|
|
Mission #14 - At The Mountains of Madness, Part 1
Mission Kick Off
ON:
[[Bridge - USS Destiny - Approaching Arkham]]
Skimmel: Miss Hobbes. Be certain that Arkham approach control knows we're
here.
Jazz: I've taken care of that. We are cleared to assume a standard orbit.
Skimmel: Helm.
Cassandra: Aye, Captain. Computing a standard orbit.
Mulligan: Locking it in- now.
Skimmel: Very good.
Harper: Captain. I'm getting some very strange readings from the southern
polar region of Arkham.
* Skimmel pivots in his chair and looks at the science station. There is
only a heartbeat of a thought that something is wrong with the young
woman working the station. He furrows his forehead as he realizes that he
was expecting to see Nicholas Hobbes there rather than Harper. Perhaps it
is simply his way of denying that Hobbes is gone and never coming back.
Perhaps. He shakes his head to clear the thought. *
Skimmel: What exactly is wrong?
Harper; This forcefield dome over the southern continent-
Jazz: Our briefings mentioned that.
Harper: I am aware of that and I adjusted the ship's scanners to
compensate for that. Or at least I thought I had.
Skimmel: I am certain, Miss Harper that with additional work you'll be
able to compensate-
Harper: * shaking her head.* I doubt that we'll be able to get much
better. The shield is multiphasic and so far I've been unable to detect a
pattern behind the shift. I get random moments when we are in sync and
then the shield is nearly fully opaque.
Skimmel: I see. What can you detect through the shield? Lifesigns?
Harper: Never anything that fine. I am detecting a mountain range on a
scale unlike anything I've seen anywhere on a planet with this level of
gravity.
Jazz: Olympus Mons is nearly 24,000 meters tall. Surely you don't have
anything taller than that.
Harper: Mars also has a gravity that is considerably less than this. The
peaks here are nearly 10,000 meters when they should be only about 8,000
meters.
Skimmel: So Arkham has an extraordinarily tall mountain range under a
metaphasic forcefield that they erected some six hundred years ago.
Jazz: 574 years ago.
Harper: Yes sir.
Skimmel: An unusual combination but I'm not sure there is a connection.
Harper: I work on the assumption that there are no coincidences. Given
that the southern polar region is a forbidden zone as well- With your
permission, Captain, I would like to continue monitoring the region.
Skimmel: Strictly speaking it is not necessary the Chief Science Officer
to request permission to makes scans.
Harper: I'm sorry, sir. I'm still getting use to the new position.
Jazz: Captain. I have a local official who wants to speak to you.
Skimmel: Put him on the main screen. * He stands and straightens his
tunic. A moment later a elegantly dressed woman appears on the
mainscreen. * Greetings from the United Federation of Planets. This is
Captain David Skimmel commanding the U.S.S. Destiny.
Lela Jubal: // I am Lela Jubal, Liaison to the Federation. Welcome to
Arkham, Captain. We have been expecting you. I assume that you have
diplomatic protocol officers ready to beam down and begin the final
preparations for the admission ceremony. //
Skimmel: I have two who will be taking the lead on the that; Kyja Liri
and Delan Farel.
Lela Jubal: // The coordinates for them is being forwarded now. You
understand that admission to the Federation is of great importance to us.
//
Skimmel: They will be on their way as soon as we confirm the coordinates.
* He makes a small unnoticeable gesture to Liri who nods in response. *
Lela Jubal: // Excellent. And the First Councilor's ship? //
Skimmel: The First Councilor and Starfleet Admiral Zark are scheduled to
arrive in three days.
OFF:
=/\= Captain David Skimmel =/\=
Commanding Officer, USS Destiny
Difficulties
ON:
[[Destiny, Liri's and Conley's Quarters]]
*Kevin had been playing chess against the computer and
was not being very successful... chess was not his
type of game anyway but he had grown an affinity for
it from his time spent in Russia, it was very popular
there. The ship was now orbiting a planet that looked
much like Earth, except it was covered by an enormous
amount of ice... from the poles to about where the
tropics on Earth are were covered with white... mostly
ice, probably some snow as well. The equatorial
region looked moderate, but nowhere near as warm as he
was used to... he'd heard the planet was called Arkham
and they were due for admittance into the
Federation... so he figured that's why the Destiny was
present. He was moving his knight to take the
computer's bishop when he suddenly knocked the bishop
clean off the board, his whole arm having flexed
suddenly... which was odd... he'd never had that
happen before. He withdrew his arm back to himself
and rubbed it for a few seconds before deeming it
fine. A little while when the game was over... he had
been checkmated only four moves later by the computer,
he was walking back towards the table he had taken
over with his books and papers for his work, he
suddenly tripped and slammed into the decking hard...
leaving a nice bruise on his forearm. He got up,
brushed himself off and looked at his newly found
bruise... he hadn't had a bruise for nearly three
years.*
Conley: *frustrated* Hmmm... I seem to be having a
little trouble with my coordination. Strange... maybe
I need coffee... *he walks over to the replicator*
Coffee, black with buckshot... *it materializes and he
picks it up, moving over to his table, he sits down...
after about ten minutes of work, he's reaching across
and bumps the mug, sending the steaming hot liquid
onto the floor, followed nearly immediately by a loud
curse from Conley who quickly picked up the mug, and
put it back on the replicator tray, he then got a few
wet rags to make sure a stain didn't form* Geez Kevin!
What's wrong with you! *looks around and his eyes
settle on one of his new book's title ideas "The
Battle of Borg Hill."* Nanites... *sighs*
OFF:
=^= Kevin Connelly =^=
Novelist
An apple a day does not keep this doctor away
On
[Harper's Quarters]]
* Finishing her raktajino Harper replaces the empty mug on the
replicator and it vanishes. Looking over to her computer consol she see
she has an incoming message. Walking toward it, and sitting down she reads
it *
Harper: A medical! Has it been a month already? ~ Oh well, better get
myself down to sickbay and get it out of the road-~
* Her thoughts turn to Ivan, and her heart jumps a little at the thought
of seeing him again. She smiles a little too herself as she leaves for
sickbay *
[[Sickbay]]
* Dre greets Harper as she walks threw the doors *
Dre: Hello * looks at her padd * Ensign Harper is it? * Harper nods * Well
sit over there * points to a bed * one of the Doctors will be with you in
a moment-
* Harper goes over and sits on the pointed out bed, her legs dangling over
the side, she swings them gently as she waits *
Off
=/\=Ensign Victoria Harper=/\=
Science Officer. USS Destiny
An apple a day does not keep this doctor away
ON:
Alyssa walked into sickbay, refreshed but not wanting
her shoreleave to end and looked around.
Lt. Alyssa Carter: *clears her throat* Hello? Anyone
here? Don't tell me you forgot about the assistant
medical officer already? *chuckles and picks up a
PADD*
EMH: *nods* Welcome back Lieutenant
Alyssa: *smiles* Thanks doc, how are you today?
EMH: Just fine...thanks. How was your shoreleave
doctor?
Alyssa: Fine, thank you. *goes about her work, nodding
to the other doctors as she types into a PADD in her
hand*
OFF:
Lt. Alyssa Carter
Assistant Medical Officer
USS Destiny
Wearing Too Many Hats At Once....
ON:
*Liri sighs and walks out of the transporter room...she should clam
down before her talk with him...though that wasn't really an option,
considering she and ten million different preparations to make...*
[[A Few Minutes Later...]]
*Coming into the quarters that we begin set up for the VP, Liri
surveyed both quarters and work crew...*
Liri: *to the work crew* Move the bed, it's off by 5 inches.
*They comply, though a few give her a strange stare...*
Liri: *completing her 'inspection' Good, very good...make sure to
have the replicator properly programmed, and a separate comm system
installed in this room. Then, check in with security and engineering
on the--
Engineer(NPC): We _are_ engineering...
Liri: *glaring at his breach of protocol* ~~Honestly. I meant the
officers...!~~ --with engineering and security on the security
arrangements.
*With that, she turns and walks out the door, making her way quickly
to her office, just in time to be seated at her desk when carver
stops by with the report...*
Liri: *after he hands her the report* Sit.
*He does, and she looks him straight-on...*
Liri: If you are _ever_ that late again, I will send them out after
you...!
*She doesn't need to mention who 'them' is...they both know...Carver
gulps slightly...*
Liri: So. Do I have your word?
Carver: Yes ma'am.
Liri: (*nods* Good. *her expression softens a bit* Now--about these
bigwigs, and the defense we need to set up...
OFF:
=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO
USS Destiny
Medicals
ON:
[[USS Destiny, Sickbay]]
*Kurdin had been busy all morning, he'd already seen
all the cadets onboard, which was 10. He walked back
into the waiting room and saw Harper sitting there,
her eyes seemed to light up when he walked in, Lt.
Carter was there as well, and as Kurdin entered, she
moved forward.*
Carter: Morning...
Kurdin: Good morning... ready for the most redundant
day ever?
Carter: What's that?
Kurdin: Routine medicals... we're scheduled all day
with'em... gotta get em done so we don't have to do
this for more than two days.
Carter: *sarcastically* Fun stuff...
Kurdin: Nurse Dre! *the trill head nurse enters*
Dre: Yes sir?
Kurdin: Lt. Carter and yourself will be doing vitals
and then forwarding everyone into exam rooms 1 through
3, where I'll process them... *hands each of them a
PADD* Make sure to get everything for fields 1 through
20... I'll handle the rest. Oh, and make sure
everyone has changed into either PTs or a gown in the
exam rooms.
Dre: Yes sir.
Kurdin: Alright let's go... *he leaves, grabbing
coffee on his way to the first exam room*
Carter: *turning towards Harper and checking the
scheduling PADD* Lieutenant Harper?
Harper: Yes, that's me.
Carter: Good... follow me please.
OFF:
=^= Lt. Ivan Kurdin =^=
CMO USS Destiny
Returning to normal
ON:
Venka:*after a nice evening she returns to destiny. She takes a quick
shower and changes into her uniform, checking herself out in the mirror to
make sure everything is in place. She sighs, glad to be back. Being satisfied
she exits her quarters and goes to the science area*
[[Science]]
Nicholas Hobbes: *seems to be studying something. Looks up as he sees
Venka. He nods* Did you hear about the new mission? *he asks in a soft voice*
Venka:*shivers slightly* Yes I did. I can already feel the cold from the
planet.
Nicholas: Ahh I see, yes Vulcans don't like the cold to much, do they?
Venka: No, sir they do not. Is Miss Harper anywhere around? I just wanted to
make sure she was alright.
Nicholas: She is at the med room. She is alright just her normal check up.
Venka:*nods* Alright. *walks over to you* so what will we get started on
first? *looks at the computer studying the planet*
OFF:
Lieutenant J/g Venka.
Science Department.
USS Destiny.
Physicals?
OFF:
This is a bit of a backpost that travels to the present...
ON:
*The Intrepid Trio finishes their meal and makes their way back to the Destiny*
Kelly: Feels good to be back on board ship...
Sparks: Welcome to the Destiny, Mr. Harding.
Harding: She's a nice little rickety crate, isn't she?
Kelly: *smiles* Don't let the engineers hear ya say that.
*communicator beeps* Kelly here.
NPC Medical Guy: +Lieutenant Kelly? Have you checked your computer messages yet?+
Kelly: No, is something wrong?
NPC Medical Guy: +Well, you're scheduled to have your physical today and we haven't
gotten a confirmation from you.+
Kelly: You're kidding me? It's been that long already?!?
NPC Medical Guy: +Sorry Lieutenant, orders are orders.+
Sparks: *chuckles* Have fun.
NPC Medical Guy: +Ma'am, is that Lieutenant Sparks I hear?+
Kelly: *grins* Why yes it is, he wouldn't happen to need a physical would he?
NPC Medical Guy: +He's scheduled right after you.+
Kelly: Ah, we'll be there soon... Kelly out.
Sparks: *giving Jenn an evil eye*
Harding: What's so bad about physicals?
Kelly: You'll learn that in our line of work... there are usually only two
reasons they send us to Sickbay. Either we're injured in the line of duty...
Sparks: Or they use it as an excuse to poke and prod us.
Harding: Sounds fun.
Kelly: That's why you're coming with us... I'm sure you'll have to take some sort
of physical since you're new on board.
Harding: *sarcastically* Joy...
*The trio reaches Sickbay*
Kelly: Hi everyone! Let's get the thing over with!
OFF:
=/\= Lieutenant Jennifer "Jenn" Kelly =/\=
Chief of Security
USS Destiny
Destiny?
ON:
[[ USS Destiny // Ensign Teal's Quarters ]]
* Sitting quietly in a darkened room, Teal contemplates his 'fate'. *
Ens. Teal: Computer, personal log.
* Ens. Teal takes a breath before beginning. *
Ens. Teal: I am forced to admit, that for the first time
I am at a loss. The events that have brought me
again to Destiny are, for lack of a better
description, ironic. Now I am playing a part,
that I have never played before and I must
question; Who am I?
* The door chimes. *
Ens. Teal: Computer end log. Lights. Enter.
* The door opens and Lt. Michaels enters. She looks about the room,
decorated flarefully for a Vulcan. *
Lt. Michaels: Hmm, not exactly Vulcan, but then again you aren't
the norm, are you.
Ens. Teal: I suppose not. Is there something I can help you
with Lt?
Lt. Michaels: No, I just stopped by to see how you were settling
in. See if you needed anything.
Ens. Teal: Most thoughtful of you Lt. No, thank you. I require
no special considerations.
Lt. Michaels: Must be quite different for you.
Ens. Teal: It is a change, but I will adapt. The alternative is
less desirable.
Lt. Michaels: I bet. But Destiny's a good ship with an excellent
Captain and crew, I'm sure you'll fit in.
Ens. Teal: A fact you've already demonstrated Lt. I hope so.
Will there be anything further?
OFF:
TAG to Lt. Michaels
Ensign Teal
Communications
USS Destiny
Medical...
On
Carter: *turning towards Harper and checking the scheduling PADD*
Lieutenant Harper?
Harper: Yes, that's me.
Carter: Good... follow me please.
- -
* Harper follows Carter and Dre. Dre handing her a gown, which Harper
promptly changes into. *
Carter: * motioning for Harper to sit while she takes her vitals * So, Lt
you had an enjoyable shore leave?
Harper: No and yes, the trial sort of spoiled it a bit. But the last few
day were very enjoyable * sighs as she thinks back to the previous night *
Carter: Well your vitals seem in order. Have you been sleeping well?
Harper: well I've had a few restless nights, nothing hot milk couldn't
cure
Carter: * Harper hops off the bed * Now if you'll proceed to exam room 1
Dr Kurdin will see you * points too where exam room 1 is *
* Harper enters the room; Kurdin is already there. Coffee in hand *
Harper: *smiling as she enters the room * so, where do you want me?
Off
Tag-
Lieutenant???
=/\=Ensign Victoria Harper=/\=
Science Officer. USS Destiny
Shaky reunion
ON:
[Tactical area]
Carver: *slightly shaken after Liri's upbraiding* ~Well, that's that. I'm
never gonna be late again. Ever.~ *suddenly, he sees Wallace sitting at a
workstation. Wallace, looking up, notices him as well. The tension builds
until one of the two must speak*
Wallace: Good to see you back, lad. How's the leg?
Carver: *stonily* Fine. Couldn't be better.
Wallace: ~He'll get over it. We all do. Until then, better not push him.~
Glad to hear it. Well, I'd best get back to duty. G'day, lad. *turns back
to his console, running diagnostics on the weapons systems for the fifth
time today. Carver walks off, still unsure of the older man; not knowing if
he was still angry over Tijuana* ~Well, that's just one more problem.
Carver's still pissed. Great. Add that to Cassandra, and you've got
yourself in deep. What in the Nine Hells is she up to, anyway? There's no
way anything could come of this, between us. Kinda hard to date a woman
whose face will kill you just to look at it.~ *sighs* ~Enough. I've work
to do.~ *with an effort of will, he forces all emotion from his mind and
fills the empty space with cold work. Checking the photon torpedoes.
Calibrating the shields. Gauging the resonance fields of the phasers. He
wanted every single system to be in full working order. The enemy had
invaded his ship once. He vowed never to allow that again.*
OFF:
Ensign John Wallace
TAC, USS Destiny
Turn and Cough
ON:
[[Destiny, Exam Room 1]]
*Harper is standing while Kurdin sits in the chair, he
has a PADD in hand and a medical tricorder sitting on
the counter next to him.*
Kurdin: According to this... it's been a year since
your last class III physical...
Harper: Oh goodie... a full one.
Kurdin: Precisely... remove the gown and raise your
arms please. *she does so, as he visually checks her
front and back for anything abnormal* Alright, lay
down on the bed please... *she reaches for her gown*
No Victoria... as you are. *she drops it and lays
down. Over the next 20 minutes, Ivan goes through a
variety of tests ranging from normal reflexes to
balance to medical scans. She passes all of them with
flying colors.* Alright Miss Harper... and the last
test... do a back handspring with a quarter twist and
land on your left foot. *she looks at him totally
confused and he struggles to restrain his laughter*
Just kidding! Go ahead and get dressed and you are
free to go. *she quickly dresses in her uniform and
Kurdin shows her out, moving on to the next exam room*
[[Exam Room 2]]
*Kurdin enters after taking a PADD from the tray
outside the door. As soon as the doors close, he
looks up and sees LCMDR Jasmine Hobbes sitting in the
gown.*
Kurdin: Only here for a class I?
Jazz: Yes... and a few others.
Kurdin: Excuse me?
OFF:
Tag Jazz...
=^= Lt. Ivan Kurdin MD =^=
CMO USS Destiny
Pitter-Patter - Jazz
Denial ain't just a river in Egypt.
ON:
[[ USS Destiny ]]
[ Sickbay ]
Kurdin: Well, according to your chart you don't have any abnormal medical conditions...
how have you been feeling lately?
Jazz: Nauseous. Must've picked up a stomach bug.
Kurdin: I see. *He pulls out his tricorder and starts scanning.* Deep breath ...
hold it ... release ... again ... hold it ... release. *She does as instructed,
waiting for the ordeal to be over.*
Jazz: While I'm here, I should get an update on my contraceptive.
Kurdin: What sort of contraception do you use?
Jazz: A sub dermal. Isn't it on the chart?
Kurdin: *Frowning, he looks over the padd again.* No, I'm sorry ... you don't have
any contraceptive listed on the chart.
Jazz: That's ... weird. Well, update it anyway.
Kurdin: *He nods, then returns to his scans. A moment later, he pauses, frowns,
presses a key on his tricorder, and hrumphs.* Commander -
Jazz: Jazz, or Jasmine if you have to.
Kurdin: Jasmine, you don't have any sub dermal implant ... and congratulations.
You're pregnant.
Jazz: *Startled.* What? That's impossible. My implant -
Kurdin: You don't HAVE any implant, Jasmine.
Jazz: But I must! *She stands upright. Kurdin places a hand on her shoulder.* I've used
the same style of implant since the Academy! It's never failed before - I've never even
had it removed except to replace it!
Kurdin: Commander, I'm sorry. This is a fact now. *He gently pushes her back to the
biobed.* Shall I continue?
Jazz: ... yes. I expect you haven't even told me the worst part yet.
Kurdin: *He arches a brow and returns to his scan.* It looks like you're almost two
months along now -
Jazz: That's impossible! I ... *She sees his look and shuts up, leaning back and
crossing her arms.*
Kurdin: The child appears to be healthy, developing normally ... and half-Vulcan.
Jazz: *Bitterly.* Or Romulan.
Kurdin: ... or Romulan. *He closes his tricorder.* Well, human-Vulcan pregnancies can be
tricky. I'll be prescribing -
Jazz: I want it out.
Kurdin: Excuse me?
Jazz: I want the fetus removed. It's not mine, and I didn't want it, and I want it gone.
OFF:
Well, I'll leave that ball in Kurdin's court for now.
Note: 2 (game) months predates the Through the Eyes of the Enemy mission.
[/\]
Lt. Commander Jasmine Hobbes
USS Destiny
First Officer
Medical...
ON:
Carter: *looks at the PADD in her hand and walks over
to the main console to input the data into the
computer* Lets see...this goes here. *picked up a new
PADD* Dr. Kurdin, was there anyone else?
Dr. Kurdin: *shakes head, returning to Ensign Harper*
Carter: *shrugs and goes into the supply room to go
over the inventory to be sure they aren't missing
anything.*
[tag someone]
Lt Alyssa Carter
Asst. Medical Officer
Physicals?
ON
[[Destiny]]
Kelly: That's why you're coming with us... I'm sure
you'll have to take some sort of physical since
you're new on board.
Harding: *sarcastically* Joy...
*The trio reaches Sickbay*
Kelly: Hi everyone! Let's get the thing over with!
Sparks: Yeah, doc. Make it quick. I got things to do.
*Gets a snarky glare from the CMO*
Nurse NPC: Come over here you three. I make it as fast
as I can.
Kelly: Yeah, right. We'll see.
Harding: Oh, come on, guys. It can't be all that bad.
Sparks: Humph! Yeah, okay, FNG. Whatever you say.
Kelly: Sparks, give the kid a break. He's new here.
He'll find out for himself.
Sparks: Yes, he will.
Nurse NPC: Right, shall we begin?
OFF
TAG to Harding or Lt.Kelly.
=====
Lieutenant J.G.
Sparks, Colin M.(Human)
Assistant security chief
USS Destiny NCC-42691
Play me a soft jazz beat
OFF:
Alright, you knew it would happen... Jazz... has
become the jazz beat.
ON:
[[Destiny, Sickbay]]
*Kurdin looked into Jazz's eyes briefly, she was dead
serious. There was nothing wrong with this procedure,
but with a Vulcan physiology growing inside her, it
could lead to some minor complications.*
Kurdin: Alright, I'll take it out... but I want you to
know that there will be a few side effects, right
after the procedure, you will have some odd cravings,
mostly foods... sometimes even for more desirable
things like sex. To tell you the truth, I wouldn't be
surprised if you became the most aggressive woman
onboard for about a week afterward... once that week
is over, you should be back to normal.
Jazz: What about hormonal therapy to quell that?
Kurdin: I can use therapy to minimize it as much as
possible but I can't just block it outright.... Vulcan
hormones are very strong.
Jazz: Who would've thought that...
Kurdin: I just want you to be aware of that...
Jazz: Consider me warned.
Kurdin: Alright, once I've finished with your
physical, go schedule with Lt. Carter for a time...
we'll do it in the morning sometime this next week,
that way we can monitor you throughout the day... to
make sure we get the right hormone doses.
Jazz: The sooner, the better.
OFF:
=^= Lt. Ivan Kurdin MD =^=
CMO USS Destiny
Bridge
ON:
[[ USS Destiny / Ens. Cassandra's Quarters ]]
* The mass of electro-magnetic plasma that floats about in the
chamber seems to pulse. After the cleaning cycle, it re-enters the
exo-skeleton. A few minutes later the exo-skeleton animates and
begins to move. Over to the mirror, it stands there staring into the
optical sensors that stare back. Every detail, specifications of the
surface reads out. The reflection the same, a mass of data fed
through the sensors, transformed into electro-magnetic data to be
assimilated by it's host. Suddenly it smashes the mirror. Looking at
it's hand, a slash in the skin, no blood, no pain, nothing else but
the cut. It takes out a device and passes it over the slash, sealing
it as if it had never been there, putting it away the exo-skeleton
turns and leaves. *
[[ Bridge ]]
* Ens. Cassandra steps onto the bridge and takes her station.
Checking the scanners, she detects a .01% deviation in the attitude
of Destiny's orbit. She abruptly makes a correction. Then begins to
run a diagnostic of her helm station. *
Skimmel: * noticing the correction * Ensign?
Cassandra: * turning * Destiny experience a .01% deviation in her
orbital attitude over the last 11.4 hours, sir.
Skimmel: * smiling * Oh. Carry on.
Cassandra: * turning back * Aye aye, Sir.
* Cassandra returns to running the diagnostic of her helm station.
Everything checks out fine. *
Cassandra: * turning to the Captain * Sir, I'd like to have
engineering run a level four diagnostic on the attitude
control.
Skimmel: * shakes head * I don't think it's that critical, keep an
eye on it. If it happens again, I'll consider it.
Cassandra: * turning back * Yes, sir.
Skimmel: Position Ens?
Cassandra: We are in standard orbit around Arkham,
sir. Coming over the southern polar cap now sir.
Skimmel: Anything on the sensors yet?
Harper: * aggravated * No sir. I still can't seem to penetrate
their shielding. I don't understand it.
Skimmel: Communications?
Teal: Nothing emanating from that region sir. Local comms around the rest of the
planet. Nothing out of the ordinary. Whatever they're hiding there, they
aren't talking about it.
Skimmel: * smiling * Easy Ens. We've had enough conspiracy to
to last me a life time.
Teal: * frowns * Yes sir.
Skimmel: * looking around * Where's Jazz?
* Almost at the same instant, Lt. Cmndr. Hobbes enters the bridge. *
Jazz: * straightening * Sorry sir.
Skimmel: * questioningly * Everything alright?
Jazz: * nods abruptly * Yes fine. Physicals.
Skimmel: I see. Well, no further contact from the
Arkhamites?
* Jazz looks to Teal, who shakes his head, no. *
Jazz: No sir, not since our initial arrival.
OFF:
Ensign Cassandra
USS Destiny
Navigator
A little in Sync. A little Opaque. A little-.(etc)
On
[[ Bridge. USS Destiny]]
* Sitting at the science station, pulling absentmindedly on her bottom
lip, immersed in her work, both oblivious and aware of what was going on
around her. Harper knew she was getting an occasional odd look from
people who were expecting too see Commander Hobbes but seeing Harper
instead, it must've been strange for them, but it was stranger still for
her. She took a long composing breath and let it out slowly. Her index
finger now tapping on the consol *
Harper: * Looking at the monitor at the icy cotenant below * ~ Dante's
ninth level of hell ~ * returning her concentration to the planet and the
unusual mountain ranges discovered in the forbidden zone. Taping her COM
badge * /Harper to Venka/
Venka: Venka here.
Harper:/ Venka, I want you to run another scan of those mountain regions
under the dome. There is some thing unusual about them/
Venka: / The fact that they are 2,187.6 meters too tall? /
Harper: /Exactly. And the fact there is, something else-/
Venka: / Can you be more specific? /
Harper: / No. Not at this time. You will probably be able to get better
scans when the shield is in sync, which will be difficult as it goes
completely opaque unsystematically, and scans are virtually impossible at
that time. If you find anything unusual let me know, I'll be surveying
the polar dome. Harper out/
* Harper calling up all prior data collected from scanning the dome.
Watches the monitor (The shielding in sync for a few minutes and then it
goes opaque for ten then returns to sync a few seconds later it goes
opaque for five minutes and then returns to sync for seven. The shifting
pattern goes on like this, erratic and unpredictable. With out any form
of any mathematical rhythm-)
Harper: ~ Most unusual~ * pulling again on her bottom lip * ~It must be
some sort of defense against what ever is in there. I'll learn a bit more
about it when I get to speak with some of the Arkham scientists ~
Off
=/\= Ensign Victoria Harper=/
Acting Chief Science Officer. USS Destiny
A little in Sync. A little Opaque. A little-.(etc)
ON:
[[Science area]]
Venka: Venka out.
*she sits up straight and starts over at the console, and starts running
a scan of the mountain ranges. She studies it for awhile, noticing the snow
covered mountains and icy ranges. She shivers at the thought of how it will
feel when, and if they walk on the planet, and suddenly everything feels
cold, but she shakes it off telling herself it isn't logical*
Venka: Hmmmm *looks closer at the screen, and for one second it seems
something blurry gets through the scanning, some kind of life force, but it
disappears just as quickly. She taps her badge* Venka to Harper.
