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Subject: Spectre Compile May1-8 (pt 1)
Spectre Compile May 1-8 


Mission: Unknown Country, Day 1 
Stardate: 2406.05.10 
(Unknown location in time and space, home universe -- shortly after timekick) 
(Orchards of Cambridge Ranch- Maxwell Cambridge - 09.00) 
(Earth: Aberdeen, Scotland; Orde home -- George Orde -- 2301) 
(Earth, Oahu Hawaii, Kahila Lono, 22:10) 
(Earth, Starfleet Academy, Commandant's Office, Remae Ktell - 22.10) 
(Earth: Oahu, Hawaii - Pierce Horatio Orde - 2212) 
(Earth, Starfleet Academy, Commandant's Office, SFI Agent Soval - 22.14) 
(USS Lion-B,Bridge- ACEO Peabody - 23.00) 
(Romulan Warbird Shetar, Commander's Office, Commander Selera - 23.35) 
Earth, Starfleet Academy, Commandant's Office, SFI Agent Soval - 23.504) 
(Earth, Starfleet Academy, Commandant's Office, Remae Ktell - 23.50) 
(USS Lion- Bridge- ACEO Peabody- 2301) 
(Romulan Warbird Shetar, Commander Selera - 23.53.) 
Mission: Unknown Country, Day 2 
Stardate 2406.05.11 
(USS Apollo, Bridge, CO (Spectre), Captain Remae Ktell - 0010) 
(USS Galadriel: Captain's Ready Room - Captain Pierce Orde - 0103) 
(Oahu, Hawaii, Kahila Lono, 1:10) 
(USS Apollo: Transporter Room - Lt. Pierce Orde - 0117) 
(Earth: Oahu, Hawaii - Johnathan Maxwell - 0700) 

Mission: Unknown Country, Day 1 
Stardate: 2406.05.10 
(Unknown location in time and space, home universe -- shortly after timekick) 
Krag looked "up" at his superior. "Premier, our plans have succeeded. The carbon-ship is no more." 
His superior, Premier Ryske, considered this. "What did you do?" 
"Melded their beings with another timestream in the multiverse." 
"Then we, in this reality, secure?" 
"Correct -- none shall know of us." 
"Excellent... keep it that way. By any means necessary." 
"Premier..." 
"Yes?" 
"If the carbon-ship should discover their predicament..." 
"They have no means of transversing the multiverse. We are secure." 
Krag considered this. "Should they find a means to return, I shall handle them personally." 
The Premier 'nodded'. "Be wary, Krag. This gift from the Gods -- the device to shunt something over to another reality in the multiverse -- is not to be used lightly. God-Kalahari (sp?) wanted these ones removed from this timeline... they have caused the God-people trouble before. That they authorized our use of the Holy Shunter is fortunate, for it allows us to capitalize on the divisions of the carbons. We are still weak, compared with their carbon-ships -- move stealthily." 
Krag nodded twice and left the Premier's chamber. 
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(Posted by Lenox) 

(Orchards of Cambridge Ranch- Maxwell Cambridge - 09.00) 

The orchards had quieted during the early morning hours, and it had been 
a welcome relief. The man that hunkered over the bench in the dawn 
light wore glasses, his refusal to accept the orders and requests of 
those around him to get his eyes addressed. He had been a doctor at one 
time and a damned good one. Now, he was quietly living his life in the 
quiet of Montana. He hadn't completely left the medical field. There 
was a small community clinic he headed just inside the small city of 
Roundup, serving those that called the city home. 

He had been called back to duty before, and had obliged. It was his 
duty, his promise and his responsibility. That was how he operated. 
Now, as he slowly traced the lines on the model of the RMS Titanic, he 
smiled at the detail he had attained. Early in the morning was the time 
to begin such projects. For Maxwell Alexander Cambridge, it was the 
retired life he had come into. His wife had encountered a disease that 
not one person in the galaxy had ever seen. It was irony and it wasn't 
lost on either of them. Humor had been the game they had played for the 
remainder of her time on earth. Five years ago, she had passed into the 
darkness, leaving Cambridge to live his life alone. Friends around had 
come together to support him. 

It hadn't been easy. But that was how life was. 

A beeping sound brought his soft face up. The communication device was 
activated. He rose slowly and moved over to the console. A weather 
report and greetings from friends met him. He responded with his 
kindness and closed the channels. Returning to his chair, the model 
received his attention once more. 

(Orchards of Cambridge Ranch- Maxwell Cambridge - 23.00) 

Hours had passed and Cambridge had cleaned the house and attended to the 
few patients at the clinic. Now back at home, he was sitting on the 
porch in the darkness, watching the moon stare back at him. The beeping 
sound broke his attention and he stood and found the console in the less 
then lit house. Reading the message, the elder doctor suddenly fell 
back to the ground. USS Spectre. The name felt familiar. And suddenly 
the memories came flying back to him, the images of the crew and ship 
flashing through his mind. A moment later he regained his balance and 
stood shakily. 

