Mission: Supernatural Day: 4 Mission: Past, Present…Future? Day: 2 Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Dennison-Ten Forward-FO Banowsky, 07:58) "They seem to be very power hungry little buggers, but from what I have found out, the plasma flow to the units need to be completely stable. One little bump in the stream and it's lights out." replied Darsons. "Exactly Lt., that is the reason why I called both you and Lt. Semme down here. I want the both of you to work on the phase cloak. I want the damn thing to be fully operational by 15.00 hours. So I want you guys to make sure it is operational and working, then when it is working I want you guys to study everything about it, and become as close to experts as you possibly can in such short time." (reply Semme, Darsons) "I know it seems kinds of a lot to ask, but the thing is, the phase cloak might very well safe our life out there. And I want us to know as much as we can. Don't worry, I'll help as much I can. I may be no engineer but I was the Ops chief on the Spectre, a ship that used one, so I will lend my knowledge as much as I can." (reply Semme, Darsons) "Well then any questions?" (reply Semme, Darsons) (reply Semme, Darsons) (posted by Will Banowsky) (USS Dennison-Ten Forward-Lt. Haley Darsons, 07:59) "Exactly Lt., that is the reason why I called both you and Lt. Semme down here. I want the both of you to work on the phase cloak. I want the damn thing to be fully operational by 15.00 hours. So I want you guys to make sure it is operational and working, then when it is working I want you guys to study everything about it, and become as close to experts as you possibly can in such short time." Now that did worry her, "Sir, fifteen hundred hours today?" she asked already knowing the answer. "I know it seems kinds of a lot to ask, but the thing is, the phase cloak might very well save our life out there. And I want us to know as much as we can. Don't worry, I'll help as much I can. I may be no engineer but I was the Ops chief on the Spectre, a ship that used one, so I will lend my knowledge as much as I can." "Well then any questions?" Haley waited until she was alone with the First Officer, "Sir, I know I am CEO but that was on the Beowulf, as there are already two ACEO's on-board, who exactly will be running Engineering?" (reply Banowsky) (Posted by Kerry Fletcher) (USS Dennison – Bridge - ATAC/SEC – Ensign Ash Divay –0807) Ash was excited, nearly all combat had that effect on him. He had sweat on his face and his fingers moved faster then an android's on the panel in front of him. Commanding the tactical system to fire phasers and he continued to fire swinging the ship around to fire from different phaser banks so as to keep the pressure on the enemy while other banks recharged. Tactical actions of mister Divay had left enemy's ranks decimated with several of their ships destroyed or damaged. Ash noticed a blip on his tactical display moving towards friendly ships. Ash locked on just as captain spoke "Lets take out the last one," Davis said as Night piloted the ship in position. "Aye aye sir! Hes a dead meat !" Ash responded tapping the Fire button ,he looked up and saw a beam of red phaser striking the top shield of the enemy ship, "Enemy shield down to 45%,Firing again" Ash said again the beam hit the top shield but this time the ship turned and headed towards Dennison. "Warning Collision Imminent!" Computers voice came on Ash turned to Night and yelled "Helm !!" (Reply Night) Bang Bang two loud explosions caused by charges from enemy ship exploded over Dennison's forward and top shield overloading the shield generators for those areas. (Reply Any on the bridge) As the enemy ship passed over the Dennison and came up behind the ship Ash armed aft torpedo's and fired two. Both hit the enemy ship at the same time ,close proximity of the explosion shook the Dennison but aft shields protected it from any damage . "Target destroyed Sir" Ash said turning to his CO. (Reply Davis, Night, Any) (Posted Ash Divay) (USS Dennison-Ten Forward-FO Banowsky-08:10) Will waited around for both officers to ask questions. He was asking a lot of them, but he was confident in their abilities. After Lt. Semme left, Will noticed that Darsons had stayed behind. "Sir, I know I am CEO but that was on the Beowulf, as there are already two ACEO's on-board, who exactly will be running Engineering?" Will looked at her and spoke. "Captain Davis and I have both decided to name Lt. Semme the official Chief Engineering Officer. Sorry Lt. Darsons, but we both also agreed not to name the Beowulf crew to Chief positions, not at this moment anyways, due to the uncertainty of how long you will be with. We also believed that Semme was very capable of the job. Now then Darsons, this isn't a knock on your skills, and Semme will need your help adjusting to his new role. But he is the one in charge of engineering." (reply Darsons) "Now, you are the ACEO, so if you see anyone who isn't doing there job let them know and correct them. But all in all Lt. Semme is in charge. I hope that is ok?" (reply Darsons) (posted by Will Banowsky) (USS Dennison-Ten Forward- Lt Haley Darsons-08:11) "Sir, I know I am CEO but that was on the Beowulf, as there are already two ACEO's on-board, who exactly will be running Engineering?" Will looked at her and spoke. "Captain Davis and I have both decided to name Lt. Semme the official Chief Engineering Officer. Sorry Lt. Darsons, but we both also agreed not to name the Beowulf crew to Chief positions, not at this moment anyways, due to the uncertainty of how long you will be with. We also believed that Semme was very capable of the job. Now then Darsons, this isn't a knock on your skills, and Semme will need your help adjusting to his new role. But he is the one in charge of engineering." "Aye sir. I understand." she replied 'In a pigs eye' she thought. "Now, you are the ACEO, so if you see anyone who isn't doing there job let them know and correct them. But all in all Lt. Semme is in charge. I hope that is ok?" "Understood sir." was all she said not acknowledging the question but also answering it as well. (Reply Banowsky) (Posted by Kerry Fletcher) (USS Dennison-Bridge-CO Madison Davis-08:21) After the mini fight between the Dennison, her two shuttles and the other four ships was over, Madison thought about the error made at tactical. ~Did we not just have a simulation for this?~ She wondered to herself, a bit frustrated. Of coarse if it was an absolute need be, she would back the destroying of another vessel. This vessel however, wasn’t even big enough to be a match to the Dennison’s firepower, which left Madison in question of Divay’s ability to make sure he was doing his job correctly. “Commander, you have the bridge. Mr. Divay, my ready room, now.” <> (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-08:24) “I can understand that to err is human, Mr. Divay. However what I cannot understand is how or why you destroyed one of the ships when their power didn’t even come close to matching ours.” <> “We just had a simulation not too long ago for this exact reason. This war that’s going on outside has no room for error. I suggest you make sure your targeting scanners and other tools are working to your liking before making future mistakes,” she finished off, going easy on him. She knew there was still a little bit of damage to their systems that still needed some repairing, but he had been in charge of tactical and was still responsible for his actions. <> “That’ll be all, dismissed.” (Reply: Divay, any) (Posted by: Stacey) USS Dennison – Bridge - ATAC/SEC – Ensign Ash Divay –0822) Ash felt very pleased with himself, but he felt the last enemy ship destroyed was a bit overkill ~It was still perfect Kill~ He thought with a smile. "Commander, you have the bridge. Mr. Divay, my ready room, now." Came the angry voice of Captain Davis. "Aye sir" Ash responded and got up to follow his CO ,~This is gonna be intresting~ He thought (USS Dennison-Ready Room- ATAC/SEC – Ensign Ash Divay -0824) "I can understand that to err is human, Mr. Divay. However what I cannot understand is how or why you destroyed one of the ships when their power didn't even come close to matching ours." Davis asked Divay Ash stood there for few seconds then he made eye contact with his CO and said "There was a glitch in the targeting scanners of the tactical computer sir, I had to manually compensate" Ash knew it was better to blame the Computer then to say it was all him. ~I am smarter then that~ He thought as he shifted his eyes away from his CO's and looked straight at the wall behind her, now he was avoiding eye contact. "We just had a simulation not too long ago for this exact reason. This war that's going on outside has no room for error. I suggest you make sure your targeting scanners and other tools are working to your liking before making future mistakes," Davis finished off "Aye sir,it will not happen again "Ash responded "That'll be all, dismissed." Davis said "Aye Aye sir"Ash said and turned and left (Reply None) (Posted Ash Divay) (USS Dennison - Bridge - ACONN Ens.sg Ele Night – 0836) "Star Hawk, This is Night. Be advised that your flight paths are being logged; I'm watching your back." (reply Chance) "Understood. Maintain radio silence unless urgently required. Telemetry link is live." (reply Chance) Night sat back, her mind on the course that she had set to follow the two fighters that had bugged out, returning to base as fast as they could limp home. "Captain, Ops has got a full scan of the shuttle, including manifest. Looks like they came from the USS Salvation of Angels." (reply Davis) (posted by GC) (F.P.V. Star Hawk – Control Room –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 0837) "Star Hawk, This is Night. Be advised that your flight paths are being logged; I'm watching your back." “Thanks Night; am going to radio silence except emergencies. Is the feed working?” "Understood; Maintain radio silence unless urgently required. Telemetry link is live." “I copy; Star Hawk standing by on this and emergency channels.” (Reply Night) Chance heard Ele’s reply as he sped off; heading out to just past sensor range of the USS Dennison. Mission: Supernatural Day: 4 Mission: Past, Present.Future? Day: 2 Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Dennison, Engineering, Lt. Haley Darsons, 0900) After her meeting with the First Officer, Haley headed down to Main Engineering to see if she could get a decent head start on this cloak problem that the commander had mentioned earlier. Upon entering Engineering, Haley was suddenly struck by a sense of awe. The towering warp core, multiple system displays and crew all over the place made the Beowulf's Engineering section look like and old Ferengi cargo hauler. Taking a moment to settle her excitement to be working in such a professional and technologically advanced area of the Dennison, Haley drew a breath, calmed herself and proceeded to head towards the Chief Engineer's office. Upon looking into the office, she could not see anyone around that would be in charge. Grabbing a crewmen she asked who was in charge around here. "That would be either Lieutenant Semme or Ensign Jacobs," replied the crewman. "Are they expected back soon?" "I am not sure sir. I will let them know you were here looking for them." Haley dismissed the crewman and she headed towards one of the diagnostic consoles, "Computer display current status on Phase cloak progress." The computer replied and began to display all current non-classified information to her display. "Darsons to Semme, I require assistance in Engineering. Report to me at once." Then as almost as an afterthought, "Commander Banowsky I could use your help down here please, at your earliest convienence." 'Now, lets see what these guys are up to." she thought as she started to flip through the data files. 'This may take some time to read.' she thought. Tapping a few commands into her console, Haley was able to bring up all Engineering logs, files and status reports of the last thirty days, filed them into her data PADD and then promptly closed the program and stuffed the PADD away into her Engineering kit for later reading and studying." (Reply Semme, Jacobs, Banowsky) (Posted by Kerry Fletcher) (USS Dennison, FO's Office, FO Banowsky, 0905) =^=Commander Banowsky I could use your help down here please, at your earliest convienence.