Harper: Harper here.
Venka: While I was scanning the mountain ranges. Some kind of life force
showed up on the scanning, but for only 2.3 seconds. Did you notice anything
Miss Harper?
OFF:
Lieutenant J/G venka.
Science Department.
USS Destiny
Tac Prep
ON:
Liri: Now--about these bigwigs, and the defense we need to set up...
Carver: Yeah, I suggest all standard precautions. 24 hour guard for both
dignitaries. I also suggest transport dampeners around their quarters. And
for when they venture to the planet I suggest a full security escort. I have
a bad feeling about this. Especially with those sealed off polar icecaps.
Liri: Hmmm, I don't think the VIPs will enjoy an armed escort on a
diplomatic mission.
Carver: Too bad for them I suppose. I wouldn't take any chances, they gave
us orders to escort them, lets do just that.
Liri: ~Alright, remind me to not let him near any of the bigwigs~
Carver: And for external security, I suggest having a transporter lock on
the away team whenever they leave the ship.
Liri: I was thinking along those lines myself. That'll be all Lt. *Carver
turns and leaves*
==Insert Wallace's post==
Carver: *As he leaves the room* ~Damn! First he boots me, then gets me
arrested, then he insults me in a drunken rage, now he's all cheery...what's
next?~ *He made his way back to his quarters and read up on the Arkhamians
and the VIPs. He couldn't help but feel a sense of unease about the whole
mission.* ~Probably just jitters~ *He checked his messages and saw that
there was one from the CMO.* ~Ha! Yeah right my friend, you'll have to drag
me by my heels~ *He then left his quarters and reported to the bridge for
his duty shift.*
OFF:
Lt. J/G Tyrone Carver
ACTO
USS Destiny
Beginning
ON:
[[Arkham, Prime Minister's Office]]
*Currently, the Prime Minister, Rutan Ulum, two of his special
assistants, Givalla Titli and Wutai Been, and the Special Liaison to
the Federation, Lela Jubal. They were going over the procedures the
Destiny had sent down to them as thoroughly as possible.*
Ulum: I do not understand some of these customs... but in time,
perhaps I will. Lela?
Jubal: From the best I can understand with my interactions with the
Federation, most of these are just formalities that need only be
adhered to, not understood. I suggest asking for the protocol
officers from the Destiny so that are preparations may be completed
very soon.
Titli: Agreed.
Ulum: Get in touch with the Destiny and ask when the protocol
officers will be sent.
OFF:
Tag Kyja, Delan, Skimmel, Jazz... etc.!
=^= Lt. Ivan Kurdin =^=
CMO USS Destiny
posting as:
Prime Minister Rutan Ulum, Arkhamite Republic.
Do Not Avoid the Doctor, He is All-Powerful - Kurdin
ON:
[[USS Destiny, CMO's Office]]
*Kurdin was having a cup of coffee going through the list of officers
that had been in so far... a good portion of the science and security
departments, those two were ahead of schedule... but for some reason
the tactical department wasn't showing up... he knew Liri wouldn't,
but she wasn't required to do so... as he had just recently seen her
for something else and had just completed the physical at that time.*
Kurdin: Hmmm... Mr. Carver, and Ensign Wallace... I haven't seen
either of those two in a while... *taps his commbadge* Kurdin to
Carver...
Carver: //Yes Doctor?//
Kurdin: Mr. Carver, you are aware that your class III physical is in
need of renewal, correct?
Carver: //No, I wasn't aware.//
Kurdin: Well, it is. Are you also aware that as of 1600 hours today,
if it isn't completed, the computer will automatically list you as
unqualified and will lock your authorization codes out.
Carver: //I'm on bridge duty until 1800 Doctor...//
Kurdin: Then I suggest you find some relief... the exam will only
take 30 minutes... Kurdin out. *he taps the badge again* Kurdin to
Wallace...
OFF:
Tag Carver and Wallace... there is no avoiding the doctor...
MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA
=^= Lt. Ivan Kurdin MD =^=
CMO USS Destiny
Do Not Avoid the Doctor, He is All-Powerful - Kurdin
ON:
[[Destiny Sickbay]]
Kurdin: Then I suggest you find some relief... the exam will only
take 30 minutes... Kurdin out. *he taps the badge again* Kurdin to
Wallace.
Wallace: +Wallace here. Whatcha need, Doc?+
Kurdin: I have you scheduled for a physical at 1430 hours.
Wallace: +That's in 15 minutes, Kurdin. Nice of you to tell me ahead of
time+
Kurdin: It's been posted for the past two days, John.
Wallace: +Has it now? *voice dripping sarcasm* I hadn't noticed. I'm on
my way, Ivan. Make it quick. Wallace out.+
Kurdin: There, that's one more taken care of.
OFF:
TAG to Kurdin. I'm on my way.
Ensign John Wallace
TAC, USS Destiny
Knock Knock...
ON:
[[ Bridge ]]
* Ensign Teal is busy at his station, when a transmission comes in. *
Teal: Captain. I have a Wutai Been requesting at ETA for
the protocol officers.
Skimmel: On screen.
* The screen lights up and sitting at a desk, an Arkhamite. *
Been: Greetings. I am Wutai Been. Special Assistant.
Skimmel: David Skimmel. Captain of the Federation Starship
Destiny.
Been: * smiling * A great pleasure to make your acquaintance Captain.
The prime minister has asked to check on the ETA
of your protocol officers.
Skimmel: We'll be beaming them down shortly. We're just
coming over the south hemisphere now.
* Suddenly Been seems nervous and shaky. *
Skimmel: It should be within a couple of hours, unless you
require them sooner.
Been: No. No. That will be fine. Whenever. Well if there's
nothing else.
* The screen suddenly goes black. *
Teal: Surface has cut communications, sir.
Jazz: That's odd. He seemed fine until...
Skimmel: Until I mentioned the southern hemisphere. Harper,
anything on that region yet?
Harper: * disappointedly * No sir.
Skimmel: Cassandra, how long before we ....
Cassandra: One hour, thirty seven minutes, fourteen seconds.
Skimmel: * frowns * And before...
Cassandra: Twenty two hours, sixteen minutes, thirty eight
seconds.
Skimmel: I don't think I will never get used to having my
officers...
Cassandra: * turning * Captain. Been seemed quite jovial until you
mentioned the...
Skimmel: * smirkishly * Southern hemisphere.
Cassandra: * smiling * Yes sir.
Skimmel: * questioningly * And?
Cassandra: Something strange sir. Fear, irrational fear.
Skimmel: * sternly * You didn't...
Cassandra: No sir. It was exploding out of him.
Jazz: What fear?
Cassandra: Like childhood monsters under the bed. Boogeyman type
fear. He fought to put it away as foolishness, but it was so deeply
seeded in his psyche.
Teal: Most interesting.
OFF:
Ensign Teal
Communications
USS Destiny
Prelude To Diplomacy
ON:
*She straigntened her dress uniform, checked her hair and make-up once
more in the mirror, and fiddled with her earrings--everything had to
be perfect...*
*She made her way up to the bridge, and went over to the captain...*
Liri: *to Skimmel* Sir.
Skimmel: Commander...
Liri: I'm ready to beam to the surface as soon as we're in
position...am I to select the other officers on my team, or have you
already done so?
OFF:
=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO
USS Destiny
Prelude To Diplomacy II
ON:
[[Bridge - Destiny]]
* Skimmel barely glances up at Liri but continues to consult the PADD
that has just been handed him. *
Skimmel: You are in charge of your group, Commander. You may take
essentially anyone you would like.
Liri: Thank you, sir. I would like to take Lt. Carver if that would be
acceptable.
Skimmel: I see no reason why there would be a problem with that.
Liri: * Tapping her communicator * Liri to Carver.
Carver: + Go ahead, Commander. +
Liri: Meet me in the transporter room, ASAP.
Carver: * His grin very obvious in his voice. * + I am already on my way.+
Liri: Very good. Liri out. * Turning back to Skimmel. * And Commander
Farel as well.
Skimmel: I'm sure that would be fine as well.
Kurdin: + Kurdin to Skimmel. +
Skimmel: Skimmel here, Doctor. What can I do for you?
Kurdin: + Two things. I was about to examine Lt. Carver when he got
called away. Were you aware of that? +
Skimmel: * Smiling at Liri * I had my suspicions. Commander Liri has
requested him and her mission is our top priority at the moment. I'm
certain you can schedule Mr. Carver another time.
Kurdin: + No doubt. + * Though he doesn't sound happy. * + The second
point, Captain. You are due in for a medical examination as well. +
Skimmel: Doctor...
Kurdin: + Don't argue with me on this, Captain. In this I outrank you. So
unless there is some crisis going on... +
Skimmel: I'm on my way. Hobbes. You have the bridge.
Jasmine: Aye, Captain.
Skimmel: Anyone else you want to take, Liri?
OFF:
Tag Liri
=/\= Captain David Skimmel =/\=
Commanding Officer, USS Destiny
What It's All About
ON:
Liri: *shakes her head* No--the initial team should be small, and
coordinated. Large amounts of bureaucrats are for the _later_ stages
of the game...! *she grins at her own joke, then taps her commbadge*
+Liri to Farel...+
Farel: +Farel here.+
Liri: +Commander, I want you to meet me in the transporter room, in
your dress uniform.+
Farel: +When?+
Liri: +In five minutes. Liri out.+
*She knew he probably couldn't make it in five...but, f she said
five...then at least she'd get something as close to it as possible.
She herself turns, nods to the captain, and heads for the transporter
room...*
[[Transporter Room, Three minutes later]]
*The young operator on duty was a bit nervous, and it showed--Liri
grinned briefly...it was probably the poor kid's first
deployment...and he was already confronted with a senior officer in
full dress uniform and a member-entry process...she resisted the urge
to giggle, and instead tried to put on her best, most neutral and
cultured diplomat's face...*
Liri: *to the transporter operator* As soon as the rest of my team
gets here, I want you to beam us to the surface, to the coordinates
you received from the Arkhamites.
Transporter Operator(NPC): *nervously, eagerly, and sounding all too
much like a yappy young puppy* Yes sir!
*Carver arrives in short order, and Liri almost groans...*
Liri: Lieutenant...
Carver: What?
Liri: You're not wearing your dress uniform...
Carver: Was I supposed to...?
Liri: Yes. Please, go and put it on, and then meet me back here. *She
said nothing more--after all, it was actually more her fault than his-
-she should have told him to come in his dress uniform....*
*Shortly after Carver leaves, Farel arrives...he, fortunately, _is_ in
the proper attire...*
Farel: Commander Liri...
Liri: *grins* We get to do what it's all about today...
Farel: What? Protocol?
Liri: *rolls her eyes* No--contact with other species...!
*At this moment, Carver rushes back in, still fastening his
uniform...the three step onto the transporter pad shortly thereafter,
and Liri signals the young operator to beam them to the surface...*
OFF:
=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO
USS Destiny
Protocol
ON:
* Delan, Liri and Carver all arrive in a shimmering
blue light. The officers are greeted by two Arkamite
ambassadors, apparently one woman and one man. *
Liri: * Smiling, to the woman * My name is Lt.
Commander Kyja Liri. This is * Pointing at the other
two * Lt. Commander Delan and Lt. J/G Carver.
Jubal (NPC): My name is Lela Jubal, Special liaison to
the Federation.
Delan: * Taking two steps forward, placing him beside
Liri * Greetings. * Extends his right hand. *
Jubal: * Looking strangely at him * Commander?
Carver: It's a greeting from Earth. You take the hand
and you shake it.
Jubal: * Still a bit confused * All right. * Takes the
hand in her own. Delan shakes it. He notices that the
woman is rather sweetly. *
Caver: * Walks up to the other ambassador and extends
his hand in greeting * Good morning.
NPC Ambassador: .... Good morning.
Liri: So, shall we start?
Jubal: Yes, this way. * She points to a door. *
Liri: Thank you.
* They all exit *
OFF:
Lt. Commander Delan Farel
Chief of Operations
USS Destiny
@ Arkham with Liri, Carver, Jubal and others
Physicals?
[[USS Destiny, Sick Bay]]
NPC Nurse: Right shall we begin?
Sparks: You get the honours kid, you first
*Grins evilly at Harding*
Harding: Your not pulling rank...
*Harding is cut off as the burley nurse lifts him onto the sickbay pallet*
NPC Nurse: You might find my methods a little old Ensign, but they sure as
hell work.
*The Nurse starts prodding Hardings chest and stomach with stubby fingers*
NPC Nurse: Well that all feels good
*The Nurse lifts one of Hardings arms testing it for flexibility and range
of motion, and then does the same with his other limbs*
Harding: Well that's not so bad
*Sparks and Kelly share a smile and the nurse looks Harding in the eye*
NPC Nurse: Right, take all your clothes off and go stand by that wall
*Harding starts to protest but is cut of by the Nurses glare coupled with an
insistent mutter from Sparks*
Sparks: Hurry up kid, the sooner you get done the sooner we can get back to
work
*Harding obliges and moves to the sickbay wall*
NPC Nurse: Ok now you must squat and walk from one side of the sickbay
to the other without rising out of the squat, extending your legs in a
waddle
Harding: What the..
NPC Nurse: NOW!
*Kelly winks at sparks who then whispers*
Sparks: Computer, start recording... now
*Harding waddles naked across the hall, at one point almost loosing his
balance, concentrating too hard to notice the laughter coming from the
other three. As Harding Dresses the Nurse scans him with a Medical Tricorder*
NPC Nurse: One last thing
*The Nurse prepares a hypospray*
NPC Nurse: We come across many weird and wonderful things here on the
Destiny, so we try to vaccinate you against as many weird and wonderful
things we cant think of, unfortunately this will make you feel a little
drowsy for the next few hours.
*Nurse Applies hypospray then moves over to Kelly and Sparks*
Sparks: Computer stop recording, and store, Title it, Harding's March to
Glory.
*sparks looks to the nurse, who then applies a vaccination update to Sparks,
and then analyses him with the medical tri-corder.*
NPC Nurse: Thank you Lieutenant.
*Harding looks on bewildered*
Harding: That's IT!?!
Kelly: Sparks got the standard check up, we asked the nurse to give you the
special. Our little way to welcome you aboard.
OFF:
TAG:
Jen, Sparks, or anyone else who wants to walk into our bit of sickbay
Ensign Robert Harding
-=/Security Officer\=-
-=/\=-USS Destiny
Physicals?
Carter: *walks out of the supply room, PADD in hand,
just in time to witness Ensign Harding waddling across
the room stark naked and she stifles a laugh*
NPC Nurse: *looks over at Carter with a grin*
Carter: *clears her throat* What's going on here if I
might ask?
NPC Nurse: Just a little way of welcoming the Ensign.
*chuckles*
Carter: Oh I see. *smirks* Then don't mind me.. *walks
over to the hypospray station to check the vials*
OFF:
Lieutenant Alyssa Carter
Assistant Medical Officer
USS Destiny
Physicals?
On
* Dre stood at the far side of sickbay watching the
antics of Harding, as he is made too waddle naked
across sickbay. She couldn't help but smile. When
the (NPC) Nurse had finished with him, Much to
Harding's relief, he rushed over and put his uniform
back on. Dre looked back to The PADD she was
studying, *
Dre: ~Sparks~ * She walks over to him as (NPC) nurse
gives him a vaccination and then scans him. He is
about too leave when Dre reached out her hand and
touches his shoulder * Mr. Sparks
Sparks: Yes-* turns around too see a black haired
trill woman approaching him *
Dre: Not so, fast, according to this you haven't had a
level 3 physical in over a year * Lifts a gown and
passes it too him * Strip * Sparks stars to protest as
Dre leads him too room 2 * Please Mr. sparks don't
worry. I know what men look like I have been one
several times * Sparks starts to remove his uniform
and puts the gown on. Dre looks up from the PADD *
Everything, Mr. Sparks, we want this done right don't
we * grins * Dr Kurdin will be with you shortly-
Dre: * leaving the room * Nurse, Miss Kelly is dew a
level 1* Passes a gown to the nurse * Show her to room
1Dr Carter will see her.
Off
==/\==
Ensign U'nela Dre (Trill)
Head Nurse. USS Destiny
Physicals?
Carter: *walks over to Dre* And who is this? *pulls
out a PADD and types into it*
Dre: This officer is due to have a physical. *motions
to Mr. Sparks*
Carter: I see... *looks over at Sparks and smiles*
Relax, I'm just a doctor. You don't have anything I
haven't seen before. *picks up a tricorder and motions
to a screened off area* You can change over there and
then sit on that biobed. *points to a biobed on the
far side of sickbay*
Dre: Need any assistance doctor?
Carter: Can you finish going over the hypospray vials
for me? *hands her the PADD that she had in her hand*
Thank you. *looks to Sparks* Now, go ahead and change
into the gown and meet me on that biobed. *walks over
to the far side of sickbay, tricorder in hand*
OFF:
[Tag Sparks & Dre]
Lieutenant Alyssa Carter
Assistant Medical Officer
USS Destiny
God Save Us All From Diplomatic Protocol....
ON:
*She followed them, and was beginning already to doubt the choice to
send officers rather than diplomats to do this...she supposed that
later on that evening, she would have to, as soon as possible,
indoctrinate her small team in all the nuances of Arkhamite
society...thankfully, the Arkhamites didn't consider a handshake
_rude_, as some other species might...they just didn't understand
it...she leaned over to whisper in Delan & Carver's ears...*
Liri: *quietly* Don't do anything unless I tell you to...
Carver: Can we breath...?
Liri: *rolls her eyes* Yes. What I mean is...let me handle the
contact procedures and such!
Delan: *remembering the strange look at his extended hand*
Agreed...so, what should we know about these people...?
Liri: I'll give you the full update later...what you need to know
right now is...don't mention the shielded area, don't raise your
little finger, and don't make eye contact with anyone. Oh...and don't
invoke 'the goddess' unless you're really serious...apparently, an
oath sworn to their goddess holds something akin to the power of law.
*At this point, they reach a room and are seated, Liri across from
the liaison...*
Jubal: Commander Liri...
Liri: *taking a deep breath* First of all, we should work on the
seating arrangements, I think...then we can get onto the menu, the
script, the speeches, and the light level...I say we let some of our
assistants handle the placement of silverware and plates, and you and
I can concentrate on the room, the decor, and the agenda...
OFF:
=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO
USS Destiny
Up brushing....
ON:
Delan: So, Kyja, what do you want us to do?
Liri: Do you know anything about seating
arrangements-protocol? Diplomatic seating
arrangements, I mean...
Delan: It seems I forgot to bring my dictionary...
Carver: Commander, the meaning of that is "do you know
how to put people to maximize the conversation
regarding the diplomatic issue at hand?"
Delan: * Looking at Carver * Ah, Kyja, you brought the
living Diplomat to English dictionary. I didn't need
mine after all....
Carver: Sorry, sir...
Delan: No, Lieutenant. Didn't they teach you at the
Academy not to apologize if your right, not even to a
Commander?
Carver: Well... Yes...
Delan: Good. Then stop it... * Smiles, broadly *
Liri: You two have to get as much knowledge about the
Arkamites as possible. What do they eat, what are
their biggest fears, how do they eat, do they use
cutlery? These things.
Delan: Aren't you supposed to know this?
Liri: I do, but you don't. And you're going to be at
the dinner too. To help the others who doesn't know.
So get to it.....
Delan: Ok, we'll do our best.
* Carver nods agreeingly *
Liri: And you two, * turning her head to look straight
at Delan * especially you Farel, have to brush up on
diplomatic protocol, you've got two hours to become
experts.
Delan: * Makes a vague salute * Yes, ma'am.
Liri: Stop it! * Smiles * Now get going...
Carver: * As they start to walk away again *
Commander, have you noticed how cold it is?
Delan: Yes. I have.... But just out here... Not in the
transporter room... And that ambassador, Jubal, was
all sweetly...
Carver: Yeah... I noticed that Arkham is a bit further
away from the systems sun that usual for a planet
containing sentient indigenous life-forms...
Delan: My God, you actually are a living dictionary
aren't you?
Carver: Not really.... So, where shall we go?
Delan: The library?
Carver: That's why your a commander and I'm a
lieutenant... You know all those smart things...
Delan: * Looking at Carver with a little suspicious
look * You know I can't promote you, you know?
Carver: Bugger.... * Smiles *
Delan: I like you, Carver. You've got.... You've
got...
Carver: A brain, sir?
Delan: Do you? * Drawing a quick breath, and then a
rather ironic look spread across his face * I mean...
Sure you do....
* They both laugh as they enter the library *
OFF:
Delan Farel
Chief of Operations
USS Destiny
Wrapping up the medical round
OFF:
Back to your regularly scheduled programming shortly...
ON:
[[Destiny, Exam Room 2]]
Kurdin: ...and make sure you eat enough vegetables,
your vitamin D levels are a bit low. Alright, you can
get dressed and leave Mr. Sparks... you happen to be
finished.
Sparks: Thank my lucky stars.
[[Destiny, Sickbay]]
*Kurdin exits Exam Room 2 and walks back into the main
area, Dr. Carter hands him two PADDs and he quickly
studies them. He moves towards Exam Room 1 and
enters*
[[Destiny, Exam Room 1]]
*Skimmel waits, in PTs, for the doctor, as the doors
open, he stands.*
Skimmel: Good afternoon Lieutenant.
Kurdin: Afternoon sir? *checks the chronometer* I
must've missed lunch. That explains my hunger. *sets
the PADDs down* You are scheduled for a type II... a
light one this month. *he scans the captain, has him
perform a few balancing positions and tests reflexes*
Skimmel: So how'd I do?
Kurdin: Well, you could use to exercise a little
more... I'm prescribing an hour long walk a week in
the holodecks.
Skimmel: That's not too terrible... what else?
Kurdin: Otherwise you are doing fine... you stress
levels were a little higher than normal but nothing to
be worried about... especially considering the past
few weeks. You have a clean bill of health Captain...
*enters something on the PADD and hands it to Skimmel*
If you could hand that to Nurse Dre on your way out,
that'd be great.
Skimmel: No problem.
*they both exit, Kurdin ducks back into Exam 2 and
finds his last patient of the day*
OFF:
Who's it gonna be?
=^= Lt. Ivan Kurdin MD =^=
CMO USS Destiny
Wrapping up the medical round
ON:
Kelly: Make it snappy. I'm not the biggest fan of being in sickbay.
Kurdin: Didn't you want to be a doctor?
Kelly: I'm not wearing blue am I?
OFF:
Tag.
=/\= Lieutenant Jennifer "Jenn" Kelly =/\=
Chief of Security
USS Destiny
On
[[ Bridge. USS Destiny]]
Harper: /No, run some primary scans on that area. / * Turning to the
Captain * Sir, Venka has detected a life form within the dome.
Skimmel: A life form? * Standing up and walking over *
Harper: Yes. It was just there for 2.3 seconds then vanished, but it's a
life form- of some sort
Skimmel: Is it, Humanoid
Harper: Its difficult to tell. The erratic ness of the domes phase shift
makes it almost impossible to get a clear reading on it.
Skimmel: I think it would best if we kept this too ourselves for the
meantime. Considering Been's reaction. We don't want to cause any upsets
before the negotiations have begun. Keep me informed of further
developments
Harper: Aye sir-.
Cassandra: * Looking over to Harper * Find a bogeyman?
Harper: * grinning * Looks like it.
Cassandra: The Arkhamite's have an immense fear of what ever is under that
doom
Harper: They do indeed. But you can't keep you fears locked up forever-.
Off
=/\= Ensign Victoria Harper=/\=
Acting Chief Science Officer. USS Destiny
Wrapping up the medical round
ON:
*Venka continues running a scan on the mountain ranges, just in case this
life form appears again, she leans forward and blinks as she feels like her
eyes are getting a little blurry, and she knows why. She's been staring at
this screen forever it seems.*
Kurdin: Kurdin to Venka.
Venka:*answers* Venka here, what may I help you with?
Kurdin: Yes I need you down to sickbay. You are next to be given a
physical.
Venka:*raises her eyebrow* I do not need one.
Kurdin: Orders Ma'am. See you there shortly. *signs off*
Venka:*sighs* great..*sits up and taps her com badge* Venka to Harper.
Harper: Harper here.
Venka: Yes I have to go to sickbay for a physical. I am having an ensign
take my place, just to watch it until I get back.
Harper: Of course, dont be to long.
Venka: Don't worry I don't plan on it. Venka out. *turns to one of the
ensigns in the room* please take my place Ensign Johnson.
Johnson: Yes ma'am *walks over to the console*
Venka:*exits the room and heads for sickbay*
OFF:
I suppose I will allow Venka to be next, since she hasn't been to sickbay in
awhile.
Lieutenant J/G Venka.
Science Department.
USS Destiny.
The Brass
ON:
[[ Bridge ]]
* Ensign Teal turns to Capt. Skimmel *
Teal: Capt. I have the USS James T. Kirk on comms, sir.
Skimmel: On screen, Ens.
* The screen lights up and Admiral Zark appears *
Zark: Captain Skimmel.
Skimmel: * stands * Admiral.
Zark: I trust things are going well.
Skimmel: Yes sir. The protocol officers are planetside and
scheduled to check in momentarily.
Zark: Good. The first councilor and I will be
arriving slightly ahead of schedule.
Skimmel: Should I inform the Arkhamites?
Zark: No, were not that far ahead. Anything else?
Skimmel: Sir?
Zark: David, we've known each other too long. You can't
tell me that shield hasn't peeked your curiosity.
Skimmel: * smiles * Well, Admiral we have scanned it. All we can say
for sure is that it makes the Arkhamites nervous.
Zark: Yes. The federation is anxious for Arkham to
join, however I would feel better knowing exactly
what requires a shield of that magnitude and
power consumption.
Skimmel: Agreed Admiral.
Zark: Keep scanning, but don't upset the Arkhamites.
Report to me everything you find out. Understood?
Skimmel: Understood Admiral. There was a brief flash when
our science officer thought she detected a
lifeform, but it was too short for confirmation.
Zark: * stands * Hmm... Keep me informed Captain. Zark out.
Skimmel: Yes sir.
* The screen goes black *
Skimmel: Any word from the away team?
Teal: No sir. They are not scheduled to check in for
another 7 minutes, 16 seconds. Do you want me too
contact them?
Skimmel: No. As long as we have a secure lock on all of
them, we'll wait for regular check in.
Cassandra: What about when Destiny crosses the Zeta axis?
Will the away team being staying planetside once
we lose transport capability, Sir?
Skimmel: That depends on what they report I suppose. How
long before we reach Zeta and lose tracking?
Cassandra: At present speed 7 hours, 14 minutes, 28 seconds.
Skimmel: What about the shield?
Cassandra: Zeta axis lost in 27 minutes, 11 seconds on
the southern hemisphere.
Skimmel: What if we change course to horizontal orbit?
Cassandra: We lose the angle of scanning, but we can
continue scanning indefinitely.
Skimmel: How will that change the Zeta on the away team?
Cassandra: We will lose 39 minutes, 4 seconds, sir.
Skimmel: Make it so.
* Ens. Cassandra makes the course corrections, bring Destiny into a
horizontal orbit around Arkham *
Cassandra: Geo-synchronous orbit established sir.
Skimmel: Very good Ens.
* Capt. Skimmel smiles as Ens. Cassandra lets him finish his sentences
this time. *
Skimmel: ~ She's learning. ~
Cassandra: * smirks * ~ I try Captain. ~
Skimmel: * frowns * And it was going so well.
Jazz: Captain?
