Mission #18 - At The Mountains of Madness, Part 2

The Great City  

On

[[Arkham. Polar region]]

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?

***
Dre: It could be the wind; it seems to be picking up a
bit.

Jazz: May be. Lets get a move on times a wastin

* The fivesome set off. Cassandra seemed at peace in
the cold climate, whistling as she walked along. *

Dre: * Looking to Cassandra * Hey, I know that tune *
she joins in (The theme tune to the great escape) *
the two women walk just behind Kurdin and Jazz *

Jazz: * Looking at a tricorder * according to these
read outs, the shuttle is inside the city. From
Harpers original reading on the bridge, they crashed
over there * points *

Kurdin: They have been moved?

Jazz: Seems that way. Lets just hope the locals are
friendly

Kelly: From what the Arkhamites tell us, they were not
so friendly in the past

Dre: And being trapped in here probably hasn't changed
their mood any. If anything it most likely has made
them a little. Cranky.

Off

Tag

==/\==
Ensign U'nela Dre (Trill)
Head Nurse. USS Destiny



Sorting the Deck  
 
ON:

*after Venka gets done with talking to Harper she continues her search
about the mountain ranges, seeing a couple of people down there, she bends
forward some and finds out its just the away team. She shivers slightly just
by seeing the snow, knowing it has to be cold*

Vishee: Something wrong Lt?

Venka: No not really, just that I know its cold out there.

Vishee:ahh I see. *continues back to her work*

Venka:*continues monitoring the mountain and its area. Finally figuring
out how to bring it closer inside the mountain she hears a slight sound. Not
knowing what it is she turns the sound up higher. It sounds like something
moving, like a slug?...she blinks rubbing her eyes from staring at a screen
for so long.* what could this be... they did mention that the residence were
different from us, but I had no idea..

OFF:

Lieutenant J/G Venka.
Science Department.
USS Destiny.



Denial  

ON

[[Bridge]]

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...//

Premier: *Somewhat irked * //Very well. Considering it was your
impertinence that almost destroyed it in the first place. I think you have
an obligation to repair it-//

Skimmel: * Turning to Harper * Lt Harper Assemble a team. See what can be
done to repair the generators-

Harper: Aye sir. * Calls up a screen *+ Venka, Vishee * their two faces
appear * Put on some cold weather gear were going to the surface, meet me
in transporter room 2 in half an hour I'll explain then. Harper out. + *
She sends the same message to engineering *

[[Transporter room 2-half an hour later]]

* Vicki enters the room dressed in her grey thermals under her uniform, a
long ankle length tan coloured fur-lined coat, & fur lined hat and gloves.
She had a black bag with all the essential equipment in it ready to go.
Vishee and Venka were already there with several engineering crewmen, all
decked out and ready to go*

Harper: I have informed them we will be going to Shield generator three,
and the primary generator. Venka, Vishee you will be going to Station
three with (Nap's engineering types) Johnson, Walker and Reid. You three
are with me * nods in the direction of the remaining engineering officers
* OK quick brief-The shield generators are losing power quickly, the
shield is holding via power transfer beam; it has only enough energy for
five hours. The Arkhamites believe the shuttles crashing threw it caused
the damage. But recent scans show the power drainage is coming from
within the planets electro magnetic core itself, so our scanners will be a
little scanty. Ok people are you ready * Venka, Vishee, etc, step on to
the transporter padd and a few short seconds later they materialise at
station 3
- -

[[ Shield Generator Station Three ]]

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.

... ...

* The away team beaming in to their room interrupts the two technicians
conversation *

B. T. O: You must be Lt Venka and ensign Vishee..?

Venka: Yes. There is a power drain from within in the planets core. How do
we get down to repair it?

B. T. O: * having never met a Vulcan before. And a little stunned by her
abruptness * Umm.. Over there the shaft entrance takes you down to the
First Core room its twenty kilometres down

OFF
I'll let Venka take that bit from there
On

[[ Primary Shield Generator Station]]

* Harper steppes onto the transporter padd with her small team and
vanishes. And in shimmer of turquoise light they rematerialise in the
primary Shield Generator Station. *

Jual: Lt Harper. * Walks up too her * I am Dr Derin Jual. * His voice had
a suggestion of, its your fault so fix it *Thank you for coming

Harper: Dr Jual-

Jual: Please Lt. Call me Derin

Harper: Derin. * Extends her hand, which Derin takes although he is not
sure what it means, or what to do * Vicki or Victoria if you want * She
shakes his hand *

Jual: * Showing her over to one of the work stations * When you first
shuttle crashed threw the shielding there was a flux in the locality of
the dome* Shows her * the second shuttle there was a minor flux-

Harper: * Looking at the screen * Yes. I see. Derin * looking at him * I
ran a scan from Destiny. Our sensors picked up that there has been a,
power drain on the shielding generators, which has been going on for some
time

Jual: What do you mean?

Harper: * Takes out a padd from her bag and passes it to Jual * See-*
points *

Jual: that's impossible. The electro-magnetic core within the planet is
an eternal source of power; there is no way I could be doing that. Your
scans are wrong

Harper: I wish I could believe that Durin. But the findings are correct.

Jual: * Sitting down at his desk looking at the padd in disbelief * *
Annoyed * these stations are manned day and night and have been since the
stations were built. I cannot see how something was missed. None of our
people would do anything to damage the shield

Harper: Yes Durin, your people would not do any harm. But what ever is in
th-

Jual: Stop * Standing up abruptly * Vicki, don't even mention it

Harper: * Empathically * I'm sorry Durin. But * He hold up his hand to
stop her from speaking about it again * Let me put it too you like this;
if you were trapped somewhere would you not try and find a way out-anyway.

Jual: * Not liking what she was saying. But a realisation was sinking in
* Yes I probably would. Well Vicki what do propose

Harper: Find exactly where the drain is coming from and fix it-

[[Arkham. Near the planets Lithosphere]]

* A large blob like creature made its was slowly down one of the many
labyrinth like passageways. Unknown to the Arkhamites themselves the
Shoggoths had, over the centuries fashioned themselves tunnels &
passageways under the surface. They had worked hard over the centuries to
escape the prison in which they had been placed, and now they were close.
Oozing out of the passage and into a large cavern, it metamorphosed into a
slug like creature (Think Jaba the hut) and made its way toward several
others of the creatures. They seemed excited. Looking at the crude
consol they were working on it sees the cause of their joviality; it
manages a, sort of smile. *

Shoggoth: ~Finally~ (Evil laugh)

OFF

Tag

=/\= Lt. jg Victoria Harper=/\=
Acting Chief Science Officer. USS Destiny



ON:

Venka:*nods* very good, if you will excuse me and Miss Vishee.*she says
calmly as she enters the shaft entrance along with Vishee. Venka stands
there calmly as she waits to enter the first planet core room, even though
her posture is correct she is shivering a little*

Vishee:This place is cold! *says Vishee noticing Venka's discomfort* I bet
its terrible for you..

Venka: Yes it is pretty cold to me, but I will make it. *they enter the
first planet core room and Venka and Vishee step through as they check
everything out.*

Vishee:*starts running her scanner over the main electro magnetic
core, finding the power drainage* I found it, now lets get to work..

Venka: Yes lets. *bends down as she checks it out running her own scanner
around it* it seems we need to run a force field around it and then reroute
power to essentials, that will take care of the engine and life supports.
(OOC: no wait just joking all we need is some duck tape and a rubber
chicken, and three hours. are get back to you in five hours, lol j/k)

Vishee:Alright lets get on it.

Venka:*turns to Johnson, Walker and Raid* do you agree with this?

OFF:

Lieutenant J/G venka.
Science Department.
USS Destiny



K&R or ambush?  
 
ON

[[Just outside the great ice city of the polar
region]]

Kurdin: They have been moved?

Jazz: Seems that way. Lets just hope the locals are
friendly

Kelly: From what the Arkhamites tell us, they were
not so friendly in the past

Dre: And being trapped in here probably hasn't changed
their mood any. If anything it most likely has made
them a little, Cranky.

Sparks: Which brings us to a good question.

Kelly: Which is?

Sparks: What if they are being held hostage?

Kelly: Go on.

Sparks: Well, if I was in this place, and I wanted to
get out, I would take any opportunity to do just that.

Kelly: I think I know where you're going with this,
Sparks, but spell it out for us anyways.

Sparks: Well, if I had just seen or heard about a
shuttle coming through the shielding, possibly with
someone who resembled the Arkamites, I would want to
take revenge for being locked up in here, wouldn't
you?

Kurdin: Yeah, I suppose, but there are some distinct
differences between us and them. If these, things,
are as smart as you think they are, surely they would
be able to deduce that.

Sparks: Exactly.

Jazz: What are you driving at, Sparks?

Sparks: Well, think about it. If I found them, I would
eventually come to the conclusion that because they
are different, they must be someone other than my
jailer, and thus, a visitor to this planet. Surely
these creatures are aware of space travel, even though
they have been stuck in here for God knows how long.
With that in mind, I would eventually come to the
conclusion that other members of their race would want
to get them back. Maybe even send in a party to get
them out.

Kelly: So, you're saying that they are using the
shuttle crew and the admiral for bait? to catch us?

Sparks: Not exactly, but now that you mention it, we
can't afford to ignore that possibility either. What I
am saying is that I would use these foreigners as a
kind of bargaining chip to get me out of the freezer.

Kurdin: And what happens when they find out that the
answer is no?

Sparks: Well, that's where revenge comes in. If I
can't use them, I kill them. And the rescue party.

Kurdin: You're one morbid bastard, Sparks, you know
that?

Kelly: You came up with all this on your own?

Sparks: Well, yeah.

Kelly: When?

Sparks: Just thinking while we have been on the trail.

Kelly: Okay, WHY did you come up with this?

Sparks: We have to assume that they are at least as
intelligent as we are, and being cooped up in here,
they probably have only been thinking of two things.
Revenge, and/or escape. No telling which one has
priority.

Kelly: You're weird, Sparks.

Sparks: I grant you, it's a bit morbid and off the
wall, but it may still be a possibility. Think about
it, El-Tee. We may be walking into a situation where
we have to bargain and bullshit to get those people
out safe, or we may be walking into an ambush. In
which case, our people may or may not already be dead.

Kurdin: I will not accept that, Sparks! Unlike you, I
still have hope.

Sparks: I'm not saying I don't, sir. All I 'm saying
is that we have to consider all the possibilities.

Kelly: Okay, sparks, we need to consider your idea,
but we keep going. Okay, listen up. Those things out
there, are mobile, smart, adapted to the terrain, and
able to hide. They moved the shuttle, so we have to
assume that they have either the technology to do so,
or the sheer strength to pick it up and carry it.
either way, we're at a disadvantage. They know this
place, and we don't. They have our people, which means
they may have had the opportunity to study them. We're
in a bad position. Therefore, we continue tactically.
We use Starfleet Marine patrol techniques. Recon
patrol. Quick, quiet, wired tight and ready for
anything. Sparks. Seeing as you're the smartie, you
take point.

Sparks: *His face drops as he looks quickly at Kelly
with a "thanks for nothing, you slug!" look on his
face.* fine. Dammit. I'll take point. *For the first
time in his life, Sparks was afraid. This was a new
experience for him. For once he didn't feel the
control he was so used to feeling.*

Kelly: Let's move. *They all fall into a patrol
pattern and begin to move further up the hill toward
the cliff's edge at the base of what was the edge of
the great city of ice.*

OFF

TAG to any member of the away team.

Sorry it's so long, but once I have a thought running
around in my head, I have to get it out before it dies
of loneliness!

=====
Lieutenant J.G.
Sparks, Colin M.(Human)
Assistant security chief
USS Destiny NCC-42691



Never any boredom...   

ON:
 
Kelly:  We better pick up the pace, I have no intention of getting 
stuck out here when it gets dark especially if we don't know exactly 
what we're dealing with.
 
Kurdin:  Afraid of the cold, Lieutenant?
 
Kelly:  I'm from Chicago on Earth, and we Chicagoans have anti-freeze 
for blood.  *grins*  But still... 
 
Sparks:  Anti-freeze?
 
Kelly:  You've gotta spend at least a year there... the weather is as 
unpredictable as a drunken Klingon.
 
Sparks:  So El-Tee, what's your take on all this?
 
Kelly:  The same as it always is, Sparky... we've got a job to do and 
dammit, we're gonna finish it.  *grins*  
 
OFF:
Tag!
 
=/\= Lieutenant Jennifer "Jenn" Kelly =/\=
                Chief of Security
                  USS Destiny



The Projects  

OFF:

Nice post Sparks...

ON:

[[Arkham, The Old Ones' City]]

*The search and rescue team continued to move, staying
quiet for the most part, occasionally an exchange of
words is whispered, but that's all. Sparks was
leading, Kelly was taking up the rear, with Kurdin,
Dre, Cassandra, and Jazz all in diamond formation
between the two. Cassandra had finally decided to be
quiet but Kurdin was concerned with her, he was
running a few scans on her exoskeleton while they were
moving to see if there was anything fundamentally
wrong with it. They had entered the city and were now
going by pyramid-like buildings, some were carved out
of granite, some limestone, there was even one that
seemed to be carved out of the glacial ice that was
abundant in the area*

Kurdin: *finishing his scan and tapping Jazz on the
shoulder* I think I found why Cassandra is being
affected by the EM fields in this area. This seems to
be a focal point, we're almost on top of the southern
pole at this point, and Arkham's planetary core seems
to be somewhat closer to the southern pole, rather
than the northern pole or in the center. That's
creating an EM vortex surrounding this whole city.
That also explains why the tricorders can't seem to
make heads or tails of anything more than a few meters
away.

Jazz: That's not good... is there any way we can
modify them so they'll work better?

Kurdin: Well... since the medical tricorder is better
shielded against the different types of radiation we
use in sickbay, it's having a better time scanning,
but it's range has been minimized to about 15 meters.

Jazz: Then how'd you come up with this EM vortex
theory?

Kurdin: It's my inner-engineer coming out... just
kidding... it's the only thing that makes logical
sense... while we were near the runabout, I made some
preliminary scans and was able to get a crust depth
reading... well as we were entering this place's
outskirts... I took another crust depth reading...
mainly to see how thick the ice was... and it's
noticeably less thick than where the runabout is
sitting. The only conclusion I have is that the core
is somewhat closer to us now than it was back at the
runabout.

Jazz: Will that have any medical effects on us?

Kurdin: Dre may get a little nauseous from it, being a
joined trill... and Cassandra has already gone off the
deep end. The rest of us ought to be fine... although
if we start detecting any more than trace elements of
gamma wave radiation, I'll have to inoculate all of
us, just in case.

Jazz: Anything we can do for Cassandra?

Kurdin: Not that I can think of... I have absolutely
zero experience with visalayans... no one does.

Jazz: Great...

OFF:

Tag Jazz, Dre, Cassandra, Kelly, Sparks... EVERYBODY!

=====
Patrick " HORNET" McGlone



Traps   

ON:

[[ Arkham Shield City ]]

* Cassandra walks along watching the strange creatures below them.
She has tried to find a way into their minds but nothing seems to be
getting through or out. She can feel other presences within the city,
but none take the slightest notice of her telepathic scanning.
Suddenly she stops causing the other to look at her. *

Cassandra: Jazz, Suvock and Vazsaya are on the
move. They've encountered some kind
of giant rodent.

Jazz: Are they alright?

Cassandra: Yes. For now, but Suvock's resistance
to the cold is all but gone.

Kurdin: We have to find them fast.

Kelly: Agreed. But which way in.

* Sparks, who was up ahead about 15 meters, signals the group. *

Sparks: I think I found a way in.

* The group moves to where Sparks is waiting, beside a large opening,
resembling a doorway, minus the door. *

Kelly: Ok, Sparks take the lead.

* Suddenly Cassandra tackles Sparks as he steps forward. *

Kelly: What the..?

Jazz: Cassandra, what's wrong with you?

* The two rise from the ground, and everyone stare at Cassandra. *

Cassandra: It doesn't feel right. Something here
just feels wrong. I can't explain it.

Kurdin: Could be a side effect of the EM flux.

Kelly: * looking around * Maybe, maybe not. The tricorders don't
show anything, nothing here.

Jazz: Probably malfunctioning from the flux.

Cassandra: That's just it, the flux isn't that
strong here. It gets weaker, the
closer we get to the opening. And then
everything shuts off, like a switch.

Dre: How is that possible?

Kelly: Maybe there's some kind of dampening
field?

Jazz: Hmm, quite an elaborate setup. A cage
for the hostages?

Cassandra: I don't think so. While the premise
might have been plausible at the
beginning. The facts point out that
they are not hostages.

Sparks: Facts?

Cassandra: One. Anyone wanting bargaining power,
wouldn't start dissecting it's chips.

Two. These ruin predate the Arkhamian
civilization by millions of years.
They are intelligent and given
the level of civilization displayed
here, they should have been able to
free themselves, if that was their
desire. The fact they choose to live
in this environment suggest they want
to.

Three. There are at least two
different species present. The first,
highly intelligent and inquisitive.
The second, unknown.

Jazz: So what are you saying?

Kurdin: She's saying, we're no more than
curiosities to whatever is inside this
city.

Cassandra: Exactly. But they * pointing downward
toward the octo-head creatures *
aren't. We must therefore assume those
inside may not wish to interact with
those outside.

Dre: You mean a trap. The opening is a
trap.

Kelly: Only one way to find out.

* She take a metal object from her pack, then stepping back she
throws it into the opening. It explodes instantly. *

Sparks: Sh....

Kurdin: Hmm. Booby traps, I believe they are
called.

Jazz: Ok, how are suppose to get through it.

Kelly: Maybe we can disable it.

Dre: How?

Kelly: A grenade. Sparks.

OFF:

TAG:

Ensign Cassandra
Navigator
USS Destiny



Urban sneak & peek  

ON

*Cassandra had finally decided to be quiet but Kurdin
was concerned with her, he was running a few scans on
her exoskeleton while they were moving to see if there
was anything fundamentally wrong with it. They had
entered the city and were now going by pyramid-like
buildings, some were carved out of granite, some
limestone, there was even one that seemed to be carved
out of the glacial ice that was abundant in the area*

Sparks: *Hearing what sounded like scraping footsteps,
he went down on one knee, then eaised his right arm,
and held up a fist. This was the patrol hand-signal
for an emergency halt. He could hear Jazz and Kurdin
talking quietly. This came to a stop when Sparks
called the halt. The entire patrol moved to the side
of an ice building shaped like a pyramid.* El-Tee!*He
whispered* I need you up here!

Kelly: * moving forward* What's up?

Sparks: Hear that? *They both heard the scraping
footfalls now, but they sounded like they were going
away from the patrol.*

Kelly: What the hell is that?

Sparks: Dunno, but it sounds as if it's going away.

Kelly: What was that whistling sound we didn't hear
earlier?

Sparks: Dunno. Didn't hear a thing, which surprises me
because I usually hear great.

Kelly: Yeah, me too. Must be the cold.

Sparks: Sound travels better in the cold air. *Shaking
his head* Nuh, something's wrong with this place.

Kelly: So what do you suggest, being the point man?

Sparks: Oh no. You're the boss. You decide. Where to
boss?

Kelly: Your thoughts, Sparks?

Sparks: Well, if it were up to me, I'd go check out
the center of town, where that steeple, castle,
whatever, seems to be sitting. Center of town, biggest
building, most amount of security for the whatevers
that live here.

Kelly: My thoughts exactly. You want to change point
man?

Sparks: No, I'm okay for now.