=^= Putting down the PADD he was reading on the history of the Phase Cloak and tapped his comm badge. "Banowsky here, I am on my way." Will then got up and left his office heading towards engineering. (USS Dennison-Engineering-FO Banowsky-09:08) Will entered engineering and looked around for Lt. Darsons. He was eager to get some hands on work with the Phase Cloak, of course, he did plan on meeting with one of the counselors later, but still, he was sure he could be of use until then. Once he located Lt. Darsons, he approached her and spoke. "So what do you need help with Lt." (reply Darsons) (reply Darson) (posted by Will Banowsky) (USS Dennison-Engineering-Lt. Haley Darsons-09:09) Haley was hanging out around the warp display when she heard Commander Banowsky approach. "So what do you need help with Lt." "Sir, I know I am a good Engineer, but this Engine Room and all the little changes made by the previous Engineers have made it a little difficult for a girl to get around in a place like this. I could use an extra hand." (reply Will) "Well, sir, I am trying to get a grasp on the plasma flow and where any irregularities may crop up. I have been looking up some of the specs here on the computer and for the life of me have never seen a plasma grid laid out like this. Perhaps you could lend me a hand tracking all of the plasma conduits?" "Thanks sir, I could use it." she said with her killer smile, "I know you gave us until fifteen hundred hours but unless I know exactly where everything leads and how much it eats, it won't matter. If it's online and the flow is out of sync, it would be a bad day." She looked around and saw three junior engineering crewmen walk by with a handful of tools. "Excuse me sir." she said to Banowsky Haley walked up to the three men, "Just where in the hell are you taking those tools?" They looked at her for a moment, probably wondering who she was, but then she saw them look at her rank, and then saw the First Officer next to her. "Um we were going to purge EPS power taps on deck nine." Haley just shook her head, "No. You are not. You three are going to stop that right now. Take a tricorder each and start a deck by deck walk and scan the power conduits by hand to sniff out any problems, contact me if anything seems out of norm. Now move it." The three men snapped too and headed out of Engineering at warp speed. Haley then turned her attention back to the Commander, "Sorry sir. You were saying?" (reply Banowsky) (Posted by Kerry Fletcher) (USS Dennison – Sickbay - CMO Dr Nymes– 0934) "Doc what's going on" "That is a good question, Ash. And one I can't answer at the moment. Sammy, you can relax, I'll chat to you later. Ash, I think I have to talk to your old CMO again, before I can answer your questions. I'll call you back when I have some answers for you." (reply Ash iyw) "As for now, dismissed, ensign, return to station." (reply Ash) (posted by GC) (F.P.V. Star Hawk – Control Room –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 0936) At full impulse power Chance was able to scout out past were the Op-For ships were circling the Dennison and the space telescope. As he ventured out far enough, he realized that they weren’t closing as fast as he would have so that the prey wouldn’t have time to try and do anything. Instead it just seemed like they just wanted to keep tabs and see what the Dennison will do. Chance didn’t like to wait on anything. For him, waiting was like the quiet before the storm. He’d rather just jump headlong into the hurricane as apposed to wait for it to his the shore. Still, Temerarious decided to chance it and scout some more of the area. (USS Dennison - Sickbay - CMO Dr Nymes - 0937) Nymes had finished talking to the ATAC/SEC, a conversation with more questions than answers, and the trill had resolved to tackle them in the most circuititous way possible - he'd have to talk to INTEL to get any information at all, and that required a recommendation from a INTEL operative, or a flag officer. The Trill wasn't going to use his memories of his former host's handler to his advantage, Doctor Nymes was not Spy Nymes, and there was a reputation to uphold. "Computer, Locate Commander West." [... Commander West is in ShuttleBay 1, Exact location unknown...] (USS Dennison - Sickbay - CMO Dr Nymes - 0940) From one glance at the Topaz's battered and phaser scarred hull, Nymes knew that the inside wasn't going to be the prettiest place in the ship. "What the hell happened here?" "Who's there? I need a medic!" came an urgent reply, from a half hidden crewman, sweat drenched and panting his lungs out. "The Medic's here." Again, Nymes' eyes helped him decide what there was to do, and a quick review of the open tricorder on the floor showed enough of a vital scan to make the CoA even clearer. "Nymes to bridge, I need an urgent Medical Transport, Three to beam to Sickbay, my location." =/\= Nymes, this is Night, understood. Prepare for transport. =/\= (reply none) (posted by GC) (USS Dennison - Sickbay - CMO Dr Nymes - 1030) "Computer, Record CMO's Log, Stardate 2407.02.17.1030 "One hour previously, Commander West was Medically Transported to Sickbay following traumatic injury suffered during a operation in the Shuttlecraft Topaz. He had Basic Life Support administered by the duty crewman of ShuttleOPS at the scene. "Initial Assessment showed: *Compound open fracture of the Right Femur, including acetabular involvement. *Right Occipital SubDural haematoma, with conccurent contusions of the Left Frontal lobe. *Two simple fractures of the third and fourth right ribs, with no injury to the thoracic contents "Further Bioscans showed the prescence of a haemoperitoneum, secondary to a right tenth rib fracture and associated liver involvement. "Following protocol, the higher functions were stabilised under a general anaesthetic, and the neurosurgery was undertaken, with new scans showing a very good prognosis. The rib fractures have been repaired transdurally, with the abdominal bleeding stopped ultrasonically [nrpg- scifi license]. Orthopaedically, I will wait 12 hours before continuing treatment to repair (by bone regeneration) or replace (by iatrogenic grafting) the right hip joint. "The patient remains on major painkillers Waltorphine by hypospray, 60milligrams, and is started on anticoagulants. Patient's notes are recorded and uptodate, and appended to this log. "Computer, End log, encode access to CMO and Starfleet Medical only, exception: Commander Trevan West, 2O Dennison. Authorisation Nymes Delta Four Zero." (reply any) (posted by GC) USS Dennison - Sickbay - Commander Trevan West- 1031) Again, waking up in Sickbay was a disorienting event for the first few moments as he felt groggy but it soon passed. Trevan raised his head very slightly and looked down towards his feet and saw that he still could not move them. "Doctor," he said in a raspy voice. (reply Nymes) "What's going on?" he asked. (reply Nymes) The flood of information was overwhelming to him. Trevan had not realized he was that badly injured, but was glad to be in Sickbay being treated. "How much longer do I need to be here, and I need to see the Captain." (reply Nymes) Trevan saw the look on the Doctor's face, he knew it well from his previous dealings. "Just give it to me straight." (reply Nymes, any) (Posted by Kerry Fletcher) (USS Dennison - Sickbay - CMO Dr Nymes- 1033) A simple, quiet, yet nagging, alarm bleeped up as the doctor finished his report, signalling that the latest patient was waking up from his sedation. ~time to see how he's getting on again~ "Doctor," he croaked "Yes Commander, I'm here." Nymes replied, simply; his white scrubs now not so brilliantly clean after his foray into a burntout shuttlecraft, and assocated theatre time. "What's going on?" he asked. "How much longer do I need to be here, and I need to see the Captain." "You've been quite severely injured, Commander, theres no other way to put it. I'm afraid I will not let you out of sickbay for the time being, sir." "Just give it to me straight." "Okay, sir: You've suffered a serious head injury that has had some cerebral involvement, and a bleed inside your brain. I've had to perform some surgery in order to repair the damage." (reply West iyw) "But that hasn't been the only problem, sir. You've also had a few rib fractures, again, treated in surgery, and the prognosis looks good in that respect." (reply iyw) ""My concern at the moment is your hip, sir. In the fracas out there, you managed to fracture your thighbone, and I would like to stabilise you, neurologically, before i even consider setting the limb. I would, in a perfect world, like to wait a couple of days before going ahead, but the bare minimum that I will accept is 12 hours." (reply West) "I know that this is a lot of information coming forward at once, but I am looking out for your best medical Interest. If you need to speak to the captain, then I can ask her to make a visit to Sickbay; but it goes without saying that you are not medically fit for duty at this time." (reply West,any) (Posted by GC) (USS Dennison - Sickbay - Commander Trevan West- 1033) "I know that this is a lot of information coming forward at once, but I am looking out for your best medical Interest. If you need to speak to the captain, then I can ask her to make a visit to Sickbay; but it goes without saying that you are not medically fit for duty at this time." Trevan sighed, "Alright Doc, I'm not going to argue with you on this one," he said as he coughed a laugh out, "but the Captain does need to come down here. You have twelve hours, then I need to get back to duty. I am sure you can mend me." he said but inwardly was worried if twelve hours would be enough time. "I am sure you have seen my medical records from my previous postings, so you know I am not one for being in a bio-bed." he stated simply. Trevan then asked the question that was on his mind, "Doc, is there a reason I can't feel my feet or anything past my knees for that matter?" Trevan was hoping it was just a neural block. (reply Nymes, any) (Posted by Kerry Fletcher) (USS Dennison - Sickbay - CMO Dr Nymes- 1035) Nymes grinned in reply to the Commander's... jovial manner as he suggested that he wasn't leaving Sickbay anytime soon, and then West continued: "Alright Doc, I'm not going to argue with you on this one," he said as he coughed a laugh out, "but the Captain does need to come down here. You have twelve hours, then I need to get back to duty. I am sure you can mend me. I am sure you have seen my medical records from my previous postings, so you know I am not one for being in a bio-bed." he stated simply. Nymes noted that the Commander seemed to be holding back on his his side of the conversation, a simple feeling garnered from life as a doctor: eventually Nymes had realised what people hadn't said was just as, if not more, important than what they did say. "Doc, is there a reason I can't feel my feet or anything past my knees for that matter?" Nymes was impressed by the Commander. It was an innocent question, but given the complex procedures that he had undergone, and was due to go through, it was one that anyone who was "Biobed-phobic" would seem to hold in before asking, if they did ask at all. "Well, the pain killer I've given you is a moderate length acting drug, and it should be causing the numbness you experience at the moment. The paralysis, well, the injury to the right hip could cause that on that side. If you'll let me run another scan..." Nymes took the biobed sensors and ran a simple rescan of the lumbar spine. ~As I thought~ (reply West iyw) "Okay. After the incident, were you thrown across the shuttle at all? Did you land on your back?" (reply West) "I ask because you may have a transient injury to your spinal cord, which will manifest itself as time goes on; but don't worry about it, it is treatable. Is it okay if I access your transfer medical file, and the SFI-Med file?" (reply West) (posted by GC) (USS Dennison - Sickbay -Commander Trevan West, 1036) "Well, the pain killer I've given you is a moderate length acting drug, and it should be causing the numbness you experience at the moment. The paralysis, well, the injury to the right hip could cause that on that side. If you'll let me run another scan..." Trevan could see the Doctor reach over him and access the sensors on the bio-bed. "Okay. After the incident, were you thrown across the shuttle at all? Did you land on your back?" Trevan thought about that for a moment, "Well, yeah. I mean to say is that I didn't land on my back. It would be more accurate to say I was thrown backwards and the wall stopped me. I don't recall feeling too much pain, just my head hurt and an overall sense of shock." "I ask because you may have a transient injury to your spinal cord, which will manifest itself as time goes on; but don't worry about it, it is treatable. Is it okay if I access your transfer medical file, and the SFI-Med file?" "Yeah no problem, whatever it takes." replied Trevan, "There's nothing in there that's classified." (reply Nymes) (posted by Kerry Fletcher) (USS Dennison-Couns Office-FO Banowsky-10:36) “Ok…about Lt. Loyola…how would you sum up your relationship overall with him?” "He was probably my best friend here on the Dennison. He was the first person I met when I was transferred over, and we got a chance to bond while waiting to be picked up by the ship. I mean, I didn't know him that long, but during our time on the Dennison we were pretty close. He was always pushing me to be a better officer. That's what sucked so much about the...incident." Will replied. “And…I see here that you were recently involved in the recent loss of Loyola. I know it’s often unusual to experience such a loss from a simple thing like a holodeck malfunction. Do you want to get any thoughts out about that?” "It wasn't my fault, I went through guilt, but it really wasn't my fault. I felt like it at first, you know, cause it was my program and all, but in reality, it was a freak accident. And its not like I have seen accidents before. I've seen death through my brief career. Lt. Commander Orde on the Spectre, he went in a freak accident in front of my eyes. Easily could have been me. Then there was Lt. Maines and others here on the Dennison. I'm no stranger to death, and its not like I'm afraid of death, but....." Will paused. "All this death...there are so many things I want to do in life that I don't think I can achieve in Starfleet. The thing is, I'm beginning to think that I've got to chose between starfleet and achieving the things that I wanted to do in life, like starting a family. In reality, I'm beginning to question if this is where I belong." (reply thomas) (reply thomas) (posted by the WB) (USS Dennison - Sickbay -CMO Dr Nymes, 1037) "Is it okay if I access your transfer medical file, and the SFI-Med file?" "Yeah no problem, whatever it takes." replied Trevan, "There's nothing in there that's classified." Nymes nodded, and finished the scans. Taking his leave from his patient, he said: "Try to get some rest, Commander. I will be back in a moment to continue your treatment." (reply West iyw) (USS Dennison - CMO's office - Dr Nymes - 1040) "Computer, access personal medical record, West, Trevan, Commander. Cross reference all transfer records with SFI-Med, Authorisation Nymes, Delta Four Zero." [...Working.... voiceprint confirmed... Access Granted...] Nymes sat down to read the Commander's not too short medical history. It transpired that the Commander had suffered on the Boudicca: [...Several bouts of night terrors, which stem from several injuries sustained on the USS Boudicca. Depression was also a major health issue but has since