Skimmel: Nothing Jazz. Nothing.
OFF:
Ensign Cassandra
Navigator
USS Destiny
The sagas tell so much....
ON:
[[Arkham, Library]]
Delan: Carver, look at this. It say here that "Once,
long before we were here, the Arkham was ruled by
hideous creatures. One we arrived we saved the Arkham
from their grip." What do you think about that?
Carver: I don't know, sir. I could guess something
with the shield...
Delan: Don't get your hopes up... Let's ask around a
little, shall we?
Carver: Yes, sir... I'll ask the librarian.
Delan: Good... And Tyrone, don't forget to report
in... In * looks at his chronometer * 5 minutes. OK?
Carver: Yes, sir.
Delan: Farel! * Smiles *
Carver: Yes.... Farel....
Delan: Good, now be off....
* Carver walks off to the desk where the librarian
sits. He seems to get a few answers but the librarian
also seems to get very nervous and less and less
comfortable... Delan pays no attention *
Delan: ~ Probably just her first day... So, where were
we? Ah, yes... Diplomatic protocol... ~
OFF:
Kris? TAG....
Delan Farel
Chief of Operations
USS Destiny
Hashing Out A Plan
ON:
*Liri and Jubal had spent the last three hours hashing out seating
arrangements, menus, and the like...now, both women were hunches over
computer PADDs, sitting across from each other, trying to draw up a
preliminary negotiation schedule...*
Liri: ...but, if we do that, Councilor Ulani won't have time to take
an afternoon break and wet it's gills...
Jubal: *sighs and scratches out the schedule* What if we just flipped
a coin..?
liri: *laughs* I doubt it...but instead, couldn't we put...trade
negotiations...on the third day...and leave midday Tuesday open?
Jubal: *shakes her head no* No...that would leave too little time
on...the day after the day after that...
Liri: Not necessarily...what if we took the three-hour block on
Wednesday...and made it into a four-hour...stretching things, I
know...but we could add a fifteen minute break there...and that in
turn leaves a fifteen-minute open on Thursday...which means we
_could_ move the trade talks to then, and that would leave a half-
hour on Tuesday, unless we....
OFF: Liri and Jubal, doing what no one else would dare to do...! ;)
=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO
USS Destiny
Crash
ON:
[[Arkham - Conference Facilities]]
* Harshaw and Liri stand side by side as Skimmel materializes in the
reception area. One of Harshaw's assistants stands slightly behind him
and to the left. Skimmel is wearing a formal dress white uniform and what
can only be described as a cone shaped hat. He nods slightly. *
Assistant: * Whispering. * He has the hat on backwards.
Liri: I will make a note of that. Jubal, please advise your chancellor
that although we will have briefed the First Councilor and will be there
to assist.
Harshaw: Mistakes will happen. I understand completely. Shall we continue
with the rehearsal? * Liri nods and Harshaw turns his attention back to
Skimmel. * First Councilor. I am Chancellor Voriden. On behalf of the
people of Arkham I wish to bid you and Admiral Zark welcome.
* He bows slightly. *
Liri: Do not bow too deeply. The First Councilor will expect you to be
respectful but not submissive. It would be well to offer the First
Councilor your right hand and this point.
Harshaw: Yes. Of course. The handshake. I had forgotten.
* He holds out his hand toward to Skimmel who takes one step forward
toward the Liaison Officer, and clasps it in a firm grasp.
Harshaw: Gently. The Chancellor will not expect such a firm grasp.
Liri: Not a firm grasp. Got it.
Skimmel: * Bowing as he speaks. * The please is entirely mine and the
Federation's. I look forward to meeting with you as an equal in the
Federation Council Chamber.
* Skimmel releases the handshake and steps back. Liri consults her PADD
and nods. Another Arkhamite bursts into the room, races over to Harshaw
and bows deeply. *
Harshaw: What is it? This rehearsal is important.
Second Assistant: Air Traffic has detected a second ship coming in low
and fast over the southern polar region.
Harshaw: * clearly startled. * Destiny?
Second Assistant: No sir. It is another smaller ship inbound from space.
Skimmel: It may be the Admiral's Yacht.
Harshaw: You knew something about this?
Skimmel: I spoke with Admiral Zark some time ago. He informed me that he
and the First Councilor would be coming in slightly earlier than
anticipated. I asked if I should notify you. He told me that it would be
only a few hours earlier than originally planned. I had no idea they
would come in three days early.
Harshaw: And the Field?
Second Assistant: Unless they alter course in the next few minutes, they
will intersect it.
Liri: This is bad, Captain.
Skimmel: * Tapping his communicator. * Skimmel to Destiny. Hobbes. What
is happening?
Jazz: // Captain. I've just gotten off the horn with Admiral Zark. He and
the First Councilor have decided to visit us for a few days. //
Skimmel: Then it is Zark. Skimmel out. * Tapping his communicator again.
* Skimmel to Admiral Zark.
Zark: // We're a little busy at the moment, David. Can this wait? //
Skimmel: I'm afraid not, Noah. You must alter course to avoid the force
field.
Zark: // You always were the conservative one, David. //
Harshaw: He must not go near the forcefield, Captain.
Skimmel: Admiral. The Arkhamites feel it is vitally important that you
steer clear of the forcefield.
Zark: // We know precisely where the forcefield is. We'll come close but
we won't touch it. //
Harshaw: The multiphasic nature of the shield makes locating it precisely
extremely difficult.
Skimmel: Admiral...
Zark: // I heard him. Let him know that I have the finest sensors in
Starfleet on this pig. //
Harshaw: Captain. He must turn aside.
Skimmel: Admiral. It is becoming a diplomatic matter.
Zark: // Tell him not to get his panties in a bunch. I'm just going to
get close enough to try synchronizing my shields with the force field and
I'll be out harm's way. //
Second Assistant: He's going to make contact in five seconds.
Skimmel: Admiral. Turn aside now.
Zark: // Just a second and I'll have...//
* Then only silence. *
Skimmel: Noah. Skimmel to Admiral Stark. * More silence. * Skimmel to
Hobbes. Tell me you have a lock on the Admiral's Yacht.
Jazz: // Negative sir. We have lost contact with them. //
Second Assistant: * touching his ear. * Air Traffic confirms loss of
contact at the precise moment they calculate for impact with the field.
Harshaw: Then they are lost. Captain. Commander Liri. You have our
greatest sympathy for your loss.
Jazz: // I am preparing an away team to search for survivors, Captain. If
the Arkhamites can give us the data to synchronize with the shields. //
Harshaw: We can not do that.
Skimmel: Why not? We have people down inside the field.
Harshaw: This is one thing about us that you can not understand. It is
impossible.
Skimmel: Obviously I don't understand. Even damaged there is a reasonable
chance that someone has survived the crash. With medical treatment they
may recover.
Harshaw: I doubt it. Conditions inside the field are extreme.
Temperatures this time of year never get above -20. Even if you could get
to them using your marvelous transporter technology they would be dead by
now.
Skimmel: Let us try. Our medical technologies....
Harshaw: * Holding up his hand. * Try to understand Captain. The field is
... is ... sacred is not quite the right word but it conveys the idea.
Nothing goes into the field. Nothing ever comes out. And that is the way
it must be. Forever.
Skimmel: Mr. Harshaw...
Harshaw: Forever, Captain. You have my sympathies. Commander Liri. In
light of the events, I feel we can safely postpone the welcoming
ceremonies.
OFF:
=/\= Captain David Skimmel =/\=
Commanding Officer, USS Destiny
Alert Status
OFF:
This takes place during/after Skimmel's post
ON:
[[Destiny, Main Sickbay]]
*It had been a long day, but not too long, Kurdin was
working the short shift this week but that meant he
had to pull a 20 hour shift sometime during the next
week. He was locking up his office when his commbadge
chirped.*
Jazz: //Ivan, the First Councilor's yacht just crashed
on Arkham, we're going to need an emergency medical
team standing by...//
Kurdin: I understand... Kurdin out. Dre, grab a
medpack and come with me... Carter, you're in charge
here. *he grabs a duffel that had been just inside
his office door and ran out with Dre on his heels...
they were headed for the bridge*
OFF:
Tag Dre, Carter, Jazz
=^= Lt. Ivan Kurdin MD =^=
CMO USS Destiny
To Sort Out The Fire....
ON:
*Liri stood there...she wanted to put her head in her hands, but good
diplomats didn't do that, she remembered...*
Liri: *nods curtly* Indeed. ~~Damn, damn, _damn_! Why didn't they
listen to us...?!? And oh, damn...damn...~~ *she looks over at the
captain...she knew, if only because of the RNZ incident, that he
would go in after them...and she knew, as before, that when he
did...it would fall to her to stop the fire from turning into a
diplomatic supernova...* *to Skimmel* Sir?
OFF:
=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO
USS Destiny
Mystery Tour
On
[[ Bridge. USS Destiny]]
*Musing over the consol Harper calls up a screen, the shielding had caught
her interest as had the mountain range, and her curiosity was on the verge
of obsession on finding out about them*
Harper: Computer * chirp * call up any information to do with planetary
multiphasic shielding
*Harper leans back in her chair reading the screen, idly picking on a
small piece of skin on her index finger*
Harper: Compare findings of Arkhms shielding with all relevant data
Computer: [No match found]
Harper: Thought as much-* Leans forward her hand under her chin * But I
like a challenge
* Out of the blue, there was a sudden impact and a disturbance of the
planets shielding as the Admirals yacht disappears from sensor readings *
Jazz: Harper, can you get a reading on the yacht?
Harper: No. Sensors cannot penetrate the shielding at this time. I am
calibrating a trajectory profile of the impact course and speed * her
hands move over the consol gently, and quickly, almost like a caress * I
have it-* the screen shows the impact point of the shuttle and its course.
Directly toward the high mountains range *
Jazz: Where?
Harper: On an impact course with the mountain ranges I picked up earlier.
* Puts the image up on the main screen * the temperature inside the dome
is -20. By nightfall it will drop considerably lower.
Off
=/\= Ensign Victoria Harper=/\=
Acting Chief Science Officer. USS Destiny
Crash
[[Somewhere in the south polar region of Arkham]]
On:
*A large amount of snow slowly settles around a small metal craft
that had come in hard on the side of the mountain. Except for a hole
in the port side of the yacht, It was still basically intact. Inside
the craft for several moments after the crash there was complete
silence. Then in one corner of the control area some debris that had
fallen began to stir.*
*As the debris is shoved aside a Vulcan officer with Lt. Commander
pips picks himself up out of the debris. He walks over to the other
passengers and checks each one. They were alive but unconscious. He
then goes over to the control panel only to find no power to the
console. He noted the cold inside and realised that they had a hull
breach and that the severe cold would be too much for each of them to
handle.*
*He remembered seeing the Destiny in orbit and hoped that maybe he
could get a message to someone through the forcefield even though the
odds were greatly against him.*
Suvock: *Tapping Com Badge* Lt. Commander Suvock to U.S.S.
Destiny.....*Silence*.... Suvock to anyone........*silence*
*Suvock walks back to the Admiral and the other passengers and takes
out a med kit and emergency supplies and starts the task of tending
to the others. He had informed the Admiral on several occasions
during their decent that getting too close to the forcefield was
dangerous but the Admiral had illogically dismissed the danger. Even
when he heard Captain Skimmel over the com tell the Admiral this,
Suvock knew that Zark would not heed the warning.*
*As he tended to minor wounds on the Admiral and the First Councilor
he suddenly thought he felt another entity nearby somewhere outside
the ship. Then what he had sensed stopped. He dismissed the
feeling to the situation and the jolt he took on impact. His next
course of action would be to try to get heat inside the ship. For if
not he knew logically that they would all die.*
Off:
=/\=
Lt. Commander Suvock
Engineering Officer
Attached to Admiral Zark's Yacht
Wrapping up the medical round
ON
Kurdin: Didn't you want to be a doctor?
Kelly: I'm not wearing blue am I? *Just as she
finishes the question, the alert status changes to
yellow. She notices, and gets herself ready to go.*
Gotta go doc. Sparks! Move! Harding, you're with me!
Sparks: I see it! *To Harding* Come on, Harding. We
got work to do.
Harding: What's going on, sir?
Sparks: Dunno. Chief, you know what's up?
Kelly: Nope. We'll go to the office and see what's up
from there. *Soon enough they reach the security
office* Bridge, this is the security office, can I
have a sitrep, please?
Hobbes: +We are still assessing the situation, but it
looks like the Admiral's shuttle has crashed inside
the polar shield. If I know the Captain, he's going to
send a crew down to get 'em out, so get your crew
together, and as many cold climate suits and heavy
weapons as you can find. It gets no warmer than minus
twenty in the daytime in there, and a helluva lot
colder at night. Clear?+
Kelly: Understood. Kelly out. Harding, get a security
team into the armoury to get all the phaser rifles
they can find. Also get plasma grenades, extra sarium
krellide cells, defensive frontier monitors, security
sensors, and three or four photon mortars. He wants
heavy weapons, he'll get 'em. Protocol officer's not
gonna like this. Bring them all back here and stage
them in this room. We'll take what we're allowed. Get
going. *He goes with five other NPC S/O's to retrieve
a garrison's worth of weaponry.* Sparks, you're with
me.
Sparks: Awww, I wanted to play with the guns too!
Kelly: No, we gotta find some super-mega arctic gear.
I hear it gets chilly down there.
Sparks: Perhaps some shelters too?
Kelly: Good idea, man. ~Let's see, what else in
survival gear?...~
OFF
Lieutenant J.G.
Sparks, Colin M.(Human)
Assistant security chief
USS Destiny NCC-42691
Cold? Bah
ON:
[[Destiny, Bridge]]
Jazz: Kurdin, you're not planning on going down to the
planet like that are you? *he looks down at his
normal duty uniform*
Kurdin: Why not?
Jazz: It's minus 20 there!
Kurdin: Hmm... right... I should wear shorts.
Jazz: *as Kurdin hops in the turbolift* Russians!
[[A few minutes later]]
*Kurdin steps off the turbolift wrapped in a thick
oilskin (no it's not oil, but it is oil-treated) and
various other furry things, and on top of his head is
a simple cap, it made him look much larger than he
really was...*
Dre: That doesn't look in regulation sir...
Kurdin: Correct... but at least in this, I won't get
cold even if it's minus 50!
OFF:
Russians know their cold weather gear... even if it is
ancient technology.
=^= Lt. Ivan Kurdin =^=
CMO USS Destiny
Cold? Bah
ON:
[[Destiny, Bridge]]
Jazz: *as Kurdin hops in the turbolift* Russians!
Wallace: *Coming up from behind* Jazz?
Jazz: *knowing what's coming* Yes, you can go too, Wallace. Kelly's in
charge, though, so no heroics. You got that?
Wallace: Of course. *grins* I'll just follow orders like I always do,
boss. *ponders a moment* You know, I've been wanting to seriously
field-test one of those new-fangled teleporting slugthrowers I've been
hearing so much about. We wouldn't happen to have one, would we?
Jazz: I really wouldn't know. Guns aren't my area of expertise.
Wallace: Pity. They're a lot of fun, provided you use them responsibly.
I'll go ask Kelly, she'll know if we've got one. Adios, boss.
Jazz: *puts a hand on his shoulder as he leaves* Keep 'em alive, Ensign.
Wallace: *nodding grimly* That's my job.
OFF:
TAG to Kelly and the Security team. Can't hurt to have one more combat vet
on this mission. Who knows what kind of nasties we'll find down there?
P.S. Kurdin/Connelly/McGlone knows the precise model designation of the
weapon I described, though it has slipped my mind.
Ensign John Wallace
TAC, USS Destiny
=/\=
No so fast!
ON:
[[ USS Destiny // Bridge ]]
* Ens. Teal is busily coordinating transmissions while trying,
uselessly to raise the Admiral's craft. Suddenly... *
Teal: Cmndr. I have StarFleet Command on channel one.
They're asking to speak to the Captain.
Jazz: Patch it through to him.
* Ens. Teal sends the transmission down to the planet surface. *
Skimmel: + Skimmel, here. +
Admiral Sulu: + Admiral Sulu here captain. We just received
an emergency communiqué from Arkham. Is it true
the Admiral's shuttle went down. +
Skimmel: + Yes ma'am, but we are on top of it. My crew
is preparing an away team now. Jazz? +
Jazz: + Assembling as we speak sir. They'll be
departing shortly. +
Sulu: + Negative! Your orders are to assist the
Arkhamites in rescue efforts, ONLY! +
Skimmel: + But Admiral, the Arkhamites aren't planning a
rescue. They've written them off. +
Sulu: + Understood Captain. But YOU WILL NOT violate
Arkham sovereignty. Is that clear? +
Skimmel: + What about the Admiral and the others? +
Sulu: + The Arkhamites have informed me that they do
not believe them to be alive. Do you have proof
otherwise? +
Skimmel: + Jazz? +
Jazz: * turning to Harper, then Teal * + NO sir. We still can't get
through that shield. +
Sulu: + Then it stands. StarFleet regulations forbid
the intrusion into the forbidden zone. +
Skimmel: + Admiral, with all do respect... +
Sulu: + I understand your situation and feeling
Captain. But you know the regs as well as I.
And we don't want a repeat of the last incident
do we? No. Now acknowledge my orders.
Skimmel: + Acknowledged. +
Sulu: + I'm sorry Captain, but we all know the risk
when we put on the uniform. Sulu out! +
* The channel goes static as the bridge crew stares at each other in
disbelief. *
Jazz: Well it didn't take the Arkhams any time to
throw a monkey wrench in this.
Cassandra: As I said earlier Jazz, they have an a totally
irrational and almost hysterical fear of whatever they believe is within the shield.
Skimmel: + Jazz? +
Jazz: + Right here Captain. +
Skimmel: + Beam me up. Have the senior staff report. +
Jazz: + Aye aye sir. + Ens. Teal?
Teal: + Transporter room, beam the Captain up. +
* Flipping a switch, shipwide comms engages. *
Teal: + Attention all senior staff member to the
bridge. I repeat, all senior staff members to the bridge. +
* Walking over to Harper, Jazz places her hand on her shoulder. *
Jazz: Victoria, we need a way through that shield.
Harper: * frowns * Understood.
Jazz: * smiles * You can do it. Cassandra?
Cassandra: Ma'am?
Jazz: Lay in a course for the impact site. Prepare
to move us out of orbit.
Cassandra: Already laid in and awaiting orders, ma'am.
Jazz: * walking over to comms * Teal, I don't know your first name,
but I need a way through to the Admiral's shuttle. We have to know
how badly everyone's hurt.
Teal: With all do respect Cmndr. All attempts thus
far have failed. The shield is preventing us
from any intrusion into the region.
Jazz: And probably preventing them from getting any
signal out.
Teal: Possibly, but you must prepare yourself for
the possibility that the Arkhams are correct
and they are all dead.
Jazz: * turning * Not until I have too. For now standard
procedures for lost contact. They're alive until we find out otherwise.
Cassandra: Well, why don't we neutralize the shield until
we can effect a rescue?
Harper: You mean disable it?
Jazz: No. That would be deemed as an attack upon
Arkham. Go on.
Cassandra: It's a meta-phasic shield. Surely we can find a
way to disrupt it long enough to find our people.
Jazz: * turning * Victoria, any ideas?
OFF:
Ensign Teal
Comms. Officer
USS Destiny
Reporting
ON:
[[Main Engineering]]
Haskell (NPC Engineer): What about a probe? If we could get a probe
in. . .
Donnelly: We'd lose control of it, and we'd lose contact with it. And
it'd make the natives unhappy.
Haskell: You wouldn't think such a new member would let an Admiral
and his entire staff die - certainly doesn't look good.
Donnelly: Well, we'll leave the politics to the politicians. Sure,
it's what they're there for. Our job is to. . .
*She is interrupted by the shipwide comm system*
Teal: + Attention all senior staff member to the bridge. I repeat,
all senior staff members to the bridge. +
Donnelly: *halfway out the door* Keep brainstorming! We'll know more
when I get back!
[[Bridge]]
*Moira gets off the turbolift and looks around. The atmosphere is
very tense and quiet activity buzzes at every station. A worried-
looking Jazz leans over someone's shoulder, reading a viewscreen. She
looks tired, thinks Moira. The trial and the loss of her family must
be taking more of a toll than she's letting on.*
Donnelly: Jazz, what's goin' on, then?
Jazz: We're going to look for Zark's shuttle. One way or another.
*Moira turns around at the sound of a whooshing door. Skimmel steps
onto the Bridge. And he doesn't look happy.*
OFF:
Lt. Commander Moira Donnelly
Chief Engineer, USS Destiny
Mystery Tour
ON:
*after getting back from her false physical she returns to her station
allowing Ensign Johnson to return to his. Venka then starts up her screen on
the mountain ranges.*
Venka: Enlarge screen. *she says and the mountains get close to the
screen, still not getting anything* enlarge screen again..*it gets closer to
her viewing eye, suddenly through the snow covered mountains she spots
smoke, looks like chimney smoke or something.." smoke?..*taps her comm badge*
Venka to Harper!
Harper: Harper here, you got anything?
Venka: well perhaps. I enlarged the screen so I could see up close..
Harper: yes?
Venka:well as I can see there is smoke coming from somehow, looks like
chimney smoke..
OFF:
Lieutenant J/G Venka.
Science department.
USS Destiny.
On
[[ Bridge. USS Destiny]]
Harper: Harper here, you got anything?
Venka: well perhaps. I enlarged the screen so I could see up close-
Harper: yes?
Venka: well as I can see there is smoke coming from somehow, looks like
chimney smoke... - -
Harper: + Chimney smoke *? *+
Venka: +Yes. It is most illogical. But it is there none the less-+
Harper: +Venka; when the shields are in sync I want you to look for-signs
of existence+
Venka: +A centre of population+
Harper: +Yes. Work with Ensign Johnson (NPC) on fine-tuning the sensors;
it will be virtually impossible when it goes opaque. Look for anything+
Venka: +Understood. Venka out+
- -
Cassandra: It's a meta-phasic shield. Surely we can find a way
to disrupt it long enough to find our people.
Jazz: * turning * Victoria, any ideas?
- -
Harper: Well-When Admiral Zark's shuttle impacted with the shielding it
was in sync, and was able to penetrate it. Like a sort of bubble-
Jazz: And. Is there any way we can go in-undetected?
Harper: * Grinning slightly * Nothing is impossible. We can enter the
shielding in the same manner as the Admirals yacht, only Arkham's
planetary sensors may detect us. Transporters are out of the question,
Communication links-well with a bit of work we may be able to gain some
form of communication-
Jazz: Getting back to getting in-
Harper: Yes ma-Jazz. With a bit of work we may be able or re-modulate one
of the shuttles shielding to that of Arkham's sensors, we may be able to
enter undetected then. It will take a bit of work-
* Jazz looks up as Moira walks on too the bridge. Moments later a not
very happy looking Captain follows *
Off
=/\= Lt. jg Victoria Harper=/\=
acting Chief Science Officer. USS Destiny
Back in action!
ON:
Kelly: So, think we're well equipped enough? I never thought we'd get to play with
these kinds of toys while assigned here.
Sparks: Some heavy artillery isn't it?
*door chimes*
Kelly: Come in.
Wallace: Ah, Lieutenant Kelly, just who I was looking for...
Kelly: Hey, what's new?
Wallace: Just looking to supply the troops and find out what the game plan is....
Kelly: Well... hopefully there'll be less killing this time around than the last...
don't want to go through that entire trial process again. *grins*
OFF:
Tag to Wallace!
=/\= Lieutenant Jennifer "Jenn" Kelly =/\=
Chief of Security
USS Destiny
Fire & Ice
OFF: Heh. *grins widely* I'm from Minneapolis, which is along the
same latitude as some Russian cities...and -50 is indeed not a good
time to be outside...! (However, I like cold better than heat...!) ;)
I agree that it's really, really stupid to go out in winter
conditions improperly dressed--it could (as was drilled into me as a
child...;) cost you your life...however, I do believe that the shorts
comment was meant as a joke...;) (In fact, we have similar jokes
here...!) Oh yes--and this may be a bit early to inform you all, but
I will be out of the country from January 1st to January 22nd.
ON:
*Liri had sat in her room on Arkham since the accident...figuring out
how the hell she would deal with this, no matter what the outcome,
how she could try and put out the large diplomatic fire that was
bound to result on this world of ice, no matter what, when she got a
call from the Destiny...*
Liri: +Hello?+
Skimmel: +Cmdr. Liri?
Liri: +Yes sir.+
Skimmel: +Is this channel secure?+
Liri: +Yes sir. What do you need?+
OFF:
=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO
USS Destiny
Request
ON:
[[ USS Destiny ]]
* As the away team stands ready for the go command, Ens. Cassandra
sits at the navigator's station. She has been biting her lip since
this began. Jazz walks over to her, placing her hand on her shoulder. *
Jazz: * smiles * What is it Cassandra?
Cassandra: Nothing. Just a thought.
Jazz: * frowns * Okay. Spill it.
Cassandra: I think I could better serve on the away team.
Jazz: * curious * And your reasoning?
Cassandra: Four or five reasons.
Jazz: Go on.
Cassandra: Well with what Lt. Harper is proposing, your
going to need exact timing maneuvers. One split
second off and the shuttlecraft either strikes
the shield, with her shields or..
Jazz: * nods * Or the Arkham sensors pick them up. Okay.
Cassandra: Next, we don't know what kind of damage the
Admiral's craft sustained when it entered the
shield, assuming it did make it through. It may
be a dead stick flight after the entry.
Jazz: And you think you're the best one for that.
Cassandra: Not necessarily, but if visibility goes to zero
and systems fail, I still wouldn't be totally
blind.
Jazz: But there's no guarantee.
Cassandra: No, but it does hedge the bet as it were.
Jazz: And...
Cassandra: My exo-skeleton is far more efficient than
senses. My sensors won't be affected by the
inclimate weather.
Jazz: Providing you aren't damaged when passing
through the shield. And we still have the away
teams equipment.
Cassandra: I do not believe the shield will affect any of
my systems. It was designed to withstand much
more directed energy fluxes than a multi-phasic
shield will deliver.
Jazz: Okay.
Cassandra: I don't have to have comms to communicate with
the ship. As far as I know, they haven't
created a multi-phasic shield for telepathy yet.
Jazz: But you haven't been able to contact anyone from
the crash yet.
Cassandra: Not really. So much concern and confusion here,
and I don't have a focus on a target. With
Destiny, I can focus on the captain or you.
Jazz: There will be a telepath going down already.
Cassandra: With all the other factors added in.
Jazz: * smirks * Okay, I'll run it by the captain. See what he
says. Now what's the real reason?
Cassandra: Guess I never met a boogey man before.
Jazz: If you go, it won't be on a site-seeing trip,
Ens.
Cassandra: * smiles * No ma'am.
OFF:
Ensign Cassandra
Navigator
USS Destiny
Packing the toy box
ON
Wallace: Just looking to supply the troops and find
out what the game plan is....
Kelly: Well... hopefully there'll be less killing
this time around than the last... don't want to go
through that entire trial process again. *grins*
Sparks: Yeah, but let's not open up THAT can of worms
again.
Kelly: Wallace, you can join in on the security detail
if you want, but you don't do anything without orders.
Got it? That means you don't pee unless you're told.
Not coming down on you, but after the last time you
were in a firefight, people will be watching you very
closely. Are we clear?
Wallace: As a bell, sir.
Kelly: Good. Now let's... *She is interrupted by the
intercom.*
*Shipwide*: Attention. All senior officers to the
bridge. I repeat, all senior officers to the bridge.