Kelly: Okay. *To the rest of the patrol.* Okay, listen
up. We got a target building. We're gonna start with
the big one in the center of town. Do a quick
equipment check. We move in ninety seconds. *The
patrol members all check their equipment. A couple
extra laser scalpels were included in the med kit for
ice cutting. Sparks brought one of his Mek'Leth, just
for good measure.*

Sparks: Okay, I guess we're all set. *They all set off
for the tallest building in the town, checking other
smaller building entranceways as they pass.* ~ I gotta
feeling that this Mek'Leth is gonna come in handy.~

OFF

TAG to Kelly, Cassandra, Jazz, Dre or Kurdin.

Sorry, this was the best I could come up with today.

=====
Lieutenant J.G.
Sparks, Colin M.(Human)
Assistant security chief
USS Destiny NCC-42691



Mixin it up with that locals   

ON:

*Carver was at the Defense Ministry the entire time, and he was
totally apprised of the situation. He was also completely surprised
when the Arkamite security officers approached him with weapons
raised as he sat in the central office of the Chief of Planetary
Defense.*

Arkhamite Security(NPC): Lt. Tyrone Carver, you are under arrest, we
have orders to take you into custody and return you to the Federal
District.

Carver; *Stands, turns and faces the man.* Excuse me, what for? *He
turns back to give a look to the General he had been talking to as if
if asking "Give me and hand here man"*

Arkhamite(NPC): Conspiracy.

Carver: What *Another look to the General* Sir. We've been here the
whole time. I was here when the shuttle went down. I was here when
you intercepted those transmissions.

General Lomal(NPC): It is true. He was here the entire time. He's
been nothing but forthcoming. Who do your orders come from Corporal?

Security Corporal(NPC): The Government sir, the Senate and the
Executive offices.

Carver: ~Come on General, you know I only want to help you people
through this.~ *He thinks as he glares and hope the General can do
some quick thinking. After meeting the man and some of his key
officers, Carver knew they could some day be valuable parts as
members of the Federation.*

General Lomal: Well then Corporal, return and remind them that they
have no jurisdiction over military matters, and the arrest of non
citizens. ~Going way back in the laws of the land to find that, hope
it works.~

Carver: *Gives a look to the lovely, brown skinned, long eared, well
proportioned adjutant that sat to the General left, and opposite
Carver, and smiles* ~I knew your boss would have something up his
sleeve~

Security (NPC): *Is stunned for a second then recovers.* Uh, yes sir.
*He turned and walked out the room not knowing what to think.*

Carver: *As the 2 security officers exit.* Thank you sir, it's most
appreciated.

Lomal: Just don't let my faith in you let me down. *Turning back to
the maps.* Now, your shuttle went down here. *Pointing it out* And
your other shuttle has been traced to here. If I were those people on
the first shuttle, and thinking I had no rescue coming, I'd head
straight for the Mountains of Madness.

Carver: Uh, Mountains of Madness sir?

Lomal: Long story Lt. I'm only interested in protecting the lives of
the people on this planet. I want that shields back up and soon. But

I also want to get my planet accepted into your Federation, and
letting your people die on the surface is wrong.

Colonel Recob(NPC): Even if they did know it was forbidden? *Shoots a
glare to Carver*

Carver: Yes they did know...And I cannot defend their actions. I know
that this Admiral has been known to pull 'stunts' before, that might
have been the case this time. Maybe his curiosity got the better of
him, which has been known to happen to us Humans from time to time.

Lomal: I cannot blame you for that, our own curiosity is what caused
us to venture out into space, now we field a small fleet of fairly
well equipped vessels.

Carver: Really? How many ships, that wasn't in the Starfleet reports?

Lomal: Well Lt, it wasn't in the report because it was classified top
secret, even some in the military don't even know, only the highest
level of the government and armed forces know about the test ships.
There are six of them at present. *Carver makes a mental note.* They
most of which are on maneuvers in a neighboring system.

Carver: That's very interesting, and I'd love to learn more about
them. If all of this is resolved the Federation should be told of
this for our reference.

Lomal: I assure you Lt, if we all get through this, I'll make sure
that's the first that's on my list of things to do. *Turning back to
Recob* Take the land cruisers to the borders of the shield, put the
local bases on alert status 2. Make sure they're ready, but don't
cause a panic.

Carver: ~For what? It's just our away team...unless that what they're
hiding. The shield is a containment for somethings that so evil and
vile that...........they won't even talk about it~ *Gives another
look to the adjutant who gave him giddy smile, her face going red.*
~Hmmmm, she's cute....~

OFF:

K, I'm back....and Carver knows w'sup, he thinks,

and he may have made a friend or two.

TAG! Anyone that cares to pick up on this,

2 El Tee Tyrone Carver
ACTO
USS Destiny



Engineering Solutions to Engineering Problems  

ON:

[[USS Destiny - Engineering ]]

* Michaels frowns as she studies the pool table. Things were going wrong
in so many places there was barely anyway of deciding where to start
first. *

Teal: + Bridge to Engineering +

Michaels: * Tapping her communicator with greater force than is
necessary.* This had better be important. All hell is breaking loose
down here.

Teal: + Security has requested top priority to Internal Sensors. +

Michaels: Internal sensors? Just a minute ago, my top priority was power
to the Arkhamite shields.

Teal: + That's your other top priority. +

Michaels: Tell security and the bridge that we're doing the best we can.
Engineering out.

Harding: + Security to Engineering. I need those sensors and I need them
five minutes ago. +

Michaels: What is so damned important about the sensors?

* At that moment, a group of strange looking, (to Michaels at least)
humanoids come barreling out of the Jeffries tubes. Two move quickly
toward Michaels with the working end of what are obviously weapons
pointed at her. Michaels raises her hands so they can see that her hands
are empty and they seem satisfied. Another pair quickly seal the main
doors to Engineering while yet another one begins to study the systems
control panel. *

Harding: + we have intruders and I need ... +

Michaels: I've found some of them. Arkhamites, I assume. I can come up
with engineering solutions to engineering problems. Intruders are another
story. Don't touch that! You could do serious damage there. * She steps
towards the one examining the control panel and is met by the two with
the weapons. She eases back against the bulkhead and the two relax
slightly. * Go ahead then and blow us to kingdom come. See if I care.
It's your funeral.

[[Destiny - Bridge]]

Skimmel: Mr. Valen. What exactly are these intruders? If you meant to
arrest key members of my crew why send intruders into my engineering
systems?

Valen: * The Arkhamite is distressed. * Our orders were to make sure you
didn't interfere with the shields.

Skimmel: So?

Valen: So they are shutting down any system that could be used to do
that.

Skimmel: If they succeed, then how long before the shields fail?

Science Officer: Our reading indicate collapse of the first sections of
the shield within 14 minutes of discontinuing our support for the shield.

Skimmel: And if the shield goes down then whatever is inside escapes. Mr.
Valen. What is inside the shield?

Valen: The darkest regions of hell are inside the shield. And the
darkness will spread across the world destroying anything.

Skimmel: Call them. Tell them to withdraw.

Valen: They are under orders to ignore such requests.

Skimmel: Don't tell me. Because they are afraid we might try to trick
them. * The lights go out and instantly are replaced by the battery pack
emergency lights. * Bridge to Engineering. Miss Michaels. What is
happening?

Teal: We have not heard from Engineering since they reported intruders.

Skimmel: Mr. Valen. It looks as though we have about 14 minutes to get
those systems back on line or everyone on Arkham will find out exactly
what is inside the shield.

OFF:

=/\= Captain David Skimmel =/\=
Commanding Officer, USS Destiny



Delan, a man of many... things...  

ON:

[[Arkham, Defence Ministry]]


* Delan is rushed in through the door by two, as he
would say it, goons. *

Carver: * Getting up in one fast move, very surprised
* Commander? What's this?

Delan: Ohh, why don't you ask these two gentelemen
over here? * points at the two officers at the door. *

Lomal(NPC): What is this? Soldier? * Looking at one of
the Arkhamite officers *

Delan: I'll tell you. These to men came in to one of
your public liberary, very nice by the way, and
started waving these things around. * Guestures at the
weaponds they're holding * I was affraid they would
poke my eye out with those.

Carver: Sir, why are you here?

Delan: Whay do you think....? I said, I was a citizen
of the United Federation of Planets on a diplomatic
mission to the Arkham government and demanded to be
taken to their superior.

Lomal: Who are you?

Delan: * Shakeing his head a little * Ohh, I'm so
sorry. I completely forgott my manners. My name is
Delan Farel, Lt. Commander and Chief of Operations on
the USS Destiny. * Makes a slight, polite, and very
diplomatic bow. *

Lomal: * Bowes back * Nice to meet you, Commander. I'm
General Lomal, Chief of Planetary Defence. * Small
pause * But why this treatment bu the guards?

Delan: Well.... Sir. It appears I ran away from them.

Lomal: * Laughing * And did they catch you?

Delan: Well, no. Not as much as I gave up, sir. My
captain ordered me to surrender to these fine
officers.

Lomal: Ohh I say.... * Looks at his adjutant * These
humans do have a sense of humor don't they....

OFF:

Delan Farel
Chief of Operations
USS Destiny



Prophecy  

ON:

[[Arkham Surface, Near the Shuttlecraft]]

*Wallace was buried in his small snow cave, uphill from the shuttle and
though still within communication range. From his vantage point, he could
see small specks of grey moving in the distance, below the cliff face. He
removed the black case from his rucksack, and opened it. Inside lay the
TR-116 rifle he had spent such effort in bringing. He quickly reassembled
the pieces, using the tricorder to verify the proper alignment of the
parts.*

*When he was sure the weapon would meet its 500-yard zero requirements, he
attached the optics. The scope was similar in configuration to the optics
he had used previously, and he had no problems accessing the rangefinding
and magnification functions. After attaching the sight to the weapon, he
settled the rifle into a narrow notch carved in the snow at the mouth of the
shelter. Fitting the butt of the weapon against his shoulder, he peered
through the scope at the moving dots.*

*The rangefinder was acting strangely, and wouldn't give him a firm readout.
The EM waves, he assumed. Between the average readings of the scope and
his own eye, he guessed the range to be slightly over 2500 yards. Tuning
the magnification up to 40x, he clearly saw the grey specks.*
*They were amorphous blobs of some sort of protoplasm, oozing along the
snowy plain at the base of the cliff. Guessing from the angle that they
couldn't see the shuttlecraft (if indeed they possessed visual sensory
organs at all), he relaxed somewhat. The blobs didn't seem to be moving
towards his position, but he intended to keep them in sight. He reduced the
magnification to 20x, and scanned the entire snowfield as far as his
ensconcement would allow. Satisfied for the moment, he took his eye from
the scope and keyed his radio mike.*

Wallace: +Wallace to Donnelly+

Donnelly: ~Now what can he be wantin'? I'm busy.~ +Donnelly here. What do
ye need, Ensign?+

Wallace: +Just checking in. There's some sort of life form down on the
plain below the cliff.+

Donnelly: *agitated* +Lifeform? What kind of 'Lifeform'? How close are
they? Are they comin this way?+

Wallace: +Negative, they're not approaching. They're about two-and-a-half
klicks distant, and they're just mullin around down there. They look like a
big blob of jelly, but they're big. Monstrous big. I hope they don't
decide to come knockin', cause I doubt anythin we have will do much more
than slow 'em down.+

Donnelly: +Okay, thanks for the report. Ye keep me posted, ye hear?
Donnelly out.+

Wallace: +Roger that. Just do my old nerves a favor and get that
rustbucket fixed so we can exfil post-haste when the away team gets back.
Wallace out.+

OFF:

Just keeping things going for the guys that got left behind ;)

Ensign John Wallace
TAC, USS Destiny



tick tock  

ON

Kurdin: Hmm. Booby traps, I believe they are called.

Jazz: Ok, how are suppose to get through it.

Kelly:Maybe we can disable it.

Dre:How?

Kelly:A grenade. Sparks.

Sparks: *Casually pulls a grenade from his jacket,
pulls a switch, and tosses it in, then moves just
around the corner from the hole and waits for it to
blow up. It does with a whoosh of flame and debris
flying past Sparks, who has a silly grin on his face.*

Jazz: Having fun, Sparks?

Sparks: Oh yeah. Problem is, this will probably bring
the baddies down on us. Also, the entrance is covered
over with fallen rocks of ice. I brought a Mek'Leth,
but this will take some time. Good news is, no more
booby trap.

Kelly: Don't waste time we don't have. Use your rifle
to melt the ice.

Sparks: Okay, so the question is, what says there
aren't more of those traps down the tube further?* As
he starts to blast away with his rifle*

Kelly: We don't know either way, but we have to get to
the others before they freeze in this stuff. They
didn't come with parkas. They could also be in danger
from the baddies, as you call them, Sparks, that live
in the area. Either way, we don't have a lot of time
to waste sitting here talking about it, so let's move.
Sparks, back on point.

Sparks: Into the rabbit hole with you, Alice. *As he
proceeds to enter the tunnel.

OFF

TAg to the away team.

Okay, so what's next?

=====
Lieutenant J.G.
Sparks, Colin M.(Human)
Assistant security chief
USS Destiny NCC-42691



Inside   

ON:

[[ Arkham Shield City ]]

* The explosion brought the notice of the local. The Octo-headed
creatures looked up and screeched. They began to move, rather
quickly, toward the opening and the away team. *

Cassandra: Company's coming.

Jazz: Ivan, help Sparks get through that
mess. Kelly, left flank. I got the
right.

* Hopping up on a ice platform, Cassandra unslings her rifle and
stands there holding it, takes aim and fires a warning shot a the
first one. The ice explodes in front of it, not even slowing it down.*

Cassandra: I don't think they got the message.

Jazz: * firing another warning * Don't shoot them unless we have to.

Kelly: * also firing * Define have to.

* Seeing nothing is phasing them, she turns to Kurdin. *

Jazz: How long?

Kurdin: * looking at the creatures * Too long.

* Dre joins the two as they melt their way through the ice. The
creatures making their way up the ledges , now less then 30 meters
from the away team. *

Jazz: Ok, let 'em have it.

* The three pick separate targets and fire. The creatures stop
momentarily, though apparently uninjured. *

Kelly: Concentrate on the front one.

* Again the three fire, this time at the one in the lead, again no
apparent damage. *

Jazz: Damn. It ain't working.

* Kelly takes aim and fires at the ledge above the creatures,
simultaneously Cassandra fires at the ledge they are standing on.
The two ledges explode and ice flies everywhere. Sparks pauses
momentarily and retrieves another grenade from his pack. Then
stepping out he tosses it. It lands about 3/4 of the distance between
the creatures and the away team and explodes, taking out a large
section of the ledge. The creatures screech again, as they move back,
seemingly searching for another way up. *

Jazz: Good work. That'll buy us a couple
of minutes.

Kelly: Yeah. But we have another problem.

Cassandra: Our weapons don't phase them.

Sparks: * sacastically * It's too bad we didn't have any
room for the big guns.

Kelly: That'll be enough.

Sparks: Yes, ma'am.

Jazz: Cassandra, two things.

Cassandra: Yes?

Jazz: Get ahold of the runabout and let
them know our weapons have little
if any effect on these creatures.

Cassandra: And?

Jazz: DON'T EVER pull that Sgt. Rock
thing again.

Cassandra: On it. = John =

[[ The runabout ]]

* Wallace is dug in watching the slugs, when suddenly he jumps. *

Wallace: I told you not to sneek on me. Hey,
wait a minute...

Cassandra: = Sorry John. But our weapons are
ineffectual against these creatures
and I thought you should know. =

Wallace: That's just freakin' great. Thanks
for the info, now do me a favor.

Cassandra: = Yes? =

Wallace: Get out of my head.

* The contact is broken as silently as it began. *

Cassandra: * muttering * What a grouch.

Jazz: Excuse me.

Cassandra: Nothing.

Kurdin: We're through.

* The away team moves through the passage slowly. Cassandra takes the
lead. *

Cassandra: The EM fluxuations are completely
gone.

Kurdin: Yes, apparently this facility is
somehow shielded from the core.

Jazz: Heads up. Watch your step.

* The whistling sound, now detectable by everyone, echoes from the
corridor as the crew begins to move. *

TAG

OFF:

Ensign Cassandra
Navigator
USS Destiny



Holy... sh....   

ON:
 
Kelly:  *bringing up the rear and constantly scanning the surroundings for 
any possible signs of attack* We seem to be good for now.
 
Cassandra:  For now?  What if the big uglies come back?  What if they're 
more of them?  Our weapons didn't even tickle them!
 
Kelly:  We'll just have to devise a means to adapt and overcome.
 
Cassandra:  That's not very comforting...
 
Kelly:  *shrugs*  I'm a security officer, not a counselor...  *grins*  We 
just blow things up.  But seriously... this is definitely going to be interesting...

OFF:
Tag!
 
=/\= Lieutenant Jennifer "Jenn" Kelly =/\=
                Chief of Security
                  USS Destiny



Discomforting Result  

OFF:

Interesting eh? I can make it interesting

ON:

[[Arkham, Inside Some Structure]]

*The rescue team was now moving through a long
hallway, corridor, passageway, the room had a few
natural skylights built-in, so the corridor was
brightly lit. Kurdin was staring at the medical
tricorder in his hands*

Kurdin: *approaching Kelly* What do the words
tritanium armor plating mean to you?

Kelly: That depends... why?

Kurdin: When those light gray walking octopi came at
us... they closed to within 15 meters at one point and
I was able to get a few preliminary scans... nothing
internal unfortunately.

Kelly: What did you get?

Kurdin: Their skin is full of tritanium... it's almost
like a very flexible metal plate covers their whole
body. They must eat something so intensely rich in
minerals and ore that their body is built like a tank.
Approximate mass is 5.3 tons each... tritanium-laced
skin... the only other thing I was able to get was a
basic skeletal scan... their bones are nearly 35%
iron... 4% zinc... and 3% silver, gold, and
platinum... the remaining 58% is similar material to
the bones of a rhinoceros on Earth.

Kelly: In short you're telling me these things are
living tanks.

Kurdin: Living tanks that have enough metal in their
bodies to be virtually immune to any phased energy
weapon we throw at them. Ensign Wallace will be
pleased to know that their skin is only three-quarters

of an inch thick... meaning the T-116 (TR-116 is the
modified one with the microtransporter feature) has
enough punch to put holes in their skin...

Kelly: Will it be able to slow them down?

Kurdin: Not unless it fires cannonballs too.

Kelly: What about the runabout's phaser arrays?

Kurdin: More than sufficient burn the beasts... unless
they have some immunity to that as well. Probably
wouldn't do more than knock the wind out of them
though. By the way, their internal body temperature
is 35 degrees celsius... well above our internal body
temperature. They may be huge, but they're incredibly
mobile I believe.

Kelly: Thanks for the info... *Sarcastically* I feel
so much better knowing we have nothing in our arsenal
that can stop these things.

OFF:

=====
Patrick " HORNET" McGlone



The Beginning of the End  

ON:

[[ USS Destiny / Bridge ]]

Teal: Captain, we've lost communications.

Skimmel: What? Mr. Valen, I suggest you find a
way to stop your people, now.

Valen: Of course, if I can see them personally.

* The entire ship goes black. *

Teal: Main power offline.

Skimmel: Re-route aux. power.

Teal: No good sir, it's not internal.

* Spinning around to Ensign Teal *

Skimmel: What do you mean?

Teal: * pointing to the screen * That is the apparent source of the
interruption, Captain.

