assault mode. Of course She had encountered it during training at the academy, but now, it seemed that there was a chance of it’s use in a real situation. "Dale, can you uplink your sensors to my console, I want to get as much data downloaded from the array as possible before going over there." Commander West had been in a brief discussion with Cmdr Banowski, before turning to her and addressing her. Dale’s fingers hit a few keys on the display in front of her, transferring control of her sensors to West. “Acknowledged Sir, Sensor control is now with you.†(Reply West,any iyw) (Posted by Mark) (USS Dennison – Bridge –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1330) As he watched his sensors, Chance also made it a point to try and listen to as many conversations as possible. He never caught more than bits and pieces of everything that was said but he was smart enough to put 2&2 together. He heard the two captains talk about assisting one another; West and Banowsky discuss enemy ships on approach to a telescope and Bracken giving them assistance with sensors. With all that going on Temerarious noticed what to him looked like a trap being sprung. “Captain, we got 6 bogies coming in. 3 from below ETA 10 minutes and 3 from above ETA 15 minute.” As he gave his report Chance turned to Davis to make sure she heard him. (Reply Davis, any) “Yes, I’ve confirmed the readings twice.” BOOM! (Reply Davis) (Posted by Charlie Raschen) (USS Dennison-Bridge- Commander Trevan West-1330) The ship was being rocked back and forth from evasive maneuvers and Trevan had a hard time keeping his place at the aft station he was sitting at when a small indicator caught his attention. He brought it up on the screen and noticed someone was trying to contact him directly through the regular un-encrypted channels. Trevan immediately brought it up on the overhead speakers, =/\=USS Dennison, this is Chief Engineer Haley Darsons of the Beowulf. Urgent, we are experiencing a containment breach.=/\= Trevan's stomach did a somersault upon hearing that name he had not heard in over five years. Before anyone could respond to her, he piped up. "Haley, this is Commander West on the Dennison, our sensors are not showing anything out of the norm with your ship. Are you certain?" he knew it was a stupid question to ask, since she was the best Engineer he had ever served with. =/\=Trev?" she said with some shock, "Yes, most of our systems are down. We do have some heavy shielding around the core at the moment, so that's probably why you can't read it." then she sounded desperate, "Dennison, the Captain is dead, so are most of the Bridge crew from what I can tell, request emergency beam out.=/\= Then the comm. went silent. The enemy ships on the viewer seemed to have overheard this communication and decided to break off attacks and high tail it out of the system at high warp. "Captain," said Trevan, "I trust her, if she says they have a breach, they do." (reply Davis) Moments later he overheard Commander Banowsky mention that only five people were beamed over. 'Five, out of a crew of three hundred.' West thought to himself. Then without warning as the Dennison was moving away at impulse to increase the distance between her and the Beowulf, she blew and all hell broke loose. Small bits of conduit ruptured all around, nothing too major considering. However Trevan noticed as he rose back up off the floor, protruding from his leg was a small piece of tritanium. He turned his head towards Bracken, "Dale, I seem to have an injury, can you get me the emergency medical kit please" he state matter of factly as if it happened all the time. (reply Bracken) "It's nothing Ensign. See," he said as he removed the shard from his leg and some blood oozed out, "It's nothing." Trevan tore the sleeve off his uniform and tied it around the injury. (reply Bracken) "No, I'll stay at my post. It will stop on it's own I believe." replied Trevan. (Reply Davis,Banowsky, Bracken) (Posted by Kerry Fletcher) (USS Dennison-Bridge-CO Madison Davis-13:32) Leaning against the railing that went around the bridge, Madison frowned, awaiting the communication back from the Beowulf. ~Did their communications go out again?~ It had only been a minute or so, but felt like forever. From the report that she read and from the info from West, she thought they would be the only 52nd Fleet ship out there. Turned out, she was apparently wrong… “Captain, we got 6 bogies coming in. 3 from below ETA 10 minutes and 3 from above ETA 15 minute.” Turning her head to face him, she said, semi-astonished, “Are you sure Ensign?” “Yes, I’ve confirmed the readings twice.” Quick plans, ideas and their current status ran through her mind. She wondered if those ships would be able to provide them a cover/diversion to let them escape. She also knew that knowing their luck since this was a sensitive part of space, it was more likely than not that they would not provide the distraction she was looking