Kelly: Gotta go. Sparks, you're in charge until I get
back. You know what to do.
Sparks: I'm on it. *To Wallace and the gaggle of
S/O's* Okay, let's get these weapons packed for
travel. We'll sort them by priority. Most likely to be
used first, or most, get packed last. Heavy weapons on
the bottom. Ordnance for each weapon should be stored
in a smaller box, and that box will be stored in the
same bigger box as the weapon it is for. Cold weather
gear will be issued to each man. Any extras will be
placed on the side for other members of the away team
accompanying but not currently here. Any questions,
ask. Any?
Wallace: Yes sir.
Sparks: What is it Wallace?
Wallace: Can we start now sir, or are ye goin tae yak
us inta a coma? *With a sarcastic but funny Scots
accent*
Sparks: Ah canna think of a worse way tae go, Wallace.
Let's get busy. *As they both laugh a bit and get to
work. * Just don't do that too much with Lt.Kelly in
the room. Not til you get to know her really well.
Wallace: Aye sir. By the way, is it true that your
nickname is...
Sparks: *Stands up quickly and points a finger at
Wallace* AY! none of that now! We can talk about that
off duty.
Wallace: Aye sir. *As they all get into their work.*
OFF
TAG! to Wallace...
Lieutenant J.G.
Sparks, Colin M.(Human)
Assistant security chief
USS Destiny NCC-42691
Security Office
[[USS Destiny, Security Section]]
Hardings and the S/O's took off at an almost frantic pace, dodging other
ships staff along the way. Only new to the Destiny Harding hesitated only a
little, having studied every inch of her in his spare time, to better
prepare himself for just such an emergency.
Rounding the corner Harding and his small team skidded to a halt in front of
the armoury, under a heavier guard given the recent alert.
Harding: Quartermaster inside?
NPC S/O: Yes Sir
*Harding waves his team in*
NPC Duty Quartermaster Smiling in delight: Aaah Ensign Harding what can I do
you for sir?
Harding's eyes light up with a fiery passion : Guns, Lots of Guns.
NPC Quartermaster: Aye, I can see the look in your eye.. Hoping for a bit of
action eh? *The Quartermaster picks out a standard Blaster Riffle and places
it on the table top* So how many will you be needing?
Harding flashed a grin: All of it. *Harding points* Even those Sniper
Blasters we have. Security Monitors, Plasma Grenades, Mortars, Hell throw in
a few old fashioned trip wires, I get the feeling that not even an insect is
going to be allowed close to the crash site. *Waves to the other S/O's* Arm
Yourselves, Standard Kit for the moment, any extras will be distributed
later, Box the rest, lets get a move on.
A few moments later in the Security Office, Harding arrives with the S/O's
and the ordinance requested by Sparks and Kelly.
Harding: Where is the LT?
Sparks: On the Bridge, I'm in charge
*hading Smiles*: Who is the Red Shirt?
Wallace: Wallace is the name, Tactical, I'm tagging along
Harding smiles: The more the merrier I guess.
Sparks: Right lets get this kit handed out. Harding, you look after
individual Distribution, Wallace, you get those pallets we talked about
completed. Ill just have a look over this terrain...
Harding starts handing out Riffles and equipment, saying a few words to each
man, to reinforce himself in their minds as the Officer he hoped he was.
OFF:
Packing the toy box
ON:
[[Destiny Security armory]]
Wallace: *packing a crate full of phaser rifles and energy packs* Hey
Sparks!
Sparks: *going about his business* Yeah?
Wallace: *still working* We got any of those teleporting slugthrowers?
The sniper rifles?
Sparks: You mean the *insert model number*? Yeah, we got a few. Why?
Wallace: *Sealing the power packs against the cold* Well, back in my old
unit, I was a fair hand with a rifle. I figure I should go into this thing
with what I'm best with, and that's a longarm.
Sparks: Old unit? I thought you were Tactical, fresh out of the Academy.
Wallace: True enough, but you don't think it took me until I was 30 to get
through that kindergarten, do ya?
Sparks: Well, I'll have to ask the el-tee, but we'll see.
Wallace: That's all I could ask for, chief. *seals the entire package, then
starts on a new one*
Sparks: You don't plan on using it, do you?
Wallace: *stopping momentarily, fixing Sparks with a glare* No. I do not
'plan' to use it. Contrary to popular belief, I don't get my kicks by
executing unconscious Romulans. But the Arkhamites put that shield up for a
reason, and most likely that reason's dangerous. I just want to use
something that isn't some new-fangled laser toy. Since you seem to lack any
7.62 battle rifles, this thing is gonna have to suffice. *turns back to a
new crate and begins to fill it with mortar charges*
OFF:
TAG to Sparks and/or Kelly
Ensign John Wallace
TAC, USS Destiny
Short post and an OOG
OOG:
Once again, easily solved. The rescue mission is QUITE possible, and is
mentioned in the mission briefing. When Starfleet has an Admiral crash-land
on a planet, usually they'd like to get him back I'm guessing. And Pat, the
shoulder fired micro photon torpedo launchers you refer to are simply called
Isomagnetic Disintegrators (just FYI! Easier to type 2)
Second, Wallace, the weapon you are referring to I believe is the TR-116
Projectile Rifle. It fires tritanium projectiles, and utilizes a micro
transporter on the muzzle and an advanced headset exographic targeting
system. The weapon is available for Starfleet officers to replicate so feel
free and grab yourself one.
Third, anyone wanting to find out anything about trek at all, you'll
probably find a link to it at the website. If not ours then I know for sure
that the Database page on the Starfire site has several excellent links.
Now a quick post
ON:
*After the crash Carver made it his own personal mission to scrounge around
and see what he could find out about anything. He started with the local
authorities who he had made some contacts with during the meeting to discuss
security arrangements. He was evaded at every inquiry, the people would not
mention the forcefield or what lay beyond it, they would barely even
acknowledge its existence. After that he decide to look a little higher up
and met with the Defense Ministers Adjutant who seamed to have made an
impression on. After talking to her for awhile he was able to maneuver
around the subject figure out some points. The woman was not forthcoming but
Carver seamed to have earned her trust and when he started hounding her
about the loss of life that may result if she doesn't let him know, she went
silent and said no more. Obviously, whatever it was that she was afraid of
and keeping secret was way more important than the life of an Admiral. In
her mind at least. After that meeting Carver went back to the compound where
the rest of the team had been staying. he stopped by Cmdr. Liri's quarters,
when she told him to enter, she motion for him to hold on a moment, it
looked and sounded like she was talking to the cap so Carver just went and
waited in the kitchenette area for her to finish.*
Carver: ~Whatever it is...it's big, and bad.~
OFF:
2Lt. Tyrone Carver
ACTO
USS Destiny
At The Mountains of Madness
ON:
[[Science department]]
Venka: Venka out. *turns around in her chair looking for ensign Johnson
when she finds him she stands up and walks over to him*
Johnson:*looks up as he sees her* Yes Ma'am?
Venka:Will you please come help me on fine-tuning the sensors?
Johnson:*smiles slightly* Of Course. *stands up and follows Venka to her
area*
Venka:*sits down in her chair and starts studying the area again* now I
found chimney smoke in this area *points to the place where there is still
smoke but its finally disappearing* now we are going to try and find life
forms when the shields are in sync.
Johnson: I understand Ma'am. I will get right on it *starts working on it*
Venka:Thank you.
Johnson:*looks up* of course. *continues..*
Venka:*leans forward for a few hours or maybe more of fine tuning the
sensors.*
OFF:
Lieutenant J/G Venka,acting as ensign Johnson
Science department.
USS Destiny
Short post and an OOG
ON:
[[Destiny Security armory]]
Sparks: *Walking to the replicator* Computer. One TR-116 Projectile Rifle
and *looking at Wallace* how much ammo?
Wallace: *looking up* A hundred should be more than enough. I'll only use
it if the phaser rifle proves ineffective.
Sparks: *nodding* Computer. One TR-116 Projectile Rifle and one hundred
rounds of ammunition, authorization Sparks-gamma-delta-delta-niner. *the
weapon materializes, along with the requisite ammunition, in a hard polymer
drop-case* Well, there you are. You're gonna have to sign for it, of
course, and turn it in to be disintegrated once the mission's over.
Wallace: *nodding* Of course. *Finishes sealing the last box of ordnance
for transport, stands, and puts his handprint on the verification PADD
Sparks is holding* There. That should do it, eh?
Sparks: Yeah, there ya go. Just exercise some judgment, okay?
Wallace: I've been doing that since Christ was a Corporal, sir. *Takes the
rifle case and sets it next to his gear pile, adding to the phaser rifle and
cold weather gear already there.* ~I hope I don't have to use it, but who
knows what's down there? Mayhaps it's energy resistant, like those Borg
things I've heard about. It just makes sense to carry along some smoking
metal just in case. But it's gonna stay tight in that case until I need it.
No sense carrying a lethal-only weapon as primary when I might have to
stun.~ *checking to make sure the phaser-unit is in his pistol, and setting
it to stun* ~Gotta keep the locals happy~
Sparks: Hey Wallace!
Wallace: Yo!
Sparks: *Grunting under the load of a container full of photon mortar
shells* Gimme a hand with this, will ya?
Wallace: *putting his shoulder to the container, noting its contents*
Photon mortars? Boy, we're loaded for bear on this trip. And you say _I'm_
trigger-happy? *shakes his head*
OFF:
Ensign John Wallace
TAC, USS Destiny
Gettin ready to rock and roll...
ON
[[ Bridge. USS Destiny]]
Jazz: How long will it take?
Harper: Approximately two hours, I'll have Venka work with a team of
engineers on remodulating the shielding on the Newton. Cassandra's right
we will need an excellent timing maneuvering to evade the planetary
sensors. I'll come up with some sort of ghosting system in case we are
detected entering.
Jazz: Ghosting?
Harper: Yeah, If detected, we can fool Arkham's sensors in to thinking
they are scanning one of our runabouts, above the shield. If any questions
are asked we can just say, we are scanning for any life signs of the
Admiral, or some other excuse
Jazz: You mean lie to them
Harper: * Nods. Smiling * But we wont be lying, sort of, we will be
looking for life signs just not where they think were looking.
Jazz: Good get to it. Two hours you said-
Harper: Yes. We should have plenty of daylight left, sunset's in 10 hours
30 mins 34 seconds
Jazz: That will give the away team 8 and half hours to get in find the
Yacht, and get out before dark, and severe cold sets in.
Harper: There is also that life form we detected earlier. Recent scans
show it to be in the vicinity of the crash site.
Jazz: Right, get too work on the shuttle, we need to get in there
Harper: Aye. * Calls up Venka on a screen on the consol * +Venka. +
Venka: +Venka here+
Harper: + I'll need you in engineering on prepping the shielding on the
Newton. It will need to be able to withstand any instability on entering
the shielding and exiting +
OFF
Tag Venka & anyone in engineering
=/\= Lt. jg Victoria Harper=/\=
Acting Chief Science Officer. USS Destiny
Gettin ready to rock and roll...
ON:
Venka:Get right on it Miss Harper. *Venka then stands up and motions for
Ensign Johnson to come over* I will be going to engineering, will you please
take over?
Johnson: Yes ma'am.
Venka:Thank you, if anything happens please call me anytime. Goodbye.
*exits science and heads for engineering.*
[[Engineering]]
Venka:*enters* Alright I am here. I was called down here by Miss Harper to
help with prepping the shielding on the Newton. Just give me orders and I
will start..
OFF:
Lieutenant J/G Venka.
Science Department.
USS Destiny.
Growing Colder
[[Somewhere in the south polar region of Arkham]]
On:
*Suvock had managed to find as much heavy blankets and gear on yacht.
He had gone outside and brought in several large rocks and placed
them on the deck of the ship in front of the others. Using his phaser
he heated the rocks until they were glowing red and radiating heat
but he knew that neither the heat or his phaser would last forever.*
Zark: uhhhh. What happened?
Suvock: We crashed sir.
Zark: Crashed?
*Zark tries to sit up but doesn't get far before laying back down
with a thud.*
Suvock: Try to lay still sir. You are injured.
Zark: So cold......We need to raise help.......
Suvock: I have tried sir. The emergency beacon is active but
logically our signals will not be able to penetrate the shielding
around the planet.
Zark: Skimmel........Skimmel will search for us.
Suvock: Possibly. If officials on this planet will allow such a
search.
Zark: *Starting to lose consciousness* They have to.........
*With the Admiral out again, Suvock wraps himself in a blanket and
begins to dig into the yacht's systems to try and restore power.
Suvock had his doubts but it did give him something to do. Before
opening the panel he began to sense the presence again nearby. It was
only there for a moment then it was gone once more. Suvock decides to
try his com badge again.*
Suvock: *Tapping com badge* Suvock to Destiny......Suvock to
anyone.....*Silence*
*Suvock turns and opens the panel and begins to check for any power
the ship might still have.*
Off:
=/\=
Lt. Commander Suvock
Engineering Officer
Attached to Admiral Zark's yacht
Growing Colder
ON:
[[ USS Destiny / Bridge ]]
* Ensign Cassandra is manning her station, something she can do with
her eyes closed and literally is. Waiting for the decision as to
whether she will be allowed to pilot the shuttle craft, she is
actively searching the southern hemisphere for any intelligent
life. No small task, considering she is using her telepathy to try
and cover that larger area without a focus point. Suddenly... *
] Zark: Skimmel........Skimmel will search for us.
Cassandra: * standing in almost a shout * Admiral!
* The bridge crew turns to look at her. Capt. Skimmel moves quickly
to her side. *
Skimmel: * confused * Ensign?
* Her thoughts echoed by word as she tries to force the connection. *
Cassandra: Admiral! Admiral!
Skimmel: * worried * Cassandra.
* slamming her fist into the console *
Cassandra: Damn!
Jazz: * shocked * Cassandra!
Cassandra: * regaining composure * Sorry Sir.
Skimmel: * questioning * That's alright Ensign, tell me what
happened.
Cassandra: A brief momentary telepathic contact, sir.
Skimmel: * hopeful * Admiral Zark?
Cassandra: I think so sir. It was too brief for me too be sure.
Skimmel: * smiles * Good enough Cassandra. At least he's alive.
Cassandra: * frowns * Hopefully.
Skimmel * worriedly * Why?
Cassandra: It went black sir. Just gone.
Jazz: * reassuringly * He probably is injured, and passed out.
Cassandra: Captain.
Skimmel: Something else.
Cassandra: I think he was calling for you, sir.
* Turning to comms, as he walks over to Jazz.*
Skimmel: * sharply * Get me StarFleet. Admiral Sulu.
Teal: Yes, sir.
Skimmel: How long before modifications are completed?
Jazz: * Looking at Harper's screen * Within the hour.
Skimmel: And the away team?
Jazz: Waiting on the go ahead.
Skimmel: Good, I want them underway as soon as
the shuttle is finished.
Jazz: * whispering in a low tone * Understood. What if we still
don't get the go ahead from StarFleet?
OFF:
Ensign Cassandra
Navigator
USS Destiny
Get the Toolbox!
ON:
[[Corridor]]
* Donnelly walks with Harper toward Engineering. *
Donnelly: *rubbing her hands together in anticipation of the task
ahead. Modifying a Type 9A shuttle should be fun. As fun as anything
CAN be when lives are on the line, she mentally corrects herself. *
We'll do most of the work in the shuttlebay, of course. But we can
put together some of the modules we'll need in Engineering. The
shield modifications you've proposed will take a lot of power. We
won't have time to install a bigger engine in the Newton, but I can
make a few adjustments to boost output.
Harper: At this proximity we won't need a warp field to get there.
Going in on thrusters only will save power.
Donnelly: Aye. The Newton's got 2150 millicochranes. Hopefully. . .
Harper: *looking at Donnelly sideways* Hopefully what?
Donnelly: Hopefully going through that field won't cause a power
drain. If we get the shield buffers modulated just right it shouldn't
be a problem.
Harper: *confidently* I can get the modulations right.
Donnelly: Aye, I'm sure you can. Are you sure you wouldn't like to
leave that pack of blueshirts, now, and become a proper Engineer?
*She smiles crookedly at the younger woman.*
Harper: If I ever do, I'll let you know.
* Donnelly allows herself a moment of sadness, wishing Nicholas were
here to share this task with her. They'd always worked together on
projects like this. Then she pushes it aside with the sure knowledge
that Harper is more than up to the task. *
Donnelly: +Donnelly to Engineering. Mr. Harper and I are on the way.
If Venka gets there before us, have her start looking at shield
buffers and deciding which one we should use as a starting point.+
OFF:
Tag to Harper or Venka. Hey, has anyone noticed that (including the
NPC Vishee) everyone in Science has a name that starts with V?
Donnelly near Engineering with Harper
=/\=
Lt. Commander Moira Donnelly
Chief Engineer, USS Destiny
Medical chit chat
On
[[Sickbay]]
* Grabbing her medi kit and a bag Dre follows Kurdin
up to the bridge *
[[Bridge]]
Dre: Oh, haven't the bridge's changed, * having fond
memories of a past host * Oh I remember when I, or
Jared Dre used to command a constitution class, the
USS Nautilus, oh that was what, almost 90 years ago *
sighs *
* She turns and looks at the Kurdin all dressed up in
his oilskins *
Kurdin: * posing * what do you think, catching-no?
Dre: * trying not to laugh * Yeah, you're a real
lady-killer in that get up.
Kurdin: * grinning * I suggest you do the same. Trill
don't mind the cold so much a humans, but I think the
planet will be a little too cold for you liking.
Dre: I'll be ready when were ready to go, until then
Dr sweat it out-
Off
==/\==
Ensign U'nela Dre (Trill)
Head Nurse. USS Destiny
The Eternal Wait
OFF:
It's generally accepted that one needs to have a
clearance code high enough to replicate weaponry, or
be the security chief, chief tactical, or CO/XO. I
also want to point out, after some moderate research,
that the TR-116 rifle was MODIFIED off of it's
original design to have a microtransporter and
exographic targeting sensors, so the design Destiny
has would be 99.9% likely to be the original one,
without all the extra gadgets. Now on with the
show...
ON:
[[Destiny, Bridge]]
*Kurdin and Dre were leaning against the wall in back,
both were getting antsy and waiting until a rescue
attempt could be mounted. Kurdin had overheard
someone saying Arkham was saying we weren't allowed to
try and rescue the VIPs, but that was absurd. Kurdin
couldn't believe the Arkhamites wouldn't allow them to
go save the one person who pushed so hard for their
admittance into the Federation.*
Kurdin: *removing the heavy oilskin, something
Russians had worn for centuries to block the wind AND
the cold, it was merely lambskin, coated with oil and
then baked, it was incredibly warm and flexible* It is
warm Dre... I think I will avoid "sweating it out"
while we are waiting. *he lays the skin down on the
floor next to his field surgeon's pack, basically a
black backpack, underneath the oilskin he was wearing
a gray skin-tight shirt, and under his oilskin pants,
he was wearing the same. They were thermal wear, very
warm and definitely something that made the oilskins
just that much more effective* Dre, why don't you go
get into thermals now... once we're told to go, I
doubt we'll have time to wait for you.
OFF:
Tag Dre
=^= Lt. Ivan Kurdin MD =^=
CMO USS Destiny
The Clock is, Ticking
ON
[[ Engineering]]
* Entering engineering with Donnelly, Harper was trying to shake the
non-too positive feeling she had. Commander Hobbes has left a big place
too fill and she was starting too feel a little over whelmed by the new
responsibilities she now had to under-take. Not wanting doubt too over
take her she shoved it abruptly aside, confident she could perform the
task ahead. The information she had on the shielding was limited, and the
people of Arkham were non too helpful in giving 'ANY' information on it.
They just clamed up the minute she mentioned it. Looking at the padd in
her hand she down loaded all the information in it, to a consol in
engineering *
Harper: That's that. It should give your people something to work with *
Turning to face Moira * we have an hour and a half, if we can get this
done sooner-
Donnelly: * with a smile * the better.
Harper: Right. The Newton can only enter the Arkham's shielding when it
is in sync. Now, for us to enter the shielding undetected. We will have
to remodulate the shuttles shield frequency to that of Arkham's shield
frequency, or we will have a massive power drain on all systems.
Donnelly: What may have happened the Admiral's yacht. If that be true,
they could be down there with no life support
Harper: * Nods. Looking at the screen * A bit of a challenge, considering
the lack of information we have, but its better than nothing
Donnelly: Aye, We better get to it then...hadn't we
Harper: Aye. * Walking toward the shuttle * I'll have Vishee work on some
way to boost a communications link when our people are on the planet.
OFF
Tag, Donnelly, anyone else
=/\= Lt. jg Victoria Harper=/\=
Acting Chief Science Officer. USS Destiny
The Eternal Wait
On
Kurdin: Dre, why don't you go get into thermals now...
once we're told to go, I doubt we'll have time to wait
for you.
* Looks at Kurdin and rolls her eyes, a slow easy grin
spreading across her face *
Dre: Time to wait for me! * Gives Kurdin a side-way's
glance, and smiling ever so slightly * I'll be ready
in ten minutes * enters the turbo lift and heads back
to her quarters to change *
[[Ensign Dre's quarters]]
Dre: * rifling threw her closet for her thermals.
Finds them, puts them on * Yuck! Grey is just not my
colour. Why can they do these in pink-* Looking in the
mirror * Red would be good too * Puts on more cold
weather gear * that's me ready- and in nine minutes
too he, he * grabs her heavy coat and heads back to
the bridge. Stepping out of the lift *
Kurdin: Twelve minutes not bad.
Dre: You were timing me? * Kurdin smiles * so, any
word on when were heading?
Kurdin: No not as yet-
Off
==/\==
Ensign U'nela Dre (Trill)
Head Nurse. USS Destiny
Mortality
ON:
[[USS Destiny, Holodeck 1]]
*Conley, after cleaning up the mess he had made with
the coffee and finishing the morning's work, he
decided to go exercise. He was perturbed that he was
slightly uncoordinated, something he hadn't been in a
long time. For so long, nearly every move he made was
precise, almost calculated, and now... now, he was
totally human again.*
Conley: Computer, run program Starfleet Physical
Fitness training forty-two Alpha. *the holodeck
quickly forms into an obstacle course, the setting was
Earth, it was a comfortable temperature and there was
no one else around* Computer, load competition course
and run. *around him, a number of uniformly clad
cadets are seen, they had been modeled and programmed
to be a mixture of the optimum cadets, the average
ones, and the bad... other than that, there wasn't
much between*
Holo-Trainer: Alright cadets, today is the
equalizer... until now, you've relied on push-ups and
running to set you apart... none of that will help you
here. This course is designed to test your
coordination, balance, speed, agility, and
decision-making. This course is timed and you will
race another cadet to the finish. You will keep
running the course in playoffs until only one cadet is
left undefeated. Form up in two lines, single-file
behind each colored post. *he goes on explaining each
section of the course briefly, Conley knew the thing
by heart, the spiel hadn't changed in decades*
OFF:
=^= Lt. Ivan Kurdin MD =^=
CMO USS Destiny
Mortality
ON:
*Hers was the face of someone in middle of a major crisis, who had not
slept in far too long...*
Liri: *to Jubal* They're alive.
Jubal: Regardless. You are not going into the barriers.
Liri: We won't make you leave it down forever...just long enough to
let our team through.
Jubal: Any time is too long, commander.
Liri: *sighs* Look, we have people in there...you have to let us try...
Jubal: We do not 'have' to let you do anything.
Liri: Of course not--but then again, you did not 'have' to petition us
for membership...?
Jubal: *darkly* I do not like what you are suggesting, commander...
Liri: *head in her hands* I don't know _what_ I'm suggesting...~~Good.
That ought to throw her off...~~
Jubal: *glancing at Liri again* You need rest.
Liri: I'm going anywhere till we work this out...
OFF:
=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO
USS Destiny
Marching Orders
ON:
[[Bridge - USS Destiny]]
* Skimmel sits silently turning over what he knows. There is at least one
of member of the First Councilor and Admiral's party still alive; Miss
Cassandra's telepathic contact demonstrated that adequately enough.
However, if the data he was getting from Miss Harper was accurate, they
would not last long if the shuttle had suffered much damage. And then
there was the issue of what was behind the shield to justify its
existence in the first place. Haste was called for here and not diplomacy. *
Skimmel: Miss Liri.
Liri: //Yes Captain?//
Skimmel: This is a secure channel, correct?
Liri: // Of course, sir.//
Skimmel: * Frowning.* Be advised then that Harper and Donnelly believe
they can replicate the events that took the Admiral's Yacht through the
barrier in the first place and improve the procedure enough to do so
without being damaged.
Liri: //Understood, sir. Anything else?//
Skimmel: Be further advised that we have a team ready in cold weather
gear that will be departing within the hour.
Liri: * With a moment of hesitation. Obviously Skimmel was protecting her
or the others by not saying the obvious in a straightforward manner. // I
see. My orders? //
Skimmel: Continue your efforts to secure permission from the local
authorities for us to effect a rescue that does not involve lowering
their shield. Keep me advised as to their reactions to anything they
might detect in our direction. Do your best to delay or soften any
negative responses they may have.
Liri: // Understood, Captain. //
Skimmel: And Liri?
Liri: // Yes, Captain? //
Skimmel: Anything you could find out about what is inside the shield
would be helpful. Destiny out.
Hobbes: And the Admiral's order to abandon the rescue attempt?
Skimmel: There are few advantages to being as old as I am. One is that
the worst they can do to me is to force me back into retirement.
Hobbes: I see.
Skimmel: I hope so. Jazz. I want that rescue team on the surface within
the hour.
[[ Admiral's Yacht - Inside the Shield - Arkham]]
* If Suvok has ever been colder, he can not remember it. Huddled in his
blankets, he fires again at the rocks. The phaser abruptly stops, it's
powercell fully discharged. Suvok struggles to his feet and trudges to
check on the others. Two are still alive but one is as cold as the floor
plating. *
Suvok: It is unfortunate as a result of an activity with so little
logical justification.
* At that moment, the shuttle surges and Suvok nearly loses his balance.
He turns and looks out the main front viewport. It is clear from the way
the mountains and the surroundings are moving up and down and side to
side that the yacht is moving. He moves as close to the transparent
aluminum as he can and looks to first the left and then to the right. He
can see nothing but the dull surroundings slowly moving by. *
Suvock: Clearly the yacht is moving toward the mountains. Clearly we are
being carried.
* He turns and looks back through the small viewport in the rear of the
yacht but nothing can been seen there or through the side viewports that
are not shaded. Stepping toward the shaded side viewport, he raises the
shade with some hesitation. *
Suvok: It is not fear. Fear is an emotion and I do not have emotions. It
is, rather, uncertainty about whether it would be wiser to know or to
remain ignorant. That argument, however, is clearly fallacious on it's face.
* His hand extending slowly out from the blanket, he quickly flips open
the shade. The view is filled with a black surface with large vertical
ribs and fine cilia long the ridge of the ribbed section. He furrows his
forehead and turns to open the closed shade on the other side. There is a
nearly identical ribbed surface. Were it not for the slightly different
color of the fibers along the ridge, he might have believed it was
identical. He leans closer to examine the odd vision. The black surface
is flexing and changing in a way that matches the rhythm of the yacht. *
Suvok: It is some type skin- Which leads to only one logical conclusion.
* He drops into an empty seat. * We are being carried somewhere by an
unknown species. We are being carried by just two individuals of this
species. That in turns means that they are of prodigious strength. Since
their skin is exposed, that means they are fully acclimated to this
environment.