* All eyes view the large cluster of stars that have formed on the
horizon. The Star pattern, now joined with a triangle with two
enlongated sides, one straight, the other hooked, both ending in
circles. Valen falls to his knees, and begins crying. *

[[ Arkham / Arkham Capitol City ]]

* The young assistant runs inside screaming as the power goes out.
Quickly those inside exit the building to a darkened world, without
power. People on the streets, kneeling as they stare at the sky and
the star fomations.*

Liri: What's going on?

Jubal: * dropping to his knees * Lords of Light. The prophecy.

Liri: What prophecy?

Jubal: The end of the world. It's all true.

[[ Arkham / Shield Generator Station Three ]]

* The shield strength begins to fail without Destiny's support. The
away team works frantically, as they realize they cannot reach their
ship. *

Beta Technician Two: It's no use, nothing can save us now.

Venka: What are you talking about?

Beta Technician Two: The prophecy is fulfilled.

Vishee: What prophecy?

Alpha One Technician: The end of us all.

[[ Arkham / Primary Shield Generator Station ]]

Harper: What the heck?

Jual: On no. It can't be. Not after all this
time.

Harper: What? What's going on?

Jual: Death Ms. Harper. Horrible death.

[[ Arkham / Ancient City ]]

* The sounds of the whistling change suddenly. *

Jazz: What does that mean?

Kelly: I don't know but I don't like it.

Kurdin: My tricorder's gone haywire.

Cassandra: The ship. It's dead in space.

Jazz: What? How can that be?

Sparks: Man, I don't like this at all.

Tag:

OFF:

Ensign Teal
Communications
USS Destiny



They Never Said Anything About This In Training....  

ON:

Liri: ~~Oh, _FANTASTIC_...! As if htis wasn't already bad _enough_,
now I'm stuck on a world that not only wants to arrest me, with
mmissing officers, monsters, and breachses of diplomacy, that is
going into total chaos and destruction...but now the locals are
convinced it's a _prophecy_. Damn. Damn, damn, damn...they never
warned me about days like this in training...~~ *to Jubal* Get
up...we need to find the premier.

*Jubal doesn't respond. She simply sits there. Around her, people are
crying, gasping, running about, or, as Jubal was, jsut staring,
frozen in place...*

Liri: *grabbing Jubal and hualing her along* Come on. We're going to
find the premier...

*Liri and a shocked Jubal enter the premier's office, where the
situation is even worse than that on the street, unfortuatly...auides
have left, grown officials are crying, adn the premier seems to have
locked himself in hsi office and is screaming at the gods...*

Liri: ~~Damn, damn, _damn_...This just gets worse every turn I
take...the local officials are superstitious _nuts_, and now they've
_gone_ nuts as well...!~~ *She makes a decision. Everyone seems to
have forgotten she exists. She sets down an unresponsive Jubal
against a wall, and taps her communicator* +Captain? Captain, we have
a bit of a situation down here...!+

OFF: Tag...!

=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO/Diplomat
"Damn...!"
USS Destiny



They Never Said Anything About This In Training....  

ON:

[[Arkham Defense Ministry]]

General Lomal(NPC): *Watches through the glass windows of the central
conference room as 2 more of his lower ranking officers left their post.*
Prophecy....I can't be...

Carver: Sir, it's been my experience that often prophecy's are used as
metaphors for something less direct then their apparent meaning.

Farel: That is very true *Gives a look over his shoulder to the 'goons'
outside the doorway*

Lomal: *After sitting and pondering a moment he rises out of his seat.*
Prophecy or no prophecy, I have sworn an oath to defend this planet...Worak!
*An aide rushes over to him* Put the local militias on alert, just in case
the situation erupts on the streets any further. Lura *He turns to the
beuatiful adjutant sitting to his left* Take Lt. Carver here and show him
the vault.

Lt. Lura(NPC): The vault sir...*Her voice wispy and weary*

Lomal: Yes, it might help him help us in our mutual goals.

Carver: ~What mutual goal???~

Lomal: *Turning to Carver* Just remember that this information is ultra
sensitive, you are allowed to disclose any of it to the civil population.

Carver: Of course sir. After you *Escorting the sultry Lt. out of the room
with a smile on his face.* Have fun Delan.

Delan: *Puts his feet up on the desk* I plan to Lt.

Lomal: Lets see what we can do about providing you some quarters
Commander...oh and by the way...what's your specialty?

Delan: I'm the Ops officer, computers, technology, power supplies I guess
you could say are my specialty.

Lomal: Hmmmm ~He be useful...~

OFF:

2Lt. Tyrone Carver
ACTO
USS Destiny



Confuzzed  

ON:

[[Sickbay, USS Destiny]]

*Brent once again appeared in sickbay but knew to neglect the usual
line for he was, as far as he knew, still under major testing. The
engeneering teams, now seemed lesser as the mission dragged on. Brent
was curious to find out what was going on. But he knew better than to
do anything untill ordered to. So, he remained still and silent so
that the scanning process could be completed in better acuracy.*

Lt. Tricorderoy: Well Doc, I think thats it. You're up and running to
our best abilities. But you still may want to have the Chief engeneer
check you after this mission to see if anything else needs a more
delicate touch.

Brent: Thank you. I shall inform the Captain at once.

*Tapping his combadge Brent addressed to the Bridge*

Brent: //Sickbay to the Bridge. This is the EMH speaking. I'm up and
running and can now offer any assistance needed towards this mission.
Sickbay out.//

*Brent took in a holobreath and started his little sweep of sickbay
to see if anything needed his help or attention....*

//=^-^=\\Ensign Brent Lindson//=^-^=\\
EMH, USS Destiny



Chuthulu and the end of the world  

OOG/OOC -

The intent of the mission write up was to say that we could not drop the
shields. Given the Arkhamites feelings toward their dome, it would be a
crass violation of local system rights. I don't have a problem with the
inhabitants of the dome trying to undermine and bring down the shield. I
hadn't considered the possibility that the Old Ones or the Shoggoths or
even the Chuthulu might succeed while we're there. It is possible so that
line can proceed.

That some other space faring members of the species should choose this
time to show up seems terribly fortuitous. I would rather the approaching
ships or whatever they are not be related to the species inside the
forcefield dome but rather be something the locals will interpret as
being the signs of impending doom.

If the approaching ships could zap our power supplies at that distance
then I don't see any way out. As I understand Victor's intent, Destiny's
power problems are caused by the Arkhamites messing around with our
systems rather than the approaching ships, symbols, whatever they are,
having the ability to draw our power supplies down to nothing from a
great distance.

All this shifts our objectives. We still want to rescue our people inside
the forcefield dome. But now we must also do one of the following: a)
prevent the collapse of the shield and the release of the horrors within
or b) prevent any damage that might occur if the shield does collapse.
All the while maintaining our trek attitude of honoring and protecting
sentient life even if it is determined to make a quick end of us.

To recap: If the forcefield dome goes down, it must not be our doing. The
power loss is not due to the approaching whatevers.

And as Victor pointed out, the Chuthulu are end of the world type stuff.

Away team - Continue the search for survivors.

Science team at the Field Emitters - Do what you can to maintain the
shield against the efforts of those inside to bring it down.

Harding and those on Destiny - Regain control of the ship so we can fix
the systems and do what we can from space.

Diplomatic team (Liri, Carver, Delan) - The locals who are still rational
will tend to blame the Federation for the trouble especially if "doom" is
approaching from space. Keep them from launching an attack on us. You
might consider having some of them come to the ship. Or you may prefer to
show the variety of ways a civilization convinced the end is coming deals
with it. Not everyone will be chaos and looting. How else might they
react?

=/\= Captain David Skimmel =/\=
Commanding Officer, USS Destiny



ON:

[[Arkham Capitol, Defence Ministry Building]]

Delan: So, General... How can I be of service?

Lomal: * Reading a report in the light of the
emergency lamps * You said you knew electronics and
computers...

Delan: Yes, sir....

Lomal: Anything else?

Delan: Well, I was Chief of Security on the USS Enigma
for quite some time...

Lomal: A "jack of all trades"?

Delan: As bright as they come... * smile *

Lomal: Good... I need someone to tell the main
computer there is no need to shut down.

Delan: Sorry, General?

Lomal: Someone, or something, sent a signal to all
power-controll computers on the planet to shut down...

Delan: * Confused smile * How can that be? Don't you
have some sort of codes to protect the computers?

Lomal: Of course... But how long do you think it would
take someone like yourself to break them, hu?

Delan: * Suddenly very conserned * Yes... Well, show
me to a terminal and I'll see what I can do...

Lomal: Thanks be you, Good Lords, for sending me
this.... engineer....

Delan: * Smiling and jokingly pointing his finger at
the general * Ahh ahh, Operations Officer....

Lomal: Yes, Commander... I'm sorry.

Delan: * Surprised at the general's very serious tone
* General, it was ment as a joke.

Lomal: A joke? Do you, and your fellow Bajorans see
times of emercency as a good time to joke?

Delan: No, sir. We do not....

Lomal: * Starts to walk to the door * Come on the,
Commander.

Delan: * Under his breath * ....and, apperantly,
nither do up-tight Arkhamites...

Lomal: * Turning to face him * Sorry, Commander?

Delan: * Looking very inocent * Nothing, sir...
Nothing at all.

Lomal: Good. Then let's get going....

OFF:

Delan Farel
Chief of Operations
USS Destiny



Denial  

ON:

*noticing their silence Venka takes it as a yes and then starts working on
the force field and with the help of Vishee,johnson,walker,and raid she
starts rerouting power to essentials,taking care of the engine and life
supports*

Vishee:*starts feeling like something is going wrong* do you feel is
Venka?

Venka:*looks over at Vishee and nods* Yes I do let me try and contact Miss
Harper. *opens her communicator and dials for Harper*

OFF:

Lieutenant J/G Venka.
Science Department.
USSDestiny



More Trouble Ahead  

[[Maze of rodent tunnels]]

On:

*Suvock and Vazsaya made their way through the passages. They hadn't
run into any more rodents which was in their favor.*

Vazsaya: How are you doing with the cold sir?

Suvock: I am maintaining Ensign. Thank you for your suggestions. They
appear to be working.

Vazsaya: You're welcome sir. I have had alot of experience with the
cold.

Suvock: That is obvious.

*After another long hike down a tunnel they came to a exit into
either a very large room or the outside. The sheer size made it hard
to make that determination. They looked out and didn't see any of the
large creatures that had been their captors.*

Suvock: Logic would dictate further exploration of this area. It
could be our way to safety.

Vazsaya: I sincerly hope so.

*They made their way out of the tunnel and began to walk the edge of
the wall to this large area. It seemed to Suvock that they were
indeed outside the building. The ice rock facing and the cold bitter
breeze that he felt were indicators to confirm his hypothysis.*

Suvock: It appears that we are free of the building.

Vazsaya: Good. Where do we go from here?

Suvock: With out knowlege of the area or even a reference point.
That decision cannot be made logically.

Vazsaya: Logically or not. Any direction away from here would be
great.

*Suvock begins to head off in a direction away from the rock facing.
After a short distance he notices the whistles and flute type noises
behind them from the building become louder and higher pitched.*

Vazsaya: What do you make of that sir?

Suvock: Unknown. But something definately has them in a hightened
state of excitement.

*The ground under them begins to rumble and vibrate.*

Vazsaya: *Wide eyed* What the..........

*Suddenly one of the rodents they had seen earlier dropped in front
of them. However it appeared to be injured and was bleeding. Then
after some more ground shaking that nearly knocked them off their
feet, Suvock saw what was causing the tremors. Three extremely large
beasts also dropped down in front of them. Each one was twice the
size of the rodent and had elongated noses with snouts at the end
which made an ominous snorting sound. They had very long teeth with
outside fangs that were dripping blood and saliva which sizzled and
steamed on impact with the icy ground. Each one grunted loudly as
they took turns tearing and ripping the flesh off of the rodent.*

*Suvock noted that their skin was hard and leathery looking and was
brown and crusty. For their bulkiness in size they appeared very
agile. Suvock and Vazsaya sought cover behind a ice covered rock and
watched the feeding frenzy.*

*Suvock felt a sneeze coming on and could not stifle the noise
completely. The canine type looking ears of one of the beasts began
to flick from side to side as it looked up in the direction of where
Suvock and Vazsaya was hiding. He then bumped the sides of the other
two beasts and snorted something loudly at them and then they too
looked toward the rock.*

Vazsaya: Damn!

Suvock: *Raised eyebrow* Agreed.

Off:

Lt. Commander Suvock
Engineering Officer
Attached to Admiral Zarks yacht



Rats, Chaos, And Circumstance....  

ON:

Suvock: I defer to your expirence, ensign...

Vazsaya: *whispering* _What_ expirence, sir? We don't _have_ monsters
on Enke...!

Suvock: Will hey be able to track us through the snow?

Vazsaya: *shakes her head* I only know of maybe two species inthe
universe that can do _that_. But they're already heading towards are
position...which means they've seen us. And they _can_ track us that
way.

Suvock: Your recomendation?

Vazsaya: We can't fight them they're too big. We could run, or we can
bury ourselves under the snow and hoep they don't step on us.

Suvock: Which do you recommend...?

Vazsaya: *glancing at the approachign behemoths* I...I say we hide,
sir. You can't run effectivly breathingthis air.

*Vazsaya prepares to carve udnerneatht he rock...and finds it has
alreayd been done for her, for a rodent den is udnerneath there...no
adults just the babies of the one slain...*

Vazsaya: *pulling Suvock under and kicking snow up to cover the hole*
Here, sir...they can't get in here, the hole is too small...and they
probably don't even know it's here. Stay still and perfectly quiet...

[[Meanwhile...]]

Skimmel: +What is the situation, commander?+

Liri: +Chaos, sir...they thinkt he world is ending. Jsut thought I
would inform you...+

Skimmel: +Do you know where the rest of the team is?+

Liri: +With the general...+

Skimmel: +See if you can connect up with them.+

Liri: +Yes sir. Liri out.+

*She left Jubal int he premeir's office and made her way onto the
street. Nearby, a man glared at her, and approached her*

Man(NPC): Tis is your fault!

Liri: My fault...?

Man: You. Ther Federation. You have brought this upon us!

Liri: I don't think anone's brought this upon anyone...it's jsut a
rather...

Man: *angrily* You should pay!

Liri: *backign away slightyl* I have to go.

Man: Go where? To run and leave us to our fate?

Liri: I have no intention of doing so, sir...But I must find the
general. ~~Don't let htem know there are mroe of you...~~

*She quicky moves through the crowd away from the angry man, and
finds a family in a groudn vehicle packed to the gills tryign to make
their way throught he crowd...a little girl, no odler than four, a

little boy, no older than ten, a man and woman in bussiness suits,
and, arguing vehmnently isnide the car with her parents, a young
adult woman in militayr uniform*

Liri: *taping on the window of the vehicle* Hello?

Man(NPC): *through the window and over the noise* GO away!

Liri: Sir, I can help...

Man: All I need is to get away from these &#($&# lunatics...!

Liri: I can help...

*The man rolls down the window, and the young soldier begins to speak
very quickly to Liri, her eyes frantic*

Soldier(NCP): Please, I need to report t my post, but my parents
insit we are leavign the city...!

Man: *to his daughter* Shut up, Leihi...! I'm trying to save our
lives, your included...!

Lir: *to the man* I suggest if that is the case sir, that you let her
do her job.

*With no small amount of grubling, the man finaly lets his child
leave the car, and she makes her way aroudn to stand next to Liri*

Liri: ~~Yes...! Rational citizens at _last_...!~~ *to the man and
woman* I suggest you abandon your vehicle and come with us....we cna
get you to safety.

*After a few moments of thinking, the man and woman gather up a small
amount of their bolongings, put them in a few bags, take their
smaller chidlren, and follow Liri and their daughter through the
chaos to the general's office...*

Man: *to Liri* Big end-of-the-world nonsense...never belived in the
damn prophecies, and I still don't...!

OFF: Tags...! Suvock...how do feel about _more_ rats...? ;) Also, the
general's office shoudl have Liri and Leihi & Family arrive soon..!
=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO/Diplomat
"Rational Citizens At Last...!"
USS Destiny
|Also Posting As|
Ens. Vazsaya
Navigator & Ice-Worlder
"We seem to have a thing for these rats...!"
&
Cpl. Leihi
"Help! I'm trapped in a car...!"



Further, and further down-  

ON

[[ Primary Shield Generator ]]

* Jual looked toward Harper-Hoping, expecting, wanting an answer to the
problem. He stood up and went toward a workstation, motioning for Vicki
to follow. *

Jual: * calling up a screen, it shows a cross section map of all eight
shield generators, each had three sections, the various shafts hundreds of
kilometres long each interconnecting too each other around the planet *
Yes; they are in three sections. The first takes you down twenty
kilometres * leans against the consol * the shafts them selves do not go
down vertically, more of a slanted 45o angel, they interconnect at these
points * Pointing to the screen *

Harper: I see ~Mmm~. It appears the main source of the drain is coming
from the Subduction zone. * Turning to look at Jual * we need to go, now!

Jual: * nods * this way * Walking toward a shaft entrance *

Harper: * Turns and whistles toward the engineers, to catch their
attention. * Grab your kits boys. This way-

[[Core shaft two]]

* Harper and her small team with Jual and several engineers enter the
shaft lift. It is about four times the size of a turbo lift, with flip
down seats around it, each individual takes a seat for the long ride down*

Harper: Who maintains the generators at these levels?

Jual: A few engineers work at these levels, auto bots or a.b's carries out
most of the work * sees every one is seated taps at a panel on the wall,
the lift judders, and it starts to move down ward, slowly at first then it
starts to speed up * The lowest level is completely run by a.b's.
Engineers are sent down every few months too check on them.

Harper: Interesting * shifting uneasily in her seat. The confined area of
the lift closing on her * How long does the lift ride last?

Jual: * Seeing her apprehension * about five minutes-not long

* A few moments later the lift slows down and then slowly stops. The
doors open and they step out, Harper first. She draws a deep breath and
turn on her tricorder scanning the area *

[[Primary generator. Second core room]]

* Jual leads the party down a narrow passage toward a computer room. The
temperature here was noticeably higher that that of the room on the
surface. But still it was cold for the away team. *

Jual: * entering the room * this is consol is attached to the one on the
surface and the one on the third level. Here we can monitor every thing
on a closer level

Harper: * folding her arms, an eyebrow slightly raised as she studies the
workstation * what protects the workstations?

Jual: Huh-What do you mean. There are codes if that's what you mean; but
no one would dare interfere with the generators. Ever.

Harper: As I've said before-

Jual: * Cutting her off * I know, not any of our people * he felt uneasy.
But was distracted by a klaxon of another workstation at the other side of
the room * what the..!

Harper: * follows him over * what is it?

Jual: It's the computer systems they're closing down

Harper: * Pulling off her gloves * Move over * side steppes Jual * what
are the workstation command codes? * Looks at him *

Jual: * Apprehensively * I cant

Harper: The codes Dr, if this workstation goes then that one * points *and
that one * points again * and your valued shield falls, which do you
prefer?

* Jual gives Harper a tainted look. And enters the command codes. The
screen flashes, taking her tricorder she then attaches it to the
workstation, and taps randomly upon it *

Jual: * Concerned * what, are you doing, exactly?

Harper: * working frantically on the workstation * Protecting the consols
within the generators with a federation factual encryption code. What
ever is closing the computers down wont be able to bypass it. * A few
seconds later * done. * Turns a smiles at Jual * Lets find that power
drain * looks at her chronometer * we have three hours fifteen minutes
left * slips her gloves on again, realising the cold temperature of the
room *

Jual: Will the code hold?

Harper: it's impenetrable.