for. BOOM! With her tight grip on the railing, only the bottom half of her body shook under the force of the blow to the ship. Not falling, she continued to hold onto the railing in case of another hit. Knowing the Beowulf only had a limited amount of time, she came up with a plan. "Captain, a Molotov cocktail!" ~Well, he sure does a good job reading my mind,~ she thought, although with a bit of a tweak to the idea. "Sir, it could be a silver bullet. We could have the Beowulf eject their warp core. We could then use a tractor beam and toss the core at the assailant." Alahan checked some numbers on his panel. "It should be a sufficient enough blast to disable if not destroy them, and it could give the incoming ships pause if they have hostile intentions." “It’s a good plan Ensign, but I hope you don’t mind if I modify it a bit,” she said, grinning. <> Doing a quick, sloppy about face, she went to her chair and sat next to Banowsky. About to share the plan, she was interrupted as she turned to him. =/\=USS Dennison, this is Chief Engineer Haley Darsons of the Beowulf. Urgent, we are experiencing a containment breach.=/\= ~The Beowulf!~ Thankful they hadn’t lost all communications completely, she could now share the plan with them clued in as well. "Haley, this is Commander West on the Dennison, our sensors are not showing anything out of the norm with your ship. Are you certain?" Glancing over his direction, she raised her eyebrow at West, wanting an explanation but now was not the time. =/\=Trev?=/\= Letting out a bit of her held in breath, she realized this must have either been a friend that West knew or someone he had served with in his past. Either way she was glad he was making progress. =/\=Yes, most of our systems are down. We do have some heavy shielding around the core at the moment, so that's probably why you can't read it." then she sounded desperate, "Dennison, the Captain is dead, so are most of the Bridge crew from what I can tell, request emergency beam out.=/\= Davis was astounded as the ship that was attacking them suddenly ceased their efforts against them and left. Part of their reaction made her wonder if they knew what she was thinking about. Telepath or no, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that her intent was to use the Beowulf and let the warp core overheat and leave, severely injuring (if not destroying) the opponent ship. Not that it mattered now. The Beowulf had requested an emergency beamout. Davis knew it was their best shot since just about all their systems were either down or malfunctioning in some way. It wouldn’t be long before the heart of the ship was truly affected. "Captain," said Trevan, "I trust her, if she says they have a breach, they do." Hearing West out of one ear, Davis stood up and motioned at Temerarious simultaneously. “Get them out of there!” <> After a moment that seemed like an eternity passed by, she asked, “How many?” Hearing Banowsky mumbling the number of “5,” her heart sank as she realized they had lost a lot of good women and men. How many exactly she wasn’t sure of, but she also knew that 5 was better than none at all. “Commander, you have the…” but then the Beowulf suddenly exploded before them, rocking the Dennison and shoving them away from the telescope, their entire purpose of their targeted mission. As the ship rocked, Davis fell to the floor, slightly cutting the side of her cheek. As Night stabalized the ship, Davis got back up on her feet and the first thing she did was look at the viewscreen. Nothing but pieces of debris now stood, floating around them and the telescope…which was now farther from where they intended on being. ~Maybe the ships would take that as a sign to back off.~ “Temerarious, are those 6 ships still in pursuit?” <> Sighing a sigh of relief, she was glad they were not in pursuit. Then she looked towards West. She saw that he was injured, but Bracken was taking care of him for the most part and medical had already been contacted. “Commander Banowsky you have the bridge. I’ll be down in sickbay.” (posted by Stacey) (USS Dennison-Bridge- ACSO Ens Dale Bracken-1333) Dale had heard West’s exchange with the engineer on the Beowulf, it seemed that tragic though the core breech was, it was exactly the break they needed, as all other ships around seemed to withdraw from the immediate area, at least for the time being. The ship had hit high impulse, the core on the Beowulf finally gave in, unleashing all hell. Dale had been ready for the blast this time, and though it had caused quite a lot of minor damage, she had come out unscathed from any of the shards of tritanium that now littered the Bridge. West turned his head towards her, "Dale, I seem to have an injury, can you get me the emergency medical kit please" he state matter of factly as if it happened all the time. “Of course Commander,†Dale strode swiftly toward where the medikit was stowed, rushing back toward the injured Second officer. “ "It's nothing Ensign. See," he said as he removed the shard from his leg and some blood oozed out, "It's nothing." Trevan tore the sleeve off his uniform and tied it around the injury. “Nothing? You’re oozing sir, best get yourself down to sickbay before you get blood on the captain’s nice clean floor.