OFF:
=/\= Captain David Skimmel =/\=
Commanding Officer, USS Destiny
Marching Orders
* Cassandra sits there quietly manning her station, her mind still
trying to re-establish contact with Admiral Zark. She hears the
Captain talking to the planet, and wonders if she'll be granted
permission to pilot the shuttle. She almost stops long enough to turn
her focus on the captain, but catches a momentary feeling of deep
concern from the planet. Then it too is gone, just as the admiral
was. She focuses even harder, the ship is not at the estimated crash
site, that much she knows within herself. *
Cassandra: * concerned * Captain.
Skimmel: * trying to smile * Yes, Ensign?
Cassandra: I don't know sir. It's just..
Skimmel: * hopeful * Another contact?
Cassandra: Not exactly sir. More like a feeling.
Skimmel: Go on.
Cassandra: The Admiral's ship sir.
Skimmel: * concerned * What about it?
Cassandra: It's not anywhere near the projected crash
site, sir.
* Jazz, who's been monitoring the scanners speaks up... *
Jazz: * a bit concerned as well * How can you be sure? I still
can't get a reading from the scanners.
Cassandra: I can't explain it, I just know.
Skimmel: You've been trying to re-establish contact?
Cassandra: Yes sir. I thought I might be able to find
the Admiral, if he regained consciousness.
* Jazz rechecks the scanners again, nothing. Then looking at the
Captain she shrugs before returning to Cassandra. Trying to be
supportive considering the stress level. *
Jazz: Perhaps you are just tired? You look worn.
Cassandra: * smiling * Really, I did not incorporate that option
into this exo-skeleton.
Jazz: * realizing * Sorry, forgot who I was talking too.
Skimmel: Ok, Ensign. Any idea where they might be
now?
Cassandra: * frowns * No sir. But I know they are not at the
projected crash site. If the away team
doesn't go soon, they may never find them.
Skimmel: * turning to Jazz * How long before modifications are
complete?
* Jazz taps her comm badge, signaling Harper. *
Cassandra: Captain?
Skimmel: * not looking * You want to know what I've decided about
your request.
Cassandra: Yes sir.
Skimmel: ~ I'm surprised you don't already know the answer. Hmm, no
response. I guess she's been busy with the planet. ~
OFF
Ensign Cassandra
Navigator
USS Destiny
Sulu Calling!
ON:
[[ USS Destiny / Bridge ]]
* Ensign Teal turn to Captain Skimmel. *
Teal: Captain, I have StarFleet Command on the
priority channel.
Skimmel: * eyebrows rising as he looks at Jazz * Put it on, Ensign.
* The screen light up and Admiral Sulu appears. *
Sulu: I hope you have something positive for me,
Captain. The Vulcan Ambassador has been
trying, unsuccessfully, to negotiate a rescue
attempt into the forbidden zone. The
Arkhamites are zealous about that shield.
Skimmel: * smiling * Yes, Ma'am. I believe there are several still
alive Admiral.
Sulu: * sighs * And what do you base this on, Captain?
Skimmel: Well Admiral, our navigator had a momentary
telepathic contact with a person she believes
to be Admiral Zark.
Sulu: * frowns as relief turns to doubt * Captain. I cannot
authorize a breach of the shield on a
possible contact. If you don't have anything
concrete, then my hands are still tied.
Skimmel: I believe the contact may have been a request
for assistance.
Sulu: Very thin Captain. You'll find that
impossible to prove.
Skimmel: Begging your pardon ma'am. But I also have
reason to believe time is shorter than
originally calculated. If we don't go now, we
may lose the only chance we have. My people
feel we can breach the shield safely, without
damaging it or shutting it off.
Sulu: * thinking * And what about the violation of Arkham sovernity?
Skimmel: With all respect ma'am. Damn their sovernity.
We have a responsibility to those people down there.
Sulu: * with a unusual tone * I understand how you feel captain.
It's unfortunate the Zark and the First Councilor were both on board.
Skimmel: Ma'am?
Sulu: Well, either one of them could have been in
the position to determine whether the
contents of the shield posed a threat to
the Federation, since the Arkhamites refuse
to even discuss the contents. But neither of
them are in a position now to order an
investigation into the matter. I trust we
understand each other Captain. Just for the
record, I cannot authorize a breach of the
shield for the sake of the lives that may
still exist, solely based on a brief possible
telepathic contact. Furthermore as I am not
there, I am not in the position to make any
other decisions concerning the welfare of
the Federation. Understood?
Skimmel: Understood Admiral.
Sulu: * smiling * I look forward to hearing from you, once
you've resolved this tactical issue. Sulu out!
* The screen goes black. Skimmel turns back to Jazz. *
Skimmel: Jazz, anything on the scanners yet?
Jazz: * smirking * Nope. For all we know they could be hiding a
quantum singularity weapon down there. Their
refusal to help us only suggest, they have
something to hide. Heck for all we know,
this may nave been an attempt to kidnap the
Admiral and First Councilor.
Teal: * raises eyebrows * It was quite unusual.
Jazz: What?
Teal: The way the shield seemed to reach out and
grab them.
OFF:
Ensign Teal
posting as
Admiral Sulu
StarFleet Command
Coffee And Consequence
ON:
Liri: *with renewed energy, to Jubal* What if we didn't have to drop
your shield to get in?
Jubal: Impossible.
Liri: *shakes her head* Not for us.
Jubal: I do not have the authority to say...
Liri: *smiles slightly* Well then, I think we should go find out from
someone _with the authority_....
*The two diplomats suddenly look very relieved...they smiles slightly
at each other...after all, they were only doing their job...and the
thought of a solution which would allow them both to stop hammering
against each other's heads and get some rest was good news for them
both...*
OFF:
=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO
USS Destiny
Tick-Toc...
ON
[[ Engineering]]
* Venka looked around the inside of the shuttle for Harper, it appeared
empty, until she caught a glimpse of two pair's of legs sticking out from
under the horizontal section of a consol with multiple circuit cards
strewn about. Both dug in up to their waist. An engineering ensign
helping her-Venka swings her head upside down-*
Venka: * upside-down * Miss Harper I have finished the required work on
the shielding, outside of the shuttle, I will return to the lab
Harper: * not looking * Good, work with Vishee on getting a comm link
established. Communications is going to need a boost to get threw the
shielding-
Venka: Aye-
Jazz: + Jazz to Harper+
Harper: * Hearing her comm-badge chirp Harper, sighs as she pulls herself
out, sliding along the floor of the shuttle * Ouch! *Head comes out* +
Harper here * puts a hand to his forehead where she smacked it *
Jazz: +Harper, how goes it? +
Harper: +Good * sitting up on the floor * the work on the shielding is
almost completed * LtCmdr Donnelly and her team are near finished also.
We should be ready to go in about an hour or so+
Jazz: +Good. Will the shuttle be able to penetrate Arkham's shielding,
without it having to be lowered or damaged in anyway +
Harper: +Yes. Getting in's the easy part * unwrapping a replacement card *
the modified shielding will prevent a massive power drain-+
Jazz: + But? +
* Engineering ensign pulls another card hands it to Harper *
Harper: * Takes the old card, and hands the new one to the ensign, who
puts it in place * +But, we have no way of testing it, not enough time, so
there could be a drain, although minimal +
Jazz: * concerned *+ If they get in can they get out? With the Admiral and
the rest of the party +
Harper: + LtCmdr Donnelly is working on aback up system if that happens.
But your going too need a good pilot to get threw the shielding; it has a
very erratic nature and is quiet unpredictable+
OFF
=/\= Lt. jg Victoria Harper=/\=
Acting Chief Science Officer. USS Destiny
waiting, and working
ON
Wallace: *putting his shoulder to the container,
noting its contents* Photon mortars? Boy, we're
loaded for bear on this trip. And you say _I'm_
trigger-happy? *shakes his head*
Sparks: Well, I figure whatever the locals are upset
about, It's probably earned the fear it receives. We
should pay attention to that and go in armed to the
teeth. Better over than under, right?
Wallace: I see your point, sir. I don't want to be a
meal for some creature in the deep freeze of a planet
so far away from home.
Sparks: Well put. *Getting back to work* Let's put
this down here, and get those other boxes of sensors
packed. *They get to work once again...*
OFF
=====
Lieutenant J.G.
Sparks, Colin M.(Human)
Assistant security chief
USS Destiny NCC-42691
Wait Nearly Over
ON:
[[USS Destiny, Bridge]]
*Kurdin and Dre had started playing cards, something
Kurdin kept in his medpack for many reasons including
a few medical ones. Jazz was talking with someone
over the comm but neither of them were paying much
attention to her.*
Kurdin: Two pair
Dre: Four of a kind... tens.
Kurdin: Nice.
Jazz: Doctor... it's nearly time. Head on down to
shuttlebay 1 and prepare to board the modified shuttle
(runabout? don't remember).
Kurdin: Sure, mind if I ask why there's so much
firepower going down with us?
Jazz: We don't really know what we're going to find
down there... the Arkhamites aren't being very helpful.
Kurdin: Hmmm... are photon mortars really necessary?
Jazz: *thinks for a moment and checks the armory
checkout list that a security officer had given her*
For something like this... no... this is just a snatch
and run... not an infantry assault.
Kurdin: That's what I thought too. Come on Dre...
let's get down there first... maybe we can fill the
runabout with more medical supplies than weapons....
perhaps a crate or two of space heaters as well.
Dre: Yes sir.
[[Twenty Five minutes later, Shuttlebay 1]]
*Kurdin and Dre were carrying various crates, loading
the runabout, they had actually managed to take up
half the cargo area with medical and survival
equipment: space heaters, two surgical sets, a number
of folding cots, a backboard and neck brace, a
sterilization tool, a crate of antibiotics and another
of blood and plasma, with a small warmer inside to
keep them from freezing once they got to the surface.*
Sparks: *walking up behind Kurdin and seeing more than
half of the cargo space on the runabout already used*
Sir, we're going to need more space for the equipment
we're bringing.
Kurdin: How much room could you need for weapons on a
rescue mission Sparks?
Sparks: More than what you've left us, sir.
Kurdin: Well, I'm taking the bare minimums here... I
could take a surgical tent too, but that would leave
you no room for weapons. I suggest you go through a
take only the essentials, and Sparks, you might want
to put on some thermals... I'd hate to have to treat
our valiant security officers for hypothermia and
frostbite as well.
Sparks: Yes sir. *turns and leaves*
Dre: What in the world was that?
Kurdin: Nothing... nothing at all. There's two more
crates left... what's in them?
Dre: One is blankets and the other is full of survival
shelters.
Kurdin: Alright, those need to go onboard as well.
*Harper enters and Kurdin sees her, he leaves Dre to
load the last two crates and goes over to her*
Kurdin: Hi...
Harper: Hi...
OFF:
Tag Dre, Harper... Sparks... etc
=^= Lt. Ivan Kurdin MD =^=
CMO USS Destiny
Souped Up
ON:
[[Shuttlebay]]
*Donnelly solders the last connection and pushes the new unit into
place. She begins securing it to the command console. *
Brown (PC Shuttle Maintenance Tech): *stands with a hand on her hip,
and an expression of mock indignation on her face.* So what have you
DONE to my shuttle?
Donnelly: YOUR shuttle, then, is it? *she smiles* Well, now, this
will allow the pilot greater control over the shield modulations. As
we get closer to the forcefield, we'll be better able to read its
pattern. We can make very fine adjustments to our own shields to get
us through theirs with a minimum of damage.*
Brown: And all that insulation?
Donnelly: *watching as a team finishes resealing the inner wall
around the power plant* Hopefully, it'll give us a little more
protection against a power drain. And those *she points to a few
cases in the cargo area* are backup generators. If we lose power
going through the field, we can pop them into place without much
trouble. How many breather masks are on board, then?
Brown: Enough for the entire Away team and the Admiral's party to
have a primary and a backup.
Donnelly: Venka and Harper are almost finished with the shielding
modules. I just know I'm after forgettin' somethin'.
Brown: What's that?
Donnelly: Sure if I knew, I wouldn't be forgettin', then, would I?
That' it! *she taps her badge* +Donnelly to Jazz.*
Jazz: +Go ahead.+
Donnelly: +I've been assuming I'll be on this mission, with the
damaged ship and all. But I figured I should run it by you, then. +
OFF:
=/\=
Lt. Commander Moira Donnelly
Chief Engineer, USS Destiny
All systems- Go
On
[[Shuttle Bay One]]
* Lt (jg) Harper enters the shuttle bay, her head down looking over a
padd, as she walks in the direction of the shuttle. She was delighted
with the work that had been completed, it had take considerable less time
to complete than she first expected. Every thing was now in place and
ready to go. Stepping into the shuttle she looks around for Vishee and
Venka, and spies them working on the communications consol in the cockpit
*
Vishee (PNPC): * Turns around on the chair * We've just finished
installing the comm's booster it should give the signal an extra 73.8%
power output. * Hands her a padd *
Harper: Excellent * looking at the completed work * could you give the
shuttle a diagnostic on the systems that have been just installed? I don't
want anything going wrong down their especially in those conditions-
Vishee: Aye
* Harper steppes out of the shuttle and I about too return to the bridge
when she sees Ivan approaching her. She felt her heart skip a little as
she watches him walk over too her, and a slow easy smile spreads across
her face *
Kurdin: Hi-
Harper: Hi- So are you getting ready to go? * Noticing his cold weather
gear *
Kurdin: * With a smile * I'm all ways ready * Notices something in the way
her eyes are looking at him * what is it Victoria?
Harper: * Pauses slightly before speaking. Looks Ivan in the eye * Oh,
nothing. It's just-the other night. You took me by surprise that's all.
I wasn't expecting ~ Oh how do I put this ~ -I didn't think you were that
interested in me.
OFF
=/\= Lt. jg Victoria Harper=/\=
Acting Chief Science Officer. USS Destiny
Green Blood not Antifreeze
[[Somewhere in the south polar region of Arkham]]
On:
*Suvock sat wrapped up in the blanket and had began to shiver, He
noted that the others that were still alive were shivering as well
even in their unconscious state. He had wrapped all of them in the
majority of the blankets and he himself only took one. However being
a Vulcan did not help in his process to keep warm.*
*The two creatures outside continued to lumber on with the vessel on
their backs. Suvock had tried to reach out with his mind to the two
creatures but was met with nothing. Not even a hint that he was
making any kind of contact. Although he thought for sure that he had
felt another mind reach out for him, It was such a short moment that
he couldn't be sure.*
*All of the systems on the ship with the exception of the emergency
beacon were dead. And even the beacon had started to run down and
weaken. Suvock decided that his only course of action now would be to
try and reach out with his mind for whoever had tried to reach him
earlier. Still wrapped in the blanket, He began to concentrate on a
focal point and went into a meditation. Reaching out with his mind
hoping that whoever had tried earlier would pick him up.*
Off:
=/\=
Lt. Commander Suvock
Engineering Officer
Attached to Admiral Zark's yacht
Stuck, Freezing, Mumbling, And Negotiating....
*Vazsaya was cold...that was all she knew. She tried to open here
eyes, but it was too much effort, so she didn't. In her dream, she
was flying around in a sleek new shuttle, performing again as a stunt
pilot at airshows...something she had loved doing as an adolescent.
The airshows had been a family business...at least, until she had
that little run-in with the admiral's airspace...and when he came
out, ranting and raving, and asked her if she knew where she was, she
had, quite simply, said yes. He had looked inside her shuttle, at her
broken instruments, and warned her never to fly in another
storm...and then he had stared at her, dumbfounded, and asked how
long ago her instruments had been gone...and when she told him, he
had stared, and asked her how she could know so clearly her location
without them. And she had simply...known. And so he had pressured
her, harangued her, bugged her, and encouraged her, until she found
herself in the service and then, a few years later, on his staff...*
*In her dream, Vazsaya's brother brought his craft in close to
hers...it was her twin brother, she saw...always the joker, with a
circus-clown attitude combined with a cocky attitude and superb
skill...*
Dream-Vazsaya: Lerin! Get off my tail, you &#(%& lunatic...
Dream-Lerin: If you make me 'Zsaya!
Dream-Vazsaya: I'll make you...
*At that moment, though she did not realize it, the _real_ shuttle
tilted...and as her dream changed. She was back in the war...Sam was
next to her, and she was pouring over charts while he, head in hands,
bemoaned what a terrible pilot he was, because he ran out of
fuel...strange a corner of her mind thought...Sam had, in fact,
never run out of fuel, she knew...yet here they were, out of fuel...*
Vazsaya: You're an idiot, you know that? But...I'll find a way out of
this...
*She was not aware that she had, in her unaware state, spoken her
dream words aloud, so she continued after a brief pause in which the
dream-Sam continued his beratement of himself, adding that she
couldn't do a thing about a lack of fuel...*
Vazsaya: No, I suppose you're right about that...but I can damn well
do something, because...if you give up...even after you've 'given it
everything you've got'...then, you really haven't given it everything
you've got...because if you had, you wouldn't give up....
[[Meanwhile...]]
*Liri and Jubal has been waiting. And waiting. And waiting...*
Liri: *to Jubal* When will he see us...?
Jubal: *shrugs in a "how should I know" manner* No idea...
Liri: *sighs and smiles thinly and sadly* You know, you'd think that
they would...
Jubal: *finishing her sentence* ...set aside a little more time a
respect for their own officials. Yes.
Liri: *grins briefly* Indeed...
OFF: And now, another tag, this one to whoever is playing Jubal
and/or to whoever is playing the premier...!
=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO/Diplomat
USS Destiny
|Also Posting As|
Vazsaya
Navigator of the runabout
Sorting the Deck
ON:
[[Destiny, Shuttlebay]]
*Kurdin and Harper had been speaking when a large
group of people began filtering into the shuttlebay...
far too many to be on the away team: Wallace, Sparks,
Cassandra, Mulligan, Kelly; and they were joining the
group of Harper, Kurdin, Dre, Venka, and Donnelly who
had just stepped out from behind the shuttle.*
Kurdin: *To Kelly* Whoa there... *only to her* Jenn,
this is a lot of people for a rescue mission and
that's a lot of weaponry you're carrying... we need
room onboard for 8 injured people plus the team... if
they all need to be on stretchers, there is no way we
can have more than a pilot, a co-pilot also acting as
flight engineer, myself and Nurse Dre handling the
survivors, and no more than two or three extras...
there's simply no room for it.
Kelly: We'll find a way Doc...
Kurdin: No Lieutenant, we won't... this is a rescue
mission, not an invasion. The runabout's floorspace
only allows for 8 cots and a crew of 6... and that
leaves me barely enough room to move around and have
access to each cot....
OFF:
This is the best away team as I can figure it:
Kurdin, Dre, Wallace, Kelly, Mulligan, Donnelly.
2 Med, 2 Sec/Tac, 1 Flight, 1 Engineer
=^= Lt. Ivan Kurdin MD =^=
CMO USS Destiny
Stuck, Freezing, Mumbling, And Negotiating....
OFF:
Two problems with your post Doctor. First Cassandra is on the bridge,
she still hasn't received permission to fly the run-about in. Second,
what happens if comms doesn't work inside the shield. You should have
a telepath on the away team.
ON:
*All of the systems on the ship with the exception of the emergency
beacon were dead. And even the beacon had started to run down and
weaken. Suvock decided that his only course of action now would be to
try and reach out with his mind for whoever had tried to reach him
earlier. Still wrapped in the blanket, He began to concentrate on a
focal point and went into a meditation. Reaching out with his mind
hoping that whoever had tried earlier would pick him up.*
* Cassandra sits at her station, again trying to find anything within
the shield. *
Cassandra: ~ Suvock. ~
* His mind struggling to reach back. The cold has taken it's toll on
him and consciousness is fast departing. Instinctively, he begins
trying to send information, he deems the Destiny needs, before he
passes out. *
Suvock: ~ Survivors critical. Admiral and First
Councilor alive. Ship not at crash site.
Beings....No Life Support....Beacon.... ~
* Cassandra yells at the bridge crew, who are disrupting her with
their chit chat. She tries hard to focus and moves the ship's
position to compensate for what she is sensing. *
Cassandra: Shut up! Suvock! Suvock!
] *At that moment, though she did not realize it, the _real_ shuttle
] tilted... war... Sam
Cassandra: What the hell! They're under attack.
* Losing contact, Cassandra spins around to the Captain. *
Cassandra: We've got to go now, Captain. The shuttle
is under attack from something.
* Captain Skimmel looks turn from worried to irritation to ire. This
diplomatic mission has fallen apart. He moves to Cassandra. *
Skimmel: Tell me what you've got Ensign.
Cassandra: Suvock, Sir. The Admiral and First Councilor
are alive along with several others, but not
much longer. Suvock has succumb to the cold
also. As I sensed earlier, the shuttle is
not at the projected crash site and they are
without life support. The emergency beacon has gone out.
* The look of dread passes over the bridge crew, without the beacon
the difficulty factor just increased three-fold. *
Skimmel: What was this about attack?
Cassandra: Not sure sir. As I lost Suvock, another mind
full of panic from an attack burst in. Then it was gone also.
Skimmel: I see. Any idea of where the shuttle is now?
* Cassandra stops and stares at the shield on the screen, she tries
in vain to focus a fix on the position. *
Cassandra: No sir. But I believe the shuttle is moving.
Skimmel: Moving?
Cassandra: Perhaps from the attack? Either way sir, we
need to go, and we need to go now.
* Standing at attention. *
Cassandra: Sir. Permission to take the run-about in sir?
OFF:
Ensign Cassandra
Navigator
USS Destiny
The Caffeine Addict
ON
* Harper exits shuttle bay one, and heads up too the bridge. *
[[Bridge]]
* Stopping at a replicator before sitting down she orders another
Raktajino, her fifth one of the day, and sat down at the six-screened
workstation. She down loaded all the information on the padd's to it. *
Harper: ~The modified shielding will hold on the shuttle, But hopefully
they will select a good pilot. Now those communications-Mmm-the booster
should give them a better chance to communicate with us, but-will the
signal get threw the shielding, as it changes...~ * Taps on the consol, A
screen sprang to life. She skims over all the data collected on the
shielding, its erratic frequencies, and its density, every-thing; nothing
was ever the same twice. * ~A signal can get threw~ *takes a sip of her
drink * ~but that all depends on the shield density~ * her hands move
delicately over the consol, she stops momentarily to tuck a strand of
blond hair behind her ear, her dark brown eyes never leaving the screen as
she searches for an answer. Powering up another screen she runs a
simulation on the consol, She leans back in her chair watching, cup of
Raktajino cupped in both hands sipping at it slowly while she watches the
screen. * ~Seems a signal can get threw but it gets weaker as the shield
gets denser and impossible when it is opaque~ * Notices her cup is empty
and gets up absentmindedly for another coffee * ~The away team need
something to scan the shielding, too let them know when they can
communicate with us~ * She returns to the work station and taps at a few
buttons sending the appropriate data to the science labs. She heads
toward the turbo lift and proceeds to the science labs- *
[[Science Lab]]
Harper: * Sets her cup down on her usual consol and goes to the store and
takes out a spare tri-corder. She sits down and starts to work, first
connecting a lead to the tri-corder and then to the consol. * ~There that
should do it~ she begins then too download the information on the
shielding to the tri-corder. After a few minutes the work is complete, she
runs a few checks to make sure it is working properly * * To herself*
great, this should do the trick * finishes her coffee, springs off the
chair and head's down toward shuttle bay one *
[[Shuttle Bay One]]
* She re-enters the bay and spies LtCmdr Donnelly talking with a few of
her engineering officers *
Harper: Excuse me LtCmdr.
Donnelly: * turns to see Harper * Yes Harper, what is it?
Harper: * Passing her the tri-corder * I have modified this to scan the
shielding so as you will know when you will be able to communicate with
us. Dew to the erratic ness of the shielding it may be difficult to
communicate with us at times, When it reads between these two frequencies
* Shows her * are the most probable chance of communication.
Donnelly: I thought the booster installed would get a signal threw the
shielding-
Harper: * Nods * It can, but the shielding has a tendency to change its
frequency randomly some times its weaker some times its stronger, when its
goes opaque its impossible. So I thought this could help you know when
its best communicate. It will also give us an approximation of your where
about's on the planet
Donnelly: Thanks-
Harper: *Smiles * Good luck, see you all soon then.
* She turns and leaves the bay and returns to her place on the bridge *
OFF
=/\= Lt. jg Victoria (Caffeine addict) Harper=/\=
Acting Chief Science Officer. USS Destiny
Sorting the Deck
]Kurdin: No Lieutenant, we won't... this is a rescue
]mission, not an invasion. The runabout's floorspace
]only allows for 8 cots and a crew of 6... and that
]leaves me barely enough room to move around and have
]access to each cot....
ON:
Wallace: *looking at Kurdin* ~He's right. This is a rescue, not a
seek-and-destroy. It doesn't sit well with me to go in lightly-armed, but
if that's the way it's gotta be, then that's the way it'll go down.~
*checks the disassembled sniper rifle in his pack* ~This might even the
odds a little, if we get in a scrape. Gods forbid we get into a scrape down
there, though. Kurdin may have had a crash-course in being a pistolero, but
he's still far from a warrior. Kelly's a hard fighter, but me and her can't
fight off any sort of force on our own. If we get into trouble, we'll just
have to E&E until we can get out of the shielded area. I like this idea
less and less the more I think about it.~
OFF:
Ensign John Wallace
TAC, USS Destiny
Time is of the essence
On
* Dre watched as Kurdin walk over to Harper, Leaving
her to deal with the rest of the crates. She takes
off her jacket and sets it down, too warm to wear
while still on the Destiny. Blankets and survival
shelters. She picks one of the crates up and enters
the shuttle with it, looks for a suitable place too
put it down where it can be accessed easily. She does
the same with the rest of the crates. Carefully
positioning them. If any thing she was good at
organising things. With that done she exits the
shuttle and goes over to Kurdin *
Dre: Sir. Every thing is in place and ready to go-is
there anything else we should need?
Kurdin: No. Every thing we need is here. The shuttle
is ready to go we just need the rest of the away team
to assemble here with their equipment then we can go.
Dre: * Picking up her jacket, puts it on again.
Sounding a little impatient * Well were ready, time is
off the essence. And it wont be getting any warmer
down there for the Admiral and his crew.
Kurdin: Patience Dre. We should be setting off
shortly-
Off
==/\==
Ensign U'nela Dre (Trill)
Head Nurse. USS Destiny
Survival
ON:
*Vazsaya still 'slept'...deep within her dreamland, she could still
feel the cold, and it had taken her back to her childhood on Enke III...*
[[Flashback Scene...]]
*She was about eight or nine years old, running over a fresh summer
snowfall...her mother screamed half-heartedly at her from the
backdoor to finish her homework before she went out...but she paid
her mother no heed--it had been _two earth years_ since it had been
this warm...! She leaned over to pack some snow into a ball and hurl
it at Lerin, who in turn ducked, so the snow hit Todd, and then the
race was on...the race where they could afford to stay outside for
more than five minutes, the beautiful summer where she could venture
out without a full face mask and heated boots...*
*For some reason in her dream, Vazsaya could suddenly hear her
mother's voice again, scolding her, perhaps...."Get up, 'Zaya, get
up! You never go to sleep in the cold! Never! You won't wake up if
you don't!...*
*She tried to ignore her mothers voice, but it got stronger and
stronger and the ground suddenly rumbled, and--Vazsaya opened her
eyes to the inside of the shaking, tilting shuttle. No wonder she had
dreamed about Enke...it was cold in here! She spotted a _Vulcan_ over
in the corner...her head hurt, and she could barely move. Slowly, she
took all her comrades, and bundled them together in the blankets,
herself and the Vulcan included...body heat, just as her survival
instructor on Enke had taught her before she had been even
five...then she collapsed, injured and exhausted from the effort, her
arms wrapped tightly around the Vulcan, that she might transfer her
warmth to him...there was already frost on the tips of his ears, but
she paid it no heed...ears, as she had been told, we the _least_ of
your worries in a situation like this...*
Vazsaya: *to Suvok* Come 'on, wake up...wake _up_, sir...