NPC Yellow shirt (Johansen): Lt We have found a power breach down there *
pointing * and have traced it source at the electro magnetic core itself,
on the next level* Passes her a padd *

Harper: Excellent. * Studying the padd * Looks like we will need to go
down to the next core room * Looks to Johansen * You're with me * Walking
toward the other two engineers * OK you boys know what to do, work with
the core engineers here, and get the power back on line up here. Johansen
and I, with Jual and a few of his engineers will go down to the next core
room and repair whatever down there-

* The two NPC's yellow shirts with several of the core engineers made
their way down the long passage way toward the first engineering room.
Jual with Harper, Johansen and two more core engineers enter the shaft
lift once more, Jual taps on the small hey pad on the lift wall and they
start to descend down the long shaft *

Jual: You think the source of the drain is further down?

Harper: According to these readings, yes. * Shifting once again uneasily
in the lift * How long will this take?

Jual: a bit longer that the first shaft the next core room is seventy
kilometres beneath the room we just left.

Harper: ~Great~ that explains why only a.b's work down there.

Jual: * Nods * not many people want to work so far underground

Harper: That is understandable.

Jual: * Noticing her unease * you do not like enclosed spaces?

Harper: No. Not much.

[[ Twenty minutes later ]]

Harper: * Almost running out of the lift * Thank God for that * Catches a
breath * Johansen-

* The small group step out into the dimly lit cavern. One of the
engineers goes to a panel on the wall and turns the lighting up. Everyone
watches as the cavers illuminates in to a bright icy light. A few
whirling and clicking sounds could be heard as the a.b's worked. Harper
and Johansen looked around in wonderment at the size of the cave, they
hadn't expected it to be so big *

Johansen (NPC): Wow.

Harper: My thoughts exactly ensign. We'll scan the area for the power
drain-that way

Johansen: I'll try, the tricordes a bit off, must be the electro magnetism
in the air

Harper: * to Jual * I hadn't expected this place to be so big

Jual: * Walking with Harper explains how it was built so long ago *

Harper: That fascinating

Johansen: *Johansson's tricorder starts beeping * what's over there?

Jual: The core room its where the power links go down further into the
planet to draw the energy from the planet.

Harper: Like a big plug * She hears a fuzzy COM link from Venka, but its
goes dead. Tapping her badge * + Venka + * silence * Must be the
interference from the electro magnetic core

Jual: Plug?

Harper: Some thing they used on earth centuries ago to draw energy from a
power source- I think

Jual: Same principle here

Johansen NPC: The readings I'm getting are erratic, but it's the source of
the drain

* The party move toward a passage way and into a tunnel. Eventually, they
arrive in a largish room *

OFF

=/\= Lt. jg Victoria Harper=/\=
Acting Chief Science Officer. USS Destiny



Computer-Tapping Galore  

ON:

[[Arkham, Planetary Energy Department, Main Computer
Room ]]

Delan: * Tapping freneticly at one of the many
consoles * General, Look at this... * Steps away from
the console so that the general can get a better look*

Lomal(NPC): What is that?

Delan: * Starting to tap again * It's some sort of
continiuos data-stream beeing fed into the system.

Lomal: How is that possible?

Delan: Just that someone is VERY good at breaking your
codes, General....

Lomal: Is this conected to the power outage?

Delan: It could be... But it's not the same source.
This system has a practicaly inpenetrable
power-supply... But the protection 'round the system
itself is, by my standards anyway, rather poor....

Lomal: So... Someone has tapped into our computer and
is now telling it to shut down?

Delan: Pretty much.... Should it do, then all reserve
and back-up power would fade away inside a few
minutes, all over the planet.....

Lomal: That's horrible!

Delan: * Getting at tool-box and quickly going past
the general * Well, that's the down-side of having a
centralized government....

Lomal: Commander.... I find it desturbing that you
keep making these remarkes....

Delan: * Still walking, the general following him *
General.... I'm the one down here trying to fix all of
this... * Whisps his free hand around to point around
the room * I don't see any of your so highly trained
engineers.... I think I'v earned the right to say
my.... remarkes.... Don't you?

Lomal: * Stopping * Don't say that, commander.... Many
people blame you for all this.

Delan: * Getting in under one of the console-tables
with his tool box and start re-wiering * What, me
personaly?

Lomal: * Leaning down to see what he's doing * No, the
Federation.

Delan: * Getting out again, placing his tools on the
table and then faceing the general * And you don't?

Lomal: I think you may have been a catalyst... But I
don't think you made our power disapear..... No.

Delan: Glad to hear that... * He's interupted by a
high sound at flashing red claxons, he turns around *
What is that?

Lomal: * Checking one of the computers next to him *
The back-up banks are beeing drained too...

Delan: Well... Then I could use another hand or
two.... * Tapps his communicator * Delan to Destiny

Skimmel: // Destiny here, Commander. Report. //

Delan: Sir, I did as you ordered and turned myself in
to the Arkhamites that followed me.

Skimmel: // Good //

Delan: Now, I'm at the central Arkham
energy-distribution department... We're trying to get
power restored... But someone seems to have tapped in
to their systems... I'v tried to block them out, but
no success... I could use a few extra hands.

Skimmel: // Sorry, Farel. We can't just now... Our
transporters are off-line. //

Delan: Off-line? How can that be?

Skimmel: // Whatever it is that has been draining the
planets power has apperantly affected us too, to some
degree anyway. We'll have transporters back in a few
minutes. //

Delan: Good... Because that's all we have until all
power in the back-up banks are drained.

Skimmel: // Commander Donnelly's working on it. //

Delan: Good, I'll try and see if we can't get a few of
the local engineers to get down here.

Skimmel: // Do that. Destiny out. //

OFF:

Delan Farel
Chief of Operations
USS Destiny



More Danger Arrives  

[[Arkham]]

On:

*As Suvock and Vazsaya hide in the rodent nest, The offspring seem to
not pay them any mind. Suvock can hear loud snifing noises outside
and then another strange noise caught his ears that also seemed to
get the notice of the strange beasts.*

*When feeling it was safe, Suvock peered out of the nest and saw the
three beasts walking to what could only be described as a big pile of
protoplasm. Suvock stared at it for a moment and thought he saw
something move. While he was watching, The protoplasm slowly and
awkwardly began to change shape. After a few moments he realised that
it had become one of the aliens from inside the building. The ones
who had captured them.*

Vazsaya: What's going on out there?

*Suvock raised a hand to quiet her and he continued to watch
intently. The three beasts seemed to be submissive to the this alien.
Suvock summised that these beasts must be some kind of pets or
servants. Suddenly another large land animal appeared. These were
even larger the the snouted nose beasts and had a large head that
resembled that of a terran octopus. The newcommer roared and the one
that had shape shifted began a retreat as the three beasts turned and
faced the newcomer.*

*Suvock watched as the first of the three beasts attacked the
newcomer and was tossed aside like a rag doll landing just short of
the nest they were hiding in. The ground shook beneith them and
knocking them both off balance.*

Suvock: *Seeing the other two beasts attack* I suggest we run Ensign.
We are in grave danger.

Off:
Tags

Lt. Commander Suvock
Engineering Officer
Attached to Admiral Zark's Yacht



Fight Or Flight...?  

ON:

Vazsaya: *shakes her head* No way...we're still safe here.

Suvock: This cavern could collapse...

Vazsaya: Yes, it might...but frankly sir...as I tire of thinking on
this mission...if you can call this &@$(@&-up a mission....freak
chance is better than no chance.

Suvock: I estimate a 35% chance that this cavern will collapse. I
estime a 75% chance that you, ensign, can succesfully outrun them all.

Vazsaya: Where does that leave you?

Suvock: One of us must get out. Logically, that is you: The one who
cansurvive long enough in this environment to bring help.

Vazsaya: I won't leave you, sir.

Suvock: You must. I cannot run that fast or that far...you can.

Vazsaya: *stubronly* I'll make a run for it...but only if you're
right behind me.

OFF: Tag...!

=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO/Diplomat
USS Destiny
|Posting As|
Ens. Vazsaya
Navigator
"We all go or we all stay"



Down the rabbit hole  

On

[[Arkham. Tunnel (Somewhere)]]

* Dre followed Kurdin and the others in to the
tunnels; it was surprisingly well lit. She wasn't
feeling well, if anything she felt as if she was going
to be sick *

Kurdin: Are you feeling ok U'nela?

Dre: I'm a little nauseous, but I'll be ok * stops as
she feels her insides heaving, but nothing happens *
Oh that was unplesant

Kurdin: Here * takes a hypospray, move her scarf a
little places it on her neck * this should counteract
the affects, the electro magnetism from the planet is
probably making you feel Ill

Dre: Thanks * feeling better * so * Looking around the
tunnel * where do we go from here

Sparks: Good question; deserves an answer. * Looking
around * Umm, this way

Dre: You don't sound so sure

Sparks: * Shrugging shoulders * just gut instinct.
Trust me.

Dre: * after thinking about this * I believe I can

* The party make their way down the tunnel. *

Off

Tag

==/\==
Ensign U'nela Dre (Trill)
Head Nurse. USS Destiny



The Needs of the Many....  

[[Arkham]]

On:

Suvock: Ensign, It is logical that you escape. If there is a rescue
team out there, it is possible for you to run into them.

Vazsaya: *stubronly* I'm not disagreeing with that, sir. I already
said I'd go...

Suvock: But correct me if I am wrong, That agreement came with a
stipulation that I come with you as well. There is a lot of people
whose lives may be depending on us. The needs of the many, outweigh
the needs of the few. Or the one.

Vazsaya: ~~Elena...~~ *seh shivers slgihtly, not fromt he cold* No
way,s ir...I'm not gonna do that again...!

Suvock: *Raising an eyebrow* That is a direct order Ensign!

Vazsaya: *makign one last plea, remebering how it had nto worked so
long ago...* Come with me....! ~~I left her behind...she gave the
saem argument....my God, we were onyl seven...! I swore I would never
do such a thing agin....!~~

*Another thunderous sound is heared and the ground shakes violently.*

Suvock: I do not have time to argue Ensign. I will be behind you.
However you are not to look back. If there is no problems I will meet
up with you after you have reached a safe distance.

Vazsaya: ~~Damn...~~ Fine! But if you don't make it sir...I guaruntee
I'll make sure you regret it...! Now let's go!

Suvock: And if I do make it Ensign, We will most certainly have a
discussion about the chain of command.

Vazsaya: It'll be a price I'll gladly pay sir if it means I get you
out of here alive...! *the young ensign seems completly serious in
this matter*

*Suvock follows her out of their hiding place and Suvock saw that
only one of the beasts was still standing facing the odd looking
newcomer. Vazsaya was a faster runner then him and she soon started
to pull away from him.*

Vazsaya: ~~Don't look back...don't look back...don't look
back...Elena said the same thing...Don't look back...~~ *she
concentrated on her mad dash throught he snow, while flashes of that
night on Enke int he storm ran through her head...she dared not turn
around to see what was behind her....for she had a sinking feeling
she knew what she would find....*

*Falling farther behind, Suvock did glance over his shoulder and
noted that the animalistic battle was still raging and it appeared
that their escape was undected. Now all there was to be forseen was
what was ahead.*

Off:

A Tag team post by:

Lt. Commander Suvock
Engineering Officer
Attrached to Admiral Zark's yacht

and

Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri posting as:

Ens. Vazsaya
Navigator



The Needs of the Many....  

[[Arkham polar surface]]

Wallace: *watching the amorphous blobs in the distand snowfield when a
slight rumble reaches him* ~What the?~ +Wallace to Donnelly+

Donnelly: +Aye, Ensign?+

Wallace: +You feel that?+

Donnelly: +Feel what?+

Wallace: +I'll take that as a negative. I felt some sort of tremor. I'm
still feeling it, actually. Anything on the scanners?+

Donnelly: +Nay, not a thing+

Wallace: +How're the repairs progressing?+

Donnelly: +Almost done. Should have her ready to fly in about twenty
minutes or so.+

Wallace: +Music to my ears, boss. Wallace out.+

OFF:

Ensign John Wallace
TAC, USS Destiny



The many don't know what they want  

ON:

*Liri walked through the door with the young soldeir hot on her heals, and
the woman's parents and siblings trailing closely behind. She looked around
for her officers, but did not see them...fortuantly, she did see
_somebody_...!*

General Lomal: *As he sees the Starfleet officer and hoard of civilians
enter his HQ* Good evening Cmdr... Might I ask what you are doing? *As he
sees a young female corporal shyly standing in the back of the group. He
recognized her, he had been her section commander at the Academy. He frowned
as he saw the look of fear and sense of forboding danger to come.*

Liri: We are...~~He needs to klnow...now.~~ Well, frankly sir...the citizens
are rioting inthe streets, hiding, and int he middle of general mayhem. The
premier has locked hismelf in his officer, and the government has all left.
I found them *guestures to all the people behidn her* in a car. I belive the
young lady there was trying to make her way here.

Lomal: Well then...~Rioting in the streets, mayhem....my worst
nightmare...Serves us right for chosing a non secular still of rule...~
Torax! Get over here!

Tech Sgt. Torax(NPC): Yes sir!

Lomal: Get on the comm to the local militia's. I want marshall law instated.
Contact the heavy reserve regiment in the northwest, have them prepare for
crowd control duty.

Liri: *as Torax leaves* And...? *waves her hadn at the people behidn her*

Lomal: Lt. Hurlat! Take these people to the mess hall ~It's the biggest area
we have....~ Get them settled.

Carver: *He and the sultry young Lt who had so graciously escorted him to
the vault of classified data. As they came in to the central room both of
them were very noticeably blushing and unbeknownst to him Carver's fly was
still down, they seperated and Carver noted Cmdr. Liri at the front of the
room talking with the general.*

Liri: *to the general* ....so that's about all I know.

Lomal: It's appreciated though. *As he gives a look of distaste to the
corporal who trotted out of the room behind hid Lt.*

Liri: *noticing Carver* Lieutenant...any owrd on the team...?

Carver: No ma'am, we've recieved no word since just after they landed.

Liri: *wuitly* Damn. Well, I wish I could say htigns are better out there
than they are in here, but then I'd be lying. *quickly filsl Carver in on
the situation in the city*

Carver: That's not good....So who is the ruling force on this planet, the
government, the military or the religion?

Liri: *quietly8 So far I'm betting on the religion....but don't tell them I
said that.

Lomal: *He hears their entire conversation due to a heightened sense of
hearing.* No need for him to tell me Cmdr. But sadly you're mistaken, no one
is the effective ruling force, not on it's own, that's why we formed the
coalition style government and petitioned to join the Federation...the
Warlords in the North east, the central government, the military, the clergy
and the miners in the far south were all rivals for the leadership of the
planet. The elections did little to help in that regard either, the only
result was the government was split into factions with about equal
representation.

Liri: *trying not to laugh* That's the way msot governmetn are,
sir....you'll find not even the Federation council is free of factions.

Carver: ~Hmmm, I'm learning more now than I did in the vault....Oh YEAH!
That's because I was otherwise indisposed for most of my time in there...~

Lomal: Yes, but in your government you have factions with power, other
factions with less power and so on....We have 6 factions with equal
representation, and that's not likely to change...so the only way to forma
stable government is to form a coalition...but those don't last very long on
Arkham.

Liri: Ah. ~~I heard about a few equally divided goverments in my hsitory
courses...nothing ever go tdone unless there was a major disaster...~~
Well...I'll do all I can to try and salvage your membership application,
general...

Lomal: *He gives her a polite smile* Some friends of mine would thank you
Cmdr. But I will not, for I was against the application to join the
Federation. I think for Arkham to prosper we must work out our own problems
and be free and independant. ~Our small Navy is a start to that...~

Liri: *nods* Well, as always, the people must decide. I am sure that
whatever path your people choose, it will be the right one for them.
~~There's somethign strange about thsi guy...I can't quite peg it but...Oh,
stop it Kyja, you're stuck in political mode...~~

Carver: Hopefully they don't choose chaos! *He says sarcastically as Liri
and Lomal dart him a few ominous glares.*

OFF:

This has been a 'small' joint post *Laughs hysterically at the oxymoronic
nature of the statement* by

The Chiefs of TAC,

Lt. J/G Ty 'The Guy' Carver
ATAC/And part time playa

and

Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO/Diplomat/Politician steady politicing/The ever suspicious voice of
rational reasoning

both of the USS Destiny



Not quite angels  

ON:

[[Arkham Polar Dome, Tunnel-like Corridor]]

*The rescue team was approaching an opening in the
corridor, it looked as if something very large had
caved in the walls on one side and the wind was
blowing in... Kurdin had detected a drop in the air
pressure on the tricorder and was concerned that a
storm may be approaching... but there was no evidence
of such yet... just the pressure drop.*

Kurdin: What's that? *points at a movement amongst
what must've been the rubble of the tunnel, then they
hear an excited shout and see a humanoid tear out of
the rubble at a full sprint in their direction.
Kurdin and Sparks both realize that she must be
freezing and that she is not wearing any severe
weather clothing*

Sparks: Doc... any spare thermals?

Kurdin: Actually... back in the runabout... two pair.
Unfortunately... not with us. We have the emergency
blankets and a few personal space heaters in our
survival packs. *thinking of such he removes one of
the two survival blankets he has and runs forward with
Sparks up to the woman*

Vazsaya: Help! Lieutenant Commander Suvock is
trailing me but there might be something chasing him.

Jazz: Sparks, Kelly... go get Suvock. Dr Kurdin,
Nurse Dre any myself will remain here.

*Sparks and Kelly leave the tunnel, in the direction
indicated by Vazsaya*

Kurdin: Dre... start searching her for any
frostbite... *he passes the tricorder over her a few
times as Jazz watches* Onset hypothermia... that's
expected... body temperature is 93 degrees
fahrenheit... we need to warm her up. *he removes a
bottle from his surgical pack and opens it, removing a
single pill*

Vazsaya: What's that?

Kurdin: It's a chemical-heater... when it hits the
acid in your stomach... the chemical reaction will
produce enough heat to raise your body temperature
about 5 degrees. *he hands her the pill which she
swallows readily*

Dre: Doctor... you should take a look at this. *Kurdin
moves over and looks at the woman's feet*

Kurdin: Jazz... we're going to need to fasten a
makeshift stretcher.

OFF:

Tag Dre, Vazsaya, Jazz, Sparks, Kelly

=====
Patrick " HORNET" McGlone



FIND!!!  

ON

Vazsaya: Help! Lieutenant Commander Suvock is
trailing me but there might be something chasing
him.

Jazz: Sparks, Kelly... go get Suvock. Dr Kurdin,
Nurse Dre any myself will remain here.

Sparks: *and Kelly leave the tunnel, in the direction
indicated by Vazsaya* We're on it!

Kelly: Be ready, Sparks. Remember, something could be
chasing him. *They round a corner in the tunnel, and
see a humanoid figure stumble-running down the length
of the tunnel toward them.*

Sparks: SIR! Starfleet! Rescue team from the USS
Destiny! Over this way sir! *Kelly and Sparks both run
toward him to assist, when they see...*

OFF

See what?... TAG to the rescue patrol!

Sorry it's so short, guys, that's all I have time for
today. More later this week.

=====
Lieutenant J.G.
Sparks, Colin M.(Human)
Assistant security chief
USS Destiny NCC-42691



Politics, Pride, and Snow  

ON:

[[Arkham, General's Office]]

*Liri had been ther for hours, it seemed. Hours during which the
militias were mobilized. Hours during which she gave everything from
tactical to governmental advice, wondering if any of it was listened
to...she was beggining to feel like a fifth wheel...not because she
couldn't have been of help...but because the general seemed totally
oblivious to her presence, aside from formalities....he seemed to
prefer close-knit communication with his own officers, and Lt.
Carver...*

Liri: *to Carver, when she's _sure- no one can hear* Damn it...why
won't he include _me_ the way he does _you_...? I'm nt only the
seniro officer, I'm the &$(@& _ambassador_...!