disapated. Several scars marr legs from being crushed by a large supporting beam during an away mission. Patient was confined to a hover-chair for weeks, and then was confined to sickbay for attempted suicide. Also, anxiety attacks are still prevelant...] There was nothing out of the ordinary. In all honesty, the hoverchair weeks was an interesting event, which seemed strange to the Trill. When his previous host had been in the Intel corps, great pride had been taken to have nothing in any history at all be interesting to the observer. Bland and dull was seen to be favourable. Perhaps the SFI had changed. (USS Dennison - Sickbay - Dr Nymes - 1044) "And I'm back, sir. The scans reconfirm my initial diagnosis, and it looks good for an early surgery - perhaps as early as 2000 hours." (reply West) "I will request that the Captain see you as a matter of course." (reply West) (posted by GC) (USS Dennison-Couns Office-Couns Halima Thomas-10:38) So far their counseling session had been going fairly well. Halima was surprised at how Will seemed to open up almost immediately to her. Knowing he probably wanted to get it over with faster was probably the reason why, but then why was he being so honest? "All this death...there are so many things I want to do in life that I don't think I can achieve in Starfleet. The thing is, I'm beginning to think that I've got to chose between starfleet and achieving the things that I wanted to do in life, like starting a family. In reality, I'm beginning to question if this is where I belong." This wasn’t the first time Halima had ever heard this statement from an officer. As a matter of fact she had heard this a lot of times from people before, though usually not from someone in such a high command rank such as Will. Most of the time they were junior officers or senior officers that were just getting older with time. “What do you think you would do without having a possible command?” <> “I know you just stated that you might want to raise a family. What sort of job would you like to do outside of Starfleet. Have you thought about all the future aspects of this yet?” <> Halima knew they sounded like repeated questions, but she was trying to dig at him to see if he had just had a small thought about it, or if he had thought so long about it he had actually planned out down to the “T” just what he wanted to do, where he wanted to live, and how long it was going to be before he made his decision. She suspected only time would tell. (Reply: Banowsky, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (USS Dennison - Sickbay -Commander Trevan West, 1038) "Try to get some rest, Commander. I will be back in a moment to continue your treatment." "I'll try but sleeping on my back is not my thing." replied Trevan. "And I'm back, sir. The scans reconfirm my initial diagnosis, and it looks good for an early surgery - perhaps as early as 2000 hours." Trevan's eyes nearly popped out of his head, "Ten hours!" he screamed, "You gotta do better than that Doctor! I can't lie here on my back looking at the dull ceiling for ten hours!" His heart rate shot up and his eyes were becoming shifty, looking left and right, almost in a paranoid state. "Now, do the surgery now," he stated as he made a futile effort to get out of the bed only to be held back once again by the restraining field. "I demand to see Captain Davis now." "I will request that the Captain see you as a matter of course." Trevan was impressed that the Doctor was not even fazed by his demands. (reply Nymes) (posted by Kerry Fletcher) (USS Dennison-Couns Office-FO Banowsky-10.40) “What do you think you would do without having a possible command?” "It wouldn't really bother me to not have a command. I didn't really enter starfleet to have a command, but to serve, and be the best I could. If I received a command posting well then, it would have been amazing, but if I don't get one, then it wouldn't be the end of the world so to speak." “I know you just stated that you might want to raise a family. What sort of job would you like to do outside of Starfleet. Have you thought about all the future aspects of this yet?” "Before I entered the academy, I thought about going to law school instead, and I had to make a decision whether to go to one or the other. I decided to go to the academy instead. I guess if I left starfleet I would go to law school. 3 more years of school isn't going to kill me. I would probably go back to Texas, where I grew up and stay and work there, and in time ya know settle down. But the thing is I'm not sure, I made a commitment to Starfleet, and I'm not a coward, so I don't want it to seem like I am running away. I don't know I guess if I do leave it will be at the earliest at the end of the war. " Will paused for a moment. "I'm sure you have heard this a million times, but life after starfleet was always on the table for me. Since I entered the academy, I have always thought of just serving the minimum amount and leaving, but when I got the position as Second Officer of the Spectre, I thought maybe just serving the minimum was stupid, and to see where my career could take me. Then when I got the First Officer position here I thought the same thing. But with all this death, I don't know. I have a list of goals that I wanted to achieve before my death, and I kind of want to achieve them." (reply Thomas) (reply Thomas) (posted by Will Banowsky) USS Dennison-Couns Office-Lt. Halima Thomas-10:44) "I'm sure you have heard this a million times, but life after starfleet was always on the table for me. Since I entered the academy, I have always thought of just serving the minimum amount and leaving, but when I got the position as Second Officer of the Spectre, I thought maybe just serving the minimum was stupid, and to see where my career could take me. Then when I got the First Officer position here I thought the same thing. But with all this death, I don't know. I have a list of goals that I wanted to achieve before my death, and I kind of want to achieve them." Pausing a moment before she replied, she said, “It sounds like you’ve been faced with more or less the fear of death, instead of trying to achieve what you want to achieve. Though that is sometimes a hard step to overcome, I think that you need to take more time for yourself, relax more. The war will always be outside. After all, like you said, you don’t want those moments to pass you by.” <> Starting to wrap up the counseling session, she wondered if he would fly from her doors or if he would stick around. She found him attractive in a way that wasn’t interferring with her duties, but was distracting to her as she found herself wondering of his availability and status. “Good. I don’t want to have to request to have that made into an order you know,” she said, smiling. <> Looking on her padd, she saw the long list of people she was still in charge of counseling. ~I wish all this could wait…~ (Reply: Banowsky, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (USS Dennison-Couns Office-FO Banowsky-10:45) “It sounds like you’ve been faced with more or less the fear of death, instead of trying to achieve what you want to achieve. Though that is sometimes a hard step to overcome, I think that you need to take more time for yourself, relax more. The war will always be outside. After all, like you said, you don’t want those moments to pass you by.” "Good advice I guess. Relaxing is something I do best. I could read a book, relive my gridiron glory days in the holodeck. Either way, time for myself and relaxing sound good. Maybe more time in less stressful situations will make me see things more clearly. Of course I got to get through some paper work, but I definetly will make some time for myself. “Good. I don’t want to have to request to have that made into an order you know,” she said, smiling. "Well, you know, I always follow orders." Will said as a lame joke. He found her cute, and she definetly seemed like someone he wanted to get to know better. She may actually become the first counselor he actually could enjoy being around. "You know Lt., I'd like to get a head on start on the me time you recommened. How'd you like to join me for a bite to eat. You can take a break, and I can get a little bit of 'therapy'" he said with a smile. Then as a joke, with a huge smile, he said, "You know I'd hate to have to request to have that made into an order you know." (reply Thomas) (reply Thomas) (posted by Will Banowsky) (Reply: Banowsky, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (USS Dennison-Couns Office-Lt. Halima Thomas-10:46) "Well, you know, I always follow orders." Will said as a lame joke. "You know Lt., I'd like to get a head on start on the me time you recommened. How'd you like to join me for a bite to eat. You can take a break, and I can get a little bit of 'theraby'" he said with a smile. Then as a joke, with a huge smile, he said, "You know I'd hate to have to request to have that made into an order you know." Standing up, she pushed a button on her padd to close the list of people she had yet to counsel. She decided things could wait while she took a lunch break. “’Yes sir’”, she said, jokingly back to him. “I would like that very much.” She took her padd with her anyways, just so she could finish her job after their lunch was over. Halima didn’t want Will to think that she was a workaholic, but the job did have to be done. “So, where to?” (Reply: Banowsky, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (USS Dennison - Sickbay - CMO Dr Nymes, 1046) The Commander had flipped, quite radically, from the calm, collected officer Nymes had seen on the bridge 2 days ago; now he was almost paranoid in his outlook. From a former agent's perspective, it looked perilously close to being broken. "Commander. I reiterate that the surgery should take place in 24-48 hours time - that is when the textbooks suggest I operate on you. I am, however, prepared to do so earlier - and how much earlier depends on your stability during this period. If you get too excited, then the previous neurosurgery may need to be repeated, and I cannot guarrantee the same degree of success. I need you to remain calm, or I will sedate you for your own benefit, and you will wake up in 12 hours time, post op." Nymes said, confident in his job, professional in his manner - such a situation was where rank mattered not, and the patient came first. (reply West) "The choice is yours, Commander, but I will not operate before 2000 hours." (reply West) (posted by GC) (USS Dennison - Sickbay - Commander Trevan West, 1047) "Commander. I reiterate that the surgery should take place in 24-48 hours time - that is when the textbooks suggest I operate on you. I am, however, prepared to do so earlier - and how much earlier depends on your stability during this period. If you get too excited, then the previous neurosurgery may need to be repeated, and I cannot guarantee the same degree of success. I need you to remain calm, or I will sedate you for your own benefit, and you will wake up in 12 hours time, post op." Nymes said, "The choice is yours, Commander, but I will not operate before 2000 hours." Trevan understood the Doctor's position, but he would not let it go at that. "Doc, as you can see I am not in a position to argue. You do have every authoritative right over my medical treatment, but I must pull rank in this situation. I order you to contact Captain Davis and have her report to me now. This I will not argue. It is a matter of the upmost urgency regarding the current mission, and THAT you do not have the right to overrule me, Ensign." Trevan hated to pull rank in any situation, but it was required in this line of work, but it always made him feel horrible afterwards. (reply Nymes) "If the operation can't be done before 2000 hours then I have plenty of time to talk to the Captain down here. I also request a data display where I can access current Bridge operations from here. (reply Nymes) (reply Nymes) (Posted By Kerry Fletcher) (USS Dennison - Sickbay - CMO Dr Nymes, 1048) "The choice is yours, Commander, but I will not operate before 2000 hours." Nymes watched the Commander's face as he assimilated the information he had been given. It was almost as if he was willing to let it go, but at the last second changed his mind. "Doc, as you can see I am not in a position to argue. You do have every authoritative right over my medical treatment, but I must pull rank in this situation. I order you to contact Captain Davis and have her report to me now. This I will not argue. It is a matter of the upmost urgency regarding the current mission, and THAT you do not have the right to overrule me, Ensign." The Commander looked pale as he finished his speech. Nymes' memory flashed up, and the current incumbent wondered why this human intelligence operative was so sickened by making a tough call. "If the operation can't be done before 2000 hours then I have plenty of time to talk to the Captain down here. I also request a data display where I can access current Bridge operations from here. "The Captain will be made aware of your request, sir. But I will overrule you on your request to have up to date mission data at this time. You are medically unfit to fly; and that means you cannot do your job. No Ifs, and's or but's. Your neurological state is looking good at the moment, but you are in a situation where I would usually have you sedated. Four Hundred years ago, you would have been sedated throughout this. It is precisely due to your mission knowledge that you are awake at present, sir. You need to brief the Captain, but I will refuse to pass you fit for duty." (reply West) Nymes knew that as an ensign, he was a youthful CMO, but he had the experience and knowledge of West and his lifetime. Applying that to his patient meant that, in anyone else, he would be out of action for 2 days pre-op whilst he was stabilised, and for a week in intensive care post op. It was a calculated risk to decide to take him to theatre before the 2 days were up, hell, even before the wfirst surgery was