OFF:
=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO/Diplomat
USS Destiny
|Posting As|
Vazsaya
Navigator Of Shuttlecraft/Ice World Child
Sorting the Deck
ON:
Kurdin: No Lieutenant, we wont....this is a rescue mission, not an
invasion. The runabout's floorspace only allows for 8 cots and a crew for
6......and that leaves me barely enough room to move around and have access
to each cot...
Venka:I understand Sir. I will go back to science with Vishee and work on
getting a comm link established for everyone. *she then nods and walks out
heading for science*
[[Science Department]]
Vishee:*working on the comm link, looks up seeing Venka* Hi, welcome back.
Venka: Thank you, I was not needed for the away team, as it looked they
already had enough. It was actually amusing.
Vishee: Amusing, why?
Venka: It seemed so many people were there, almost half the crew..
Vishee: I see, I never realized a Vulcan had emotions to find something
amusing..
Venka:*walks over to where the comm link is and starts working on it*
Vulcans are not heartless, besides I am not full Vulcan..*she says smiling a
little, but her expression changes back to normal as she studies the com
link* find anything?
OFF:
Lieutenant J/G Venka.
Science Department.
USS Destiny
Suit Up
ON:
[[USS Destiny, Shuttlebay]]
*Kurdin was trying to get everything organized that
hadn't been packed already. Donnelly was making last
minute modifications to the shuttle and everyone else
was waiting around. He had removed his oilskin and
had the sleeves of the silvery thermal shirt rolled up
to combat the warmth he was feeling. As he carried a
few phaser rifles up to the shuttle to hand to Sparks
inside, he saw Jazz enter, dressed in the standard
extreme weather gear.*
Kurdin: Sparks... take over... I'm going to go talk to
the XO really fast.
Sparks: Sure, no problem.
*Kurdin walks over*
Jazz: Ivan, you look ridiculous. *she laughs*
Kurdin: Would you rather be freezing or goofy-looking?
Jazz: Right... how's everything going down here Ivan?
Kurdin: Well, all the medical supplies and survival
gear have been loaded. Unfortunately, the room left
for weaponry is short, so our overzealous and
overarmed security folks are having to deal with how
to fit what is needed rather than what they want.
Jazz: How unfortunate for them... how many survivors
are we packed for?
Kurdin: I'm being optimistic and assuming that we'll
find all 8 alive... nevertheless, we bring all 8
back... dead or alive.
Jazz: I agree... did you bring any assistance with you
from your staff?
Kurdin: I brought my head nurse... Ensign Dre.
Jazz: First away mission for her?
Kurdin: Yes it is.
Jazz: Interesting choice... *belts out at the top of
her lungs* Dre! Donnelly! Cassandra! Kelly! Wallace!
Sparks!
Kurdin: The away team?
Jazz: Right... hope there's room for 7 crew on that
runabout.
Kurdin: That's one more than we left room for... we'll
have to make sure adjustments to make some room.
Jazz: No, we ought to be fine Ivan... Danube's can
haul 15 total people in an emergency.
Kurdin: Doesn't leave me a lot of room to work....
Jazz: Then we stabilize them pre-flight so you don't
have to work while we're moving.
Kurdin: That'll do.
*the group Jazz called for arrives*
Jazz: Cassandra, you'll be flying this brick...
Donnelly, flight engineer... I'm in command of her and
co-pilot... Wallace, Sparks, and Kelly provide our
security and any assistance the doc needs. Kurdin,
Dre... you'll be the in-flight steward and
stewardess... you know, fetching us drinks and such.
Everyone awake and ready?
All: Yes ma... yes!
Jazz: Everyone get suited up... it's awfully cold down
there and we depart in ten
OFF:
=^= Lt. Ivan Kurdin MD =^=
CMO USS Destiny
Suit Up
ON:
Harding and the security officers made their third tour of the Deck. With
Kelly busy elsewhere, and Sparks preparing the away mission, Harding thought
it necessary to make sure ship security was up to scratch. He had heard too
many stories from other crews to not want to be prepared. Especially
considering that the Destiny would be beaming aboard crash survivors, and
with them the possibility for all kinds of mishaps. For all Harding knew,
one of the survivors was responsible for the shuttle crash.
Harding: He is an Admiral After all
NPC Security Officer: What's that Sir?
Harding: Its standard procedure to pick up security on a starship in this
kind of situation
NPC Security Officer: That's right sir. You think we are over-reacting?
Harding: Not so... Just trying to convince myself that I am doing enough.
NPC Security Officer: Don't Worry about that Sir, we are ready for anything
Harding smiled. The Security Team had not taken long to accept him.
NPC Security Officer: Well Sir, this is your stop
The group came to a halt in front of the security office. Brushing his left
hand through his hair, Harding became conscious of his missing fingers, and
their lesson to him. Never over-estimate your own capabilities.
Harding: Be Ready. I don't want you four to go to far. We may need to send
extra security to the surface. Be ready for my call, and if we do need to go
top-side, rally point is docking bay two. Ill look after the equipment from
the armoury.
The Security Officers departed and Harding stepped into the office
accompanied by the comforting Woosh of the doors. Walking over to his desk
he hesitated and smiled, and sat down in the Chief of Security's Chair
Rock n Roll.
ON:
USS Destiny // Hanger bay
* Ensign Cassandra steps out onto the flight deck. She makes her way
into the run-about and to the controls. *
Sparks: * shockingly * Ensign, you gonna freeze.
Kurdin: * smiles * Relax. Ensign Cassandra's exo-skeleton
is designed to function in space indefinitely. She won't even notice the cold.
Jazz: * smirks * Cassandra, you could have at least put
on a jacket. Just seeing you in a regular uniform makes me cold.
* Smiles as she takes her seat to start the pre-flight. *
Cassandra: I guess I could have eskimoed like the Doc.
Kurdin: I'll have you know, this is the best
cold weather clothing there is.
Cassandra: Of that I have no doubt, doc. You body
temperature is 4 degrees above normal.
Kurdin: Yes, I am very warm, thank you for noticing, Ensign.
* Jazz takes her seat and begins read out. *
Jazz: Everything looks good. Uh-oh, minor
fluxuation in the shield phase monitor.
* Moving forward. *
Donnelly: I'll check it out.
Jazz: No time.
Kurdin: Why not?
* The away team hadn't been told the latest update. Jazz didn't want
to have a fight break out between the medical and security over space. *
Cassandra: Because the ambassador's ship is under
an attack, life support is out and if we don't go right now, it may be too late.
Wallace: * obviously upset * Attack? What kind of an attack?
Sparks: * aggravated * I knew it. I knew it. Man, we need more firepower.
Kelly: * concerned * Why weren't we briefed on this?
Cassandra: There wasn't time, Lt.
Wallace: * moving towards the door * Open up, I'm gonna get that rifle.
Sparks: * joining him * Me too.
Kurdin: I hardly think....
Wallace: It's my job to see this....
* Jazz's voice drowns out the two *
Jazz: Enough, sit down. We're not going in
for a fire fight. We don't even know
what the situation is now. But we will
handle it. We have eight survivors
down there and we're going to get them. Understood.
* The silence is deafening. Jazz starts to say something, then
abruptly stops, looking like she's going to be sick. *
Dre: Are you alright?
Kurdin: Jazz?
Jazz: * Waving her hand. * I'm fine. Take us out Ensign.
OFF:
Ensign Cassandra
Navigator
USS Destiny
Old Ones
ON:
[[Arkham - Admiral's Yacht]]
* As suddenly as the Yacht had started moving, it stopped. Suvock,
shaking uncontrollably from the cold, and Vazsaya turned and looked
through the front view port. It was instantly clear that they were no
longer outside from the dim lighting and the enclosed space they found
themselves in. *
Vazsaya: Any idea where we are?
Suvock: * The only one in any condition to respond at all, groggily
shakes his head. * Logic dictates that if they have retrieved us from
outside, they have taken us inside. Their reasoning and purpose though
are unclear.
Vazsaya: What are they?
Suvock: Unknown. My only information is that they are acclimated to
colder weather than I am-
Vazsaya: As close as I can tell, that is true of virtually every sentient
being in the galaxy.
Suvock: Indeed. And they are prodigiously strong. I can not name a
species which is strong enough for two individuals could lift a Yacht.
Vazsaya: Get up. We should find out what we can about our new setting.
And moving around can only help warm us up.
Suvock: A wise course of action. * He struggles to his feet with only
minor assistance from Vazsaya. * I believe the temperatures have risen
since we have been brought inside.
Vazsaya: What about them? * Nodding toward the others. *
Suvock: We are not proposing to leave the shuttle. * He walks to the
front viewport. She moves toward the rear hatch. * We are clearly
indoors, in some form of building.
Vazsaya: The ceilings are so high. Perhaps these beings are really tall.
Suvock: You have insufficient evidence to base that conclusion. There are
many explanations for high ceilings.
Vazsaya: Yeah. How about this?
Suvock: What have you seen? * stepping to the back of the shuttle and
looking out the rear view port as she indicates. *
Vazsaya: There's an opening on the wall above all those carvings. That is
clearly a door.
Suvock: I concur though it will require some consideration about why a
species would put a doorway that size that high off the ground.
Vazsaya: Perhaps they can fly.
* At that moment, there is a loud sound like metal resisting a powerful
force and suddenly yielding to the inevitable. The yacht shakes as the
roof is peeled back. Suvock and Vazsaya press themselves back against the
rear bulkhead of the shuttle. *
Vazsaya: What the-?
Suvock: * Whispering. * I would counsel silence.
* Two beings that look more like a grotesquely oversized starfish atop a
huge black cactus lean over as though peering inside the Admiral's Yacht.
The cilia that line the top of their five lobed heads wave as tentacles
reach inside the shuttle and probe the group covered with the survival
blankets. The sound of random flute and whistle notes fill the air as the
two “heads” withdraw for an instant. A moment later a tentacle enter and
with surprising speed and dexterity, strips away the blanket and lifts
the Admiral's Assistant from the pile and out the giant hole where the
top of the shuttle had been just moments earlier. The piping sound
begins again in earnest and articles of clothing begin to fly back into
the shuttle just as the top of the shuttle is lowered back into place. *
Vazsaya: * Grabbing a torn all weather coat. * It's his jacket. He won't
last long out there without it.
Suvock: * Holding up a shoe that has been clearly ripped from the
individual. * The evidence indicates that these beings don't care.
OFF:
=/\= Captain David Skimmel =/\=
Commanding Officer, USS Destiny
Rock n Roll.
ON:
[[USS Destiny shuttlecraft/runabout]]
Wallace: *Obviously annoyed, to Jazz* You didn't think it was necessary to
inform us that there were definite hostiles down there?
Jazz: No, _Ensign_ I didn't. It would just lead to more bickering between
you security types and the medical staff as to what equipment is more
necessary. So, if all is ready, I suggest Ensign Cassandra acquire
clearance for departure and get us the hell down there!
Wallace: *taken aback by Jazz's emotional display* Whatever you say, Jazz.
Let's do this. *turning to Sparks and whispering* You remembered to pack
the photon grenade launcher attachments for the phaser rifles, right?
Sparks: *whispering back* Do I look like an F-N-G? Of course I did. And
enough ammo to bring down a Borg cube.*smiling*
Wallace: That's what I like to hear, Sparky, that's what I like to hear.
Kelly: *coming over to the two* Listen up, boys. As soon as we hit dirt,
I want a secure perimeter around the shuttle. Once we're sure our own team
is safe, then we can get to the Admiral. *Wallace and Sparks give answers
in the affirmative* We gotta do this quick and dirty. I didn't like
leaving our heavy weapons behind in the first place, and I like it even less
now.
OFF:
Ensign John Wallace
TAC, USS Destiny
To Arms - Kurdin
ON:
[[Runabout]]
*Kurdin and Dre had been sitting in the operations
chairs, specifically the tactical and science ones.
Sparks, Wallace, and Kelly were talking, none too
quiet about the weaponry that they had. Kurdin knew
that Wallace had brought a special rifle but had
elected to leave it behind for space reasons, and the
overall weaponry onboard was limited to mostly
compression pulse rifles, hand phasers, a handful of
photon grenades for the slung-under launchers that
were being attached to the phaser rifles by the three
weapons experts. Other than that, the runabout's own
shipboard phasers would be used as hull cutters if
needed, and a handful of survival knives, each person
onboard carried one.*
*Kurdin turned around in his chair to face the three
armorers.*
Kurdin: Well... you said you needed more security
people onboard... guess you'll have to make due with
what you have... all of us have weapons training with
everything you have there.
Kelly: Doc... no offense but... how's your aim?
Wallace: *visually inspecting a fully assembled
compression rifle with attached launcher assembly and
a laser sight* His aim's better than what you'd
expect... here you go Ivan. *hands the rifle to
Kurdin* Let's get one for Nurse Dre also.
Dre: *turns in her chair* Yes, let's.
OFF:
Kurdin ain't dumb... just efficient.
=^= Lt. Ivan Kurdin MD =^=
CMO USS Destiny
Inbound
ON:
[[ Runabout ]]
* Ensign Cassandra pilots the runabout down after clearing the
Destiny. Nearing the shield... *
Cassandra: We're about to enter the shield.
Jazz: Alright, everybody hang on.
Donnelly: Come on. Work.
Jazz: * upset but supportive * The shield phase detector is off-line.
Looks like you're on your own.
Wallace: Oh, shit!
* Smiling Cassandra doesn't look up from her station. *
Cassandra: Look at it this way John, If we die
before we get to the planet, then you
won't have to face the boogyman.
Wallace: * smirks * I'd rather take my chances with him.
Kurdin: * supportively * I'm sure the ensign will get us through.
Jazz: * nervously * Cut the chatter.
Cassandra: We're going in.
Donnelly: * concerned * Unless I'm seeing this wrong, something
just scanned us.
Jazz: Was it the Arkhamites?
Dre: Unknown.
* The runabout strikes the shield like a rock hitting a lake. Things
bounce around as the craft jerks and lunges, forcing it's way through
the shield. Sparks fly as electrical fires break out. *
Donnelly: We've lost communications.
Cassandra: It's worse than that. We've lost
lateral thrusts and damper control.
* Jazz and Donnelly begin frantically trying to restore those systems
which have shorted out. As Cassandra fights to keep the runabout
stable. Sparks and Wallace are busy putting out fires. *
Kelly: Something on the sensors. It's the
Admiral's ship. Heading 372 mark 4.
Jazz: Relay's in.
Donnelly: Bypass complete.
Cassandra: Lateral thrusters on-line. Damper
control still off-line.
* Cassandra turns the runabout and steers it toward the coordinates
of the admiral's ship. As Jazz and Donnelly continues to try and fix
the inertial damper control. *
Dre: Over there close to the rocks, it looks like an opening.
Kelly: There's nowhere to land.
Kurdin: Oh, I wouldn't worry about that.
Kelly: * looking at him * Why not?
Jazz: * shouting from under the console * Cause without damper
control we're not landing. We're...
Donnelly: * frantic * Crashing.
Kurdin: Everybody grab something solid.
* The runabout strikes the surface and slides forward, gliding over
the ice destroying everything in it's way. Only the angle of impact,
saved the vessel from destruction. Finally it comes to a stop.
Everyone begins to move after the initial shock wears off. *
Jazz: Everyone okay?
* People groan and moan, but essentially everyone is unhurt.
Cassandra is the only one that fails to acknowledge Jazz. *
Jazz: Cassandra?
Kurdin: Ensign? Are you all right?
* Kelly, Wallace and Sparks move to the door, forcing their way
through the snow, they manage to get it open. Cassandra turns to
Jazz. *
Cassandra: We have to go now. Right now.
Jazz: Another contact.
Cassandra: Sort of. Extreme fear.
Kurdin: From who?
Cassandra: I don't know. But they are under attack.
Jazz: * turning to Donnelly * Damage?
Donnelly: Most short-outs. I should be able to
get everything back online.
Jazz: Cassandra....
Cassandra: ~ already on it ~ = Captain. =
[[ USS Destiny / Bridge ]]
Skimmel: ~ Cassandra ~
* Cassandra fills the captain in on their situation. *
Skimmel: Get me the transporter room.
Teal: Aye, aye Captain.
NPC: + Transporter room. Ensign Davis. +
Skimmel: + I want the transporter ready. +
NPC: + Aye, aye Captain. Transporter standing by. +
[[ runabout // planetside ]]
Jazz: Donnelly and one security here. The
rest, grab emergency medical supplies
and a phaser rifle. How far to the ship?
Donnelly: Maybe 3/4 of a kilometer. Impossible
to be sure. Tricorders aren't working
very well. Something in these rocks is
bouncing the signal around.
Jazz: * looking at Cassandra * Can we get out of here?
Cassandra: Yeah, if she get the controls rigged
enough for liftoff. Destiny can beam
us up, once we're clear of the shield.
Kurdin: * sighs * Well what are we waiting for?
OFF:
Ensign Cassandra
Navigator
USS Destiny
To Arms - Kurdin
ON:
[[Runabout]]
Wallace: *throwing Nurse Dre a compression rifle* Here you go, Ma'am. *she
catches it* You ever use one of these things before?
Dre: *smiling* Occasionally.
Wallace: *Grinning from ear to ear* I knew I was on the right shuttle.
Now let's get down to business. *inserts a magazine into his compression
rifle, but keeps the chamber empty. Then follows suit with the launcher*
I'd appreciate, Doc, if you didn't chamber any rounds till we get
planetside. No sense in punching a hole through the shuttle, neh?
Kurdin: *nods* Fine by me.
Wallace: *Growing somber, muttering to himself*
Lo there do I see my father.
Lo there do I see my mother, my sisters and my brothers.
Lo there do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning.
Lo, they do call to me, and bid me take my place among them
In the Halls of Valhalla, where the brave may live forever.
Kurdin: *looking at him askance* What, may I ask, was that?
Wallace: *shrugging* Just something my team used to do, before we went
into the storm.
Sparks: Kinda dreary, if you ask me.
Wallace: *shrugging again* It keeps things in perspective. And I didn't ask.
Sparks: *giving him a sharp look* Hey, now --
Wallace: *chuckling* Don't get all pissy, Sparky. I'm just funnin' with
ya. *leaning over and playfully punching him on the shoulder* Lighten up,
will ya?
Jazz: Can it, you guys! I'm trying to think! *turns back to her PADD,
trying to sort out all the elements of the rescue mission*
Wallace: *whispering to Sparks* Jesus, what's up with her?
Sparks: *whispering back* I have no idea, dude.
OFF:
Just as an FYI, I did bring that 'special rifle' Kurdin was talking about.
It's disassembled and in my rucksack, as stated in an earlier post. After
discussing with Sparks and Kurdin, we decided that it will not have the
teleporting ammo (aw, shucks), just AP ammo and a telescopic sight.
Ensign John Wallace
TAC, USS Destiny
P.S. 10 points to anyone who knows the movie mentioned above.
Where we stand... OOC/OOG
OOG/OOC
Where we stand at the moment. And if I have something wrong, please feel
free to correct me...
The ship is in orbit around Arkham, a planet applying for membership to
the federation. The south polar region is covered with a large forcefield
dome designed to hold in something. The First Councilor and a Starfleet
Admiral coming to Arkham on a ceremonial visit crashed through the dome.
Their ship has been carried away by a pair of Old Ones, ancient space
farers who are the primary inhabitants of the south polar region. Among
the group was Suvock, a Vulcan engineer, and Vazsaya, their navigator.
The Arkhamites will not lower the forcefield and will not tolerate any
interference with the dome. Starfleet has ordered us to abandon the
Admiral and the First Councilor. In classic Trek fashion we have chosen
to ignore their orders. Our away team has just crashed landed on the
planet some 3/4 kilometer away from the Old Ones' city. The Away team
consists of Jasmine Hobbes, Donnelly, Kurdin, Dre, Wallace, Kelly and
Sparks. Everyone else except for Liri is on the ship. Liri is in the
capital city of Arkham primarily with a Liaison officer named Jubal.
A couple of things should start happening about now. 1) The Arkhamites
monitor the forcefield and know our team is inside. They should be
howling mad and should let Liri and the rest of us know about it. The
Arkhamites will do anything to stop us from interfering with the dome and
we can expect both direct intervention on their part as well as
diplomatic intervention. 2) The Old Ones have never seen any of our kind
and being intelligent and inquisitive, they are conducting medical
research on the survivors of the first group. I will leave it to your
imagination what they are doing but let it suffice that at least one of
the first group is dead now. Remember that the Old Ones are extremely
tough. Most, if not all, of the weapons you brought will be ineffective
against them. Unless you brought a chainsaw or a laser scalpel with you,
you can forget stabbing or cutting them. And you can not communicate with
them telepathically.
And no, Alyssa, I am not going to ask you to leave. Tis not my style.
=/\= Captain David Skimmel =/\=
Commanding Officer, USS Destiny
Battles Like No Other
ON:
*Vazsaya shuddered as they dragged her into the room...all of them
had been taken, and she could do nothing...no one could do
anything...she could only wonder what was about to happen to
her...she closed her eyes and began to pray...*
[[Meanwhile...]]
*Liri and Jubal were _still_ waiting when an official _finally_ came
out...*
Liri: *whispering* Finally...!
*The official, however, storms over to Liri with a furious face...*
Official(NPC): WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!?
Liri: *calm* Of what?
Official: YOU HAVE VIOLATED THE SHIELD...!
Liri: ~~Play dumb, Kyja, play dumb...~~ You mean, the admiral
crashing? We are...
Official: *angrily, raging* NO! YOUR PEOPLE HAVE SENT A SECOND CRAFT
INSIDE THE SHEILD PERIMETER...!
Liri: Is the shield damaged?
Official: IT DOES NOT MATTER! NOTHING MAY ENTER THE SHEILD...!
Liri: ~~Oh, damn...it seems the &$()#& shield is almost on a
religious level with them...these are the kind of days they warned us
about in training...the days when either the lion eats you left foot
or your right foot...and all you can do is choose which, if you're
lucky...!!~~ *calmingly, rationally* I must contact my ship to
appraise them of this fact...
Official: YOUR SHIP SENT THE SHUTTLE...!
Liri: ~~Damn...he's smarter than he looks...~~ I must verify...
Official: *angry* Fine! I will speak to them as well...!
*Liri, Jubal, and the official all make their way to the comm
terminal...*
OFF:
=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO
USS Destiny
|Also Posting As|
Vazsaya
"Dear God..."
Waiting to be Tested
[[Large Room]]
On:
*Suvock found himself standing upright against a wall. The flute and
whistle sounds could be heard nearby. He began looking around at the
surroundings*
*Vazsaya was brought in by two of the large creatures. She did not
see Suvock, for her eyes were closed, her hands together, and she
could be heard murmuring frantically...*
Suvock: Ensign. Are you injured?
Vazsaya: *her voice a thready, nervous whisper, terrified, but
somehow pulled back to reality by the voice and address of a superior
officer* No sir. Not anymore than I already was...
Suvock: Have you seen any of the others?
Vazsaya: Not...since we were taken.
Suvock: Fascinating. I would surmise that this species has not seen
our kind before.
Vazsaya: And I...would surmise they do not like us either! *almost
crying, but somehow keeping a hold on herself* What do you think
they'll do to us, sir...?
Suvock: I would doubt that they like or dislike us. Logic dictates
that we are being tested and looked at like a new type of cell under
a microscope.
Vazsaya: *nervously* And that means they will stare at us, sir?
Suvock: Probably more then that. Like any good scientist they will
want to know how we function. Our make up and anatomy.
Vazsaya: *getting even more nervous* So...they'll, err, scan us...?
Suvock: *Raising an eyebrow* Indeed. But with out any reference to
our structure there is a good possibility that the first of us
scanned and tested will most certainly be killed.
Vazsaya: *almost frantic* Tested? As in what?!?
Suvock: *Emotionless* Composition, mineral components, stress levels
to atmospheric pressure. Temperature variations and certain chemical
agents. There is probably more.
Vazsaya: *crying* Will it hurt...?
Suvock: That will depend on their methods Ensign.
Vazsaya: *head in her hands as their captors look on* What should I
do...?
Suvock: *Looking at her* Control your emotions Ensign. With out help
there is little we can do at this time.
Vazsaya: I am not sure...that I can...handle it...if...*under his
steady gaze, she somehow manages to pull herself together*...Yes sir.
Suvock: I believe a terrain leader once said. There is nothing to fear
but fear itself. *raising and eyebrow* It is not logical, But often true.
Vazsaya: With all due respect sir, I know you are Vulcan and all of
that but how can you remain so calm and emotionless?
Suvock: "What you do not understand Ensign is that Vulcans do not
lack emotion. This is an all too common misconception. It is merely
that our emotions are controlled, kept in check. However if it makes
you "feel" better I do have a certain amount of intrepidation
concerning our situation.
Vazsaya:*With a nervous grin* I wish I could say that helped but it
didn't.
Off:
A Tag post by:
Lt. Commander Suvock
Engineering Officer
Attached to Admiral Zark's yacht
and
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri posting as:
Ensign Vazsaya
Navigator
Lost...
ON
[[Bridge ]]
* Harper sits attentively watching the monitor as the shuttle punched its
way into the shielding. Monitoring it progress hoping the shielding she
modified would let them pass threw the phase shifting dome safely enough.
Her attentions are drawn too the warning chirp coming from the panel she
is watching. Punching up a few keys she discovers the Arkamites have
detected the Shuttles incursion of their dome. The shielding suddenly
goes opaque, and the shuttle vanishes from her screen losing all contact
with the away team *
Harper: ~Good luck guys your on your own~*She says a silent prayer that
they make it * *Turning to the Captain * Sir the Arkamites have scanned
the shuttle entering the dome
Skimmel: That all we need. * Turning too look at her * what of the away
team?
Harper: Lost all contact when the Dome went opaque it could be any thing
from a few minutes too a few hours before we can gain any contact with
them-
Teal: * To Skimmel * Sir there is an incoming transmission from the planet
surface
OFF
=/\= Lt. jg Victoria Harper=/\=
Acting Chief Science Officer. USS Destiny
Inbound
]Kurdin: * sighs * Well what are we waiting for?
ON:
[[Shuttlecraft, Arkham surface]]
Kelly: Nothing. Jazz, with your permission, I'd like to set up a security
perimeter around the shuttle. Might as well know beforehand if any unwanted
guests are gonna crash our little party.
Jazz: *still slightly dazed from the crash* Sure. You're the security
chief, you know what to do.
Kelly: Thanks, Jazz. Nice to know at least someone will still give me a
vote of confidence *smiling* Wallace!
Wallace: Yo!
Kelly: You're coming with me. Get your gear. Sparky, you stay here and
keep a look out. If we don't come back in 5 minutes, start worrying. You
ready, Wallace?
Wallace: *chambering a round in his compression rifle with a sharp
'shak-shak' sound* Locked and loaded, boss. Let's roll.
Kelly: *exiting the shuttlecraft, feeling the oppressive cold despite the
layers of thermals* ~Holy....it's COLD out here. I didn't know anyplace got
so damn cold!~ Ensign, you there?
Wallace: *Stepping out of the shuttle behind her, snug in his extra
thermals, speaking into his radio mike* Yeah, I'm here boss. This is not
my idea of a picnic, though.
Kelly: No kidding. Well, let's get this over with. You bring the motion
sensors?