Carver: Err, well...frankly, ma'am...that last part is exactaly the
reason why he won't...

Liri: Oh?

Carver: You represent soemthign which makes him uncomfortable...an
arena he is neither trained nor inclined for.

Liri: *sighs in exashperation* Great. The military world hates me
because I'm a politician. The political world hates me because I'm an
officer. *rolls her eyes* Soemoen get back to me when they actually
have a position where people wll like me...!

[[Meanwhile...]]

Vazsaya: ~~Man, I wish we'd had those little pills on
Enke...Focus, 'Saya...focus....~~ *to Kurdin* I can walk, sir...

Kurdin: No, you can't.

Vazsaya: I walked all the way here. Ensign Vazsaya...

Kurdin: Vazsaya what?

Vazsaya: Just Vazsaya, sir...I'm from t he colony on Enke III.

Kurdin: In that case, you of all people should understand when I say
you're not walking...!

Vazsaya: *resigned* Yes sir...

*At that point, Sparks and Kelly return with Suvock...*

Vazsaya: *relieved* You made it!

*Kurdina nd Dre leave Vazsaya for a moment ot look over Suvock...who
had the advantage of thermal wear...but couldn't quite balance out
the large _dis_advantage of being a Vulcan...he began to tell the
commander of what they had seen and expirenced, even, Vazsaya, was
embarressed to note, her own feats regarding the rats and the rock...*

Vazsaya: ~~Damn...I must be pretty froze by now...And what about the
others...?~~ *butting in at a lull int he conversation* Doctor...how
serious _are_ my injuries?

OFF: Tag back...!

=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO/Diplomat
USS Destiny|Also Posting As|
Ens. Vazsaya



Can we fix it? Yes we can...  

ON

[[Core Room 3]]

Johansen (NPC): * Scanning the core perimeter * I'm detecting electro
magnetic radiation. Its within the normal tolerance levels, we should be
ok

Harper: its probably what's interfering with the communicators * Johansen
nods *

* The party move toward a passage way and into a tunnel. Eventually, they
arrive in a largish room. It looked not unlike the warp core of the
Destiny; with the exception of the size, it was huge almost twenty times
bigger. And the main shaft went down into a seemingly bottomless pit *

Harper: * Curiously looking over the edge and down into bottomless shaft *
Derin, How far does the rod go down into the planet?

Jual (NPC): Cant say exactly, but I believe it is a few thousand
kilometres deep. They just touch the planets natural electro magnetic
core where they draw the energy.

Harper: * Draws her attention to her tricorder * Looking toward Johansen,
who walks over she shows him the readings * what do you make of these
readings?

Johansen (NPC): * Looks briefly at the tricorder * Looks like something's
tapped in to the main computer* scratches his head, shrugging his
shoulders * and most of the engineering equipment * Looking around * -very
old, needs an up date.

[[Arkham. Underground]]

* The giant blob shifted its huge mass and made its way to a clearing
that had been cut threw the ice wall. It oozed its mass threw it
metamorphing is self on the other side. In front of it was the giant rod,
glowing an eerie blue in the dim light in the depths of the underground. A
ledge had been fashioned around it; uplinks had been attached, which led
into the cavern and slowly, but surely the computers in the Arkhan control
room above had been carefully tapped into and were now starting to degrade
causing the power drain, which was only starting to affect them. It
paused a moment looking up the thousands of kilometres, it could not see
the top of the rod but it knew it was up thee somewhere. A small blob
rose out of its side and took form of a tentacle; it rearranged a few of
the uplinks and added a few more, when it was finished it oozed its way
back into the cavern *

[[Core Room 3]]

Johansen (NPC): * noticing something blinking in one of the panels. Then
it stops * There-

Harper: What?

Johansen (NPC): The drain has increased by 1.5%. Almost unnoticeable.
But the consol compensated for it

Jual: It compensated for it! What do you mean?

Harper: He means the computers here have been manipulated, when a drain
occurs it automatically ignores it, like it didn't happen

Jual: * Worried * Can you fix it?

Harper: * Grinning * Yes we can

[[Arkham. Power generator]]

Vishee (NPC): *starts feeling like something is going wrong* do you feel
is Venka?

Venka: *looks over at Vishee and nods* Yes I do let me try and contact
Miss Harper. Venka to Harper * Phissssssss * Communications are
impossible; she must be somewhere there is a lot of interference.

Beta tech two: She may be near the Power rod; there is a lot of electro
magnetic radiation. It is safe but communications from there are
impossible

Vishee (NPC): What is she doing there?

Venka: She had probably located the source of the drain there. * Looking
around * Most of these console's are old fashioned. It seems illogical
that something so old should last so long.

Vishee (NPC): It is no wonder the shield is failing they need up grading,
badly

Venka: Well there is no point is wasting time talking about it. Lets get
to work * Goes to a consol-*

OFF

=/\= Lt. jg Victoria Harper=/\=
Acting Chief Science Officer. USS Destiny
& NPC Johansen & Jual



Can we fix it? Yes we can...  

ON:

Vishee:*walks over to the shield's main controls with Venka* man this
thing is old..its good we have you here.

Venka:*raises her eyebrow* it wouldnt make any difference if someone else
was here...

Vishee:never mind..lets just start this up.

Venka:My point exactly *bends down as she checks out the shields main
controls* Even with my training these are going to be tough..I cant believe
they will keep something this old here *starts shivering again*

Vishee:*bends down as well as she examns the shield* your right Venka it
is old..*notices Venka's shivering* you ok?

Venka:I am fine,just got the chills,for Vulcans it is alot colder then it
is for you..

Vishee:Yes I know that..lets just get this done,when you get back you
should go somewhere very warm..

Venka:Yes I plan on it *gets out her scanner and starts scanning it as she
tries figuring out the problem* hmm it seems it needs some stronger
electricty,do you know where to find that?

Vishee:I am certain its here somewhere..*starts looking around*

OFF:

Lieutenant J/G Venka.
Science Department.
USSDestiny



More Trouble....  

ON:

[[Arkham Polar Zone, Tunnel-Corridor]]

*Suvock was now wrapped in two survival blankets and Dre was working
on him. Kurdin came back over to Vazsaya as Jazz, Sparks, and Kelly
went to reconnoiter outside the caved-in opening*

Vazsaya: *to Kurdin, gesturing at herself* So--how serious...?

Kurdin: Ensign... it seems that you have an acute case of frostbite
on your left hand, both your eyes, the tip of your nose... and a few
fingers on your right hand. You have a sprained ankle from your run I
assume... and a hairline fracture in your left foot from the crash
probably. All-in-all... not too bad but we're a good distance from
any repair equipment. I can stabilize your leg and ankle... and can
regenerate the frostbitten skin... but not much beyond that.

Vazsaya: Good...do whatever it take to get me back up on my feet.

Kurdin: That's the problem... your ankle is quickly swelling... I
have an air-cast I can put on it but I have no way to fix that
fracture.

*Jazz turns around and starts walking towards Kurdin*

*Vazsaya swears softly, but remains standing*

Jazz: *to Kurdn* How are they?

Kurdin: Suvock has the vulcan form of hypothermia... it's not very
severe yet... Dre is treating him for it. The ensign here is
suffering from a few minor bumpos and bruises... sprained ankle,
hairline fracture in her foot... some minor frostbite.

Jazz: Not too bad... Doc... how many emergency shelters do we have
with us here?

Kurdin: Each of us is carrying one.

Vazsaya: Suvock and I aren't carrying any.

Jazz: We'll compensate. We better get them set up... that pressure
drop you detected... it looks like a vicious ice storm... it's coming
this way.

Kurdin: Damn... alright... we'll have to double up in two of them.
Ensign... any preference who you tug in nice and tight with?

Vazsaya: Not really...but I strongly advise against putting Mr.
Suvock and myself in the same one....we lack the warmth to keep each
other warm at this point...

Kurdin: True enough... well... i have some extra warm clothes that
you can have ensign so you'll have to dig in with me I guess. ENSIGN
DRE, set up your emergency shelter over here!

Dre: *Shouting over the increasing howl of the wind* YES SIR!

Kurdin: Jazz, you might want to get Sparks and Kelly to dig in as
well... *he reaches into his survival pack and removes the
spherically-compact structure. He tosses it into the air, when it
hits the ground, a small compressed-air bottle inflates the shelter
to it's full size, the structure appears like a pill in shape*

Vazsaya: I WOULD SUGGEST...PUTTING TWO TO A SHELTER ANYWAYS....WE'LL
STAY WARMER THAT WAY!!!

Kurdin: I believe that for tactical purposes... the security officers
would disagree to doing that. *he removes a few shovel-like devices
and digs them into the snow, attaching the lashing lines of the
shelter to them* Anyway... all of us are carrying one of these as
well *removes a compartmentalized can, he presses a button on it and
the top flips off, revealing three personal space heaters*

*Vazsaya and Kurdin crawled into their shelter, and she huddled
agianst him, shivering slightly*

Kurdin: *closes the triple-zipper entrance and begins removing his
outer layers to use as a blanket* We need to warm you up somehow...
*after getting down to his own thermals, both of them were adequately
contained within the makeshift-blankets* Any ideas for how to keep
warm? *winces as he pulls his phaser rifle out from under his hip and
sets it directly behind him*

Vazsaya: *blushing slightly* Hold me. And hope your girlfriend
doesn't take offense.

Kurdin: I don't really know if I have one... there is a girl but I
haven't spent a lot of time with her recently... but she'll
understand anyway... anybody for you?

Vazsaya: *shakes her head* No one...there was a boy back home, but
there was no way we could keep that up.

Kurdin: Then I think we're safe. Now to just wait out the ice
storm... haven't been in one of these for years.

Vazsaya: Niether have I...but you never forget them! *pauses* You
from somewhere cold?

Kurdin: Not technically... I grew up in the mountains around Tel Aviv
on Earth... but it very rarely even snowed there. I did go hunting
quite often in Siberia though.

Vazsaya: Ah....I'm form a planet with a climate almsot identical to
this one. Only less monsters.

Kurdin: No wonder you survived without the survival equipment...
although you wouldn't have for much longer.

OFF:

=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO/Diplomat
USS DEstiny
|Posting As|
Ens. Vazsaya



The Ice Storm Cometh  

[[Arkham Polar Zone, Tunnel-Corridor]]

On:

*Suvock was still shivering even though the was wrapped in two
blankets. As Dre was working on him he noted the increase in the wind
velocity and a sudden darkening of the skies.*

Suvock: It would appear we are about to experience an atmospheric
meteorological event.

Dre: If you mean an ice storm is approaching then you are correct my
Vulcan friend.

*Suvock notes alot of activity around him.*

Suvock: The next logical course of action would be to find shelter
from the storm.

Dre: That would be an understatement Commander. We are working on it
as we speak.

*Suvock could still feel the effects of the hypothermia and began to
go into a semi meditative state to aid in the healing. Even as they
prepared the emergency shelters, Suvock was only partially aware of
it.*

Off:

Just a short post to keep things flowing.

Lt. Commander Suvock
Engineering Officer
Attached to Admiral Zark's Yacht



Ice Strom Cometh  

[[Arkham Polar Zone, Shuttle landing site]]

ON:

*Wallace continued to peer out at the amorphous blobs down on the snowfield,
but his sinuses told him that the air pressure was dropping. He figured
that meant a storm, and a storm here was bad news. He huddled deeper into
his snow cave, feeling the insulation of several feet of snow in addition to
his extra thermals. The sky grew darker, and the wind began to howl.*

Wallace: +Wallace to Donnelly+

Donnelly: +Ah'm here, Ensign+

Wallace: +Looks like Caradhras is getting pissed.+

Donnelly: +Who?+

Wallace: ~no appreciation for good literature...~ +The weather, it's
getting bad. Ice storm.+

Donnelly: +Well, that kinna be good for our people, nah cannit?+

Wallace: *a hint of worry* +No, it can't. I'm going to stay out here; I'm
pretty snug and warm in my little demesne. How are the repairs coming?+

Donnelly: +Yer choice, lad. Ah'm pretty much done, just a wee bit more
tweakin' ta be done, and we're airborne.+

Wallace: +Good. Keep me posted, eh? Wallace out.+

OFF:

Ensign John Wallace
TAC, USS Destiny



Separated  

ON:

[[ Arkham / Ancient Ice City ]]

* Cassandra looked around as the rest of away team had gone on. When
suddenly she slipped into a opening that appear before her, then
closed after her. Unable to return to the party and unable to reach
anyone telepathically, she moved on toward another opening. Once
inside she found the rest of what was left of the Admiral and his
staff frozen solid in a block of ice. *

Cassandra: ~ Damn. I'm sorry Admiral. ~

* The sound of the whistling again changed and Cassandra found
herself drawn to it. She moved to another opening and watched in
silence as the two huge creatures stared at a panel of swirling
patterns. Suddenly one of them turn, but took no obvious notice of
her. She sat there studying the patterns and it became clear they
reflected the electro-magnetic pattern shifts that were occurring.
No. They were responsible for it. There was a slight difference in
time between screen change then pattern shift. If Cassandra had not
been a Visayalian she would have not noticed it. *

Cassandra: = Jazz. Captain. Anyone. =

[[ USS Destiny ]]

Skimmel: ~ Cassandra? ~

Cassandra: = Captain. =

Skimmel: ~ What's going on down there? The entire
planet's under some unknown attack and
it's affecting the ship. ~

Cassandra: = Not sure sir, but these creatures are
behind it. I don't exactly know how they
are accomplishing it, but it is happening
because of them. =

Skimmel: ~ What about your mission? Have you located
the Admiral? ~

Cassandra: = Yes sir. They are dead sir. Frozen in a
block of ice. Only Suvock and Vazsaya
survive. Though I cannot seem to contact
them at the moment. =

* The Captain drops his head and sighs. This is a terrible loss for
the Federation that could, should and would not have happened, if the
Arkhamites had been forthright concerning the shield. *

Teal: Captain. The information from the planet
concerning the prophecy is coming in.

Skimmel: What have you got?

Teal: Apparently, the two star clusters on the
horizon are a signal. There is suppose to
be a third. When it appears and joins the
other two, the prophecy will be fulfilled.

Skimmel: Does it say where is the third one suppose
to come from?

Teal: No sir. Just that it is the signal of
those who watch and wait.

* Captain Skimmel leans back pondering momentarily. *

Skimmel: Could the creatures below be attempting to
gather enough power to generate the signal?

Teal: An interesting question. Unknown Captain.
Although the facts in evidence would
support your theory.

Cassandra: * who has been listening in telepathically * = Orders? =

Skimmel: Find the survivors. Stop the creatures.

Cassandra: = Understood. = ~ Now, I just have to find
the rest of the guys. ~

* Cassandra moves back quietly as she searches for an opening to lead
out. She moves silently and swiftly through the tunnels until she
comes upon an opening leading out. She moves forward and turns a
corner running into Kelly, who's scanning the perimeter. *

Kelly: Ahhh! Shit. Where the hell did you come
from?

Cassandra: Back that way. Listen we've got big
trouble, where's the rest of the party?

* Kelly leads the way back to the tunnel and the rest of the away
team and survivors. *

Jazz: Where have you been? Why didn't you keep in
contact?

Cassandra: Inside. I tried, but everyone is beginning
to be affected by hypothermia. I couldn't
reach anyone here. Jazz, we have a problem.

Kurdin: We know, there's an ice storm coming.

Cassandra: That's the least of our problems. When it
hits, we'll all be dead anyway.

Jazz: What?

Cassandra: Those creatures that captured the Admiral's
ship. They're the ones affecting
everything. It seems to have something to
do with some kind of prophecy about the end
of the world. All I know is they're drawing
every ounce of energy they can into this
mountain, and when it gets full....

Kurdin: It's going to blow like a volcano.

Cassandra: Exactly.

Suvock: But why?

Cassandra: Seems they gotta phone home or something.

* The away team and survivors look rather annoyed at the levity
Cassandra expounded. *

Jazz: We've got to get through to the ship.

Cassandra: I managed to do that. The captain knows the
situation. His orders were to find the
survivors and stop the creatures. Their
device is affecting the whole planet and
the Destiny. Unless we stop it, everything
is going to die. And we won't be able to...

Jazz: Escape ourselves.

Kurdin: Then we have to find the rest of the
survivors now.

Cassandra: You already have.

* Cassandra small mutter is picked up by everyone and the harsh
reality sinks in. *

Jazz: Then we have to get these two back to the
runabout and we have to destroy their
device.

Kelly: Sparks, Cassandra and I will take care of
the device. You need to get them to the
runabout.

Cassandra: One thing.

Jazz: Yes?

Cassandra: Nothing works close to the device. Coms,
scans, weapons, all the power is somehow
transferred to the device. I felt it
pulling at me when I got within thirty
meters of it, My shielding isn't strong
enough to resist it any closer.

Sparks: Then how are we going to destroy it?

OFF:

Ensign Cassandra
Navigator
USS Destiny



We're gonna do what to the what now?  

ON:
 
Kelly:  *stopping in her tracks*  We're going to destroy a device 
and nothing technological works around it?
 
Sparks:  What about low-tech devices?
 
Kelly:  Beat the thing with sticks and stones?  
 
OFF:
 
=/\= Lieutenant Jennifer "Jenn" Kelly =/\=
                Chief of Security
                  USS Destiny



The Ice Storm Cometh  

On 

[[Arkham Polar Zone, Tunnel-Corridor]] 

Dre: * Finishes putting her survival tent up. To Suvock * Sir-I think 
we should do as Dr Kurdin and your friend 

Suvock: Agreed. It is the most logical way to keep warm in these 
circumstances 

* Dre helps the freezing Vulcan into her tent. Where she turns on her 
personal space heater and puts it on a low setting * 

Dre: It would be very bad if I were to heat the tent up too quickly. 
It is better to heat your body up gradually, and give your body time to adjust 

Suvock: Will the cold not affect you? 

Dre: Trill don't mind the cold as much as some species, although this 
planet is colder than I like it wont bother me so much in here 

* Suvock could still feel the effects of the hypothermia and began to go into 
a semi meditative state to aid in the healing. Dre being an ever attentive 
nurse, kept an eye on him * 

Off 

Tag 

==/\== 
Ensign U'nela Dre (Trill) 
Head Nurse. USS Destiny 



Down for the Count  

ON:

[[Bridge - USS Destiny]]

* The turbo lift door slides open and Harding steps onto the bridge. Ina
heartbeat he spots the remaining Arkhamite and instantly draws his
phaser. Skimmel stands up from his chair. *

Harding: If you'll move away from the Captain very slowly-

Skimmel: Mr. Harding. That will not be necessary. Report.

Harding: We have cleared engineering of the Arkhamites. I have them in
the Security Hold. As soon as this one joins his comrades-

Skimmel: Then the ship is out of danger. Mr. Valen here has placed me
under arrest. Starfleet believes in obeying the local laws.

Harding: Captain-

Skimmel: * Holding up a hand to Harding. * Reserve your concern until he
actually chooses to remove me from the ship. Even then our preference
will be for Miss Liri to work this out with the local authorities.

Teal: Excuse me, Captain. You'll want to see this-

Skimmel: Put it on the main screen. * The screen shifts to a close up of
the forcefield dome itself. Normally it would be nearly opaque white but
now one sector is fluctuating so wildly that there are visible ripples of
glowing color moving up and along it. * What am I seeing?