deemed successful. The doctor wasn't clear how much of the antipathy from the commander was drug-induced, and whether the lack of sedation was going to cost him later on. A calculated risk, as ever. (reply west, any, or none - would feed nicely into the report to Davis post, kerry) (posted by GC) (USS Dennison - Sickbay - Commander Trevan West, 1049) "The Captain will be made aware of your request, sir. But I will overrule you on your request to have up to date mission data at this time. You are medically unfit to fly; and that means you cannot do your job. No Ifs, and's or but's. Your neurological state is looking good at the moment, but you are in a situation where I would usually have you sedated. Four Hundred years ago, you would have been sedated throughout this. It is precisely due to your mission knowledge that you are awake at present, sir. You need to brief the Captain, but I will refuse to pass you fit for duty." Trevan was going to argue but didn't have the energy to, "I understand. I am not asking to be released for duty or any such thing. Can't you comply with a simple request as 'get me a data display'?" "I just want to follow everything going on up there, there may be an instance where my input may be needed. I don't know why you carry this chip on your shoulder, Lewis, but it's getting old. Just do what I ask and there will be no problems from me, that I give you my word." Trevan could see he wasn't getting anywhere with Nymes, "Okay how about a deal then. Get me the Captain, and a two hour use of a data display and then you can sedate me and do what you like to me. Remove my arm and attach it to my forehead if that's what you need to do," he said slowly trying not to laugh. "I know it's something you've always wanted to try," he said but this time burst out laughing into a coughing fit. (reply Nymes) (Posted by Kerry Fletcher) (USS Dennison - Sickbay - CMO Dr Nymes, 1050) "I understand. I am not asking to be released for duty or any such thing. Can't you comply with a simple request as 'get me a data display'?" "I just want to follow everything going on up there, there may be an instance where my input may be needed. I don't know why you carry this chip on your shoulder, Lewis, but it's getting old. Just do what I ask and there will be no problems from me, that I give you my word..... "Okay how about a deal then. Get me the Captain, and a two hour use of a data display and then you can sedate me and do what you like to me. Remove my arm and attach it to my forehead if that's what you need to do," he said slowly trying not to laugh. "I know it's something you've always wanted to try," he said but this time burst out laughing into a coughing fit. ~Chip? no chip, sir.~ went through the trill's head, but then the human started coughing. "Never mind the PADD, sir, lets get you sorted out." Nymes said. "Okay, get me some cough suppressant, and start obs, nurse." As the nurse got the medication and checked it, the doctor reviewed the scans. "Okay, Commander, less talk now. Lets get you sorted out." (reply West iyw, none) (posted by GC) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-11:02) The message had been successfully lauched almost two hours prior, and Madison had yet to hear from Starfleet. She wondered if they had even replied to it yet, or if they would be wanting to wait until West had recovered. ~West,~ she thought. ~He’s still in sickbay.~ It had been the same amount of time since he had been in sickbay, and Madison didn’t question Nymes yet. This time she waited awhile until he could give her some actual answers. “Davis to Dr. Nymes, how is Commander West?” <> ~Awake and talking, already?~ She was a bit surprised, but knew that he would probably be wanting to get up and get back to work soon, which Madison was not going to let happen right away. Beep beep. Beep beep. Her computer chimed. There was a message about to come through. Excitement streaming through her veins, she said, “Thank you, I’ll get the details from your report. Davis out.” Cutting Nymes off short, she didn’t mean to be rude, but she had to see who the message was from. Tapping a few buttons on her computer, the screen opened up to display the sender; Starfleet Intelligence. This was what she had been waiting for for what seemed like forever. But then there was another problem. ~Will they even deal with me?~ she wondered to herself, as she opened it up. “They’ll just have to,” she told herself, then put in her command code and clicked the last button. “Captain Davis…what can I say? I was expecting to speak with Commander West.” “Yes I know. I must say that I’m sorry he can’t be here right now. He was injured in an accident in an attempt to get this through to you.” She tried not to be too curt with him, but she was letting him know in her own way that she would be dealing with him, not West this time. After giving her a long look and tilting his head to the side, he said, “Well…you are the Captain of the Dennison. I’m sure none of this information will leak into other’s hands unauthorized.” It was really more of a redundant rhetorical question, but Madison ignored the fact and hoped he would cut straight to the chase. “In the message you sent it referred to another ship being there, the USS Beowulf. That ship was actually sent there by us prior to your arrival.” “Then why send us to guard this…telescope…when someone else was already there first?” Taking a breath, and then leaning closer in to the computer screen, he replied, “We had reason to believe that the people on that ship were working with Doenitz, against our side of the Federation. It was our hope that if that were the case you could have intercepted them if they were using the telescope to send information to each other. However…that obviously not being the case…” he trailed off. “I don’t understand. Why didn’t you just ask me to look into the situation itself?” Madison knew that the Admiral had his own will and plans to follow, and didn’t necessarily have to let her in on them, but it annoyed her anyways. They had sat at that stupid telescope for hours with nothing more to do than twiddle their thumbs…she’d hoped she could have an explanation. “Davis, you of all people should know that we like sending in blind calvery when it comes to scoping out the spies. Unless absolutely necessary, we wanted to see what information you would be able to pull out from them.” Quirking her eyebrow, she responded, “Not much. We were attacked, their warp core overloaded, now the 4 remaining survivors are on our ship…which brings me to my next question. What are the next set of orders?” (Reply: Nymes, None) (Posted by: Stacey) (USS Dennison - Sickbay -CMO Dr Nymes, 1103) =/\=Davis to Dr. Nymes, how is Commander West?=/\= Nymes sighed as the comcall came through. It was the next job on the list for the trill, and it was a delicate subject, as all confidentiality issues are, and a conversation he, as a doctor, wanted to have in person. "Captain, This is Nymes. My patient is stabilised, for now, I am keeping him awake without sedation for the time being, in order to monitor him more closely. He has requested a meeting with you. I suggest that you keep it brief. I have forwarded the full report to the database." =/\=Thank you, I’ll get the details from your report. Davis out.=/\= "Understood, Captain. Sickbay out." (reply none) (posted by GC) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-11:04) Over two minutes into her conversation with the Captain on the other end, and she still didn’t see the reason for their being there, other than the spy business. But they were a warship, they shouldn’t be sent on every spy catch there was. “I do believe your Commander West was set up with the instructions minutes after us receiving the message. We were waiting on it. Let us know when you have more to report, Command out.” “But…” She hated it when some admirals used their discretionary powers to sever communications whenever they felt like they had vented enough air to make a difference in life. Extremely annoyed, she might just take a trip to sickbay and see if West knew what she would be talking about. (USS Dennison-Sickbay-CO Madison Davis-11:08) As soon as she walked into sickbay, she stopped momentarily to look around and find West. It wasn’t that difficult, but there were many beds. Upon finding him, she picked up her pace of walking and headed straight there. “Commander, how are you feeling?” (Reply: West, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (USS Dennison – Sickbay, Commander Trevan West–1109) Trevan opened his eyes, it took a moment for the room to focus once again. This time however it was not the Doctor standing over him, it was Captain Davis. Coughing slightly Trevan spoke in a hoarse voice, "Sir, thank..." he paused clearing his throat, "you for coming. Did you receive my last message?" (reply Davis) "It contains the message from Intel Command. I managed to get it just before..." he trailed off in mid-sentence as the horror of everything came to the front of his thoughts. "I am not sure what is in it, you have authority to look at it and I transmitted the file number to you. If you would be so kind as to access it, I would appreciate it. As you can see," he said looking from her eyes to his body, "I am not in any position to continue duties as of yet, or so the Doc tells me anyway. You could overrule him if you wanted to," he said but knew she wouldn't do it. (reply Davis) "I understand Captain, I can't tell you much as I can't remember everything clearly and it's frustrating as hell. When I have anything of note to tell you, you will hear it first. How is Chance, did he make it back alright?" asked Trevan. He didn't want anything to happen to Chance, especially since he risked his life and ship to save the Topaz. (Reply Davis) (Posted by Kerry Fletcher) USS Dennison-Mess Hall-CO Madison Davis-11:38) Half of Madison’s lunch was gone. She ate slowly as she kept her eyes on the padd before her, reading into it and tuning all of the outside noise out. Going over and over it again, she couldn’t figure it out. The orders from the padd didn’t seem to correspond with the orders she had just received no less than an hour ago. Shaking her head, she took her coffee and took another sip of it. Staring out at the stars, she could still see the telescope they had been orbiting for days. That was as site she could definitly live without seeing again. ~I think maybe I should go back and talk to West about this soon. Something just isn’t right…~ Pushing the food around her plate with the fork, she soon lost interest in even that. Food just didn’t look good anymore. She was too emersed in trying to figure out the complexity of the situation. At this point Madison didn’t know who to trust. Could it just be that the admirals had given her two separate orders by mistake? It wasn’t likely, but they were human after all. In her mind, it was more likely that someone had intercepted the communication or some varient of it. Re-reading the message again, it said: TO: Intelligence Operative Trevan West/USS Dennison FROM: Starfleet Intelligence Command Sector "Operative West, it is my duty to inform you that our forward command bases in the Tyco system has been attacked by enemy forces. The Dennison was to be in that sector. Why are you located near that array? You were ordered to support our command fleet!" END TRANSMISSION "Operative West, I have just received reports from you regarding that array of ours. It's a good thing you were there, we have no idea on the problem and I am leaving it to your Captain to decide a course of action. Our operatives have reported to me that one of the friendly vessels in that area may have an enemy agent aboard her. Seek out operative and detain them until further notice. The time delay on this message is about twelve hours, I expect you are still hanging around the array. I want your top selection of men, duties permitting to help capture possible enemy agent aboard friendly vessel. I will contact you again fifteen hours from the time you get this. Captain Clark out." END TRANSMISSION Two different messages wrapped into one communication. Shaking her head, she grabbed her lunch tray and walked it back up to the counter and deposited it for someone to clean up. Padd in hand, she quickly walked out of the mess hall. She needed to go back to see West. (Reply: Any, none) (Posted by: Stacey) (USS Dennison-Sickbay-CO Madison Davis-11:59) After making a few pit stops along the way to sickbay, Davis was determined to figure out which orders for the real set, and which were the fake, or even if it was just something as simple as a mistake. But one thing was for certain…she wouldn’t dare set a coarse on either set of orders until she was sure. They had been ambushed before, and she wasn’t about to let that happen again. Entering sickbay, Madison headed straight for the same location where West had been before. She had only been away for barely an hour, and seen that he was still awake. ~Bored out of his mind,~ she figured. “West…feeling any different?” She asked, smiling. <> She knew he was excited to find out what was on the shuttle logs, so Madison skipped to the chase and started to unload what she knew to him. “We…seem to have a situation. The logs that I found in the shuttle were orders from SFI…but the thing is, I just spoke with an SFI Admiral about an hour before I even dug up these logs. West…these are two different people giving me two sets of different orders.” Putting her hand on her head, she could feel a headache coming on. All she needed was more crap to dig through to complicate their situation. <> “How well do you know this man? Is he trustworth or is he someone you’ve never heard or met before?” <> Sighing, she replied, “No. I’m just trying to figure out which set of orders to take….or maybe….” She paused. “Maybe I just won’t take any at all.” Eyeing West, she was sensing out what his thoughts were. Banowsky would definitly have to be contacted with this new information so they could get