Wallace: Yup. Too bad we didn't have room for the Em-Gees to link up to
'em.
Kelly: What?
Wallace: Machine guns. Heavy weapons.
Kelly: Oh. Well, don't remind me. I wanted the mortars on this run.
Wallace: Mortars seemed a bit much at the time. I ain't so sure now.
Kelly: Tell me about it. Take half of these and go set up a perimeter on
the other side of the shuttle. I'll take this side.
Wallace: No offense, boss, but I think we should hang together out here. I
certainly don't want to hang separately, if you get my drift.
Kelly: *looking about in the blowing whiteness, sensing an almost palpable
aura of dread* You may have something there, Ensign. Let's go.
OFF:
Two valiant warriors, putting up an early-warning system outside the shuttle
before we all go marching off to Oz.
Ensign John Wallace
TAC, USS Destiny
Chased -Delan
ON:
[[USS Destiny, Bridge]]
Teal: * To Skimmel * Sir there is an incoming
transmission from the planet surface, audio only. It's
commander Delan.
Skimmel: Commander, report.
Delan: * Apparently walking as he speaks, though
perfectly calm otherwise * // Sir, Lt. Carver and I
have just snuck away from an Arkham official of some
sort. He appears to be giving chase. //
Skimmel: * As if he was talking to a child. * Farel...
Listen to me. I want you to stop and go with the
Arkham official.
Delan: // Yes, sir. // * Stopping * // Sir, I thought
I should let you know, the Arkhamites want us, because
they have found out about a federation craft of some
sort entering their shield. //
Skimmel: A rescue mission, Commander.
Delan: // Yes, sir. But that shield is want you could
call a religious artifact. They have references to it
in almost every single chronicle for just about 500
years, sir. It is to the Arkhamites what the Celestial
Temple is to the Bajora. //
Skimmel: Damn... Anyway, Commander, you and Lt. Carver
will stop and go find that official. You will find
Commander Liri and tell her we'll get you all out of there.
Delan: // Yes, sir. //
Skimmel: And, commander, try not to cause an
interstellar diplomatic incident....
Delan: // Sir, I've just spent the last 5 hours
"brushing up" on my protocol skills. I know what I'm
supposed to do, I just had to tell you, but that man
wouldn't let me. //
Skimmel: All right, Farel. Now, if you know what to
do, do that and nothing else.
Delan: // Yes, sir. //
Skimmel: Good. Skimmel out.
Harper: * After the transmission is ended * What the
hell was he doing running away from them like that?
Skimmel: Lieutenant, you never did meet an Englishman
before, did you?
Harper: Sir?
Skimmel: Just letting yourself be caught, that's not
honorable. Being ordered to do so, now that's another
thing....
OFF:
Delan Farel
Chief of Operations
USS Destiny
They
ON:
[[Jubal's Office, Arkham ]]
Jubal: Commander. You can not know how dangerous such an action is.
Liri: Of course not, sir. We can't know because no one will tell us what
is inside the force field.
Jubal: * Only momentarily flustered. * What is inside the forcefield is
irrelevant.
Liri: I disagree. The Federation...
Jubal: The Federation ordered you to stay away from the force-field.
Liri: Would you like to explain to me how you know that... assuming that
it is true?
Jubal: No.
Liri: The forcefield is a tremendous accomplishment. One which your
people can be duly proud. But the Federation has weaponry that could
reduce a planet to cinders...
Jubal: How dare you threaten us?!? If this is the way the Federation
treats applicants, I am not certain that Arkham wishes to be associated
with them...
Liri: * Standing and placing her hands firmly on the table. * If you
would let me get a complete sentence out! I am not threatening you. We
would never do that. My point is that if we can do that to a planet, we
can do that to anything that can be controlled by a forcefield shield!!
* Both of them calm and the tensions ease as Liri returns to her seat. *
Jubal: I see.
Liri: Provided we know something about what we are dealing with, we can
help you eliminate this threat, whatever it is. Helping each other is
what the Federation does for its members. Now...
Jubal: You could eliminate the threat permanently?
Liri: I am certain of that. Provided we had some idea what is in there.
What is in there, Mr. Jubal?
Jubal: It is difficult to speak of it.
Liri: Take as much time as you like. We aren't going anywhere until we
straighten this out.
Jubal: Arkham's history has been one of constant warfare against them.
Liri: What are they?
Jubal: * Looking exasperated as he holds up his hands. * Nearly a
thousand years ago, my ancestors completed the first dome. As late as 500
years ago, they ... the inhabitants of the Mountains of Madness...
escaped. Nearly a quarter of the population of the planet was killed
before my ancestors were able to drive them back and repair the dome. It
was not permitted to speak of them after that.
Liri: So no one actually knows what these inhabitants of ... the
Mountains of Madness are?
Jubal: No. No one actually knows. All we know is that they hate all
living things. And given our population, millions, if not billions would
die if they were to ever escape again. Surely you see why the lives of a
few are less important than the lives of countless individuals.
Liri: * Nodding. * The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.
Jubal: We must stop Destiny from interfering with the shield.
Liri: With all due respect, Mr. Jubal, I don't think you can.
Jubal: Nevertheless, we must and we will.
[[”Laboratory” cell - The Mountains of Madness]]
* The room that they occupy has a single large door and mounted in it
some 4 meters high is a single small window. At the moment, Vazsaya is
standing on Suvock's shoulders, steadying herself with her hands against
the cold rock of the door. They can softly hear the seemingly random
piping of the creatures outside. *
Suvock: Can you reach the opening?
Vazsaya: Nearly.
Suvock: Perhaps if you were to jump?
Vazsaya: Wouldn't that hurt you?
Suvock: Pain is irrelevant. It is essential that we know what is
happening out there.
Vazsaya: If I miss and fall I could twist an ankle.
Suvock: I believe it would be worth the risk.
Vazsaya: Very well. Here goes. * The leap up is not very impressive but
it doesn't need to be. She clutches the edge of the opening and pulls
herself up. Suvock turns toward the door and looks up, ready to catch her
when she releases her grip. Vazsaya looks outside for a moment with
morbid fascination. * Oh my God...
Suvock: What do you see? * Before she can respond, she loses her grip and
drops. Suvock is able to ease the drop enough to prevent any damage but
Vazsaya crumples into a heap on the floor anyway. Suvock drops to the
floor to comfort her. * What did you see, Ensign?
Vazsaya: Jones. The Admiral's Assistant.
Suvock: Yes. Is he all right? * Vazsaya, nearly ready to burst into
tears, can only shake her head. * Ensign. It is imperative that you
control your emotions well enough to communicate what you saw to me. Now.
What did you see?
Vazsaya: Jones. They've cut him open. He's spread out all over the table
there. Intestines this way. Other organs that way.
Suvock: I see. They are dissecting him. That would be a logical course.
Vazsaya: Logical? How can you talk of logical about... about... that?
Suvock: Dissection is a requirement for studying the internal arrangement
of any new species if you lack sufficiently sophisticated sensing
equipment.
[[Bridge - USS Destiny]]
Teal: Captain. I'm detecting a vessel approaching at high speed.
Skimmel: Put it on the main screen.
* The screen shifts to reveal an Arkhamite spaceship approaching. *
Harper: They are scanning us.
Skimmel: Your assessment of their capabilities?
Harper: * After studying her sensors briefly. * They have superior
shielding. They appear to be capable of a maximum speed of Warp 3.
Skimmel: We could easily outrun them. And their weaponry?
Harper: Very primitive. I doubt they could penetrate the ablative coating
much less the shield itself.
Skimmel: Then we'll leave the shields down. We're suppose to be on a
friendly mission here. * Glancing around looking for Kelly then settling
back again. * Who is in charge of Security at the moment?
Teal: That would be Harding, sir. I believe he is in security at the
moment.
Skimmel: * Tapping a communicator. * Bridge to Harding.
Harding: + Harding here. Go ahead. +
Skimmel: We have an Arkhamite ship approaching. We are not sure of their
intentions but they probably are not here for social call. Have your
people ready.
Harding: + Understood. +
Harper: They are initiating a transport beam, Captain.
* And as if to confirm her words, an Arkhamite officer materializes on
the bridge, weapon drawn. He instantly points it at Skimmel. *
Valen (NPC): You are Captain Skimmel?
Skimmel: I am Captain David Skimmel, commander of the USS Destiny.
Valen: You are under arrest for violating the dome.
OFF:
Mr. Harding, you may well find other Arkhamites on board. Please remember
that we're on a friendly mission.
=/\= Captain David Skimmel =/\=
Commanding Officer, USS Destiny
They
]Suvock: Dissection is a requirement for studying the internal
]arrangement of any new species if you lack sufficiently
]sophisticated sensing equipment.
On:
Vazsaya: Well if you ask me they lack any sense of decency to do that
to us.
Suvock: Any more lack then we are when we dissect different animals
in a lab? Or send high energy radiation into single cell organisms to
see what effects it has on them? Never the less we must find away out
of here before we end up like mister Jones out there.
Vazsaya: I hoped you would say that. But what about the Admiral?
Suvock: Since we do not know where they are keeping him or have any
idea if he is alive or not our first duty is to escape and try to
secure help.
Vazsaya: Aye sir.
*The two of them begin to walk around the room slowly so as not to
rise suspicion from the creatures nearby. After going about three
quarters of the way around, Suvock spotted a hole in the wall.
Motioning Vazsaya over to him he points at the hole.*
Suvock: This is the only means out of this room other then the door
that I see.
Vazsaya: Same here. I wonder where it leads.
Suvock: Out of this room obviously.
Vazsaya: That was pretty funny for a Vulcan.
Suvock: I assure you that was not my intentions.
*They both scamper into the hole and find that the inside was not
that different in size than the corridors of a starship. Although
the passageways went in several directions.*
Vazsaya: Which way sir?
Suvock: Trial and error Ensign. We will have to simply choose one.
*About halfway down the passageway they hear aloud screech. Stopping
in their tracks they look up and see what appeared to be some kind of
rodent. Roughly resembling a terrain mouse but with more hair and
fangs like a targ.*
Suvock: This was not a good choice.
Vazsaya: You can say that again!
*The two of them run back to where they started with the rodent close
behind.*
Off:
Lt. Commander Suvock
Engineering officer
Attached to Admiral Zark's yacht.
Searching
ON:
[[ Runabout ]]
Jazz: While their out setting up the perimeter,
see if you can make contact with anyone from
the Admiral's ship, Cassandra.
Cassandra: Yes, ma'am.
* Cassandra turns and sit down, then concentrating she begins to
mumble to herself. *
Cassandra: Admiral.... Admiral.... Suvock.....
[[ a room ]]
Suvock: Hello.
* Suvock thoughts distract from the task at hand. Vazsaya looks at
him strangely. *
Cassandra: = Lt. Cmndr. Suvock =
Suvock: = That would be correct. To whom am I
communicating with? =
Cassandra: = Ensign Cassandra, Navigator, USS Destiny, sir. =
Suvock: = I see. Your present position Ensign. =
Cassandra: = About 3/4 of a kilometer from an opening
in the mountain. We traced your ship to
these coordinates.
Suvock: = Can you get a lock on us and beam us out?=
Cassandra: = Negative. Ship's system took some damage
coming in. And there is something in the
rock that interferes with the scanners. =
Suvock: = That is extremely unfortunate. =
Cassandra: = Why? What is your situation? =
* Looking up at the hole and the rodent sticking it's head out of it.*
Suvock: = Less than desirable. Furthermore, I have
no idea as to the condition or whereabouts
of anyone other than myself and Ensign
Vazsaya. We have been separated from the
others. =
Cassandra: = Why? =
Suvock: = Evaluation and clinical dissection would
appear to be the main objective here. Two
are already dead, I know. =
* Cassandra stops abruptly and turns to Jazz. *
Cassandra: They're dissecting them.
Jazz: Who?
Cassandra: The members of the Admiral's ship. They're
being dissected.
* The look of both horror and anger appear on the faces of those
still within the runabout. The silence is deafening. Both Dre and
Sparks appear to be about to lose their breakfasts. *
Jazz: What else?
Cassandra: Hold on. = Suvock, what about the beings
that attacked you? =
Suvock: Extremely large. About five meters in height
and extremely strong. Apparently unaffected
by the climate. Five-way symmetry with
barrel shaped bodies having five ridges,
each ridge having a tentacle about halfway
down the body. Atop a starfish with five
lobes and an eye on the tip of each lobe.
Also two vestigial wings, function unknown.
* The image in Suvock's mind fills Cassandra's thoughts. *
Cassandra: And they call me ugly.
Kurdin: Ensign?
Cassandra: Nothing. The beings that attacked them are
big and not humanoid. = Suvock = Suvock.
* The contact is lost as silently as it started. Cassandra cannot
reach his mind any longer. *
Cassandra: I've lost him. WE HAVE TO GO NOW!
Kurdin: I concur. We cannot afford to wait on the
the perimeter sensors any longer.
* Just as everyone rises the door opens and in come Kelly and
Wallace. *
Kelly: Well that's that. Everything in place.
Wallace: What's wrong? Why is everybody so weirded out?
Donnelly: The boogyman.
OFF:
Ensign Cassandra
Navigator
USS Destiny
Premonitions - Kurdin
OFF:
Geez... OOGLIE is the word I choose to describe what I picture.
ON:
[[Arkham, Mountains]]
*The runabout lay, half buried in the snow bank that
seemed to have stopped it, the tail section was fairly
clear and the main hatch and the airlock were both
unobstructed. Inside the search team was getting ready
to leave, all that had to be decided was who was going
to be staying behind with Donnelly to repair the
runabout. A few minutes pass, the winds pick up and
the weather seems to clear, giving the aquamarine sky
a very brilliant look matched against the pure white
of the snow and ice. The main hatch opened and the
oilskin wrapped form of Kurdin, flanked by Wallace are
seen emerging from the runabout, they're both holding
pieces of scaffold and they quickly erect a navigation
beacon and put an auxiliary strobe so it could be
found at night. While they are out there, Kurdin
removes his tricorder and quickly scans the area.
They then duck into the safety of the runabout.*
[[Runabout]]
*Kurdin and Wallace take a seat by the now-closed
hatch and go over the scan results*
Kurdin: Negative seven degrees Celsius... everyone pay
attention, no exposed skin... minus Cassandra of
course... you'll be fine. Exposed skin at this
temperature will be frostbitten within five minutes...
is that understood? *a few murmured yes's are heard*
Wallace: What about the wind chill?
Kurdin: Takes the feel down to about -20 degrees...
painfully cold if you're not wearing anything other
than a work uniform. Even the survival blankets and
shelters are only rated to negative twenty... I'd hate
to see what this place is like in the dead of winter.
Wallace: This is the winter?
Kurdin: No... if you noticed the planet's tilt means
the southern pole, where we are, is experiencing it's
summer period.
Wallace: Winter would be lethal.
Kurdin: Most likely. *lifts his survival gear and
straps it on over the oilskin, he then grabs one of
the emergency ponchos, and pulls that on over
everything, and on top of that he straps his rifle on,
the last thing on his body is his medical bag, and
that merely straps over his opposite shoulder, when he
was done, he looked like a silver bear with a bag and
a compression rifle, it was so funny that Kelly and
Donnelly both giggled at him, and he made a goofy face
before pulling the mask across his face and fastening
it down, he then pulls on a pair of goggles that leave
him looking quite goofy, but the end result is exactly
what is needed, absolutely no exposed skin and a very
warm composition of layers*
Kurdin: When everyone decides to join me... I'll be
waiting outside. By the way, I suggest using the
airlock to go in and out with from now on... that way
we don't consume so much power to heat the ship.
*following his own advise, he taps a button on the
airlock hatch and steps in, waits for the inner door
to close and then steps out into the snow*
[[Outside the runabout]]
*Kurdin looked around, the snow, the mountains, it
reminded him of his springs spent in the Ural
Mountains and his annual hunting trips with his father
in Siberia, and the temperature was about right
actually. He took a few steps and then realized
something, he was knee deep in the snow...*
Kurdin: Loose pack... not good. *He then remembered
something he had tossed in the cargo hold at the last
minute. They were small so they fit around the crates
very well. Unfortunately, the cargo hold's hatch was
covered with about a foot of snow. He removed the
folding shovel from his survival equipment and began
digging, Dre came out of the airlock and saw him
digging and joined in with her own small shovel. They
quickly had the hatch uncovered and pried it open,
Kurdin noted that much of what was inside had shifted
in the crash and there was some hull denting and small
fissures in the plating on the side he was on, from
the crash landing* Dre, we need to get these crates
into the runabout, so the emergency equipment doesn't
freeze.
Dre: Yessir... open up the airlock for them sir?
Kurdin: Yeah, once they're inside the others can put
them wherever they'll fit. *he hauls out the first
crate and hands it to Dre, who moves it into the
airlock, and so on with the other crates. Kurdin then
leaned into the small hold and began extracting
multiple pairs of black ice-cleat snowshoes*
Dre: Snowshoes?
Kurdin: Yeah... I suspect that much of this snow is
loose-pack and only god knows how deep... so snowshoes
are a good idea. *he places a pair down in front of
him, steps into them and fastens the locking straps to
his extreme weather boots. Dre mimics and then
carries the rest to the airlock*
*As Dre has her back turned, Kurdin walks up to a
bluff that overlooks a large valley between the
mountains, and he sees something moving in the
distance, he can't quite make out what it is as he
raises his binoculars to his eyes and by the time he
has them trained on where the movement was, all he
sees is white... he lowers the binoculars and tries to
pick it up again but there is nothing... the only
sound being the wind.*
Kurdin: Odd...
Wallace: What's odd?
*Kurdin nearly jumps out of his skin, snow muffles
noise very well and he never heard Wallace approach*
Kurdin: Geez John... anyway... I thought I saw
something moving out there... *points down into the
valley* but when I tried to get a closer look, all I
saw were a few, somewhat round snow-covered... rocks I
guess. I swore I saw them moving before.
Wallace: I think you're just jumpy... the rest of the
group is coming out now.
OFF:
=^= Lt. Ivan Kurdin MD =^=
CMO USS Destiny
Premonitions - Kurdin
]Wallace: What's odd?
]
]*Kurdin nearly jumps out of his skin, snow muffles
]noise very well and he never heard Wallace approach*
]
]Kurdin: Geez John... anyway... I thought I saw
]something moving out there... *points down into the
]valley* but when I tried to get a closer look, all I
]saw were a few, somewhat round snow-covered... rocks I
]guess. I swore I saw them moving before.
]
]Wallace: I think you're just jumpy... the rest of the
]group is coming out now.
ON:
[[Arkham polar surface]]
Kurdin: Yeah, I guess I was.
Wallace: *chambering a round in his grenade launcher* Still, can't hurt to
be prepared, you know? ~Especially if he DID see something out there, which
hasn't been ruled out yet~ If Cassandra's right, these things that've
snatched the Admiral are gonna be pretty mean, from a tactical perspective.
If they can survive in this climate without clothing... *he let the sentence
hang*
Kurdin: *finishing the thought* Then their skin's probably thick enough to
stop anything we've got in our arsenal. You know, I'm starting to regret
arguing against the photon mortars.
Wallace: Me too. *he shrugged* Hindsight, neh?
Kurdin: *nodding* Hindsight...
Wallace: Good idea, bringing snowshoes. I should have thought of that
myself.
Kurdin: Well, I did grow up in Siberia, you know.
Wallace: Yup. Wish we had some skis, though.
Kurdin: Why? We have to travel uphill to reach the Admiral, if Cassandra's
right about their location.
Wallace: Yup. Won't help get us there, but we might be wanting to come
back in a big hurry.
Kurdin: Good point. We can probably rig something with the crates and
pallets.
Wallace: Good man, Ivan. Resourcefulness is a kingly virtue. *suddenly
stopping, looking out in the distance*
Kurdin: *noticing Wallace looking towards the rock formations that he
himself had just scrutinized* What is it?
Wallace: Can't tell. All this snow is like a desert. Mirages aren't
uncommon. If it turns out that it's actually M-A-H, I'm sure the scanner
net will pick up on it.
Kurdin: M-A-H?
Wallace: You'd think I'd have dropped all my old 21st century slang by now,
wouldn't you? *sighs* Mobile, Agile and Hostile. I doubt it, though. Sun
off the snow can play tricks with your eyes. *notices Kurdin's binoculars*
Mind if I take a closer look, Ivan?
Kurdin: *handing him the binocs* Sure, knock yourself out.
Wallace: *holding the lenses to his eyes, silently scanning the rock field
on max magnification for nearly thirty seconds, then slowly lowering them.
The grim look on his face sent a slight shiver through the doctor* Ivan.
Kurdin: Yeah, John?
Wallace: Get inside. Now. Get Kelly and Sparks out here. We got company.
Kurdin: On it! *rushing towards the airlock, but stopped by Wallace's
voice*
Wallace: Ivan!
Kurdin: Yeah?
Wallace: Bring me my rucksack. It's time to see what that TR-116 will do.
OFF:
Ensign John Wallace
TAC, USS Destiny.
Sorting the Deck
ON:
*Venka and Vishee are both working on the comm link it seems in a
meditation like attitude. Venka looks up as she finally figures it out*
Vishee: Something good?
Venka: Yes I fixed it..
Vishee: Yes! now we just have to let Harper know.
Venka: Yes let me do that. *stands up and calls Harper on her communicator*
Harper: Harper here.
Venka: Hello Miss Harper, good news. We fixed the comm link as you can tell.
Is everything alright down there?
OFF:
Lieutenant J/G venka.
Science Department.
USS Destiny
A Position to Help.
ON:
[[ Arkham // Shield Generator Station Three ]]
* Buried deep within the southern polar ice, a subterranean complex
consisting of two generators, sits virtually deserted. The
maintenance bots take care of most of the routine functions, with
only minor instruction or aide from the support staff. Four
Arkhamites rotate their twelve hours shifts, in two man teams. It has
been three months since this crew arrived to keep this section of the
shield monitored. Seven other sections, identical to this one, keep
the shield intact. However today they have a slight problem. *
Computer: RED ALERT! RED ALERT!
Alpha Technician One: Computer display schematics.
Alpha Technician Two: Maintenance bots to generator three.
Beta Technician One: Oh my Lords of Light.
Beta Technician Two: The prophecy.
[[ USS Destiny // Bridge ]]
* The Arkhamite stands, weapon drawn upon Captain Skimmel. Alarms
sound as the ship has uninvited guests. *
Computer: INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!
Teal: Captain, I'm picking up a transmission.
Skimmel: * looking at the Arkhamite * Origin. And shut off that
alarm.
Teal: Planetside. It's an emergency call.
Arkhamite: Probably your intruders into the shield
calling for help.
Teal: Negative. It is a distress call from one
of the shield generator stations.
Arkhamite: * panic * Dear Lords of Light. Preserve us.
Skimmel: Location?
Harper: Approximately four kilometers from the
shield. And two kilometers below surface.
Arkhamite: * outrage * You did this. Your interference into the
shield will destroy us all.
Skimmel: I suggest you calm down. Ensign, what else?
Teal: They are reporting a major malfunction
within the primary generator. Secondary
is unavailable. They are projecting
shield failure within the 1/2 hour.
Harper: I'm reading severe fluxuations in the
shield. It's destabilizing. It's multi-
phasic cycle is changing, interfering
with the adjacent sections.
Skimmel: * turning to the Arkhamite * How many sections are there?
Arkhamite: * irrational fear * Eight, but if one goes, they all go.
Skimmel: Get me the planet, Ensign.
OFF:
Ensign Teal
Communications
USS Destiny
Guess who's coming to dinner
OFF
OOC:Sorry, guys! I know, I keep saying that, and I
wish I could tell you why I am so busy, but you will
just have to take my word for it. We're BUSY! I'll try
to 'steal' some more time for posting. Captain, I will
try harder.
Harding: Don't worry, you weren't necessarily ignored,
maybe we just didn't have the right way to continue
your post. Happens to me all the time. But with me, I
think sometimes it's the Lt.'s way of telling me to
put a sock in it. ;D
By the way, The movie reference was the 13th warrior.
What do I win?
ON
Wallace: *holding the lenses to his eyes, silently scanning the rock field
on max magnification for nearly thirty seconds, then slowly lowering them.
The grim look on his face sent a slight shiver through the doctor* Ivan.
Kurdin: Yeah, John?
Wallace: Get inside. Now. Get Kelly and Sparks out here. We got company.
Kurdin: On it! *rushing towards the airlock, but stopped by Wallace's voice*
Wallace: Ivan!
Kurdin: Yeah?
Wallace: Bring me my rucksack. It's time to see what that TR-116 will do.
Kurdin: Yeah! *Runs into the runabout* Sparks, Kelly,
come on, we got company. *Together, they all run out
to Wallace's position.*
Kelly: Okay, Wallace, which direction? *He points*
Okay, let's set up a firing line. Don't waste your
shots. I don't want to start a landslide or something.
Make sure you can hit it. Don't tip our hand too quickly.
Sparks: What if they are friendly?
Kelly: Doubt it. they wouldn't be in here if they
were. Try to fire a spoiler to give them an option,
though, if you can.
Wallace: And if they fire first?
Kelly: They may not have those types of weapons, but if
they show any sign of hostility, open 'em up like a
ham sandwich. our safety is paramount.
Sparks: Yeah, and besides, Wallace, how much more
trouble could we possibly get into? We've already
crossed it with our little infiltration into this
freezer here.
Kelly: You would be surprised, Sparks.
Sparks: *Looks up at Kelly* I bet I would. *returns to
his firing position, and readies his weapon.*
Kelly: Okay, now we wait...
OFF
Okay, wait for what? What kind of weapons are we
carrying? do we have any ordnance, like a rifle mount
grenade launcher? and what are we up against?
=====
Lieutenant J.G.
Sparks, Colin M.(Human)
Assistant security chief
USS Destiny NCC-42691
Tension
OFF:
Our ordinance is:
Compression rifles
Slung-under photon grenade launchers (max range on
these is probably about what one would be today
approx. 150 yards maximum)
Handheld phasers
Wallace's T-116 solid projectile rifle
the runabout's phaser strips
ON:
[[Outside Runabout]]
*Kurdin despite not being trained for combat, had
hunted and was a decent enough shot to stay outside.
He was also a rated combat medic and was actually
working towards getting his combat surgeon ratings in
his off-time. He had gotten everyone except Jenn,
Sparks, and Wallace back inside the runabout and
closed the airlock hatch as he came back out. He
walked up and listened.*
Sparks: What if they are friendly?
Kelly: Doubt it. they wouldn't be in here if they
were. Try to fire a spoiler to give them an option,
though, if you can.
Wallace: And if they fire first?
Kelly: They may not have those types of weapons, but if
they show any sign of hostility, open 'em up like a
ham sandwich. our safety is paramount.
Sparks: Yeah, and besides, Wallace, how much more
trouble could we possibly get into? We've already
crossed it with our little infiltration into this
freezer here.
Kelly: You would be surprised, Sparks.
Sparks: *Looks up at Kelly* I bet I would. *returns to
his firing position, and readies his weapon.*
Kelly: Okay, now we wait...
Kurdin: Lieutenant Kelly, please remember that
regardless whether what I saw is something or not...
we do not 'fire first' on a first contact species.
That would be in direct violation of the Prime
Directive. I would suggest leaving John to monitor
them and to continue on the rescue mission as we have
already lost one hour of daylight... that means we
have 7 hours left.
*Jazz exits the airlock and walks up to Kurdin*
Jazz: Ivan, is everyone ready?
Kurdin: Soon... I thought I saw something down by that
mass of rocks down there but I wasn't sure... Kelly,
Wallace, and Sparks are playing it safe I guess.