†She couldn’t stop herself, it seemed that the rush of adrenaline had brought back her usual manner of whimsy, all sense of stress and danger, for the moment had gone. "No, I'll stay at my post. It will stop on it's own I believe." replied Trevan. Dale sighed, “very well, but I’m calling a medic. Two seconds and they’ll have you back on your feet. A makeshift tourniqet will last only so long, this isn’t the Marines sir, believe me I know what they’re like. Mum was a thousand times worse than this.†(reply West) “I know you outrank me sir, and by a considerable amount, so I can’t order you, but please listen, you’ll do no good collapsing from blood loss.†(reply west iyw) Dale tapped her commbadge, she was still surprised that she had come out unscathed this time, last time it had been her that had ended up the casuality. “Bracken to Nymes, we need a medic up here – no emergency yet, but West’s got a shrapnel wound in the leg. Wound looks clean, bleeding not heavy as yet. Tourniqet applied, but that’s about all we can do without anyone else.†(reply Nymes) (Posted by mark) (USS Dennison - Bridge - ATAC/ASEC Ensign Alahan Trew - 13:37) BOOM! The ship shook as Alahan watched the data flash across his screen. He had been so involved with the targeting scanners, and trying to come up with a solution for that, that he didn't notice the incoming ships. "I'm on it!" He yelled out in response to Chance and his observation. ~Damn, I wish that we had made progress on those targeting scanners.~ He kept reviewing the tactical data. The multi-vector assault had been rejected as predicted. There had to be something else. He struggled to think of what could be done with the limited options. As he mulled the options, he kept a constant eye on the Beowulf. Dennison couldn't just walk away, but they couldn't lose both ships either. "Captain, a Molotov cocktail!" Trew said excitedly as he slapped his hand against the side of his station. He smiled. "Sir, it could be a silver bullet. We could have the Beowulf eject their warp core. We could then use a tractor beam and toss the core at the assailant." Alahan checked some numbers on his panel. "It should be a sufficient enough blast to disable if not destroy them, and it could give the incoming ships pause if they have hostile intentions." (Posted by Justin) Supernatural/Past Present future Day 3/1 (USS Dennison – Bridge –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1340) “Get them out of there!” Temerarious heard the captain exclaim. “Aye, locking transporters now captain.” With a look determined concentration on his face, “Captain, I’m having trouble locking onto anyone!” Chance reported as he continued to attempt transport of the Beowulf’s crew. With a grim look on his face, Chance looking mournful and defeated, quietly said “Transport completed ma’am.” After a moment that seemed like an eternity passed by, she asked, “How many?” Hearing Banowsky mumbling the number of “5,” her heart sank as she realized they had lost a lot of good women and men. How many exactly she wasn’t sure of, but she also knew that 5 was better than none at all. “Commander, you have the…” but then the Beowulf suddenly exploded before them, rocking the Dennison and shoving them away from the telescope, their entire purpose of their targeted mission. As the ship rocked, Davis fell to the floor, slightly cutting the side of her cheek. As Night stabilized the ship, Davis got back up on her feet and the first thing she did was look at the viewscreen. Nothing but pieces of debris now stood, floating around them and the telescope…which was now farther from where they intended on being. ~Maybe the ships would take that as a sign to back off. ~ “Temerarious, are those 6 ships still in pursuit?” “Just a moment…” Chance checked the sensors twice to make sure “…No pursuit as of yet. I am monitoring communications and it appears that one of the six took severe damage from some of the debris and is currently evacuating its crew to the other ships.” As he watched Davis turn her attention toward West, Temerarious turned back to his console and said to himself “I need a nap to keep up this pace.” (Reply none) (Posted by Charlie Raschen) (USS Dennison-Bridge-FO Banowsky-13.40) Trevan looked over at the First Officer, "Yes sir, otherwise all of this," he said gesturing towards the viewer showing the destruction around them, "was for nothing. I need a team, consisting of myself, Ensign Bracken and Chief Engineer as it is." "Alright, Take your self, Lt. Semme, Ensign Bracken, and take Ensign's Divay and Tarapik with you for safety reasons." Will replied to West. He wanted to make sure they had a security