all their stuff together and make the decision. <> “Ok. In the meantime I’m going to check in with Banowsky, see what he was to say about all this. Get some more rest, I’ll see what I come up with.” (Reply: West, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (USS Dennison-Sickbay-Commander Trevan West-1200) “West…feeling any different?” She asked, smiling. Trevan just shook his head. "No sir, in fact just sitting here is making me worse I think," he said coughing a little but not as bad as before, "Any luck with the logs?" he asked eagerly. Before she spoke he didn't like the look on her face, and he wasn't surprised when it was bad news. “We…seem to have a situation. The logs that I found in the shuttle were orders from SFI…but the thing is, I just spoke with an SFI Admiral about an hour before I even dug up these logs. West…these are two different people giving me two sets of different orders.” Putting her hand on her head, she could feel a headache coming on. All she needed was more crap to dig through to complicate their situation. That was news to him, "I was not aware Intel was in direct contact with you. As per our discussion when I came on-board, all intelligence would go through me and I would pass it on to you on a need to know basis.": He knew that the Captain was aware of this fact, but it still needed to be said. “How well do you know this man? Is he trustworthy or is he someone you’ve never heard or met before?” "I met him in person only once, just prior to my arrival on the Dennison. He provided the Topaz for us to use. Beyond that, he has been my only contact with the exception of one communication where he was unavailable, but the person I spoke with was familiar to me." he could see the impatience building in her face so he got to the point, "I do believe he is trustworthy sir. I give you my word, from what I experienced with him, he has never given me doubt, and everything that was said to me prior to my arrival here has been spot on." Sighing, she replied, “No. I’m just trying to figure out which set of orders to take….or maybe….” She paused. “Maybe I just won’t take any at all.” Eyeing West, she was sensing out what his thoughts were. Banowsky would definitely have to be contacted with this new information so they could get all their stuff together and make the decision. "For the moment, I agree not to take action, but we can not afford to second guess ourselves. I think Captain Clark's message should be taken as valid for now." “Ok. In the meantime I’m going to check in with Banowsky, see what he was to say about all this. Get some more rest, I’ll see what I come up with.” (Reply Davis, any) (Posted by Kerry Fletcher) (USS Dennison - Bridge - ACONN Ens.sg Ele Night - 1240) "Dee," Ele said, as she turned towards the science station, can you link the latest astrometric scans into the Nav-sensors please?" (reply Dee) "Understood, closing the database for update." she said. =/\=Holy Mary mother of God; Dennison do you see this?! =/\= "Hawk, this is control. Sit-rep, over." (reply Chance, Dee, any) (Posted by GC) (USS Dennison - Bridge - CSO Bracken - 1241) "Dee," Ele said, as she turned towards the science station, can you link the latest astrometric scans into the Nav-sensors please?" Dale turned to Ele, and nodded, "Coming right up." She hit a few buttons on the console in front of her, "Ele, I'm going to need you to close and re-enter, I can't update direct for some reason, system's having a bit of a hissy fit." "Understood, closing the database for update." she said. =/\=Holy Mary mother of God; Dennison do you see this?! =/\= "Hawk, this is control. Sit-rep, over." Dale returned her attention to the science station. "Dear God what is that? Ele, I've got all scanners pointed in that direction, should have something in a minute." (Reply Ele iyw) Dale shrugged "I'm on it." "Astrometrics this is Bracken, we've got something really strange, seemingly headed this way, all hands to assist please." (reply any) (Posted by Mark) (F.P.V. Star Hawk – Control Room –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1241) =^= Hawk, this is control. Sit-rep, over. =^= “This is Star Hawk to control; seek clarification on your last transmission, over.” (Reply any) ~Oh! I’m glad I double checked~ “That is a good copy control; will comply shortly. Be advised; I’m having a couple of technical problems with my engines that I have to fix in order to get back. Let the skipper know I’ll still be back by dinner; out.” As Temerarious ended his transmission to the Dennison, he flipped a switch on his communications console looked at the man sitting on the other side of the video communiqué. Turning the Star Hawk toward the Dennison, Chance couldn’t believe the gall of SFI. They might as well take him out of operations and make him an operative but he liked being on ships to much. “I’m not doing clandestine missions for you anymore remember.” Chance said to the pompous looking SFI lieutenant on the other side. “We just need you to pick up a “special” and deliver to the Dennison. We know where she is and we know what you and your little ship are capable of and you’ll do it.” Chance knew that a “special” meant a passenger and not cargo. He wanted to try and make a career in Starfleet work; but on the other hand, he did miss his old life and habits. ~Maybe I’ll run into Charlie~ he thought to himself. “I’ll tell you what,” Temerarious started saying “if you can sell Captain Davis and Commander West on the idea of me playing taxi, I’ll go.” Then with a lecherous look in his eyes, Chance grinned “and, don’t forget about my usual fee of course.” As the man on the other side of the video pick-up looked angry and frustrated at the privateer; Chance just smiled at him “Maybe I’ll be hearing from you.” Snapping his fingers once saying, “Just think; Intel wanted me in Starfleet so I could be more readily available for their use and at cheaper rates.” Then he cut the transmission. (USS Dennison - Bridge - ACONN Ens.sg Ele Night – 1242) =/\=This is Star Hawk to control; seek clarification on your last transmission, over.=/\= "Sit rep, Hawk, Situation report." Night said in her calm, detached flight ops voice. She may have missed out of flying today, but being flight control made up for some of it. "Radio Check, over." (reply Chance) "Dear God what is that? Ele, I've got all scanners pointed in that direction, should have something in a minute." Dee said from the Science station. "Hawk, this is control. We have unidentified contact, 300 clicks from your starboard beam. New orders, Heading 128 mark 78. Half impulse, standard breadcrumbing; see if he bites the trail." “That is a good copy control; will comply shortly. Be advised; I’m having a couple of technical problems with my engines that I have to fix in order to get back. Let the skipper know I’ll still be back by dinner; out.” Ele rolled her eyes at that last. Still, she had some... pointers for the privateer that was playing OPSman, and most of them were related to radio chatter, with a single instance of the dogfight that she considered incredibly lucky. Chance had come up against a rookie pilot on his tail - flying straight and level for that time was a suicidal move for any fighter pilot, and only Divay's ruthless tactic had really spared the privateer's blushes. "Computer, compile Star Hawk telemetry into astrometric data, save under flightops for debrief. Continue telemetry." [...Compile complete...] (reply any) (posted by GC) (F.P.V. Star Hawk – Control Room –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1245) “Holy Mary mother of God;” Chance accidentally said into his audio pick-up of his headset. “Dennison do you see this?!” (Reply Night) (Reply Night) (Posted by Charlie Raschen) (Star Hawk – Control Room –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1245) =^=Sit rep, Hawk, Situation report. Radio Check, over. =^= “Just had a commo glitch; I read you Lima- Charlie now.” Chance said, noting Night’s tone of voice. It sounded like it had that air of annoyed distaste at having to deal with anyone of his “trade”. It was the same tone he had heard for years. Chance smiled to himself thinking ~they don’t like me, but love me when they don’t want to ruin their manicures doing something that could be considered morally questionable. ~ =^=Hawk, this is control. We have unidentified contact, 300 clicks from your starboard beam. New orders, Heading 128 mark 78. Go to half impulse; standard bread crumbing; see if he bites the trail. =^= “That is a good copy control; will comply shortly. Be advised; I’m having a couple of technical problems with my engines that I have to fix in order to get back. Let the skipper know I’ll still be back by dinner; out.” ~Bread crumbing! ~ Chance thought in disgust. Thinking back, the last time he had seen some Jack@#$ fighter jockey try that he and his group got eaten alive like bread crumbs. They all got turned into space dust. Temerarious had better ideas on how he wanted to die; but he had to try and be a team player. Chance decided that the “Clash of Ideas” was inevitable because the Starfleet “Regulars” weren’t used to the “kill ’em all” styled pirate tactics and he wasn’t used to their “let’s be friends” tactics. After all, he still had to stand before the captain and explain why he disobeyed orders and killed one of the fighters. One thing was for certain, Chance was glad he had good shields on the Hawk; otherwise he would have been destroyed as well when he and the Dennison opened fire on those two fighters on his tail. ~ Thank God for turret mounted pulse phasers. ~ Chance didn’t know which ship scored those two, but he was glad they were gone just the same. (Star Hawk – Control Room –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1315) Temerarious did follow the orders that Night had given him, regardless of how little he liked being told he was the bait. After traveling 275 clicks at half impulse Chance saw out the view port what Night wanted him to find. “That thing ain’t gonna just bite the tail; it could eat me whole and not choke.” He said to himself. “Control, you don’t want me leadin’ this critter back to you!” Chance said as he started maneuvering radically. Hearing a persistent beeping, he looked at on of his monitors and noticed that he had 10 torpedo locks on him. Constantly scanning to get all the information about this latest arrival he could; that ship had to be close to 2 million tons of sheer @#$kicking power and it was focused on him; but the Hawk was only receiving Phaser fire. Chance had an idea; as he runs and dodges fire, he might be able to lead it away from the Dennison and into the ships circling the Dennison. In his attempts to keep from getting killed when “the stuff hit the fan” he got so busy he didn’t even register the voice in his ears. “Control, I hope you got all that you need!?” (Reply Any) (Reply Any) (Posted by Charlie Raschen) (USS Dennison - Bridge - CSO Bracken - 1250 Hours) Dale looked at the screen in front of her. Truly, she was concerned. The scan was reading life forms, though wasn't bringing up any other details on the race or even the exact type of ship. Dale was not one for formality at the quietest times, but now especially, she felt it quit absurd to try and stumble over a poly-syllabled word where one would do - hence it was 'Ash' or 'Ele' that she generally adressed people by. 'Sir' was a good default - took far less time to say than 'Commander' or 'Captain'. Ludicrously, she remembered something her mother had said about a naval battle in the 19th century, a message had to be passed from one ship to all the others - by flag. One young officer had suggested switching a couple of words so as to run the message up faster. Dale figured that this was something similar. "Contact confirm Ele - We've got company. Looks awfully big from what I've got here too. Does the Cap'n and FO know yet?" (Reply Ele) Dle nodded - "All eyes open. Ash you seeing the same thing as me? Any clue as to what she's packing?" (Reply Ash, any) (Posted by Mark) (USS Dennison - Bridge - ACONN Ele Night- 1251 Hours) "Contact confirm Ele - We've got company. Looks awfully big from what I've got here too. Does the Cap'n and FO know yet?" Ele was aware that all the hands on the bridge were looking towards her. The FO was preoccupied - he seemed to have been in psych tank for forever - and Ele hadn't seen him since he had taken his leave from the bridge. "Keep your eyes open, Dee; repeat scans..." Ele said in reply. Dle nodded - "All eyes open. Ash you seeing the same thing as me? Any clue as to what she's packing?" Ele nodded as the conversation switched over to tactical, and made a decision. (reply Divay) =/\= Control, I hope you got all that you need!?