Valen: The shield. Oh gods. The shield. * And as he speaks, the ripples
and vibrations simply disappear revealing a clear view of the snow
covered rocks and dark blue waters. *

Teal: At least one section of the shield has gone down.

Rioschi: The adjoining sections are showing signs of instability as well.

Skimmel: Then the shields could be down for quite some time.

OFF:

=/\= Captain David Skimmel =/\=
Commanding Officer, USS Destiny



Wasn't me, nobody saw me do it, cant prove anything- 

ON
 
[[Core Room 3]]
 
Harper: Johansen.  Yourself and the core engineers get to work on 
the engineering equipment.  I'll see if I can do something with the 
consoles
 
Johansen: Aye Ma'am. It should take a few hours
 
Harper: * Shudders * ~that's why Jazz hates that, makes you feel 
like an old woman ~ Ensign just call me Vicki. Well we only have 
about three hours left
 
* Johansen crosses over the room and working with the engineers starts 
too pull several panels off and begins to remove the old cards.  Not 
before long the floor is covered in them and a lot of cable wiring, Jual 
looked at the mess, worried, *
  
Jual: Does he know what he is doing?
 
Harper: Don't worry, Ensign Johansen is quite capable, he knows his 
job very well.  As for me * walking briskly over too a consol * these 
consoles have been tampered with from an out side source. I'll have to 
find where it came from and cut them off before they hack into every 
workstation and console in this facility
 
Jual: * Jual looked uneasily at the young science officer.  He had no 
trust in the federation, and he still felt they were entirely to blame 
for this whole situation.  He passed a glance over to Johansen who was now 
tearing into something else and ripping it apart.  The engineers were 
barely keeping up with him, but then it had been along time since any of 
them had done anything like this *
 
* The lights in the core room flickered and grew very dim; Harper could 
hardly see Jual in front of her or any of the others *
 
Jual: What have you done?  Deceivers you done this-you and your federation 
with your lies you have come to destroy us all 
 
Harper: * A little scared and exasperated * we did not cause this
 
Jual: Liar * the klaxons around the room wail. Jual fall on his knees and 
starts to pray *
 
Harper: * Her eyes getting used to the dim light saw the confusion in every 
one * ~ Ok keep calm ~ * Glances toward the consoles and work stations they
just go blank, the A. B's just fall from where they are, motionless. The 
klaxon horn stopped abruptly. And the core rod grows dimmer * 
 
Johansen: * Looking toward on of the engineers * its not supposed to do 
that-is it
 
Engineer: No!
 
*  A faint noise could be heard; no one could quite make it out, not at first 
but it grew louder.  A faint flute like noise *
 
Harper: What's that?
 
Jual: Demons * he hissed at her from under his breath *
 
Harper: * Swallowed hard. Her voice fell to a whisper * demons- 
 
Johansen: * Running toward her * Vicki, the shielding on this section has 
collapsed, only emergency life systems are on line but they wont last long 
 
* Vicki raised her hand, stopping Johansen from continuing, she lifted her 
tricorder, switched it on and walked over to the power rod, and scanned 
down the shaft *
 
Harper: There are several life forms on their way up, large in size * the 
tricorder goes a bit fuzzy. She turns and looks at every one, the Arkhamites 
looked petrified. * Hiding would be a good option
 
Jual: You have released them; you have unleashed our people's demise * The 
whistling grew louder *
 
OFF
 
=/\= Lt. jg Victoria Harper=/\=
Acting Chief Science Officer. USS Destiny
& NPC Johansen & Jual
 


Doomsday  

ON:

[[ Arkham ]]

[ City Streets ]

*Lt. Tyrone Carver holds up a hand, stopping his group in their
progression from the Library to the Capital Building. Across the way is an
Arkhamite standing on a soapbox, or the local equivlant anyway, and
preaching. He has strange markings on his face - markings that closely
resemble the lights in the sky.*

Preacher: - the Old Ones will come forth and subsume the world in
Darkness, they tell you! Nay! I tell you nay! The Great Cthulu will come! The
Great One, whose face is madness to gaze upon! He will destroy the Old Ones,
and consume them, and add their power to his own! And then he will turn his
attention to the world, and you are less than playthings to his
ever-consuming hunger! Great Cthulu will use your life and your death for his
amusement, and the world will fall! It begins now! Worship him! Pledge
yourself to the Great Cthulu, and you will have the privilege to die last!

Carver: Who's this guy?

Arkhamite Escort: Doomsday cult. Harmless ... normally.

Carver: Yeah? ... think they have anything to do with the shield
dropping?

Arkhamite Escort: ... I don't know. Everyone's blaming you.

Carver: Maybe they should look closer to home for their troubles. *He
resumes walking, tapping his commbadge.* Carver to Liri ...

[ Polar Region ]

*Sparks, Cassandra, Kelly, and Jazz are hunkered down in Jazz's shelter.
It's cramped.*

Cassandra: I don't think sticks and stones are going to work either.

Sparks: Well, we've got to think of something!

Jazz: If Nicholas were here, he'd just cobble together an energy siphon
of his own and then it would never reach full power ... *She blinks away the
threat of tears. Damn him! Damn that rogue shuttle!*

Cassandra: An idea not without merit, but I certainly don't have the
technical expertise to build one out of ice and snow. *She frowns, cupping
her chin in her hand. Astoundingly lifelike simulation.* I could abandon my
exoskeleton and ... allow myself to be siphoned into the machine. I may be
able to exert some influence -

Kelly: No way. We don't even begin to know enough about how it works.
"Could" exert "some" influence isn't enough to risk your life for.

Jazz: *Muttering to herself.* Think! think think think ... think like
Nickel would ... *She closes her eyes - why do her emotions seem to be
peaking and falling so rapidly? They've been doing it all ... oh. Right. The
pregnancy thing.*

Sparks: L-T, if that's our only option ...

Cassandra: I can attempt to reach Commander Donnelly, at the shuttle. She
may be able to jury-rig some sort of ... energy siphon.

Kelly: Sounds like our best bet, if none of our weapons are going to
work.

Sparks: What about Wallace's TR-116?

Cassandra: The casing looked pretty strong ... plus, that would certainly
attract the Old One's attention.

Jazz: Wait. Wait wait. Sticks and stones. Projectile weapons. This thing
can't absorb kinetic energy.

Cassandra: ... I see no reason to think it can.

Jazz: Okay. So we need to hit it, hard, with something. Maybe knock it
over, let gravity and torque do the rest.

Cassandra: Yes. The machine appeared to be rather top-heavy.

Jazz: Was it resting on an ice floor? In an ice cavern?

Cassandra: Yes. What are you thinking?

Jazz: Sparks, Kelly, with me. Bring all the explosives and phaser clips
we have. Cassandra. Go to Dr. Kurdin. Get back to the runabout as quickly and
safely as possible.

Cassandra: We can't move in that ice storm.

Jazz: If we stay here, we all die. Understand?

Cassandra: Aye. *She stands and slips out. The other three suit up again
and head out themselves.*

Sparks: What's the plan, boss-lady?

Jazz: Phaser energy hits ice, converts to heat energy, converts to
kinetic energy as the ice sublimates into steam.

Kelly: A few steam-explosions to topple the thing?

Jazz: Worth a shot. Failing that ... we'll bring the roof down.

OFF:

Let's go, people. Kurdin et al. - remember that idea for sleds?

/\ Lt. Commander Jasmine Hobbes
First Officer
USS Destiny



Can we fix it? Yes we can...  

on:

Venka:I believe I have something!

Vishee:what,what is it? *she looks up with excitement,she's been freezing
for awhile,and she knows if she's freezing that venka must be froze
already?"

Venka:Well this sheild needs more energy basically,so what we need to do
is give it energy..*picks up some controls* these have energy in them,all I
need to do is connect them into..

Vishee:Venka! what are you talking about? if you do that you'll be
electricuted!

Venka;Yes I know,but I will survive is faster then you,besides you will be
calling sickbay and tell them when to transport me up,lets just hope this
works..

Vishee:I cant let you do this..*sighs as she knows it wont do any good,she
then calls sickbay* Vishee to sickbay.

Sickbay:someone else to transport up? *sounds tired*

Vishee:Not yet,I will elt you know when though,it will be Miss Venka.

Sickbay;huh? but why not now?

Vishee:She's not hurt yet,she is trying to fix the shield,and thinks she
knows how,but by doing it will get electricuted in the proecess.

Sickbay:hmmm ok ready when you are.

Venka:alright lets do this. *picks up the cord and sighs closing her eyes
in quiet meditation,she then opens them and connects the cords to the main
shield,getting shocked in the process but fortountly not electricuted.*

Vishee:ok beam up!

OOC: I hope this works,and I did it right..its the only thing I could
think of..let me know by the post.

Lieutenant J/G Venka.
Science Department.
USSDestiny



Change of Plans  

ON:

*Liri was sitting in the same chair she had been in for the past hour. She
felt like a fifth wheel...and an _invisible_ fifth wheel at that. She could
barely even understand why the man felt so standoffish towards her...it was
_impossible_ to understand why he, a military man, was ignoring the &$(@&$
_senior officer_ on the team....!!!*

Carver: *Wandered over to where Liri was standing, after having another
short chat with Lt. Luna, the Generals attache.* Uh, Cmdr...The General has
just deployed the initial regiments of his reserves. Seams as though the
population to the north is decaying into anarchy...while the ones around us
are remaining rather calm and subdued....and on a side note *Lowers his
voice* Something is up, something big....

Liri: *sarcastically* How nice of him to tell me...!

Carver: Yeh....he's also imposing martial law. *Then he coughs* Are you
familiar with starfleet regulation 23?

Liri: Not quite...refresh my memory, please...

Carver: *Glares at her* Ma'am.....The one that states no communication
unless IN CODE, if you fear that your transmissions are being monitored
*Motions his head slightly to camera that scouted about the room*

Liri: *switching _back_ over to diplomatic mode to handle this* Ah
yes....say, lieuteant...I think we should take a walk...survey the city.
*she pulls him to his feet and outside*

Carver: ~Yeah this isn't bringing unwanted heat on our heads!~ *As Liri
drags him outside* Isn't this gonna cause the General to suspect something
Cmdr....especially considering I didn't even tell him I was leaving.

Liri: We're only going to be gone for a moment...! A moment in which I am
going to restrain myself from jsut beaming back up to the &$)@&$ ship, for
all the good I'm doing here!!!

Carver: *Shrugs and raises an eyebrow* Well, now that you mention it
ma'am....you probably would be better served to head back up there....I
could get closer to the General because of it. He doesn't like you, but he
likes me...all I would have to do is find some reason for me not to like you
either, then maybe I can get close to him, possibly get some info.

Liri: *sighs* Ah, diplomacy...somedays I think I need a setting switch, so I
can just flip back and forth...! Alright...we'll go with your plan. Just
three things....

Carver: *Pulls out his padd and gets ready to jot them down* Okay, three
things....shoot.

Liri: First of all....try not to do anything too, err, illegal....

Carver: Never! *He says with a wounded look on his face.*

Liri: ...and inform me if you discover anythign seriously sinister.

Carver: Call if I need help, gotcha.

Liri: Second...explain to me exactaly what this guy is so disturbed by..?
When I look in his eyes...it's anger..and fear. From a man whom I never have
done _anything_ to....?

Carver: *Shrugs again* Well....he's weary of all diplomats, all
politicians....the anger may come from the fact that you're a military
officer aswell....maybe that makes him jealous, you have strengths in both
his field and the field that he despises, possibly making you a threat...but
a threat to what? *Gazes off in wonder*

Liri: I don't know...but if you find out....

Carver: You'll be the first one to know.

Liri: Good....and one mroe thing lieutenant....

Carver: Yes ma'am?

Liri: *grins tensly, in a morbid yet humorus way* While you're pretending
not to like me....don't let it go to your head!

Carver: I wouldn't dream of it ma'am. *He says with a smile* Now I should be
getting back before he notices I'm gone...

Liri: *nods* Good...if he asks where I went...I'm sure you'll think of
a...suitable story.

[[Back at the Defense Ministry]]

Lomal: *As Liri and Carver exit* ~Hmmmm, he may suspect something....Oh
well, no matter, our forces are poised to strike, and our reinforcements are
returning.....Maybe after I seize power the people will listen when I tell
them about destroying the menace that has lived on this planet for so
long....maybe then they will support me when I call for a war against
them....~

Lt. Drakar(NPC): Sir, our forces have been deployed. Our forces on the
boundary of the 'region' report nothing out of the usual....though one
section of the shield has failed, and others are collapsing.

Lomal: Can the shield be repaired ~Ha! It would make my accension to power
easier if the entire thing fell...let those monsters' true evil be shown...~
*He cringed for a moment at the thought of the civilian casualties before
steadying himself* Drakar, contact Army Base Canfor, I want Commando Teams 3
through 6 put on launch standby. I want them ready to go on a moments
notice. ~Maybe a pre-emptive strike will weaken them~

OFF:

Review: Liri is heading back up to the Destiny while Carver is going to play
spyguy. Lomal is now shown in his true colour (A power hungry psycho who is
going to send his troops and possibly his people into the arms of the
cthulu)

This has been a wam bam thank you ma'am joint postification by,

Lt. Tyrone Carver
ACTO/Womanizer/Espionage Agent/Military Advisor
USS Destiny

and

Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO
USS Starfire



Details  

ON:

[[Arkham, Polar Zone]]

*Kurdin and Vazsaya were hunkered in the survival
shelter when he overheard Cassandra muttering about
the mountain blowing up soon and about some sort of
power collecting device being used to siphon power.
He began secretly running scans of Cassandra and her
exoskeleton to see if there was something wrong with
it/her. The temperature had dropped another 15
degrees since his last reading, any exposure to the
air for more than 5 minutes would be lethal now. Even
if they wanted to move... they would die trying. He
was busy scanning the surrounding area when the EM
interference that had been limiting their scans since
their arrival disappeared. He was able to get a clear
picture of everything around them... including the
very numerous presence of lifesigns and three very
alive human biosigns coming from a structure not 200
yards away.*

Kurdin: *taps his commbadge* Jazz... I think we have
something interesting... ask Cassandra how many of the
people from the Admiral's yacht she saw frozen please.

Jazz: +Will do... *she mumbles somethign and Cassandra
answers* She says all of them except Suvock and
Vazsaya...

Kurdin: I think Cassandra has been going through a
visalayan hallucination... I'm detecting three very
much alive humanoid biosigns about 200 yards away
inside a structure. I'm also detecting two
unidentifiable biosigns in close proximity to the 3
humanoids.

Jazz: +You may be right... what about the mountain
blowing up? Any signs of any type of explosive or
seismic data supporting that theory?+

Kurdin: *reprograms and quickly scans* Negative... I
am detecting the matter/anti-matter core from the
Admiral's yacht though... it is very near the humanoid
lifesigns.

Jazz: +We need to go investigate... you think Destiny
can detect us now?+

Kurdin: Most likely... I'm not seeing any evidence of
the shield in this area anymore.

OFF:

=====
Patrick " HORNET" McGlone



Last Resorts....  

ON:

Vazsaya: ~~Please, let them be alive...!~~ What now sir?

Kurdin: Now...we wait for a communication from the surface, and...

[[Meanwhile...]]

*She had beamed back up to the Destiny...making sure to storm away
from Lt. Carver as she left, to help with his cover...since someone
else was still covering her in tactical, and for the duration of this
mission she was officially in her diplomatic athourity, she simply
sat on the bridge, waiting to put out any major diploamtic nightmares
that came up on the viewscreen...*

Mulligan: *at Ops, to the captain* Sir--I'm detecting the awayteam.

Skimmel: How many?

Mulligan: All of them...plus two. There are also several lifesigns in
the surroundign area.

Skimmel: Open a channel...

Jazz: +Captain?+

Skimmel: +Yes. What's your status?+

Jazz: +We rescued two members of the admiral's team. Ens. Cassandra
says she found the others frozen, but Mr. Kurdin thinks she may be
expirencing hallucinations, since we're detectign three humanoid
biosigns near us.+

Skimmel: +And the members of the team you have rescued...?+

Jazz: +In stable condition, sir. A Vulcan and a human...+

Skimmel: +I'll have them beamed to the ship. The shield is no longer
in place in your area...I will also see if we can beam the other
lifesigns aboard.+

Liri: ~~Oh, _hell_...!~~ *butting in* Captain--when you're done, I
need to speak with you.

*Normally, it would ahve been a breach of protocol...and perhaps
still was. But at this moment, she had, of course, ceased to be an
officer. Ambassador Liri...even the abscense of her uniform spoke to
it...and that gave her the right to intrude unpunished.*

Skimmel: *nods to Liri* +We're on it...Skimmel out.+ *to Liri* What
is it?

Liri: *motions for him to follow her to hsi ready room, which he does*

[[Ready Room]]

Skimmel: Well, ambassador?

Liri: *combining the two again* Sir--Lt Carver and I...we suspect
something us...up with the general.

SKimmel: 'Up'?

Liri: He's hiding soemthing...

Skimmel: Having not met the man...?

Liri: I can't quite peg it...but soemthinng tells me he's planning
something. Soemthing...big. Soemthing very big...something which may
forever alter our negotiations. Lt. Carver says he'll try to
get 'close' to him, find out what's in the works...but for that, he
needed me out of the way.

Skimmel: *curious* Why? You're the senior officer...

Liri: I'm an _ambassador_. A politician...a diplomat...and an
officer. Carver and I agree that it probably scares him...and angers
him.

Skimmel: Ah.

Liri: The government has fallen to pieces, and the citizens who
remain rational are hiding from the angry mobs. As for the
general...Don't trust him.

Skimmel: I'll keep that in mind. In fact, I have a job for you.

Liri: Yes? *as an afterthought* Err...which one of me?

Skimmel: The ambassador.

Liri: Yes sir?

Skimmel: You're going back down to the surface...I want you to try
and scrape the government to it's feet.

Liri: That may not be possible sir...but I'll give it my best.

*Skimmel nods, and htey both exit the ready room...*

[[Meanwhile, On The Planet...]]

Vazsaya: *to Kurdin* What now sir...?

Kurdin: Now, they hopefully beam you up...

[[A Few Minuts Later, In The Government Complex...]]

*She was back, and, as a precaution, she was armed, albiet
discretly....she ventured in to the premier's office, having picked
the lock...*

Liri: *to the man, sobbing ontop his expensive desk* Get up.

Premier: What...?

Liri: Get up! This place needs an effective government, now mroe than
ever....

Premier: Nobody maintains an effective government in the midst of a
day of chaos.

Liri: I assure you, I have some historical examples ot disprove that.
Now...get up. We need to get your council working again. Now.

*When he still doesn't move, albiet having clamed down osmewhat, she
tries a different tactic*

Liri: You know, if you hold it together now, it'll look great in your
reelection campaign...

*Within a few minutes, the premier is back on his feet.*

Liri: Good. Now, the next step is to find your council members, and
call an emergency session...

OFF: Many tags...! ;)

=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
"Get up, if you're a politician...!"
CTO/Diplomat
USS Destiny



Last Resorts....   

ON:

[[Arkham Defense Ministry]]

Lomal: *As Carver comes back into the room.* Where's our friend Cmdr. Liri,
Lt?

Carver: I persuaded her to head back to the ship sir...Hope you don't mind,
but I noticed she made you a little uncomfortable.

Lomal: *Gets a dirty look on his face* Diplomats, politicians, ambassadors,
bureaucrats, all the same, all talk no action. Politics, and religion mixing
with politics are the reasons this planet has been stuck in the dark ages
for this long. ~I didn't like that earing either.~ I intend to unite this
planet like never before...