contingent with them. (reply West) "Report back to me once your team is ready." (reply west) "Ensign Night, move us in to transporter range of the telescope, immediately." (reply night) (reply West, Night) (posted by The WB) (USS Dennison – Sickbay – Couns Lt. Baryn Myr - 1340) The first thing Baryn noticed as he came to was that it hurt to breath. The second thing was that he was not dead… he was in a small but very busy sickbay. ~ Dennison? They got us… ~ As his memory came back into focus, Baryn remembered the smoke on the Beowulf’s bridge… the flying sparks… then the shrapnel, the sudden pain in his chest as the ship took another hard hit. He’d thought he was done for… they must have been beamed out at the last possible second. He wondered how many of his crewmates had survived… One of the nurses was working on him when another voice interrupted her… the Doctor, apparently. ~ Small ship, one Doctor… hang on Myr, you’ll make it… ~ Baryn closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, keeping it shallow, and tried not to think too much about the pain. (Reply Any) (Posted by Connie) (USS Dennison-Bridge-Commander Trevan West-13.41) "Alright, Take your self, Lt. Semme, Ensign Bracken, and take Ensign's Divay and Tarapik with you for safety reasons." Will replied to West. He wanted to make sure they had a security contingent with them. "Aye Aye." replied Trevan "Report back to me once your team is ready." Trevan spoke, "Semme, report to transporter room three." he assumed the comm system got the message to him. He then pointed to the others, "The rest of you are with me, let's roll." (posted by Kerry Fletcher) (USS Dennison-Bridge-ACONN Ens.sg Ele Night-13.42) "Ensign Night, move us in to transporter range of the telescope, immediately." Ele looked up from her console, tucked away in the aft section of the bridge. Sitting backwards to the viewscreen was always interesting for her as a pilot, but it seemed to be the only option. "Aye sir." She answered the FO, promptly. "ETA 5 minutes. Beginning Nav-Scans, forwarding them to OPS." (reply Chance) Ele noted the position of the 6, well 5, enemy ships. They had halted around one of the stricken vessels. The mini-viewscreen on the console showed her a flash of light emanating from one of the 5 - the leader - and no more pursuit. "Chance, the lead vessel just fired some sort of probe?" (reply Chance) (posted by GC) (USS Dennison-Bridge - ACSO Ens Dale Bracken - 13.42) Trevan spoke, partly to the Comm system, partly to Her, Ash and Tarapik "Semme, report to transporter room three. The rest of you are with me, let's roll." Dale could honestly not say if she was nervous or excited, probably both. As a science officer she would generally be expected to form part of an away team, but this was her first since she had graduated the academy, and would serve as a test to herself. It would also be the first time that she had gone into an unknown, potentially hostile area without the protection of a starship, suddenly, her mortality was all too obvious. “Yes sir, I’ll just get a sciences kit.†Dale grabbed a kit, containing a tricorder, and a few other things that had proved neccesary on occasion on away teams†(Posted by Mark) (USS Dennison-Sickbay-CMO Nymes-13:45) “How are they doctor?” Nymes had been rushing round from biobed to biobed in his "break" from resus. Ulston was stabilised, apparently, and the reprieve would give hime time to deal with the nuicience that the red lights, thundering bulkheads and intermittent power losses gave to him. Despite this, the only problems seemed to be a series of electrical burns that had ripped through secondary engineering, afflicting all the personnel in the department. “How are they doctor?” ~Ah. The Captain.~ "Injured, Captain. Please excuse me." The trill turned away, noticed a nurse giving first aid to a patient. "Sarah will give you the status report, Captain." (reply CO) NRPG: Nurse Sarah is a npc iyw - RPG: Alarms went off again. Nymes almost tripped over the captain as he turned to the cause of them. Ulston. Again. "He's crashing again. Get the resus team at biobed 2!" (reply davis, none) (posted by GC) (USS Dennison-Sickbay-Lt. Commander Loyola-13:45) Luckily Michael was relatively unhurt. He was however asked not to move from the biobed he was on. He didn't notice he wasn't the only one saved as four others were rescued with him. But five total crewmembers was a sad, sad number. At least though he was going to get to see his brother soon. Michael noticed that someone who appeared to be a Captain entered sickbay and began talking with the Chief Medical Officer. She then approached Michael. "Commander?" "Captain" Michael said "Thanks for you help, though the Beowulf was lost, we appreciate the help. " (reply Davis) "By the way captain, I understand that there is a Lt. Thomas Loyola on board. May I speak with him. He is my little brother after all." (reply Davis) (posted by Will Banowsky) (USS Dennison – Bridge –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1345) "ETA 5 minutes. Beginning Nav-Scans, forwarding them to OPS." “I’m receiving the Nav-Scans feed Night.” Chance reported. Sometimes Temerarious couldn’t stop himself from viewing things from a privateers/pirates perspective, but old habits die hard. He couldn’t help but wonder “if the telescope was so important how come there wasn’t a detail stationed on board it?” "Chance, the lead vessel just fired some sort of probe?" He heard her ask. Reviewing the scans, Chance suddenly felt that the pursuit was not over by a long shot. “That Miss Night, is called a Bead Probe. As a privateer I used them to mark my next victim.” (Reply any) “I got mine from SFI. The way there supposed to work is it looks like a malfunctioning torpedo, unarmed, really slow, but on target. As it gets closer to its target, the real probe, which is about the size of a Ferengi’s head, gets ejected from the torpedo casing at such a slow rate of speed that you wouldn’t notice it on scanners and it quietly attaches itself to an inconspicuous spot on the hull.” (Reply any) “They are only good for short range tracking and its power pack only lasts 3 hours. Their commander is betting that if we run; we can’t run very far, very fast. If I were that commander, I’d be hoping we do what we are doing because that would give me time to help my buddies and still get my prize.” (Reply any) (Posted by Charlie Raschen) (USS Dennison – Bridge –FO Banowsky – 1345) "ETA 5 minutes. Beginning Nav-Scans, forwarding them to OPS." “I’m receiving the Nav-Scans feed Night.” Chance reported. "Chance, the lead vessel just fired some sort of probe?" Will heard night ask, he listened intently to Temarious' reply. “That Miss Night, is called a Bead Probe. As a privateer I used them to mark my next victim.” "What, Ensign, is a Bead Probe?" Will asked Temarious. “I got mine from SFI. The way there supposed to work is it looks like a malfunctioning torpedo, unarmed, really slow, but on target. As it gets closer to its target, the real probe, which is about the size of a Ferengi’s head, gets ejected from the torpedo casing at such a slow rate of speed that you wouldn’t notice it on scanners and it quietly attaches itself to an inconspicuous spot on the hull.” "Sounds tricky, any more details Ensign?" Will asked Chance, hoping to get more details. “They are only good for short range tracking and its power pack only lasts 3 hours. Their commander is betting that if we run; we can’t run very far, very fast. If I were that commander, I’d be hoping we do what we are doing because that would give me time to help my buddies and still get my prize.” "Can we destroy it ensign. Or would there be some serious reprecussions. Or rather, since you have the best knowledge of this type of probe. What would you say is the best course of action?" (reply Chance) (posted by Will Banowsky) Ad Noctum (USS Dennison-Sickbay-CO Madison Davis-13:48) Arriving in sickbay, she saw Dr. Nymes heavily at work as usual. She wasn’t sure how many of them were injured previous to the Dennison running into them, but from the looks of things some had some rather severe injuries. Going from biobed to biobed, she asked, “How are they doctor?” <> Knowing that some of them would recover in a day or two, everyone else she noted seemed to only have minor cuts and bruises. That was good. Davis couldn’t wait to talk with the FO about what they were doing in this region of space. Although she assumed the same as them, she couldn’t help but think that something was odd about it. Starfleet Intelligence nor the Admiral had spoken a word of having another 52nd Fleet ship in the region. Shoving that aside for the moment, she looked for the FO, which thankfully seemed to be one of the people with cuts and bruises. “Commander…” (Reply: All Mentioned, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (USS Dennison, Transporter Room 3, Commander Trevan West, 1350) Trevan and the others waited in the Transporter Room for the Semme who was not that far behind. As he was about to check his belongings, the Chief arrived. "Glad to see you all here, ok here is the deal," and he went on to explain the mission to retrieve the sensor logs from the telescope. "I am not expecting any trouble but to be safe, set phasers to level three only. We can't risk hitting anything in there." Trevan then turned his attention to his Engineer, "I am not sure what kind of condition the array is in, be prepared for anything." He then nodded at Bracken, "Dale, you are to assist me in the data retrieval. The rest of you are there for protection. I want a search of the level we will be on, report anything unusual to me. Do not fire unless fired upon got me?" he directed that last comment to everyone in the room. "Sensors show no-one aboard, for the time being anyway." Trevan then hopped up on the Transporter platform, set his phaser and spoke, "Okay, energize." (Reply ALL!) (Posted