Jazz: Seems like a waste of time... even if there was
something... there's a twenty-five meter cliff between
us and them and we're on top of it. Unless they have
some way to fly..... there's no way they're going to
be able to get to us.
OFF:
Alright, just for clarification. The creature Ivan
spotted and then couldn't locate again was a Sloggoth,
it has the ability to somewhat chameleon itself
(explains why he lost it in the snow) and moves rather
sluggishly. Think "The Blob" but it also has built up
some rather nasty resistances because of the
weather... our phasers would likely do nothing more
than warm it slightly... the T-116, well... I have no
doubt that it wouldn't do enough damage to even stun
one of them.
BTW, away team... Wallace came up with a good
idea... create sled-like things to bring the survivors
back down on... lot easier than carrying cots the
whole way. (Think ski patrol and their baskets)
=^= Lt. Ivan Kurdin MD =^=
CMO USS Destiny
A Position to Help.
] OFF: How about getting something else going so everybody else doesn't
] get bored. Hope you don't mind.
]
]
] ON:
]
] [[ Arkham // Shield Generator Station Three ]]
]
] * Buried deep within the southern polar ice, a subterranean complex
] consisting of two generators, sits virtually deserted. The
] maintenance bots take care of most of the routine functions, with
] only minor instruction or aide from the support staff. Four
] Arkhamites rotate their twelve hours shifts, in two man teams. It has
] been three months since this crew arrived to keep this section of the
] shield monitored. Seven other sections, identical to this one, keep
] the shield intact. However today they have a slight problem. *
]
] Computer: RED ALERT! RED ALERT!
]
] Alpha Technician One: Computer display schematics.
]
] Alpha Technician Two: Maintenance bots to generator three.
]
] Beta Technician One: Oh my Lords of Light.
]
] Beta Technician Two: The prophecy.
]
] [[ USS Destiny // Bridge ]]
]
] * The Arkhamite stands, weapon drawn upon Captain Skimmel. Alarms
] sound as the ship has uninvited guests. *
]
] Computer: INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!
]
] Teal: Captain, I'm picking up a transmission.
]
] Skimmel: * looking at the Arkhamite * Origin. And shut off that
] alarm.
]
] Teal: Planetside. It's an emergency call.
]
] Arkhamite: Probably your intruders into the shield
] calling for help.
]
] Teal: Negative. It is a distress call from one
] of the shield generator stations.
]
] Arkhamite: * panic * Dear Lords of Light. Preserve us.
]
] Skimmel: Location?
]
] Harper: Approximately four kilometers from the
] shield. And two kilometers below surface.
]
] Arkhamite: * outrage * You did this. Your interference into the
] shield will destroy us all.
]
] Skimmel: I suggest you calm down. Ensign, what
] else?
]
] Teal: They are reporting a major malfunction
] within the primary generator. Secondary
] is unavailable. They are projecting
] shield failure within the 1/2 hour.
]
] Harper: I'm reading severe fluxuations in the
] shield. It's destabilizing. It's multi-
] phasic cycle is changing, interfering
] with the adjacent sections.
]
] Skimmel: * turning to the Arkhamite * How many sections are there?
]
] Arkhamite: * irrational fear * Eight, but if one goes, they all go.
]
] Skimmel: Get me the planet, Ensign.
]
] OFF:
]
] TAG
]
] Ensign Teal
] Communications
] USS Destiny
]
] OFF: This should give everybody else something to do.
ON:
[[USS Destiny, Security Office]]
Harding's eyes narrowed as the claxons sounded. He quickly accessed the
computer interface. in a few milliseconds the tell tale blips of life
forms appeared on his monitor. only to fade away into non-existence. Harding
swore.
Harding: -=/\=- Red Team and Blue team, move to intercept intruders on Decks
12 and 13 -=/\=-
Picking his Phaser up of the desk Harding tapped his Comm Badge Again.
-=/\=- Harding to Bridge -=/\=-
[[Bridge USS Destiny]]
Teal: Bridge, Go ahead Harding
Harding -=/\=-The good news is, I've got security Teams moving in on the
Intruders. Bad News, I think they got to the Internal sensors on the lower
decks. *Harding runs to into a turbo lift* I should have the mess cleaned
up soon enough. Harding Out -=/\=-
Teal: Captain, Ensign Harding Reports that Security is moving against the
intruders and that internal sensors on lower decks are no longer responding.
Kimmel: Get Harding to Deploy a team to Engineering NOW! *spinning around to
the Engineering Console* And see what you can do about those sensors.
OFF:
Not sure how you guys want to play this bit:/ We can have engineering fix
this, and science work on the Surface stuff, or vice Versa, so jump in at
this point:P
ON:
[[USS Destiny, Deck 12]]
The lights flicker as Harding approaches a security team half crouched,
positioned around a corner.
NPC Security Officer: Sir, we have not seen anything. This deck is clear.
*Harding frowns and receives the communication from the bridge*
Harding: Quickly, reposition yourselves in Engineering. I want a complete
lockdown of the entire Engineering deck, I wan every molecule in Engineering
accounted for. MOVE!
-=/\=- Blue Team, This is Harding, Report -=/\=-
-=/\=- Sir, Deck 13 is clear _=/\=-
Harding -=/\=- Damn! All right, keep moving down, from deck to deck, as fast
as you can. If we have to, we will sandwich them between you and Red Team
in Engineering. -=/\=-
-=/\=- Aye Sir -=/\=-
On an impulse Harding ran down the flickering concourse towards an
alternative turbolift. As he ran, a side corridor got his attention. He
doubled back and stared.
-=/\=- Harding to Bridge, They are in the Jeffries tubes! I need internal
sensors now! -=/\=-
with little hesitation, Harding crawled head first into the tubes.
OFF:
Tag to anyone
-=/\=- Ensign Robert Harding -=/\=-
Security Officer
USS Destiny
Tension
]Sparks: *Looks up at Kelly* I bet I would. *returns to
]his firing position, and readies his weapon.*
]
]Kelly: Okay, now we wait...
]
]Kurdin: Lieutenant Kelly, please remember that
]regardless whether what I saw is something or not...
]we do not 'fire first' on a first contact species.
]That would be in direct violation of the Prime
]Directive. I would suggest leaving John to monitor
]them and to continue on the rescue mission as we have
]already lost one hour of daylight... that means we
]have 7 hours left.
]
]*Jazz exits the airlock and walks up to Kurdin*
]
]Jazz: Ivan, is everyone ready?
]
]Kurdin: Soon... I thought I saw something down by that
]mass of rocks down there but I wasn't sure... Kelly,
]Wallace, and Sparks are playing it safe I guess.
]
]Jazz: Seems like a waste of time... even if there was
]something... there's a twenty-five meter cliff between
]us and them and we're on top of it. Unless they have
]some way to fly..... there's no way they're going to
]be able to get to us.
ON:
Wallace: We don't know if they can fly or not, Jazz. Since the force
shield is shaped like a dome instead of a wall, it stands to reason that
something in this godforsaken ice cube of a world can fly, or at least jump
fairly high.
Jazz: *chewing on the thought* Good point. I want you to stay here and
keep an eye on whatever that is. I trust you can keep to the Prime
Directive, Ensign?
Wallace: I'm not in the practice of shooting first and asking questions
later. *shrugging, continuing in a matter-of-fact tone* If whatever's out
there attacks the ship, I'll deal with it as best I can. Otherwise, it's
got nothing to fear from me.
Kelly: Kurdin's right, though I hate to admit it *grinning*. You guys need
to get going. As cold as it is in the daytime, it'd freeze us to the bone
during the night. Let's go get our people, and Ensign Wallace here can keep
Moira company until we get back. *turning around* We'll be right....damn?
Where'd he go?
Kurdin: Up into the snowdrifts behind the shuttle. He's good at that, it
seems.
Kelly: Good at what?
Kurdin: Coming and going without making a scene.
OFF:
Time to get moving, people. Daylight's wasting.
Ensign John Wallace
TAC, USS Destiny
rising temperatures
ON
[[Bridge]]
Valen (NPC): You are Captain Skimmel?
Skimmel: I am Captain David Skimmel, commander of the USS Destiny.
Valen: You are under arrest for violating the dome.
- -
* Victoria swiveled around in her chair as Valen materialised and pointed
a weapon at the Captain. Her first reaction was to reach for her own
phaser, but she quickly reminded herself this was a friendly diplomatic
mission and it probably would not be the best course of action. Passing a
glance at her screen she sees that at least two-dozen Arkhamites have
beamed aboard. Three more had beamed onto the bridge and were now
standing at key points securing the bridge. One was standing behind her
his weapon trained in her direction. She turns and looks at him, smiling,
and notices that he is a little uncomfortable in the warmer environment of
the ship. Reaching out with her hand she places it, inconspicuously, on
the consol and not looking at the panel accesses the environmental
controls and ups the temperature by 3o just enough to make them feel a
little more uncomfortable. *
- -
Harper: I'm reading severe fluxuations in the shield. It's destabilizing.
Its multi-phasic cycle is changing, interfering with the adjacent
sections.
Skimmel: * turning to the Arkhamite * How many sections are there?
Arkhamite: * irrational fear * Eight, but if one goes, they all go.
- -
Skimmel: Miss Harper. The disturbance in the shielding was it caused by
the shuttles entry?
Harper: * Going over the data on the consol * No. The modulations I made
to the Newton were specifically designed to amalgamate with the shielding,
to protect it and the shuttle from such an occurrence. The admiral's
yacht may have caused some damage on entry, but I cant see how it could
cause something as big as a power collapse.
* Valen motioned for the guard behind Harper to watch her movements. Both
were now feeling a little uncomfortable in the rising temperature. *
Harper: I'm running a scan on the shield to find the cause * Her hands
work quickly on the consol. And she watches out of the corner of her eye
as the guard wipes a bead of sweat of his forehead. The consol chirps *
Computer: [Planetary shielding unstable. Shield collapse in twenty-two
minutes thirty-eight seconds]
Valen: * A sense of great panic * this is your entire fault. * Steps
closer to the Captain his weapon still on him * If out government was not
so keen to join your federation, you would not have come and none of this
would have happened-
Harper: I beg to differ * Looking up from the screen * Yes the shuttles
entering the shielding did cause a minor flux. But according to my scans,
there has been a power drain coming from within the primary generator its
self, and had been doing so, slowly, for some time
Valen: * now sweating profusely * what do you mean? None of our people
would dare interfere with the shielding
Skimmel: Can you do something now to prevent the shield collapse Lt?
Computer: [Planetary shield collapse in nineteen minutes five seconds}
Harper: I am initiating a power transfer beam to the primary generator. *
There is uneasiness from the Arkhamites as Harper initiates the beam, the
one standing behind her starts muttering to himself * Beam initiated.
Computer: [Planetary shielding stabilising]
* There is a sense of relief from every one on the bridge *
Harper: The transfer beam will only has enough power for at least five
hours. Sir * Turning to face the Captain * I would like to take a team
down to the planet surface to see what has been causing the power drain,
and repair it-
OFF
=/\= Lt. jg Victoria Harper=/\=
Acting Chief Science Officer. USS Destiny
Well if you were trapped somewhere for 600 years wouldn't you try to get
out..?
In The Line Of Fire, And Ice
ON:
*Liri listened as the premier rated and raved...and then gestured to
the security guards near the door. She could see Carver and Delan
already in custody...and she knew that she was to be next...*
Liri: ~~Great...I've always wondered what happened to a diplomat who
thoroughly and irrevocably screws up in high-stakes
negotiations...looks like I get the chance to find out.~~
*She was about to speak, but Jubal spoke first...and stepped in
between Liri and the guards.*
Jubal: *tot he premier* Sir--I do not believe it wise to take Cmdr.
Liri into custody...
Premier: *angry* WHY NOT?!?
Jubal: *rationally, in a claming tone* Because, sir, she is the chief
negotiator...she has things like diplomat immunity and such up her
sleeve...all of them do...
Premier: WHY SHOULD I CARE?!?
Jubal: *continuing as if the premier had not shouted* Also sir...she
is much more useful where she can interact with us. She is our only
link between us, the ship in orbit, and the Federation...and whether
or not we care to admit it...we do not wish to anger the
Federation...and frankly, she isn't a threat. She's a trained
professional, and she has not once been out of my sight. During that
time sir, she has been courteous, intelligent, and rational. I believe
it would be a grave mistake to take her into custody, sir.
Premier: *annoyed* And what about the others?
Jubal: Hold them, but in their quarters. Post guards outside, but
allow access to Cmdr. Liri an myself. They should be extended every
courtesy of their position, save that of free movement.
*Liri, saddened by what she must authorize for the sake of peace,
nods silently, glancing briefly at her team and hoping they
understand...*
*At this point, the news about the shield comes in and all hell
breaks loose, until the news is given that the Destiny has stabilized
the shield. The premier turns to Jubal.*
Premier: *still angry, but no longer so irrational* Fine. But I want
her *points to Liri* guarded at night.
*Jubal nods, and Skimmel comes over Liri's commlink. The premier
growls, wondering why it has not yet been confiscated...*
Skimmel //Mr. Premier...with your permission, we would like to
assemble a team to come to the surface and see if we cannot repair
your shield generator...//
[[Meanwhile...]]
*Vazsaya stopped running, and turned to Suvock.*
Vazsaya: *to Suvock* Sir. We should stand and fight...
Suvock: Ensign?
Vazsaya: *frantic* Sir, the rat or those beings in there...the rat is
smaller, less intelligent, and weaker. It is the better of the two
choices.
Suvock: The fact remains, we have nothing to fight with.
Vazsaya: Oh, yes we do...*she kicks the wall, and a large, sharp
piece of ice comes off. She kicks it again, and another one falls.
She hands it to Suvock, and keeps the first for herself, wielding it
like a combat knife.* When in doubt, use ice...so, what do you say
sir...do we take our chances, armed and with a plan, with the
rat...or loose them with the impenetrable big things back there...?
OFF: Tag...!
=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO/Diplomat
"Do diplomats get to have hearts...?"
USS Destiny
|Also Posting As|
Ens. Vazsaya, Navigator of Runabout
"Freak chance is better than no chance."
Let's get going!
OFF: Thanks for everyone's patience with me... Now I'm really back.
ON:
Kelly: Well... Wallace can't do anything to surprise me anymore... But yeah,
we should get moving, otherwise there'd be a few security officers popsicle
sticks out there...
Kurdin: *jokingly* I'll keep my phaser set on defrost.
Kelly: Oh... NOW he makes the jokes. *grins* I intend to stay very much alive
down here... after all, I left Harding in charge!
Sparks: *chuckles* Eh, he'll hold his own.
*Kelly and Sparks are both fully decked out in extreme weather gear*
Sparks: We look just as ridiculous as Kurdin.
Kelly: And we'll be just as warm and cozy. So are we going or what?
OFF:
Tag.
=/\= Lieutenant Jennifer "Jenn" Kelly =/\=
Chief of Security
USS Destiny
Prophecy
OOF:
Okay, since Wallace slipped around behind the runabout, I will go
with he's the security staying to guard the shuttle.
ON:
[[ Arkham // Southern Polar Region - Inside the shield ]]
* The away team assembles outside the runabout, minus Wallace,
Donnelly and Cassandra. *
Jazz: Where's Cassandra?
Kurdin: I don't know, she was right behind me.
Dre: Maybe she's still inside.
* Cassandra watches as John moves silently and swiftly behind the
shuttle. Then moving over to him. Touching him lightly on the
shoulder. *
Wallace: * spinning around * Aaee! What the hell?
Cassandra: * smiles * Easy, John. It's not the boogyman. Well, I
guess as far as humans go, maybe I am. But
I'm not the enemy.
Wallace: You almost got shot. Didn't anyone ever
tell you not to sneak up on people on
watch?
Cassandra: * giggling * I didn't sneak up. The perimeter defense
sensors aren't working properly. There's
to much electro-magnetic interference from
the rock formations.
* Noticing that she seems awfully happy, given the situation. *
Wallace: You alright?
Cassandra: Wonderful.
Wallace: * confused * Huh?
Cassandra: Absolutely puurrrfffeeccttt. Anyway I just
wanted to tell you to be careful. And don't
let the boooggyymmmannn get you.
* Cassandra leans forward, tugging his face cover down slightly,
kisses his cheek gently, returns it, then walks off giggling and
disappears into the snow. *
Wallace: W-I-E-R-D! Definitely weird.
Jazz: Where have you been?
Cassandra: Checking out a couple of things, Jazzo. The
radios won't work more than eight to ten
meters apart out here. The tricorders don't
work more than six to eight, all the
electro-magnetic interference.
* They all look at Cassandra *
Kelly: That's not good. Can't keep in contact with
the runabout. And we can't afford to get
separated.
Kurdin: No we can't. We have to stay close
together.
Cassandra: * laughing * And there's a storm coming.
Dre: What?
Jazz: What are you talking about?
Cassandra: * giggling * Don't know. There's a shift in the electro-
magnetic signature. See, that's the way I
figured it out, that's why the shield is
so strong. It's built around a fluxuating
electro-magnetic core within the planet.
* Moving her hands around pointing and waving. *
But something's happening, it's getting
stronger. The fluxuations are getting
BIGGER. Soon the shield won't be able to
utilize the natural phasing and it will
fail. First here, then there, then
EVERYWHERE! We have to get our people and
leave soon or we won't be able to escape
the electro-magnetic field.
Kurdin: I don't like it. Cassandra is not herself.
Kelly: Could the field flux be affecting her?
Jazz: Ivan?
Kurdin: So little is known about the Medusans.
Anything is possible.
Dre: Perhaps she should stay with the ship.
* Pulling away quickly. *
Cassandra: OH NO. You're not leaving me behind. YOU
NEED ME!
* Settling down *
It's like a caffeine rush from
Romulus. Everything is on overdrive. But I
can handle it.
Jazz: * grabbing Cassandra * You're right. We do need you, but I need
at one hundred percent.
Cassandra: Yes ma'am. ~ I'm at two, three, no four
hundred percent. ~
Kurdin: Get the shoes on. We need to go.
* Everyone puts the awkward shoes on. They begin to head off in
the direction of the opening. Kelly monitors the tricorder, looking
for any movement, while Cassandra takes the lead, less encumbered by
having no extra clothing to wear and extremely sensitive to their
surroundings. *
[[ Inside the Mountain ]]
* The whistling stops and the two beings move off to another area,
leaving their experimentations behind. They move to a large wall,
it's display constantly changing. The two begin whistling at each
other with a definite change in frequency and tone. The pitches
sharper and more erratic. *
Vazsaya: What's going on?
Suvock: I do not know. I would surmise however, that
they have discovered something interesting or
unusual, gauging by the change in the patterns.
Notice how they went from mellow, deep, long
tones, to sharp, quick, higher pitches.
Vazsaya: So we're interesting and unusual. How comforting
they think so. Maybe they won't dissect us.
* Her tone condescending and sarcastic. *
Suvock: I seriously doubt that. I am the only Vulcan and
you are the only female on the mission. They
will no doubt dissect us for clinical analysis,
as soon as it becomes convenient or necessary.
Vazsaya: Thanks for pointing that out.
Suvock: Right now, we have other problems.
* The rodent's whisker twitch in anticipation. *
[[ Shield Generator Station Three ]]
Alpha Tech One: There's no response to our distress call.
Beta Tech One: The shield has stabilized.
Alpha Tech One: But why? What caused the overload to start out with?
Alpha Tech Two: And for how long? Computer shows a progressively
erratic change within the planetary core pattern.
We can't compensate for that.
Beta Tech Two: * muttering * Low and behold the land of white will
rumble. And from it, death will come.
Beta Tech One: Will you shut up with all the "end of the world"
crap. We need answers, not myths.
Alpha Tech One: Why? He may just be right.
OFF
TAG
Ensign Cassandra
Navigator
USS Destiny
Prophecy
]Okay, since Wallace slipped around behind the runabout, I will go
]with he's the security staying to guard the shuttle.
]
]ON:
]
][[ Arkham // Southern Polar Region - Inside the shield ]]
]* Cassandra watches as John moves silently and swiftly behind the
]shuttle. Then moving over to him. Touching him lightly on the
]shoulder. *
]
]Wallace: * spinning around * Aaee! What the hell?
]
]Cassandra: * smiles * Easy, John. It's not the boogyman. Well, I
] guess as far as humans go, maybe I am. But
] I'm not the enemy.
]
]Wallace: You almost got shot. Didn't anyone ever
] tell you not to sneak up on people on
] watch?
]
]Cassandra: * giggling * I didn't sneak up. The perimeter defense
] sensors aren't working properly. There's
] to much electro-magnetic interference from
] the rock formations.
]
]* Noticing that she seems awfully happy, given the situation. *
]
]Wallace: You alright?
]
]Cassandra: Wonderful.
]
]Wallace: * confused * Huh?
]
]Cassandra: Absolutely puurrrfffeeccttt. Anyway I just
] wanted to tell you to be careful. And don't
] let the boooggyymmmannn get you.
]
]* Cassandra leans forward, tugging his face cover down slightly,
]kisses his cheek gently, returns it, then walks off giggling and
]disappears into the snow. *
ON:
Wallace: W-I-E-R-D! Definitely weird. ~But Visalayans are
made up of sentient electromagnetic energy, aren't' they? Maybe that would
explain her attitude. I wonder if the fields down here are getting her
high? I hope not. Regardless, if she's right, then I'll have to move
closer to the sensor to get an accurate reading. Guess that's that, then.~
*He begins to creep as quietly as possible to a nearby sensor, and when he's
within a few meters, he digs a small cave into the side of a snowdrift.
Slipping into the cozy hole, he camouflages the opening. Now he can see the
shuttle clearly, as well as a fair field of fire around it. Any approach
from that angle, he should see. Behind him, the motion sensor scans
constantly for any anomaly. For once, he feels reasonably secure. And that
scares him.*
OFF:
Watching and waiting, hoping that this trip remains boring.
Ensign John Wallace,
TAC, USS Destiny
A Better Mouse Trap
[[Entrance to Rodent Hole]]
On:
*Suvock looked first from the aliens in the room back to the strange
rodent behind them getting ready to strike. After his mental contact
with Ensign Cassandra it convinced him now more then before that they
needed to escape from this place.*
Suvock: *Raising the ice spear* Looks like we go with your plan
Ensign.
Vazsaya: Excellent. Let's do it.
*Suvock and Vazsaya both attack at the rodent with the ice spears.
The rodent screeches loudly at them and is not intimidated by them in
the least.
Suvock: *Hearing the loud whistles coming from the large room* I
believe they have discovered our escape. There is no turning back now
Ensign.
Vazsaya: I hadn't planned on it.
*Suvock stabs at the rodent with his spear but the rodent is nipping
at the spears and finally gets a hold of Suvock's and swings his head
sharply throwing Suvock hard against the wall and breaking the spear.
Vazsaya saw an opening as the rodent headed for the downed Vulcan.
With a quick movement she shoved the ice spear through the neck of
the rodent who screeched loudly flailing back and forth until it
falls lifeless.*
Vazsaya: Are you ok sir?
Suvock: *Standing* I am uninjured. Good work Ensign.
Vazsaya: Thank you sir. Now what?
Suvock: We explore the tunnel. Logic would dictate that there are
other entrances to these tunnels that the rodent created. Perhaps one
will lead out of this facility.
*Suvock attempted to relay mentally to Ensign Cassandra what was
happening to them. He could at least attempt to keep the rescue team
apprised of their situation. As they move forward into the tunnel the
air turns colder again and Suvock begins to shiver.*
Suvock: Vulcans are just not suited to this environment. I will
maintain as best I can but if I falter you must continue on without
me.
Off:
Tag Vazsaya!
=/\=
Lt. Commander Suvock
Engineering Officer
Attached to Admiral Zarks yacht
Mind Of Ice And Heart Of Fire
ON:
Vazsaya: *quietly* I think we can avoid that, sir...but you must do
exactly as I say.
Suvock: *curious* Yes?
Vazsaya: First of all...take your fingers out of their places in your
gloves, and curl them up inside the hand part of your gloves, against
your palms. Then, place your hands in your pockets. *he does so* Now,
shut up and don't protest...*she removes a second pair of thermal
gloves and a hat from a pocket in her jacket, and helps him put them
on*...and now, lower your head slightly, and put your mouth own
inside your jacket...the heat of your breath will help keep your
chest warm.
Suvock: *curiously, as the continue on* Ensign...where did you learn
all this?
Vazsaya: *laughs* You ever hear of Enke III, sir...?
Suvock: Enke III....
Vazsaya: A nice little planet, really...a climate almost identical to
this one, though with a little less deep snowfall and a lot less
monsters...there's a small Federation colony there. It's where I'm
from...*she laughs* Strange upbringing, really...the fields around
Ekne mean that communications can only be sent once every 5.25
years...ironically, this worked out so that we slept, oblivious,
right through the whole Dominion War....!
OFF: Tag....
=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO
USS Destiny
|Posting As|
Ens. Vazsyaa
"Ice Is Nice"
The Great City
OFF:
Figured it was time to introduce this element of the
polar cap.
ON:
[[Arkham, Inside the Dome]]
*The away team, minus Donnelly and Wallace were making
their way though the large ice cave that was the first
step on their way to the First Councilor and Admiral
Zark. It had gotten colder since they left, the
temperatures had dropped to about -40 degrees and were
holding steady. Kurdin and Jazz were leading the way,
Kelly was right behind them, followed by Dre,
Cassandra, and bringing up the rear was Sparks.
Everyone was armed with phaser rifles and hand
phasers. Kelly and Sparks both had two photon
grenades attached to their survival vests as well.*
Jazz: There's an opening up ahead... looks like it's
the only way to go.
*they keep walking until they reach it, they all look
out it before continuing. As they exit, they all
start looking around*
Kurdin: My God... *everyone looks where he's pointing,
his eyes remain trained on the enormous city, from a
distance it had looked like a normal mountain, but in
reality, the city was the mountain*
Jazz: It's enormous. How old do you think it is?
Kurdin: Can't tell... the tricorder's having a field
day with being so near to the magnetic pole...
readings are all over the charts. I'm getting
structures as young as a few years, and as old as a
billion years... amazing. *closes the tricorder and
puts it away. He pulls out a second one, tuned to the
yacht's emergency beacon* The yacht is in that city
alright... somewhere near that domed building. *he
points* And I'm detecting something else too... it's
intermittent... there's some movement going on down
there... *points to the base of the mountainous city,
where a collection of pier-like structures jut out
into a fjord. Jazz, Kurdin and Kelly all raise their
binoculars and begin looking around the indicated
area*
Kelly: There! At the very end of the second pier...
something's coming out of the ice. *at that, a piece
of ice from the fjord is blown straight up in the air,
a piece the size of a cow, and comes crashing down on
the pier. From the newly formed opening a light-gray
colored creature begins to pull itself out. It's very
large, and similar to a terrain dinosaur, except that
it's head is more like that of an octopus including a
number of tentacles that seem to surround it's
bird-like beak*
Kurdin: Wow that thing is ugly!
Jazz: Alright, that's enough gawking at the locals...
let's keep moving. We've got a limited amount of time
here.
*they keep walking towards the city, as they reach the
outskirts and the first of the ruins*
Kurdin: Does anyone else hear a whistling sound?
Kelly: No...
Dre: No...
Sparks: No...
Cassandra: Whistle? I like to whistle *she begins to
whistle a string of random notes*
Jazz: I hear it as well... any clues as to what it is?
OFF:
Tag Jazz, Cassandra, Dre, Kelly, or Sparks!
=^= Lt. Ivan Kurdin MD =^=
CMO USS Destiny
|