=/\= "Copy and Confirmed, Hawk. Break break break, Starboard. Go to Evasion patterns." Ele said in response to Chance's urgent commcall. "Remain on task; interference flight." (reply Chance) Ele clicked off the active channel - though the system link remained active - and made the call. "Bridge to Commander Banowsky, return to bridge." (reply Banowsky) "Captain to the bridge." (reply Davis) (posted by GC) (USS Dennison – Bridge - ATAC/SEC – Ensign Ash Divay –1251) Beep Beep Beep sounds were coming off Ash's Console ,Lookin down Ash noticed a blip on his tactical map. It was big and was closing in fast. "All eyes open. Ash you seeing the same thing as me? Any clue as to what she's packing?" Came the voice of Dale Bracken Ash was frustrated the tactical systems could not identify the Type ,Class or any tactical system on that ship. "Nothing cant tell,there something interfering with our scans, Maybe we should get closer ?" Ash responded (Reply Bracken,Any) (Posted Ash Divay) Star Hawk – Control Room –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1253) “Control, I hope you got all that you need!?” Chance shouted into his headset as he registered 15 torpedo and phaser locks from the giant starship as it fired a deluge of phaser fire at the Star Hawk. =^=Copy and Confirmed, Hawk. Break, break; break Starboard. Go to Evasion patterns. Remain on task; interference flight. =^= As Chance heard Night’s command he obeyed without question or discussion. As he turned his ship to starboard; Temerarious was greeted with the impact of a torpedo scoring a direct hit; fortunately his shields held, but not for too many more hits like that. As he continued to put his ship through evasive maneuvers, some so tight one would think it impossible; he kept getting hit by phasers with the odd torpedo thrown in for good measure. BOOM!!! “Dennison, this guy is on me like white on rice!” BANG!!! “Do Not; Repeat, Do Not Engage!” BOOM!!! Temerarious yelled over the comm channel. BANG!!! “Trying to lead ’em away from your location so don’t follow.” BOOM!!! (Reply Any) Chance didn’t dare risk going to warp; so going as fast as he could and trying to dodge every shot he could as well as having his two turrets firing pulse phasers astern at the huge ship. At least its size and the Star Hawk proximity to it did make the large ship an easy target, but it was definitely more than Chance could handle. Like a beacon of hope he saw one of the mid sized Op-For ships; but it didn’t have time to bring its shields up to full. As the large ship started blasting it apart Chance decided this was his time. As the smaller of Chance’s two opponents started breaking apart he started heading into the debris and explosions making sure to take a couple more hits knowing he had to hide in order to escape. ~In death there is life~ He thought. BOOM!!! “Dennison, I’ve done all tha……” BOOM!!! Dead signal. With the impact of the last two torpedo hits, the Hawk’s shields collapsed. Before the fireball cleared, Chance shut every system down and drifted with the shock waves of the exploding capital ship. (Star Hawk – Control Room –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1305) Chance had an opportunity to calm down once the strange ship stopped firing. Looking at his reflection in the porthole he finally started to realize how badly he had been hurt. Unfortunately, he had to suffer with his injuries for a while in order to “play possum” better. Its always been possible for a poor soul to be trapped in a broken off piece of hulk from an exploding ship, but if Temerarious so much as turned on a tri-coder the gig was up and he would be dead for real. Now that Chance had time to think with out being shot at, he realized that he wasn’t sure if the that tiny voice that kept barking orders at him was Control on the Dennison, or his own thoughts. What he did know was that other than playing dead; he tried to do his best to follow instructions, but it didn’t matter because things always look different when you’re not the one in the thick of things. (Reply any) (Posted by Charlie Raschen) USS Dennison - Bridge - CSO Bracken - 1300 hours) Dale had been buried in the scans for a while now, desperate to find something, anything, to do with the ship that was still approaching them despite their best efforts. ~Has to be something, somewhere~ A flicker of something flashed very briefly across the screen. Something that was familiar, a peak of detection that she had recently become very familiar with, one that had absolutely no right to be there at all. "computer replay last 20 seconds of scans , concentrate on area surrounding unknown ship." the computer beeped , and the screen flickered again, replaying that same peak. "computer hold, step back to last peak." Once more that peak appeared, this time holding on screen, now she was certain, and worried. "Ele, we've got trouble, Captain needs to see this now. Incoming ship shows a Neutron Radiation trace" (Reply Ele iyw) "Bracken to Davis, something you have to see on scans sir. We've got problems." (Reply Davis) (Posted by Mark) (USS Dennison - Bridge - ACONN Ens.sg Ele Night – 1301) "All eyes open. Ash you seeing the same thing as me? Any clue as to what she's packing?" Came the voice of Dale Bracken "Nothing cant tell,there something interfering with our scans, Maybe we should get closer ?" Ash responded, frustration creeping into his voice. Ele made another snap decision, if this kept up she'd be XO by next week, and doomed to run night shifts for the rest of her career. "No. We stay on operation; The Hawk needs us to remain in place, at least til the Captain gets back... where is she?" Ele replied. "Captain to the br...." [...Alert... telemetry link Severed... Alert...] Ele went into flightops mode once more. "Dee, sending you the last seconds of the telemetry link, need your input. Ash, same for you, give me anything on the tactical side." =/\= Den....pfffffftttttssaasasssh tha……=/\= "Bridge to the Captain. The Hawk is in trouble. Advice?" (reply Davis) "Yes ma'am." (reply Davis, Divay, Dee, any) (posted by GC) ----- (USS Dennison - Bridge - CSO Bracken - 1303) "Dee, sending you the last seconds of the telemetry link, need your input. Ash, same for you, give me anything on the tactical side." Dale nodded her understanding, and hit a few buttons on the screen to bring up the telemetry data, and then cross referenced it with the scans that she was still receiving. "Got it Ele," Dale paused "Confirm lifesigns at the last known location of the Hawk." She looked again at the screen, then realised that Ele had not acknowledged her statement regarding the Neutron Radiation detection. "Repeat previous Ele, Incoming contact has shown traces of Neutron Radiation, suspected to have knocked out the telescope. I've contacted the Captain." (Reply Ele) (posted by Mark) (USS Dennison-Corridor-CO Madison Davis-13:05) Needing to speak to her Commander about the dilemma she faced with the separate sets of orders, she was on her way to find him, when a call came through to her from Bracken. "Bracken to Davis, something you have to see on scans sir. We've got problems." “Elaborate,” she replied. ~What now?~ <> She listened as Bracken spoke, all the while headed for the nearest turbolift. From what she was describing it sounded as if the ship they had been looking for in the beginning was coming back, for whatever reason, and that they were responsible for the telescope’s communication arrays being knocked out. “Hold position until I get there, gather information on the vessel and put shields to maximum. If they’re capable of knocking out the telescope who knows what the radiation could do to us,” she surmised. <> Finally making it to the turbolift, she stepped inside, and got yet another communication from the bridge, this time Night. "Bridge to the Captain. The Hawk is in trouble. Advice?" ~Two things going wrong at once….this can’t be a coinsidence. Maybe Starfleet’s just testing me,~ she thought, although she knew it wasn’t true. “I’m on my way to the bridge now. How far away is the Hawk from us and the other ship approaching?” <> “In your estimations can we meet the Hawk and tractor them in before the other ship closes in on our position?” <> “Do it, we need to get Temerarious out of there,” she ordered. The turbolift kept going and going and was almost to her stop. One thing she always hated about them was how long it seemed to take when something was going wrong. It was faster than any other route on the ship of coarse, but in her mind things always went slower and not quick enough when emergencies happened. Tapping her fingers on the back of the padd, she waited until the turbolift finally came to a halt and she arrived on the bridge. (USS Dennison-Bridge-CO Madison Davis-13:11) “Status?” She asked upon entering the bridge. It had only been a few minutes, but a lot could change in that amount of time. <> “Time to intercept?” she asked, referring to the Hawk. <> Walking over towards Bracken’s station, she asked, “Any information on this ship besides the radiation?” <> Furrowing her brow, she said, “Well hopefully the link won’t be down for long. The radiation is probably effecting our sensors,” she said, though mostly to herself. Madison knew that Bracken already knew that too, she just liked thinking aloud sometimes. “Mr. Divay, what can you give me for a weapons workup on that ship, anything?” (Reply: Night, Bracken, Divay, any) (Posted by: Stacey) USS Dennison-Bridge- ACONN Night-13:06) Got it Ele," Dale paused "Confirm lifesigns at the last known location of the Hawk. Repeat previous Ele, Incoming contact has shown traces of Neutron Radiation, suspected to have knocked out the telescope. I've contacted the Captain." ~So have I, Dee, many times... where are the brass?~ "Keep an eye on it, Dee." (reply Dee iyw, reply Ash) =/\=Hold position until I get there, gather information on the vessel and put shields to maximum. If they’re capable of knocking out the telescope who knows what the radiation could do to us =/\= "Bridge to the Captain. The Hawk is in trouble. Advice?" =/\=I’m on my way to the bridge now. How far away is the Hawk from us and the other ship approaching?=/\= "We're about 30 minutes as the crow flies, sir." =/\=In your estimations can we meet the Hawk and tractor them in before the other ship closes in on our position?=/\= "I would think it'd be a tough call on who would get back to the telecscope first, Captain. But we have confirmed lifesigns from the Hawk. I would suggest sending a shuttle to pick up Temararious - its small warp profile shouldn't raise any eyebrows, and the Telescope would have full cover." =/\=Do it, we need to get Temerarious out of there, =/\= "Understood, sir. Bridge out." Ele looked around, and made the call. "Dee, you heard the Captain, continue rescanning. Mr Divay, wheres the tactical workup I asked for? CONN, remain on task, I don't want the standard orbit profile changed til its needed. Miss Bracken, You have the bridge, the Captain is on the way." As Ele stepped past the CSO and into the turbolift, she simply said "Don't worry, Dee, you'll do better than I did on my first moment in the chair. Shuttlebay 1." (USS Dennison - Shuttle 1 - ACONN Ele Night - 1310) The preflight had been rapidly induced, and the shuttle had been dispatched without any problems. The huge blip on the sensors was evident on the shuttle's rudimentary rig, but Ele had switched to passive sensors and shield profiles as soon as she had cleared the Dennison's shields. A low-profile approach, using the wreckage to hide her approach as long as possible, was the order of the day. Tapping in a course correction, Ele initiated the full impulse acceleration. (Hawk wreckage - Shuttle 1 - ACONN Ele Night - 1339) Ele grimly smiled at the appearance of the emblem on the screen about 25 mins ago, but was secretly livid at the idiotic bravado of such a manuever - it would light the area up like a christmas tree, and to what end? Chance knew that she was looking ath the live telemetry, and he knew that the Dennison knew exactly where he was, lack of Hawk or not. Swiftly scanning the site, she located the one and only lifesign, and beamed it on board. (reply Chance) "Well, lets see if I can be the first pilot to make it back in one piece today, then, shall we?" (reply Chance) "The first aid kits in the back of the chair." (reply Chance) "Just sit back and relax, I'll get you home." (reply any) (posted by GC) (USS Dennison - Bridge - CSO Bracken - 13:07) "Keep an eye on it, Dee." Came Night's answer, Dale was about to reply, but stopped as the voice of the Captain came over the comm link. She nodded to Ele to acknowledge the order. =/\= Elaborate =/\= Came Davis' reply. "We've been tracking a large ship closing in on us, unknown configuration and origin, for a while, looks like she's packing quite a punch sir, though we've nothing specific yet, from the previous telemetry data looks like the hawk was locked on by numerous torpedoes. A moment ago, we picked up a trace that could only have come from an NR surge, came direct from the ship sir, she's.carrying something." =/\= Hold position until I get there, gather information on the vessel and put shields to maximum. If they're capable of knocking out the telescope who knows what the radiation could do to us. =/\= "Acknowledged, Bracken out." Dale turned to the Bridge, though Ele was currently in the main seat, Dale realised, perhaps for the first time that she was the second ranking officer currently on deck, that being the case, she didn't feel like she was treading on Ele's toes when she gave the next order. "CONN, Hold current position, Ash, all shields set to maximum, NOW." (USS Dennison - Bridge - CSO Bracken - 13:12) "Any information on this ship besides the radiation?" The question was the first indication that the Captain had come to her position, Dale turned to her breifly, before returning her gaze to the screen as she made the report. "Not much I'm afraid sir, estimated size, looks big, pretty standard hull materials, numerous lifesigns though we have no specifics yet. Telemetry link is down." "Well hopefully the link won't be down for long. The radiation is probably effecting our sensors." Dale nodded, she had considered that posibility. The Captain's attention had passed on to Ash, who had the unenviable task of trying to supply some kind of tactical data on a ship that they knew little about. Dale's attention turned back to the screen, but also to the incipient problem of what to do about the radiation. "Bracken to duty science team, give me everything that we know about Neutron Radiation, I'm going to need subatomic data, chemical resistance analysis the lot, try and find out if there's anything that we can do to shield from it. You have no time at all - repeat - you have no time. Bracken out" Dale really didn't like giving orders like that, especially over the comm, but she felt it was a sign of her changing as an officer, becoming one in charge rather than someone's Assistant. Grimly, she returned all attention back to the mystery ship. (Reply any) (Posted by Mark) (Star Hawk- Engine Compartment- Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious-1311) Thankful the problem with the damaged systems turned out to be something relatively simple to fix; it just required a little re-routing of power and make adjustments