by Kerry Fletcher) (USS Dennison, Transporter Room 3, ACSO Ens Dale Bracken, 1351) Once in the transporter room, West began his brief, he spoke to the engineering chief upon his arrival, then nodded toward her. "Dale, you are to assist me in the data retrieval. The rest of you are there for protection. I want a search of the level we will be on, report anything unusual to me. Do not fire unless fired upon got me?" The last comment was directed at the security contingent. Dale was glad to have Ash cover her back, it was someone that she knew she could trust. “Acknowledged Sir†She then turned to Ash and nodded to him, as they all stepped up to the plate, trying to hide her nervousness, and probably failing. Trevan then hopped up on the Transporter platform, set his phaser and spoke, "Okay, energize." (Reply any on away team/any) (Posted by mark) Ad Noctum (USS Agrippa - Temporary Stratops Command - Rear Admiral Richard Ian Lee -0340) Rear-Admiral Richard Ian Lee, Commander of Stratops and possessed of the power to move the Strategic Assets of the entire fleet, gripped a panel as his new ship shuddered around him. "Report!" "We're taking fire again Admiral; we're outgunned two-to-one." One of his Aides reported. "The entire battle-group is under fire!" Rich cursed the impulse that had drawn him to take a small battle-group and start probing the recently vacated sectors of space that the withdrawing fleet had left behind only a couple of days ago. They were still mopping up stragglers, and would be for some time. Usually just a ship or two, but entire battle-groups had popped up from sensor-dead star-systems. Systems like the one they were scanning now as a location for a possible forward base while they took back the Federation a piece at a time. Battle-groups like the one bloodying their nose now. "Orders to the battle-group, get us the bloody hell out of here!" he growled. He tapped his badge a moment later, "Captain, get us to safety!" There was a few moments, not quite silent as commands were being given on the open line to various bridge crew, before the Captain replied =^=No chance, we're surrounded Sir.=^= The line abruptly went dead as the ship rocked again. The Agrippa was a Sovereign class vessel, made for combat, but she was evidently taking a pounding. Rich stood and immediately made way for the door, "You have the Fleet." He told his XO, a Marine Colonel. "I'll be on the bridge." Lee had never been one to sit back. The only reason he wasn't in command of the Agrippa was because the ship had already had a Commanding Officer. He'd been in command of the Night's Watch, though the First Officer had done most of the work as the War had progressed. Even so, Rich wasn't the sort of officer to sit back while his life was in danger. ... not that he could do much from the bridge, a little voice said in the back of his mind as he jumped into a turbolift. It was a voice he patently ignored. Stepping onto the bridge was like stepping into a firestorm. The bridge already had a couple blown out panels (something Rich knew well, as the scars on his face showed). He immediately stepped to the side and put himself into a corner as the Captain of the ship gave orders to turn the ship. A look at the screen showed three Defiant-class ships firing quantum torpedoes. The ship shuddered again from multiple impacts before the Agrippa's weapons could come to bear. "Sir, shields at 60%!" the officer at Tactical said. "Fire at will Lieutenant!" The Captain bellowed, followed by "Bring us to 160 mark 10, smartly!" The ship rolled on its axis, showing its belly to the Defiants, as the Tactical officer launched several of the weapons at his command. One of the Defiant class ships tried to turn off, but took the full force of the Agrippa's rage and blew up moments after total shield failure. Before the Tactical officer could turn his attention to another of the Trio, however, some other ship that Rich couldn't see on the screen pounded them hard and the Tactical console blew in a series of sparks and shrapnel. The Lieutenant at Tactical screamed and came to his feet, his face full of metal shards. He tried to pull the pieces out, but the ship bucked again and he was knocked sprawling to the middle of the deck, where evidently he was knocked cold, because he didn't stand up again. Rich wasted no time. He was a Tacitcal officer by training; he'd joined Starfleet as a Security crewman. He stepped up to Tactical 2 and brought all the sensors online. "We're surrounded Captain," he reported as he brought his weapons to bear on a Galaxy class ship and let loose with photon and quantum torpedoes. He followed up with a full phaser barrage and grinned with savage glee as the Galaxy class ship turned off to present its undamaged dorsal shields under the fury of the Agrippa's barrage. If the Captain noticed anything wrong with a Rear-Admiral manning his ship's tactical station, he said nothing about it. Rather, he reiterated "Keep firing," before turning back to the CONN and saying, "Find us a way out, Now, Ensign!" Lee kept his weapons hot, firing at various ships and not lingering over-long on any of them. Enemy ships spun out, blew up or withdrew as the battle-group pounded them, but his own ships were taking a beating. Of the nine ships he'd brought with him, only four were still fighting. Rich didn't really pause to think of that as the Agrippa shuddered under even more fire. "Shields at 20%" he said grimly. He wondered briefly, as he concentrated photon fire on a Steamrunner Class ship, if the Agrippa had ablative armor for when the Shields failed. The situation was grim when the Steamrunner, a gunboat by design, fired a few dozen photon torpedoes their way. Rich cursed and bellowed, "Brace yourselves!" ... not that it did any good. The Agrippa was thrown sideways by the high-energy impact of so much antimatter. Alarms the likes of which Rich hadn't heard in years went off all at once, and a flash-fire broke out on the port-side of the bridge which took several crewmembers and forced them, screaming, to leave their stations so that they could put themselves out. Rich grunted as a piece of shrapnel cut through his arm, he could feel the blood dripping from his fingertips and the Tactical panel rapidly became smeared with his blood as he fought to bring the shields back up and keep up their fire. "Torpedo launchers out, half our phaser banks are toast and shields are gone!" he yelled, finally looking up from his panel. He found that he needn't have bothered; the Captain was laying over what was left of the Operations panel, his neck bent at an unnatural angle and his uniform burning merrily. That scene actually forced Lee to stop for a moment, as the ship careened out of control, broken and burning. The look on the Captain's face, his head turned unnaturally towards Lee as if condemning him for killing his ship, forced Lee's mind into a moment of clarity. Rich's heart almost stopped before he got a grip on himself (sort of) and looked back down at his panel. He looked back up again after a couple of seconds, there were only a couple living officers or crew still on the bridge, and only one of them was at her station. The other was looking at her own hands, which were covered in blood... either hers or from one of her shipmates. Rear Admiral Lee looked back down at the Tactical station and tapped a button. "This is Rear Admiral Lee of the USS Agrippa," he said onto an open channel. "Mayday, mayday, we're under attack and are seriously out-numbered." He kept the channel open as he re-routed Conn control to his station, using his own Admiral's access codes. A quick look at the Engine status, as the ship shuddered again from more phaser hits, showed that he still had one impulse engine and thrusters. He engaged them and brought the Agrippa's nose around to face the big Galaxy Class ship, and then engaged the Engines to overload. for all the speed he could get. [Warning, Collision Course.] the Computer warned, though Lee paid absolutely no attention to it. A few seconds passed before he lifted his hands and gently covered his wounded arm with a good hand, to staunch the bleeding. "It's been a pretty little war, but I'm afraid I've seen as much of it as I'm destined too..." he said to nobody in particular on the open frequency, which was keyed only to the 52nd fleet. "It's been an honor. Admiral Lee, signing off." The Galaxy Class ship came closer, and the Agrippa shuddered around him more as various ships took passing shots at her when they realized just what Lee had in mind. He'd aimed the Agrippa's nose for the engineering section of the Galaxy... a ship whose name he didn't even know. The resulting crash was sure to be fatal. Lee's infamous luck, which had seen him through two murder attempts, two wars and nearly five dozen battles, had finally turned. ~A shame, I wanted to see Earth again.~ he thought, just before the ship rammed the Galaxy Class vessel. A few seconds after that, the Agrippa's warp core containment failed and every ship within 20,000 kilometers was destroyed in the resulting firestorm. (reply: none) (posted by Trout) (USS Johann - Brig - A Starfleet Officer - Time has no meaning to one chained) The Officer lifted his head and winced at the pain he felt across his chest. It felt as though someone had beat him bloody, and then run red-hot strips across his skin. ... in fact, they had. ... but it was best not to dwell on that. He had no idea how long he'd been in this dark hole, which seemed to have been a brig once, but it couldn't have been very long. They were using all the time-honored traditions, screwing up his sense of time and alternating his meals. Everything that they could do in order to fog his brain and make it easier for interrogation techniques to work. The man figured he still had some semblance of sanity, so it couldn't have been more then a week. They'd trained him to deal with this