Carver: But how...if religion is so embedded in the people, what will you do
that will cause them to unite ~Yeah thats it, work him for some info.~

Lomal: *A smile comes to his face* I will unite the people by rallying them
behind a cause, a cause against a scurge that must be purged from our lives.
~But not the scruge you think.~

Carver: ~So he's going to attack whatever lives inside the shield.~ I see.
What's the latest news?

Lomal: The looting and rioting are dying down as the people lose hope. The
area within the shield remains too quiet for my liking. The shield is still
continueing to fall at a steady rate, it will fail completely within the
next 48 hours.

Carver: And then....?

Lomal: Then Lt, we will see if I have trained my troops as well as I hope I
have.

Carver: *Nods, then his comm badge beeps* Carver here.

Destiny CommO(NPC): Sir, the captain told me to inform you that Cmdr. Liri
has returned to the surface, she is working to restore the central
government.

Carver: ~Uh oh...he should not have heard that~ Copy that Destiny, Carver
out.

Lomal: ~This is not good, if she knows something, she's a security risk.
Premiers office eh....~ Drakal, get over here...excuse me Lt. *As he ushered
Carver out of the room.* I'll be right out *As he closes the door.* ~We can
take care of that.~

Carver: *Now outside the room* ~Uh oh...that's not going to make him
happy...~

Lomal: Drakal! They are on to us, I'm telling you they know....activate the
sleeper in the premeirs office....Now! *As the Lt. scurried out of the room*
~That will take of both the premier and the Cmdr.~

OFF:

Tag....um, he's gonna try and blow you up Liri *A recurring theme it seams.*

Lt. Tyrone Carver
ACTO
USS Destiny



ON:

[[ Arkham Ice City ]]

Cassandra: I am not hallucinating. I think you
better check your equipment.

Jazz: Calm down Jazz. He said he detected
humanoid lifesigns outside.

Kurdin: Yes, approximately 20 meters....

* The sound of the tricorder frying as it goes dead ends the
arguement of the good doctor. *

Cassandra: I told you the equipment wasn't working
properly. Maybe now you'll listen. We
don't have much time.

* Cassandra storms out of the tent. She makes her way up the ledge to
the point where she ran into Kelly. A movement in the snow catches
her eye and suddenly she is jumped by three heavily clothed figures.
She rips the mask from one as she fights back. An Arkhamite! *

Arkhamite 1: Kill her. They must be stopped. To much
planning and waiting for this, we must
help the masters.

Arkhamite 2: I've got her. She won't stop our
masters. They will come and we will be
free.

OFF:

Ensign Cassandra
Navigator
USS Destiny



Oh you navigators.... 

ON:
 
*Jenn is keeping watch until Cassandra nearly ran into her again.  
"That girl needs to watch where she's going," Jenn thought to herself.*
 
Cassandra:  HELP!
 
*Jenn immediately turns around and sees three natives against Cassandra.*
 
Kelly:  *Shaking head*  Oh geez...  *runs towards the brawl and get into 
the thick of it by pulling off two of the Arkhamites that were on Cassandra*
 
Arkhamite 1:  You should not have interfered.  You will be stopped.
 
Kelly:  Stop THIS... *Punches the Arkhamite in the face and then turns 
to Cassandra*  For a navigator... you sure get into trouble.
 
OFF:

Oooh... brawl...
 
=/\= Lieutenant Jennifer "Jenn" Kelly =/\=
                    Chief of Security
                      USS Destiny



The Government That Almost Wasn't....  

ON:

*They had scrounged up aproximatly 90% of the council...not a bad
job, ifshe did say so herself...in additon, roughly 80% had been
encouraged, by subtle hints about reelection potential, to function
as an effective governing body...with the premir at their head. Now,
she sat next to the premir as they held council...*

Liri: ...and that's about it. ~~Now is nto the time to tell them you
think their military are luantics...~~

*She barely had time to realize what was happening before one of the
assembled council members opened fire....*

Liri: *tackling the premier* DOWN!!!!

*Liri and the premier toppled to the floor. Council members ducked.
Three of the more ambitious tried to tackle their berzerk
fellow...Liri pulled out her weapon and crouched behind the podium,
sitting atop the premeir to keep him from rising...*

*She fired. He ducked. He was screaming things about he end of the
world. A lunatic...a &$(@&$ _lunatic_...she fired again, he fired
back. They both ducked. She fired again. He ducked...he fired, and it
hit the podium. It blasted right through it, and hti the wall behind
her. She moved to sheild the premier with her own body while
continuing to fire...but her weapon was set on stun. It couldn't go
through his cover...whereas he didn't have such restrictions to his
firing patterns. He hit her in the shoulder...she gritted her teeth,
and fired back while he was distracted...she caught him in the neck,
just as he was ducking down again. Int he ensuing chaos, two members
of council wrestled his weapon away and sat on him. Liri rolled off
the premier, who, bruised and confused, got to his feet...*

Liri: *clutchinghershoudler* ~~Damn...will thsi make them panic
again...?~~ *carefully conroling her voice* Order!!! Council is still
in session! Think how this will look on your records, if need be!

*The premier called for security...and then remembered security had
all fled in terror with the first sheild collapse...*

Liri: *gritting her teeth* +Liri to Destiny!+

Skimmel: +Yes?+

Liri: +Sir, we've had a...minor problem...here....some idiot
ocuncilmember opened fire and...+

Skimmel+ Is anyone hurt?+

Liri: ~~If I lie...I could get in trouble...but if I don't, he'll
bring me back up to the ship, and the situation down here will go to
hell quite quickly...and I'm _Ambassador_ Liri right now...I can
lie...~~ +The cuncil is fine sir...save the lunatic, whom I stunned.
Can you beam him to the brig...security down here ran away.+

Skimmel: +Acknowledged.+

*A few seconds later, the uncouncious councilmember disappeared in a
sparkle of light...*

Premier: *to Liri* Why did you lie to your captain?

Liri: I didn't. I said "The council is fine".

Pemier: You should seek...

Liri: I should seek to get this damn thign back in session, is what I
should seek...but you may have a point. Change of plans...+Liri to
Skimmel...+

Skimmel: +Yes?+

Liri: +Prepare to beam myself, the council members, and the premier
aboard the Destiny. We need to work in a safe environment.+

Skimmel: +Stand by.+

*One by one, they vanished in columns of light. First the premier,
then the council emmbers, then Liri...*

[[Transporter Room, Destiny]]

*She was still holding her shoulder. She blened in with the ocuncil,
trying to avoid notice ont hat fact...the council adn the premier
were led to a large confrence room, where the premier, with Liri's
help,c alled council to session...again....*

[[Meanwhile, General Lomal's Office]]

Lomal: They _what_?!?

Drakal: She incapacitated our agent, sir.

Lomal: And _then_ what?!?

Drakal: According to my sources, she was injured int he attack, but
the council is unscathed. And so is the premier.

Lomal: Where are they _now_?!?

Drakal: On her ship, sir.

Lomal: Damn...!...

OFF: Heh. Liri, injured and bluffing, holding a government

together...! Tag(s)...!

=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO/Ambassador/Diplomat/Economist/Politician/Premier's Security
Force...?!?
USS Destiny



Details  

[[Arkham polar surface]]

ON:

Wallace: *noticing that the electromagnetic interference has suddenly
vanished, and the scanners are now back at their full range* Allright!
+Wallace to Donnelly+

Donnelly: +Aye?+

Wallace: +The fuzz is gone from the airwaves! We got full scanner range
again.+

Donnelly: +Oh, shyte! That must mean the shield is down! Tha's na good.+

Wallace: *reading the scanner display* +I've got you beat. Remember those
blob-things I told you about? They're coming around behind us. Two hundred
meters and closing from the south-southwest. I hope the shuttle's gassed up
and ready+

Donnely: +She's as ready as she'll ever be until Ah get her into a dry
dock. Hurry yer arse up and get on board!+

Wallace: +Roger that! On my way.+ *digging hurriedly through the mouth of
the snow cave, noting the bitter drop in temperature and glad that he had
only 15 yards to get to the shuttle. He rushed in through the airlock,
slammed the control panel to shut the outer doors and let him in, then ran
to the cockpit where Donnelly was sitting in the pilot's chair* Go! Go! Go!

Donnelly: Music to mah ears! *she took the controls and the shuttlecraft
lifted off* Since th' shield is down, I tried raising th' Captain on th'
comms.

Wallace: *settling into the Tactical chair and bringing the phaser arrays
on-line* And?

Donnelly: He said since they've got restored transporter access to the away
team that we're to fly in a low pattern near them and give whatever support
we can, including medivacking two of the Admiral's yacht crew.

Wallace: *checking the power readouts on the phasers* Roger that.
Computer!

Computer: *beeping in acknowledgement*

Wallace: Wagner. "Ride of the Valkyrie." Internal and external speakers.
*noticing the look on Donnelly's face* Always wanted to do that, you know.
*grinning as the music begins to play* Just remember, boss: Charlie don't
surf! *throws his head back and laughs, then becomes serious once more*
Let's get in there and get our people out.

Donnelly: ~crazy man, but he's right~ Aye, let's.

OFF:

TAG to the away team; we're en-route with supporting firepower and an escape
route for the wounded.

10 points to anyone who can name that movie, btw.

Ensign John Wallace
TAC, USS Destiny



Company  

ON

[[Arkham. Generator room]]

Vishee: Lt * Looking toward Venka * the power in the primary generator has
just failed, it seem a source from within the shielding has drained it. *
Looking at a screen * the shielding in that section has failed

Venka: That means this place will be hit next. Right people lets get a
move on start putting dampening fields up

[[Primary Generator. Core room 3]]

Harper: I fail to believe it was us who caused this-there is logical
explanation for it

Johansen: Now you're starting to sound like Lt Venka

* Harper, Johansen and Jual ran and hid behind a large power consol, the
other core engineers ran to an opposite one on the other side of the room.
Jual sat hunkered on the floor rocking back and forth praying *

Harper: * Ever curious peered around the corner too see two large 'things'
land near the rod consol. they tucked their large leather like wings up
like an insect would, then they spoke to each other in their flute like
language. She lifts her scanner and takes a long bio read from them ~
Starfleet Xenobiology is going to have a field day with this. So few
species that fall outside of the Galen theory of genetic codes * Man those
things are ugly * slipping back round. With a sarcastic grin * the one on
the left reminds me of some I dated once

Johansen: * Peeking too * Ugly! More like nauseating. * Also grinning
sarcastically * you dated something like that

Harper: * Grinning * Well let me put it this way-after a few blood wines
ensign; even you would look good. * Nudging her hard *- kidding

Johansen: Hey, you know you can be a real mean

Jual: Our impending doom sits before us, and you two joke about it

Harper: * Empathically * Sorry, just throwing a little light humour on a
bad situation * looking toward Johansen * keep an eye on out friends over
thers

Jual: * Not amused * I should think so.

* Johansen slips up to keep an eye on the two beings *

Harper: So, tell me about this prophecy

Jual: and now the shield has fallen they will escape-

Harper: Go back to that part of the shapes in the sky

* Jual explains of the foreboding signs that were said to appear in the
sky before the coming of Chuthulu who it was said would bring the
beginning of the end. She sits there a while thinking, putting the pieces
together in her mind. Then suddenly it dawns on her *

Harper: If you know of this I assume the old ones will know of the coming
of Chuthulu as well

Jual: What are you saying-more lies to cover federation treachery

Harper: No. Just that if this Chuthulu is truly on its way, they may be
trying-Yes-Their building a weapon

Jual: A weapon?

Harper: Their trying to absorb enough energy from the only known source
that won't run out. The shielding generators. If they can do that, then
they will probably try to destroy this Chuthulu before it destroys them

Jual: * sitting up *and then us!

Harper: There is always hope, I assume all the shield generators are
independent

Jual: Yes

Harper: Then lets hope this is the only section that has failed

Jual: * Standing up to face Vicki * the other generates will compensate
for the power loss in this sector. The shielding will be weaker than it
was before but it should hold for the next twenty-four hour

Johansen: * Slipping back around * they've gone back down-they powered up
the consol done something to them and went back down

Harper: * looking at Jual * Does the shaft lift have auxiliary power *
Jual nods * Good I'll need to get to the next level and contact Venka I'll
need her assistance-Johansen see what you can do here I' be back soon

[[Core Room 2]]

Harper: + Harper to Venka +

Venka: + Venka here yes Lt what is it +

Harper: + Venka I will need your assistance here at the primary generator
+

OFF

Tag

=/\= Lt. jg Victoria Harper=/\=
Acting Chief Science Officer. USS Destiny
& NPC Johansen & Jual



Chaos Disorder and Ice  

ON:

[[Arkham, Polar Zone]]

*Kurdin was surprised that Arkhamites could've crossed
into the polar zone undetected by the Arkham Polar
Defense Force... in fact, "strange" didn't begin to
explain it. Clearly the humanoid lifesigns he had
detected were the three arkhamites that attacked
Cassandra but unfortunately for her... Kelly had
sauntered in and delivered a strong hit to one but he
had taken it like a prize-fighter, not even grunting
when she hit him. Kurdin removed another tricorder
from his surgical pack, he always carried 3 or 4 just
in case something odd happened to one of them.*

Kurdin: *to Jazz, about the Arkhamites that are now
locked into an unarmed battle with Cassandra, Kelly,
and Sparks* They're on stimulants... and Cassandra is
experiencing a power drain on her exoskeleton. It's
primary power source will lose power in about 20
minutes. *hears grunting noises, and it's getting
louder* What in the world? *turns around as the entire
wall of the tunnel explodes in creating a choking
cloud of debris, snow, and ice. A large boulder had
crashed through the wall. The hailstones from the ice
storm had grown to nearly the size of a man's head and
Kurdin was beginning to worry about someone getting
hit by one... that would do significant damage to one
of the team. The wind was holding steady, coming down
the valley, then up the city-side with a speed of
about 70 kph. Visibility has also been limited to
about 20 meters.*

Kurdin: *shouting to be heard by Dre and Jazz* This is
getting too dangerous!

Jazz: *shouting as well* Agreed... *watches as the
arkhamites suddenly remove a number of heavy weapons
from the sacks they're carrying and open fire*
EVERYONE DOWN!!!!

*Kurdin and Dre dive behind a snowdrift that had been
forming, Jazz does the same on the other side of the
opening in the tunnel. In an instant, Kelly and
Sparks both take hits, and Cassandra receives a strong
blow to the center of her exoskeleton which sends her
reeling back and down on her back. The 3 Arkhamites
then disappear into the chaotic weather.*

Kurdin: *rushing out to Kelly* Dre, check Sparks!
Lieutenant, where are you hit?

Kelly: *in pain* My stomach!

Kurdin: *scans her thoroughly in the stomach region*
Surface wound... those weapons were set on a low
stun... you've got 2nd degree burns... nothing
worse... *he suddenly spots a runabout coming for
them, and surprisingly hears "The Ride of the

Valkyries" being blared from it's speakers. He taps
his commbadge* Kurdin to Wallace... *looks over at
Sparks* Beam Kelly and Sparks aboard... they've been
wounded.

OFF:

Cassandra may still be malfunctioning... but the
tricorder wouldn't blow up... it would only have
screwy readings... which it wasn't having. Just a
note.

=====
Patrick " HORNET" McGlone



A funky little plot twist.  

ON

[[Arkamite ancient city, tunnel encampment]]

Cassandra: HELP!

*Jenn immediately turns around and sees three
natives against Cassandra.*

Kelly: *Shaking head* Oh geez... *runs towards
the brawl and get into the thick of it by pulling
off two of the Arkhamites that were on Cassandra*

Arkhamite 1: You should not have interfered. You
will be stopped.

Kelly: Stop THIS... *Punches the Arkhamite in the
face and then turns to Cassandra* For a navigator...
you sure get into trouble.

Sparks: *Comes running up to them* HEY! No one starts
a fight without inviting me! *Clotheslines one of the
attackers*

Kelly: Sparks! I swear you're getting slow in your old
age.

Sparks: Well, I was getting warm in there and didn't
particularly relish the idea of coming out here.

Kelly: Yeah, but you'll do anything for a good fight,
Woncha? *Backfists one of the arkamites, making that
three sleeping beauties.*

Sparks: Almost.

Kelly: Now, what the hell was all this about?

Cassandra: I don't know. They said something about
their masters coming, and they would soon be free.

Sparks: What are these guys doing in here anyway? I
thought the Arkamites were deathly afraid of all the
badies in here.

Cassandra: Well, these ones appear to have made
friends in here.

Sparks: Locked in here from the start? You
think?*Looking at Kelly*

Kelly: Dunno. It does pose a problem, though. Let's
wake the others. We gotta get a watch rotation in
place until we can move. I hope they get that shuttle
working again.

Cassandra: And if they don't?

Sparks: Let's worry about things we have the power to
influence, and one thing at a time. Let's bind these
suckers up. I have some small rope in my pack, we can
use that. El Tee, you want me to wake the kiddies?

Kelly: No, I'll do that. You get the rope and secure
our guests. Ensign, get in where it's warm.

Sparks: Gotcha boss. *Begins his task.*

OFF

=====
Lieutenant J.G.
Sparks, Colin M.(Human)
Assistant security chief
USS Destiny NCC-42691



ON:

Venka:On my way Miss Harper,just let me give Miss Vishee the orders. Venka
out.

Vishee:*looks up from what she's working on* whats the problem?

Venka:Miss Harper needs my help at the primary generator,so I want you to
round up some others here and work on getting the dampening fields
working,is that alright?

Vishee:Of course Lt,Ma'am. Right on it,you go meet Lt Harper.

Venka:right if anything goes wrong just call me.*nods and leaves*

[[Primary generator]]

Harper:*looks up as she notices Venka* good you'll here.

Venka:Of course you did ask for me,it is only logical that I am here.

Harper:Yes of course.

Venka:Now what shall we do?

OFF:

Lieutenant J/G Venka.
Science Department.
USSDestiny



Details 

ON: 
 
Carver: *Paces back and forth out front of the generals 
large central office* ~He's on to us...I got to make myself seem non 
threatening...~ 
 
[[Inside the office]] 
 
Lomal: *To his aide* Alright, this is what you're going to 
do. Deploy the rest of the reserves....and then setup a satellite link, I 
want to talk to MY people.... 
 
Drakal: Yes sir. 
 
Carver: *Finally gets too anxious and rings the door 
chime.* 
 
Lomal: Enter ~Now what to do with him.....~ 
 
Carver: ~Hmmmmmmmmm, how do I prove myself to him......~ 
Sir, I was hoping you'd give me permission to go and help your forces search 
for my comrades under the shield? 
 
Lomal: ~Honourable....~ I will allow it....we have two 
Commando teams going in tonight. You may join them if you wish. 
 
Carver: I believe I will sir. Thank you sir. 
  
[[Meanwhile....]] 
 
*She had them seated again. Muffins. Coffee. Datapads. 
Security guards at the door.* 
 
Liri: ~~Let's see...premier, sitting down and 
rational...check. Council members, sitting odwn and looking like they're 
deer in the headlights...check. Oh, damn, there's blood on my 
jumpuit.... hopefully they won't dare say anything....~~ *into the 
premier's ear* Call council to order, sir. 
 
Premier: *Gives her a look as if to say "I knew that", then 
stood* I hereby call this session of the Arkhamite Council to order. We 
have Cmdr. Liri, of the starship Destiny here to aprise us of the latest news. 
*He sits back and looks at Liri as if to say "Your turn".* 
 
Liri: *her hand still pressed hard against her shoudler, 
tryign to stop the bleeding* First order of business: Restorign order to the 
planet. ANyone with anything ot say may do so now. 
 