to the generator to compensate. Chance started heading for the cockpit once he brought the generator up to optimum output. Once he entered the cockpit and checked his instruments and sensors, Chance saw something that worried him. Watching the Dennison start moving scared him because the “Goliath” hadn’t bothered with it and God knew what would happen if Dennison was viewed as a threat; and playing dead was the only way Chance was able to escape the fury of its weapons. Chance hated to do it but he brought his engines to full impulse power and started toward the “Goliath” thinking ~I’m a scoundrel so better me than them~. Temerarious wanted to let the folks on the Dennison know that he was still alive, but he also liked to make a memorable entrance on occasion so he sent a 2 second long still of his privateer flag. It was a human skull with eagles’ wings coming out of the sides, the Federation (not Starfleet) emblem covering the left eye, a fire inside the right eye, and placed on an olive drab background. Then Chance started sending telemetry again as he guided the Star Hawk toward the “Goliath”. He didn’t want to engage it, just scan it some more to get all he could before he went back to the Dennison landing bay, he hoped anyway. “Star Hawk to Dennison; that monsters got serious teeth; I recommend you do not engage it. I repeat do not engage; over.” (Reply any) (Reply any) (Posted by Charlie) (USS Dennison-Bridge-CO Madison Davis-13:13) “Not much I’m afraid sir, estimated size, looks big, pretty standard hull materials, numerous lifesigns though we have no specifics yet. Telemetry link is down.” The answer made Madison frown. She knew the Dennison was in no shape to keep taking on these abhorent attacks that seemed to be coming from nowhere. Looking at Divay, she still waited on the tactical analysis, which she expected there wasn’t much of one because of the radiation. <> “Well…I guess we’ll just have to be patient for awhile then won’t we?” She said, rhetorically, taking her seat. Thumbing a few controls at the console beside her, she was unable to get any information either. “Commander Banowsky, report to the bridge,” Madison then said through the comm system. “I need you at conn.” If Night was taking the shuttle, she knew she would need a good experienced conn officer, which would be Banowsky since that was his last posting on the Spectre. <> Now all she could do was sit and wait as patiently as she could for a few more minutes before they got telemetry, the ship engaged on their position, or Night reached Temerarious’ shuttle. (USS Dennison-Bridge-CO Madison Davis-13:32) Almost 20 minutes had gone by, and with each minute that passed she felt more and more nervous. Checking in with Bracken again, she asked, “Anything yet?” <> Sighing, she decided to then check in with the shuttle Night took to retreive Temerarious. Hopefully she would be able to get through with the radiatino levels increasing as the ship approached on their position. “Dennison to Shuttle 1, do you read?” (Reply: Bracken, Divay, Banowsky, Shuttle 1, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (Star Hawk – Cockpit –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious –1320) Temerarious had blacked out while waiting for the large starship to move on. He wanted to let the Dennison know that he was still alive, but decided against it. The simple reason why, was that his ship was so beat-up that he was afraid of another confrontation until he got his shields fixed at least. Unfortunately, Chance also needed to repair his dorsal phaser turret, long range communications array, and double check his other systems. After giving his situation a second thought, Chance looked out the cockpit porthole and could still see the Goliath sized ship as a speck in the distance and decided to engage emergency lighting. After waiting another couple of minutes and not seeing any sign of the “Goliath” move, Chance decided to reduce his ship’s artificial gravity to half of Earth norm in order to make lifting that much easier and was still able to work. Getting up out of the pilots chair to go over to the co-pilots side of the cockpit to reduce the gravity, Chance fell like a sack of potatoes as he went to stand up straight. As he pulled himself up using the back of the co-pilots seat, and reaching for the gravity control knob, He noticed that he felt better as he reduced the gravity on his ship. Finding a tri-coder was next on his list of things to do. Rummaging through a storage compartment in the cockpit, he found one. Looking once more out at the ship that he started to refer to as the “Goliath”; Chance turned on the tri-coder, and took a medical scan of his self. Looking at the results, Chance was thankful that his injuries weren’t worse than they were. His injuries read like a small shopping list; ruptured blood vessel in his left eye, light concussion, sprained neck muscle, and his left knee was sprained. Hobbling toward the back of the ship, Chance stopped in the cargo area for the emergency med-kit. Glad he took that medic assist course at Hardy-Knox, he was able to do something for his neck and knee, but his eye and concussion he needed the Doc for. (Reply none) (Posted by Charlie) (Star Hawk –Debris field – Ops Chance Temerarious - 1339) Temerarious had apparently gotten to close again to the “Goliath” that it scored three good hits with disruptors. The first two took out his shields and the third disabled the Star Hawk completely, knocking out every system including life support. As he closed his eyes and reserved himself to meet his maker, Chance started to feel the effect of a transporter beam. When his eyes opened he was onboard one of the standard Starfleet shuttles he saw on the Dennison. What gave the shuttles origin away was the fact he recognized the pilot. “Ele, take me back and please don’t forget the ‘Hawk.” Chance said as he closed his eyes and rested his body on the deck. "Well, let’s see if I can be the first pilot to make it back in one piece today, then, shall we?" “I wish you better luck than West and I apparently had then.” "The first aid kits in the back of the chair." “Thanks” he said as he got up off the deck with a groan. Grabbing the kit, Chance sat down in the co-pilots chair. Looking over the console he was glad to see the ‘Hawk in tow. At least now he had something to do in his spare time to keep him from that damned holodeck filled with Banowsky’s vampires. "Just sit back and relax, I'll get you home." “Please understand Ele, the Star Hawk has been my home for over a decade. Even at the Academy, I didn’t even get billeting at the dorm because they authorized me a landing pad for the ‘Hawk, so she was my billet. She has been my one constant companion for every good & clean, dark & bloody ordeal I’ve been through for all these years.” Temerarious explained as he used the first aid kit to patch himself up as much as possible on the way back to the Dennison. (Reply Night) (Reply Night) (Posted by Charlie) (Shuttlecraft 1 - For'rad - ACONN Night-13:41) =/\=Dennison to Shuttle 1, do you read?=/\= Night was taken aback by the crystal clear communications - something that was surprising in all honesty given the communication problems of the last few days, and she turned from her conversation with Chance to answer. "Dennison, this is Shuttle 1. We read you. Rendezvous successful. Request orders, attempt to salvage the Hawk and return to base, or wait for back up before retrieving it?" (reply Davis) "RTB eta is 30, three-zero, minutes, raised to 45 if we're towing..." (reply Davis, Chance) (posted by GC) (Shuttlecraft 1 - For'rad - Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious-13:42) "RTB eta is 30, three-zero, minutes, raised to 45 if we're towing..." As Chance listened to Night talking to the Dennison, he turned to face her and raised an eyebrow and glared at her. "IF we're towing?!" Then Shaking his head "No, No, No; I didn't leave the Topaz behind when I brought West back." he stated as he reached up and engaged the tractor beam to tow the Star Hawk. (Reply Night) Realizing that the skipper was listening to all this, he figured ~I'm already digging myself a hole here, might as well lay in it~ "If you're not gonna tow her in then sit back and I'll do it; you just make sure my name is spelled right on the UCMJ paperwork." (reply Night, Davis) (posted by Charlie) (USS Dennison-Bridge-CO Madison Davis-13:44) Attempting to make contact with the shuttle she had sent to retrieve Temerarious, she waited to see how the communication would come back, if they were even able to hear her at all. "Dennison, this is Shuttle 1. We read you. Rendezvous successful. Request orders, attempt to salvage the Hawk and return to base, or wait for back up before retrieving it?" “What’s your ETA?” She asked. "RTB eta is 30, three-zero, minutes, raised to 45 if we're towing..." With only 15 minutes in between times, Madison paused a moment before responding. 15 minutes wasn’t that much time, but it could make all the difference in the world depending upon the situation they may/may not be about to engauge in. Wrinkling her forehead, she cocked her head to the side and said, “Go ahead and tow it in. We’ll be dealing with the other ship.” <> Madison suspected she would have a lot of questions to ask of Temerarious once he got back to the ship. ~I thought I told him to be back in one piece.~ Turning towards Banowsky who was now at the conn, she asked, “What’s the ETA of that ship?” <> “Let’s try to wedge ourselves in a bit between the shuttles and that ship to give them some extra protection.” > “Ensign Bracken, as soon as that ship gets into range open a channel. This area seems to be very popular lately…” she mused, mostly to herself. <> Monitoring the situation with the panel next to her chair, she tapped in a few codes that hopefully would help them get a better feed on the sensors that were currently blocked. ~This can’t go on for much longer.~ (Reply: Banowsky, Night, Bracken, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (F.P.V. Star Hawk – Control Room –Ops ENS (JG) Chance Temerarious – 1530) “Dennison, this is Star Hawk; request permission to land, over.” (Reply any) (Public Interstellar Carrier - Callsign Apate - time 17:05 hours) Apate turned slowly, her guard had slipped slightly, but was well and truly up now, and all her training was ready to kick in. The man who had spoken to her was nothing to behold, like many on these type of carriers. He was slightly shorter than her 6'2'' but had a similar frame. His hair hung, lank and greasy, but she suspected that was as much a disguise as the persona that she wore at the moment. The fact that he knew her rank rang real alarm bells. "At ease third Lieutenant, that's an order. You remember those Apate?" He had used her codename, the alarm bells truly were ringing now. If he knew that then he knew exactly who she really was, and more. Reluctantly she relaxed, and picked up her drink again. "So.Sir." She paused, and taking a drink, she continued "You got a name?" He laughed "Not one that even you have clearance to here Apate. You can call me.Hermes" Apate snorted in disgust. "The messenger? You're pathetic, take long to think of that?" "Have a care Apate, you have no idea who I am, or why I've been watching you for six months." She felt her face blanch "you lie, six months, I'd know. I'd have seen you." "Perhaps, perhaps not, either way. I've found you now, and carry orders from Fleet Intel" He motioned to a secluded table, picking up a glass on the way. Apate joined him and sat down. Still on her guard, but now mostly relaxed. He knew to much to be lying about who he was and where he was from. Also, his presence meant that there would most likely be more agents on board as back up. Quietly he began speaking again. "SFI has been watching you Apate, not with concern, more.with thought." His delivery was pleasant and quiet, but she would not be fooled by that, this was no social call. "I'm honored actually, to be here. You're a legend in our circles. Service in the elite corps, and then how many, 18 Years deep undercover as counter intel? Not many know the name, but quite a few know the deeds you're held in the highest regard by all in our service Apate, you're to be congratulated." Apate tensed, the praise was nice, but she knew enough to expect what came next. "which makes this all the more difficult. You're being retired Apate, at least from counter-intel. You now face a choice. I'm authorised to offer you the placement of your choice at the academy." Apate was truly devastated, and deeply angry. ~After all these years service they offer that?