There was much to be done. 

(Near the USS Lion- Shuttle Decree- Maxwell Cambridge - 24.00) 

"Commander, we're coming into the sector." Cambridge unhooked himself 
as the shuttle dropped out of warp speed. It had taken some work and 
some serious string pulling, but the good doctor had managed to get 
where he needed to be. The USS Lion-B stood in space near a planet. 
Maxwell stood. "Get me on the ship." 

(USS Lion- Transporter Room-Walter Peabody - 24.30) 

Walter "Doc" Peabody stood in the Transporter room, alone and without a 
fellow transporter officer. The man who had arrived was a ghost from 
the past. In his world, Maxwell Cambridge was in a coma and 
unresponsive. Now, he was about to stand in front of the Doc. Two 
doctors. Two different galaxies. It was all too much fun trying to 
understand what had brought them here. The pad lit up and the colored 
streams faded in Doctor Maxwell Alexander Cambridge, or "Mac" to those 
that knew him. 

Mac smiled. "The engineer I never met. Bridge is a good place to be 
right now Mr. Peabody..." He walked out the room, with the soon to be 
Admiral smiling to himself. Here he outranked Cambridge. At home, the 
former CMO could give him marching orders. What a strange trip this was 
going to be. They reached the bridge in record time and Kevel looked up 
from the center chair. His eyebrows went up as Cambridge stopped in his 
tracks. 

"Richard Kevel?" The elder officer took a defensive stance. Maxwell 
turned to Peabody. "We need to talk." They quickly entered the 
conference room, all three of them. An odd sight, the three older men 
all from various backgrounds. As they sat down, Cambridge began to 
explain the story of the Spectre and of where the three of them fit in. 
By the end of the meeting, all three men had become friends again. 
Kevel leaned back. "We need to get to the captain as soon we can. I 
recommend we send Starfleet our findings and break from our current 
assignment, fast." Peabody turned to Cambridge. He nodded, giving some 
deference to the command structure that existed in this universe. 
Walter stood. "Good. Kevel, you remain my first officer. Cambridge, 
you're now my second officer. Let's go home." 

All three entered the bridge and took their seats. The message to 
Starfleet was sent and the course was plotted. Cambridge smiled to 
himself as Kevel and Peabody worked quickly to arrange the problem of 
the arriving admiralty and planet side activity. After a few moments of 
frenzied action, the bridge became quiet. Doc Peabody took a deep 
breath. "Send a message to Remae that we are on our way to Earth. 
Helm, take us home." 

The warp engines accelerated and threw the USS Lion towards Earth. 

(reply remae, any, all) 
(posted by Adelay) 

(Earth: Aberdeen, Scotland; Orde home -- George Orde -- 2301) 
A slight beep resounded through the home. George Orde looked up, noticing the 'Incoming Message' signal blinking. Yawning slightly, he trudged over and read the message. The name did ring a bell... and then it all fell into place. Working on the Spectre, mastering the intracicies of the Flux Cannon (which did not exist in this timeline)... it all fell into place. Unfortunately, Maria was in the Delta Quadrant right now with Pierce -- he forwarded the message to her in hopes that it would indeed reach her -- and out of contact. He then set about replying to the message. 
"Doc, it's George. I understand, and will do what I can to assist." 
(Reply Doc, any) 
(Posted by Lenox) 
(Earth, Oahu Hawaii, Kahila Lono, 22:10) 

As Kahila waited for Commandant Remae to reply, she tried to keep her mind open to possibilities, tried to not use her willpower either way, not even sure what she would choose if give the choice of realities. 

When his face appeared on the screen, she couldn't help but smile at him. Her feelings were those of seeing a respected old friend that she hadn't expected to ever see again. And those feelings told her a lot. 


"Ah, Commander. good to hear from you, what's your status?", asked Remae, 
looking at his First Officer. 

"Until this instant, I wasn't sure if my memories were anything but fantasy. Now I can beleive they're real, that the Spectre is real. I'm in Oahu, Captain- Commandant, at my family's estate." 

Before she could say more, she saw that Remae was obviously interrupted by other calls, then he said: 

"Standby Commander." 

And she was switched to a recorded message, in which Captain Remae told succinctly of the timeline change- what little had been determined of it, and that he was in the process of gathering the crew together. 

After Kahila turned from the workstation, having learned all she could for the moment, she realized she could do nothing now but wait until she heard more of the Captain's plans. She gazed around her workroom, toward the console where her experimental AI, Eve, was housed. Everything was as it had been, but now had aquired a sense of fragility, as if it might disappear at any moment. Kahila already mourned it. She felt she was temporarily trapped in a dying reality, one that she had loved, that she found beautiful. 