sort of torture for at least a week and a day, after all. ... he stopped thinking along those lines when the gallows humor made him chuckle, and then gasp, as the burns on his chest began to flare in pain. He returned to slow, shallow, breathing... counting out seconds in his head so he could retain some semblance of time. He'd just gotten breakfast an hour ago. Breakfast being a loose term, of course, because what had come on the small plastic plate could hardly be called food. But they'd said 'good morning' in a sarcastic cheerful tone when they'd delivered it, so that made it breakfast, the Officer supposed. The food was still sitting where it had been left, he hadn't felt the need to reach over and grab it. He wasn't that desperate yet, and he was still angry enough that he was showing defiance in any way possible. He supposed that wouldn't last much longer, eventually they were going to stop playing with him and get down to the serious business of extracting information from his battered hide. ... that was when the fun would begin. So far they'd done little more then screw with his head and perception of time. Branding him, beating him, had seemed to be little more then a game to keep up his expectations. He had no doubt they'd meant to do it, but he'd gotten the distinct impression that they hadn't meant to get him talking yet, it was more like a taste of what was to come. Anticipation of pain is worse then pain itself, as it were, and the Officer was already cringing slightly when he thought that he'd be pulled out of this cell again in the near-distant future and subjected to such indignities again. He took a deep breath and continued counting seconds, and minutes, in his head. He'd been taught early not to count out-loud, or the Enemy would come and find ways to stop the counting. The whole purpose of this exorcize was to make him loose his bearings, after all. An indeterminate amount of time later, the force-field dropped. The Officer opened his eyes but didn't see much, the entire security center beyond the force-field was pitch-black, so he couldn't see anything or make reference to anything physical. All he was able to see most times were the small dimensions of his own cell; they'd even programmed the force-field to emit next to no light. The prisoner didn't even try to move. He'd never been called stupid, and he knew the illusion of freedom wasn't real. It was best, after all, not to get your hopes up. Eventually someone walked into the room. The man was dressed in the black on black uniform of Starfleet Special Forces. His face was pleasantly generic, no identifying marks, the kind of man who could walk into a crowd and never be noticed again. The man had another plate of food in his hand, which he put down beside the Prisoner's breakfast. The Prisoner looked down and found he couldn't distinguish between one plate and the other. They had the same ugly lump of pseudo-food, cut to exactly the same dimensions, placed exactly the same on a plates that were twin brothers. The Officer looked back up at the pleasant faced man and quirked an eyebrow. "To what do I owe the pleasure? I do enjoy company." "Just wondering if you had anything to confess." ~Ah, that.~ The Officer was wondering when they'd begin the pleasant little mind games. Everything up to this point had only been a minor exorcize in psychology... now the fun would begin. "Sure do." The prisoner replied with fake joviality. "I confess that your food sucks, that the accommodations have rats, that your face looks like it could use the tender loving care of a brick. Oh, and that I could... would- cheerfully dump a few pounds of feces on your commander's head." If anything, the man's grin got a titch wider, and the Prisoner decided that he'd taken the wrong tack. This was a man who enjoyed a smart-alec challenge. "Very well, we can pursue this another time. But I remind you, just in case you have daydreams of being rescued, that nobody knows you are alive. We've already intercepted communications that bare your name. In fact, you helped with that yourself." The Officer would have grumbled at that, but he'd had more then enough time to think it over in the everlasting dark- and he'd already figured out they would try to use that tack against him. He shrugged to show he cared little, and then leaned his head against the wall. "Aight, I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me in an hour, k?" He closed his eyes and listened. Nothing stirred for a while, and the Officer began to wonder if he'd made a tactical mistake. Finally, however, his company's reed-thin voice said. "You're going to die, and soon. But before you do, you're going to help us bring down your friends. Think on that; simmer on it a bit, because you know it to be true." His eyelids opened, and pure rage shimmered behind the eyes of Richard Ian Lee. All the more fierce because, in the end, he knew the man to be right. (reply: none) (posted by Trout)