~ Her reply was terse. "Teaching snot-nosed pukes to do the job that they can never hope to do as well as I can in my sleep? Don't be absurd, I'd rather become a pre-school tutor." Hermes laughed, a humourless chuckle, then slid a PADD across the table which Apate pocketed quickly. "We thought you might say that, which is why your new orders are contained in that PADD, - final details are as yet undecided. Congratulations Apate, you are no longer working for Fleet Intel and can be returned to the Marine Corps. I'm advised that you are to keep the rank of 3L, as is customary." He leant back in the chair. "You're orders are to take command of a small, elite unit on board the USS Dennison." He caught her glance, "It's a new indefatigable class ship - you'll like her. We've no idea as yet how, or when your due to be transferred, so assume you're here for the duration at the moment. When I find out, you'll know immediately." He smiled gently "Truly, thank you for your service, no other could have done what you did." Apate nodded, but narrowed her eyes as she caught a glimpse of something in his eyes. "There's more" She said simply. Hermes laughed again, with true humour this time. "Oh there's lot's of 'more' Apate, there always is. It isn't time for you to know yet though. I will say this though, you have a real job ahead of you. I'm really not certain if you're strong enough for it, I really don't. I'll be back as soon as I know any more. Congratulations again Lieutenant." Apate looked at the retreating figure as he left the bar. She retrieved the Padd from her pocket, and began to read. (Reply none) (posted by Mark) (USS Dennison - Quarters - CMO Dr Nymes, 1915) [... The time is 1915 hours...] Nymes woke up with a distinct feeling of refreshment. Despite how short a time he had been asleep, he definitely felt ready to perform the surgery, and the small adrenaline buzz had started to kick in a little early; probably due to the fact he was ready to operate a day earlier than the books would tell him to do so. Nymes wasn't 100% convinced that it was the best option, either. At the back of his mind he was wondering whether he would give the same treatment to a junior colleague, or whether he would wait. At the moment, that didn't enter his conciousness, as he performed his daily rituals and prepared for duty. (USS Dennison - Sickbay Theatre One - CMO Nymes - 1955) "Okay, Mr West. We are ready to get going with the surgery. I'm going to have to sedate you for about half an hour, maybe a little longer, and then you'll be up and about after a few days physio." Nymes said with a smile, and depressed the hypospray into his neck. "And if you could count down from 10 for me...?" Satisfied by the anasthesia, Nymes continued monitoring the vital signs and finishing the pre-op paperwork. "Computer, Continue Case notes, West, Trevan, Commander. Operation to stabilise the traumatic injury to the hip is to proceed. Positive response to anaesthetic. Pause entry." Nymes continued. "Computer activate EMH." "Please state the nature of the medical emergency, Doctor." Nymes smiled. The recent EMH's advances has led to officer recognition, and the pandering to the higher ranks was quite frankly, hilarious. "Good Evening, EMH. I have to perform an emergency surgery. You are the on-call doctor for the duration. Understood?" "Yes sir. Please deactivate until needed, as per regulation..." Nymes rolled his eyes. If all medstudents could be like this... "Computer, transfer EMH to Sickbay, Ward Two. Get to work, EMH." Nymes smiled. Scrubbing up, he activated a voice channel to the Captain. "Doctor Nymes to the Captain. I am ready to proceed. The EMH is on duty for the duration, as per standard regulations." (reply Davis iyw) "All I ask is that the ship isn't blown up half way through this thing, captain." he said, jovially. (USS Dennison - Sickbay CMO's Office - Dr Nymes - 2134) ~Well that was more difficult than it should have been.~ Nymes was pensieve after the surgery, it had gone well, and as far as the surgery could go, it was successful, but it wasn't a textbook operation, and the control over the blood pressure and heart rate was a continuous battle. Nymes' nagging doubts over the surgery so soon after a neurological treatment were coming to the fore, despite the good outcome. Was he pressurised into performing the surgery at an unsafe point? Was it too late to make a difference now? Finishing the operation notes, all he could think about was how best to proceed, and it was to keep a closer eye on the patient, all the potential problems were increased 100-fold with sequential visits to the theatre, and any further, salvage, operations would have a poor outcome. "Computer, reduce propofol dose to zero over 3 minutes, increase O2 content of inspired gas to 100%." [...Completed...] Nymes waited for the outcome. within 5 minutes the Commander would be concious - albeit groggy - and no doubt demanding to be allowed back to active duty. (reply West, any) (posted by GC) (USS Dennison-Engineering- Lt Haley Darsons-2100) The day had been long and stressful. Reading file after file on phase cloak design and then going over the Dennison's database looking at all design changes to her since she left space dock left Haley feeling lightheaded and extremely irritated. It was a good thing Commander Banowsky had been around to help her around for the first few hours otherwise she probably would have ejected the warp core just to ease her stress levels. Now it was twenty-one hundred hours and her shift was technically over about three hours ago but she still sat at a console going over more data files. Tapping a few controls she brought up the specs for the replicator and transporter systems, making sure everything was ship-shape. More controls were pressed and then the monitor went blank as a crewman was walking behind her. Rubbing her eyes she got out of the chair, "Ugh, I've had enough of this for one day I think. Crewman, I am retiring to my quarters if anyone needs me." (Reply None) (Posted By Kerry Fletcher (USS Dennison, Sickbay Recovery Room, Commander Trevan West, 2140) The room around him slowly came into focus, the sounds and smell of Sickbay filled his senses. To his left, he could see Dr. Nymes working away at a PADD next to his bed. Trevan made a move to lift himself up a little, thankfully, this time there was no restraining field. A moment later the cobwebs in his brain started to lift, "Doctor," he said eagerly, "I assume since I am sitting here, everything went well?" (reply Nymes) "Well, that's to be expected but there is no way I am seeing a counselor." (reply Nymes) "Orders are orders I guess, but am I at least fit for duty or am I confined here for eternity?" he asked. Watching the Doctor think for a moment, Trevan actually thought he may be considering keeping him for that long. (Reply Nymes) (Posted by Kerry Fletcher) (USS Dennison - Sickbay Recovery - CMO Dr Nymes, 2141) "Doctor," he said eagerly, "I assume since I am sitting here, everything went well?" ~And here we go~ Nymes thought. "It was a successful operation, Mr West." he said, purposefully not telling him how close he had come to dying on the table. "The only things keeping you out of work now is your need for physio and time." "Well, that's to be expected but there is no way I am seeing a counselor." "No-one mentioned a counsellor, sir. But having said that, standing orders from the captain mean that we all have to go and see one in the next few days." (reply west) "Orders are orders I guess, but am I at least fit for duty or am I confined here for eternity?" he asked. "The textbooks would say I keep you in for 2 or three days, with a visit to the holodecks for physio a couple of times a day." Nymes replied, falling silent as he battled with his gut feeling and indoctrinated timekeeping. "No need to be pensieve, Commander. I will keep you in for observation overnight, and oversee your first physio session in the holodeck - if they work now - and if i'm pleased by your recovery, then I'll allow you back to quarters and rubber stamp a limited fitness to fly... or at least limited permission to fix the Topaz." (reply West) "Nurse," Nymes said, "I will be reachable on the comlink, if needed. I'd like 4 hourly obs, include motor tone and power." "Yes Doctor." she said. "Right, Mr West, Nurse Watson will look after you overnight. Please remember you've had two major surgeries in the space of a day, sir?" (reply West) (posted by GC) (USS Dennison - Sickbay Recovery - Commander Trevan West, 2143) "No-one mentioned a counselor, sir. But having said that, standing orders from the captain mean that we all have to go and see one in the next few days." Trevan rolled his eyes at the thought of telling his most personal feelings to some stranger or someone he barely knew. "Orders are orders I guess, but am I at least fit for duty or am I confined here for eternity?" he asked. "The textbooks would say I keep you in for 2 or three days, with a visit to the holodecks for physio a couple of times a day." Nymes replied. "No need to be pensive, Commander. I will keep you in for observation overnight, and oversee your first physio session in the holodeck - if they work now - and if I'm pleased by your recovery, then I'll allow you back to quarters and rubber stamp a limited fitness to fly... or at least limited permission to fix the Topaz." 'Great just what I need, more rehab in my career.' he thought. "Nurse," Nymes said, "I will be reachable on the comlink, if needed. I'd like 4 hourly obs, include motor tone and power." "Yes Doctor." she said. "Right, Mr. West, Nurse Watson will look after you overnight. Please remember you've had two major surgeries in the space of a day, sir?" Trevan looked over and saw the nurse standing at the end of the bed just nodding. "You don't have to remind me about the surgery Doc, I remember every one I have ever had," he said laughing. " I'm surprised that Starfleet hasn't run me out of the service, I think I have had more surgeries in a span of five years than most people in a life-time, present company excluded." Then suddenly he remembered the Topaz, "The Topaz is still here?" he asked sounding surprised. "I didn't think she would make it back, I'll have to send a message and complement the Engineers that put her together. Speaking of which, am I allowed visitors?" (Reply Nymes, any) (Posted by Kerry Fletcher) (USS Dennison - Sickbay Recovery - Dr Nymes, 2144) "The Topaz is still here?" "Surprised, sir? Lieutenant Aberole made a good job of making that little bird." "I didn't think she would make it back, I'll have to send a message and complement the Engineers that put her together. Speaking of which, am I allowed visitors?" Nymes thought about it. Realistically West should have been sedated, and Nymes had made concessions already - especially operating so rapidly. There was a distinct probability of complications arising from the procedures in the future. Counterbalancing that, though, was the fact that West was physically sitting up and talking. The trill could see that West seemed anxious to get back into work, commendable in an officer, but commendably stupid in a patient post neurosurgery. "I'll allow you visitors for half an hour maximum, Commander, I really do mean this, you need your rest... but I'll try to stop you going stir crazy in here." he cryptically responded, and turned to the CMO's office. The office's lights brightened from standby as he walked into the room, and Nymes saw the desktop pop up with an incoming transmission. "Computer, recieve messages, authorisation Nymes Delta Four Zero." [...Working... Complete...] More transfer orders. The fifty-second really got its share of new officers. Nymes eyes scanned the list, pausing slightly as he saw a transfer order for [...Ensign JG Dr. Linok, a Male Vulcan aged 34...] ~A vulcan doctor...?~ Nymes thought, his interest piqued. "Computer close messages and log off." The screen winked out, and Nymes took the display from its niche in the desk, and walked it over to the recovery room. "Commander. I am letting you use my display. You may use it to review mission specific data, but you must not over do it. Nurse Watson will remove it in an hour when you must try to get some sleep." (reply West) (posted by GC) (USS Dennison - Sickbay Recovery - Commander Trevan West, 2145) "The Topaz is still here?" "I'll allow you visitors for half an hour maximum, Commander, I really do mean this, you need your rest... but I'll try to stop you going stir crazy in here." he cryptically responded, and turned to the CMO's office. 'Well at least that is something,' he thought to himself as the Doctor walked out of view. Moments later Doctor Nymes returned, this time holding a display unit. "Gifts for me?" he said. "Commander. I am letting you use my display. You may use it to review mission specific data, but you must not over do it. Nurse Watson will remove it in an hour when you must try to get some sleep." Trevan nodded in agreement, he wasn't feeling up to reading everything in one sitting tonight as he was still tired. "You'll get no argument from me on that one Doc, I am pretty sleepy but I appreciate the help." With that the unit was placed on the little medical cart next to his bed, Trevan activated it and just went right to the end of the mission data. Giving it a good once over he realized he would have to go to the beginning and read it all and he really wasn't in the mood to do that so he put the unit on standby and placed his head back on his pillow hoping he would drift off to sleep. (reply any) (Posted by Kerry Fletcher) (USS Dennison - Sickbay Recovery - EO/CPO Sammy Ulston, 2150) "The Topaz is still here?" Sammy's ears picked up the odd jumble of words on the verge of his hearing. He wasn't by nature a nosy man, his only crime was his womanising ways; but the Topaz was his pet project - ever since its acquisition by the good doctor. ~What's happened to good old Topps?~ he wondered. In time, the doctor left the commander to talk to him. "Chief, everything is looking really good. I've half a mind to send you back to quarters to convalesce. And thats what I'm going to do." Nymes said, attaching a bioscanner to the chief's forehead. "Now don't start, this scanner is the most fashionable design we have, it weighs a fraction of the normal one." "But... ok, whats that then doc?" "This biobed, chief," Nymes chuckled. "I want you back here at 0900 tomorrow for a physical, and then we'll see how you get on." "Best news of the day, sir. Is it okay if I swing down to Engineering to pick some stuff up?" "If you must, chief." Nymes returned, and then left the engineer as he walked to the office. The chief sat up, his joints stiff from a day of no use, but as he tried the joints out they gradually got more flexible, and enough so that he could put on his still sooty and damaged uniform. It didn't look like his commbadge would ever be clean again, a melted streak across the face of it separated the emblem into two. Decidind his next action, Sammy decided to see his neighbour in the Sickbay. "Good evening sir. Have to say you're in good hands here, and I should know," he opened, smiling as he talked to the second highest ranked officer on the ship, confident that his many years of below decks experience would match West's experience above them, and give them a common ground to start a conversation, "How are you feeling?" (reply West) (posted by GC)