She asked the room to play one of her favorite pieces of music, and closed her eyes, trying to block everything from her thoughts. For the moment, it was all she could do. 

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posted by Josephine Goodman 

(Earth, Starfleet Academy, Commandant's Office, Remae Ktell - 22.10) 

"Captain Mr Octan is under investigation by Admiral Doenitz, unfortunately 
he has encrypted the file and it will take several hours to counter his 
algorithms, but the reasoning for the investigation must be substantial as 
there are few files I am unable to access." 

Remae had asked the SFI Agent to access his databases to find the missing 
crew he was unable to find. he'd already begun to make a list of personnel 
locations onto a PADD, this PADD was going to be vital if he was going to 
pull off what he had in mind. 

"Doenitz? I didn't think he had that higher clearance." 

"Indeed, Admiral Doenitz is the C&C of Starfleet." 

"Find him, whatever it takes." 

A materialisation happed and Captain Ariana appeared in the Office of the 
Commandant. 

"Captain, welcome. good trip?" 

(Reply from Ariana) 

"What's happened as far as you can tell?", he asked, eager to see if any 
changes in the timeline had actually effected the ACMO. 

(Reply from Ariana) 

=^= Captain? Or do I mean, Commandant? =^= 

Messages were beginning to flood in, from all the crew that were able to 
access a communications protocol, Remae routed them to a recorded message 
but took the ones from the Senior Officers. 

"Ah, Commander. good to hear from you, what's your status?", asked Remae, 
looking at his First Officer. 

(Reply from Lono) 

"Standby Commander." 

"Captain, I think we are going to need a Starship. may we impose? We need to 
begin beaming up the crew on Earth and then head out to collect the others. 
I've made contact or found 80% of the crew, most of them are in the 
Federation." 

(Reply from Ariana) 

"Very well, we'll depart at 01.00; I'll make up some fake clearance and 
orders for the Apollo. Carrry on.", said Remae, returning to his work of 
narrowing down all the crew's location and contacting each of them. 
(Earth, Starfleet Academy, Commandant's Office, Remae Ktell - 23.40) 

=^= Commandant Remae Ktell Please.", said a voice on the communications 
system. 

"Go ahead", said the former CO of the Spectre. 

=^= We've identified a Romulan Warbird in orbit and someone wants to talk to 
you. =^= 

Initially surprised, Remae controlled his emotions and said, "Patch them 
through." 

The viewscreen changed and he recognised, barely, the Ensign he had only saw 
a few hours ago. 

"Ensign Selera? Is that you?", asked Remae when he saw the Romulan interior 
appear on the screen. 

(Reply from Selera) 

"Very well, beam down, I'll grant the authorisation. we have a lot to talk 
about." 

(Reply from Selera) 

"Commandant out." 

Remae chewed his thumb for a moment, a new habit that seemed to be appearing 
when he something to say or think about. 

"Soval, you said Temporal Investigations knew about this wavefront that 
changed things. can you find out all you can about it? Especially, where the 
front is now and where it is going?" 

(Reply from Soval) 

"In this new Federation, is there anyone working on time-travel anywhere? If 
so, we need to talk to them as well, find out if technology can get us back 
to where and when we are supposed to be." 

Remae had finished for now and a plan had been formed. the quicker they got 
away from Headquarters and Doenitz, the better. 

(Reply from Lono, Soval, Ariana, Selera, Any) 
(Posted by Anthony Keen) 

(Earth: Oahu, Hawaii - Pierce Horatio Orde - 2212) 
Lt. Orde threw his hands up in disgust -- nobody apparently was home. ~Damn.~ Turning, he stared down the beach, seeing only a few homes in the distance. He opened the tricorder he still had and saw that it was nonfunctional. ~Great,~ he thought. ~Just great.~ Dropping it onto the sidewalk, he ran back down to the beach and then along it, hoping to run into some city, although he didn't hold out much hope. ~If I remember correctly, these islands are almost always sparsely populated.~ He had to get to a comm station, somehow. 
Mission: Unknown Country, Day 2: "Stranger in a strange land." 
Stardate: 2406.05.10 
(Earth: Oahu, Hawaii - Pierce Horatio Orde - 0100) 
Orde dragged himself into a small bar and sat down. Of course, he didn't have any credits (or any other way to pay without calling attention to himself) on him, so he just got water. Taking a sip, he turned and surveyed the nearly empty barroom. ~0100 hours. Quiet, very quiet. Now if I can just find someplace to sleep for the night. I suppose the sand would work, so long as I kept out of reach of the tide.~ Deciding on that plan, he exited the bar and found himself a nice patch of beach nearby. ~Just as long as Starfleet Security doesn't pick me up, life will be tolerable.~ 
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(Posted by Lenox)