Senator Boran(NPC): *Quickly rises to his feet.* What word 
of the shield Cmdr!? For the monsters contained inside cannot be allowed 
to escape!. 
 
Liri: At least two secitons have fallen. We are workign to 
stablize the reamining ones...~~I hope~~ 
 
Councillor Murat(NPC): *His dry shrill voice peircing the 
air.* What about the military Cmdr? I heard they had deployed forces to 
quell unrest...? 
 
Liri: ~~Winner take all...I ahve to tell them...~~ 
I...frankly, I am...unsettled by that. Your general...seems to have far 
too much power. *severla council members give her dismissive waves* 
I...*she was inturrpted by a comunnikcation, which she tok quitly adn then turned 
back to face them again* ....the would-be assasin. He's dead. Apparently, he 
activated some kind of implant he had....what do any of you know about he 
avloiablity and usage of *rattles off a posion compound name* on your 
planet....? 
 
Murat(NPC): It's available on the black market only Cmdr. 
 
Boran: he was probably just an extremist who hated the new 
central government. 
 
Liri: *realys this information, then hodls up a pad with 
the iamge of the implant found on the man* Anyoen recognize this? 
 
*Everyone sits and stares, not one word was spoken.* 
 
Liri: *quietly* I need to know. What is it? WHere is it 
from? Where have you seen it before? 

Murat: ~ I must say something....~ We only kno that they 
are used by warlords in the north....we confiscated several in one of 
our security sweeps. 

Liri: *to the rest of them* And the rest of you? 
 
*Nothing* 
 
Liri: *calmly* Tell me. Please. I can hear you out privatly 
if you so wish. 
 
*Nothing* 
 
Liri: ~~Something had them spooked....~~ *she began to feel 
slightly ligtheades, but shook it off and returned to her palce near 
the premier* Alright. Int hat case: Would any of you be opposed to, say, 
a mass media broadcast of you, their leaders, reassurign the people? 
 
*Murmurs are heard about the room but no objections.* 
 
[[Meanwhile at the Defense Ministry]] 
 
Lomal: *Stands in front of the podium and visual recorder 
in front of him, as he goes over his notes.* ~They will follow.....~ 
 
Drakar: The equipment is ready sir. 
 
Lomal: Excellant *As he notices Carver leaving with the 
Commando team leaders.* 
 
Drakar: Roling in three, two, one... 
 
Lomal: Good evening fellow Arkhamites, I am speaking to you 
from the Defense Central of our great planet, where much of our military is 
now preparing for a war, a war that many of us knew would come, but a war 
that the politicians in the government were oblivious to. Now all of you may be 
put in danger due to their inaction....even now they cower aboard the 
Starfleet vessel in orbit, while you the people, and th military are left to 
fend for ourselves here on the planet. We must come together as a people and 
vanquish this enemy from our soil. The shield that has defended us for so 
long, is now failing, so we must take matters upon ourselves and work 
together to defend this great planet. 
 
[[Meanwhile, At The Same Time...]] 
 
Premier: *While standing at a podium at the front of the 
hall on the Destiny, being broadcast to millions*...I assure you, we 
are working non-stop for the safety of our people and our home. We will 
not let them beat us. We will triumph, we will not giev up, we will not 
give in, we will not be beaten! We msut work, as one, to meet the enemy 
head-on, and to vanquish them, once adn for all! 
 
[[Meanwhile, a home in Southern Arkham]] 
 
Torapa Maorn(NPC): *He sits at home and watches the 
vidscreen. At present he was watching the General in charge of the military on the 
Local news and when it was done he changed to the Federal News Channel and 
saw the Premier in the middle of a fiery oration.* Huh? 
 
Ileki: *young, about 10* Daddy? 
 
Maorn: Hmmmmmmm.....~Trust the military or a corrupt 
government....?~ Don't worry darling, it will all be okay....~The General did make 
sense though.........~ 
 
Ileki: Daddy, mommy jsut called. She says that she's...'going on some 
assignment'. Something about _monsters_!!! 
 
Kanarah: *older, around 16* Why're the general and the premir squarin' off 
agianst each other, dad? 
 
Maorn: Because the General wants power, and wants to save this planet....and 
the government wants to hold on to its fragile power, and show the 
Federation that we're ready for membership........And don't worry lleki, 
mommy will be okay. 
 
Kanarah: Great. So...who do we believe? Stand with mom and the military...or 
stand with Uncle Zelk(soem council member, probably) and the governemen? 
 
*Meanwhile, little Ileki has crawled into her father's lap, turning her face 
away from her brother* 
 
Maorn: We will stand with the military....they've always served our needs 
and never their own before....Uncle Zelk is a good man, but one good man 
cannot save an eroded government. 
 
[[On a land skimmer with 60 Commandos on their way to the shield]] 
 
Leihi: *as they travel* Sir, what happened to...the ambassador? 
 
Carver: Well Cpl, she went back to the ship and took most of the government 
with her. ~I hope she knows what she's doing........~ 
 
Leihi: *shocked* She _left us here_...? 
 
Carver: I don't believe that's her intention TROOP, she just wants to keep 
the government safe. 
 
Leihi: *blushing furiously and mumbling * Sorry sir....~~I hate politics. I 
hate politicians....~~ 
 
Carver: Don't apologize Corporal, it's not your fault.....Ah, I hate the 
intricacies of politics....the best way to solve your problems is at 
gunpoint *As he cocks and loads the pulse rifle he had recieved from the 
Gunny Sgt at the front of the skiff.* 
 
Leihi: Agreed...though I doubt my parents would see it that way. Then 
again...they were the ones who....*the last part of the setnace is barely 
auidble, not wanting him to hear that her parents had locked her in a car to 
try adn keep her from her post* 
 
Carver: *Gets the idea* I see....well, you don't look like the Commando type 
at all Cpl....maybe your parents were just trying to look out for you. 
 
Leihi: *bristeling* I'll have you know that....*rattles off quickly a list 
of her qualificatiosn adn scores and accomplishments* 
 
Leihi: *as an afterthought* Sir. 
 
Carver: *He almost laughs as she finishes the list.* Well, you're very 
accomplished, congratulations, *He turns back to his rifle and as she lowers 
her defenses he slams her up and against the wall and then over his shoulder 
and down onto the deck.* I bet they didn't teach you that one during your 
close combat training *As he has her in a headlock on the ground.* 
 
Leihi: Nos ir...they didn't. Where'd you learn that...adn will you teahc me 
how to do it when this is over? 
 
Carver: *As he lets her get up* I could show you how, but first we have some 
people to find. We have a rescue team that's over due for check-in, a downed 
shuttle, and some missing local technicians too. 
 
Rilai: *a tall woman, older and wiser than Leihi* Technicians...ours or 
yours? 
 
Carver: *Point a finger at her to get the point across* Yours. 
 
*The snow was still falling. The lanscape was pure white, with only 
themselves as a contrast agaisnt it....* 
 
[[Meanwhile...]] 
 
Liri: *now sitting, somewhat pale* *to the premier* You were excellent. 
*turns to another council member, the head of the cty plannign comittee* Mr. 
Zelk. Would you care to...go...next? 
 
Zelk: I would never presume to dictate my will to the people....and I have 
nothing to say that would make any of them feel any better, best to let 
someone else speak. 
 
Liri: ~~Hmm. An interesting response. Nice to see _one_ who's not all "I 
jsut want to get reeelected"...~~ Alright. Does anyone wish to speak 
instead? Ms. Zilri? 
 
Zilri: *The small, fat, grey haired woman approached* I'd love to try and 
console my fellow citizens. 
 
Liri: Excellent! *waves her over to the small, impromtu broadcasting 
station* 
 
Liri: *after reciving a message* h, hell....Ladies and gentlemen....we have 
a bit of a problem. One which only _you_ can decide the asnwer to. *she 
turns on the screen, and replays the general's speech* 
 
Murat: What's wrong with that Cmdr? He, like us, is trying to rally the 
people...I support him in his cause! 
 
Liri: Then, elt it be put to a vote. The way I see it, you have several 
choices, and you msut now choose one: You can surrender to military rule. 
You can fight it in the courts. Or you can try adn work out a compromise 
with him. The option you choose cannot be for me to decide. You must choose. 
I will tally the votes. Anonymous poll. *she hadned out old-dashioned paper 
and pens. Datapads could be too easily tampered with...* 
 
Boran: *He and several Senators come forward* And who are you to tell us how 
to administer our affairs. And you seam rather biased against the General, 
I'll have you know he's our planets most distinguished veteran. Who are you 
to question his methods. 
 
Huprit(NPC): *The Senetor with direct links to the Warlords of the north.* 
Yes, and how do you get to choose what opur schoices are? 
 
Liri: I do nnot question them. If you wish to vote for that option, vote for 
it! If you so wish, choose your own choices, and have hte premier tally 
them...! 
 
Premier: *looking nervously around, ignoring Liri for protocol's sake* I 
say...we vote. I shall abide by your decision: Either we fight htis in 
Federation court--or we cooperate with the general--or, if you so wish, I 
shall abdicate in favor of him. We must vote now, before the situation 
becoems mroe...critical...with oru sheild. 
 
Murat: To a vote then! 
 
*The premier handed out the papers this time. Liri stood in a corner, 
unobtrusive. One by one, the senators handed back their votes to the 
preimer....and the premier coutned them.* 
 
Premier: The votes. Those of favour of standing behind the 
military....158....Those for fighting it in Federation courts....157. *A 
contented murmur is heard about the room.* It's is decided, we will stand 
behind our military.....though I must warn against submitting completely to 
their will.... 
 
*Ms. Zilri, having jstu finished her speech (and having given her vote 
earlier) came back to the table...adn noticed that hte young woman who had 
fought ofr the premier and the council was slumped against the wall, head 
drooping adn barely still standing* 
 
Zilri: *to the premier* Mr. Premier...we may want ot do soemthing about.... 
 
Liri: *to Zilri, weakly but defiantly* I'm fine. I'll stay. COntinue with 
ocuncil. 
 
Liri: *So,w hat was the vote....? 
 
Chief Petty Officer Roberto Pasquelli(NPC): *He had been watching over the 
council proceeding when he noticed Liri returning to the table looking very 
pale. He rushed over to her side and as she wobbled he steadied her while 
slinging his rifle.* Are you alright ma'am...that wound looks pretty bad. 
 
Premier: They have voted in favour of following the Generals lead. 
 
Liri: Int hat case, I suggest that you ocntact the general and elt him 
know...*automatically, to Pasquelli* I'm fine. Return to your 
post.....*lowers herself in to her chair, removing her hadn briefly from her 
shoudler* 
 
Premier: I have one of my aides doing just that Cmdr. 
 
Liri: Good....*she notices Pasquelli hasn't left yet* Soemthing wrong, Mr. 
Pasquelli....? 
 
Pasquelli: *Giving another look to the wound* It looks bad ma'am....I think 
you should head to sickbay...they can run things on their own for a bit. 
 
Liri: ~~Great. The governmetn is turning power over to the military. Our 
officers are still missing odwn there. My second in commadn is playing a 
game of deception...and now, to crown it all, I'm being told by a _cheif_ to 
go to _sickbay_...! This is _not_ my dya....!~~ *again ignoring it* Scan me. 
Tell me the results, and I'll decide...* *dryly, yet tired* Your analysis, 
Mr. Pasquelli....? 
 
Pasquelli: *Seeing the severity of the wound* Multiple torn ligiments, the 
cartlidge in your shoulder is thrashed, and you have several large and nasty 
looking contusions that are still bleeding ma'am. ~Come on now Cmdr, I've 
been doing this job for over 20 years....I know when someone needs to go to 
sickbay.~ 
 
Liri: *sighs* Fine...I'll go. ~~But only because you're 22 years older than 
I am....~~ *she starts to get up, but finds she's too exhausted to...she 
looks up as if to say 'Now what?' 
 
Pasquelli: ~Oh, so now she's wants me to baby her.~ Oh, so just because you 
can't stand up, I'm supposed to let you stay eh? *He helps her to her feet 
and then picks her up over his shoulder while tapping his comm badge.* Chief 
Pasquelli to sickbay, medical emergency, one to beam out. *As they disappear 
in the blue light.* ~Darn...she's a real flyweight....~ 
 
*By the time they amterialize in sickbay, the tiny commander is barely 
councious. It woudl be anyone's guess how she had managed to hold coherent 
politics in the state she was in...sheer force of will, perhaps...* 
 
Pasquelli: *As he looks around at the near empty sickbay* Lil help here! 
 
Liri: *softly* Tell them they should....do what's right....whatever they 
decide....not our choice to make. Tell the captain it's not our choice to 
make. 
 
*A nurse coems over, surprised* 
 
Nurse: Set her down over there. 
 
[[The Mountain of Madness Complex]] 
 
Carver: *He is now standing with the corporal at the back of the cockpit as 
the shuttle is about to land.* Lock and load. This should 'fun'. 
 
*His comment is met with an array of queer looks from the skiffs staff.* 
 
*Snow. All aroudn them, snow...the shuttle landed, rather roughly, onto 
it....* 
 
Major Rislar(NPC): ALRIGHT MAGGOTS! MOVE! *As the hatch draws open the elite 
commandos rush out and take up positions at the base of the mountain 
complex.* 
 
Carver: *he and the Corporal are some of the last to get off the shuttle. As 
they did so Carver noticed how cold it was...he was still wearing his full 
weather gear, but the bite of the air as it hit his exposed face was almost 
unbearable.* What now Colonel? *he says to the leader of the group.* 
 
Colonel: Now...we start scanning. And keep your weapons up... 
 
Carver: Might I suggest breaking up into squads and searching the complex 
that way. 
 
Colonel: Excellent idea. Leihi, Ralai, Merlath, you go with Lt. Carver.  

Carver: Yes sir....we'll keep in contact...*As he sees the shuttle rise from 
the surface and race off into the distant sunset.* Lets just hope come back 
when they're needed. *He sets off up the mountain with his team.* 
 
*Ralai doesn't talk much, and niether does Merlath. Leihi is silent also, 
though she occasionally opens her mouth, then shuts it again....* 
 
Merlath: I'm getting a reading... 
 
Carver: Lead on Private! 
 
*Merlath leads them in the diretion which his reading came from...* 
 
Leihi: *lookign at her readins, htough different ones* Too much longer out 
here and we'll freeze, sir! 
 
Carver: Start looking for some shelter Corporal....~That'd be where our 
people would go anyway...~ 
 
*About ten mintues later, they come upon a small cave....* 
 
Carver: ~I hope we find someone soon.....damn, it's cold.~ 
 
OFF: 
 
This has been a joint tag team post by the Chiefs of Tac, regretably the 
last one for Carver. I (Kris) will be heading off to wild blue yonder on 
some more 'active' duty, I'll be around for another week or so, but after 
that I don't know when I'll be able to return. 
 
Creative control for my character is left in Cmdr. Liri, Cmdr. Hobbes and 
Capt. Skimmels able hands. 
 
Lt. Tyrone Carver 
ACTO 
USS Destiny 
 
and 
 
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri 
CTO 
USS Destiny



Cleaning up the mess  

ON:

[[Arkham, Polar Zone]]

*Kurdin, Cassandra, Dre, and Jazz remain. The
runabout had departed, en route for the Destiny with
Sparks and Kelly. They were all playing very careful,
Kurdin was trying to locate their attackers using his
tricorder when it shut itself off. He turned it over
and noticed that the power cell was empty... something
that almost never happened. Something was happening
or something was wrong with the tricorders that was
draining power from them at a high rate, and it seemed
to be exacerbated by using the device. The good news
is that the ice storm had been brief and had moved on,
but the damage had been done, Kurdin had a chunk of
falling ice land on his foot and had lightly bruised
the bone, the only "casualty" of the ice.*

Kurdin: Jazz, Cassandra, Dre... I think something's
draining the energy from our power cells.

Jazz: Check your weapons... make sure they're still
charged. *she raises hers and fires into the wall, a
weak blast, probably not even enough to knock someone
down*

Kurdin: *raising his and firing at the same spot, same
effect* That's not good.

*Dre and Cassandra do that same, with the same
effect.*

Jazz: We're defenseless... and we're running out of
time... how much time until the sun sets?

Cassandra: One hour and thirteen minutes.

Kurdin: We need to find the Admiral and the First
Councillor and bring them back in whatever condition
they are in... if they were out in the open for that
ice storm... no chance of survival.

Cassandra: I believe that I had found them a short
while ago... I can show you where.

Jazz: Let's go then.

OFF:

Tag Cassandra, Jazz, Dre

=====
Patrick " HORNET" McGlone



Medevac  

ON

Sparks: *Groaning loudly in pain* What about the rest
of the team? We can't leave them down there!

Kelly: Relax, big guy. If the Captain says it's
allright, we'll be going back down there to help them.

Sparks: No, NO! We can't leave them down there! By the
time we get back, they could be all dead!

Kelly: Sparks, chill! Neither one of us is in a
position to do too much to help them at this point.
The best we can do is to get fixed, then go down there
and see what's what. Until that happens, you will
knock it off. Is that clear, Ensign?

Sparks: I'm a Lieutenant Junior Grade.

Kelly: You bet your life on that?

Sparks: *Catching the not-so-subtle threat* Aye
Lieutenant. ~DAMMIT!!!~

*The shuttle arrives in the main bay, where a med team
is standing by.*

NPC Nurse: Let's move. *They get hustled down to
sickbay. There, a nurse puts them both on a table, and
gives each one of them a hypo for the pain, and begins
triage of their wounds.

Sparks: Let's hurry it up doc, I got work down there.

NPC Nurse:We'll do everything we can, now shut up and
relax. *Spaeking to a younger nurse* Lt.Kelly has
sustained a pretty severe burn to the left side front
abdominals, which even gave some of the more
vulnerable organs in the area a bit of a shock, but no
damage. *Moves over to Sparks and starts scanning the
injury site.* This guy has a very thick muscle wall.
Good thing too, his injury is only surface. However,
there is more damage to the surface area than there is
with Lt. Kelly. Initiate standard treatment for their
injuries while I take a look at the other two. She
heads over to two more tables where there lies a
Vulcan, and a human female. Both look cold as heck.

[[Meanwhile, on the surface]]

Kurdin: Okay, let's secure the site, and then we go
find the Admiral. Then we get the hell out of Dodge. I
don't like the waty this is turning out.

Cassandra: With Sparks and Kelly gone we will have a
much harder time with those Arkamites if they decide
to come back.

Kurdin: *Stops all of a sudden* Wait a minute.

Cassandra: What?

Kurdin: Why did their weapons work and ours didn't?

Cassandra: Maybe theirs were losing power too. After
all, Sparks and Kelly are alive. How do we know that
their weapons were not set to kill?

Kurdin: True enough, but I'd like to know for sure.

Cassandra: Well, I'm ready to go here.

Kurdin: Let's roll.

OFF

=====
Lieutenant J.G.
Sparks, Colin M.(Human)
Assistant security chief
USS Destiny NCC-42691



Ouchie...   

ON:

Kelly:  Bloody hell..  I hate getting shot. 
 
NPC Nurse:  Happen often?
 
Kelly:  Often enough for me to realize that it's something that I should 
avoid doing on a regular basis.
 
Sparks:  They're still down there.
 
Kelly:  Yeah.  I just hope they can handle themselves without getting 
kicked around too much.
 
OFF:
Tag to anyone.
 
=/\= Lieutenant Jennifer "Jenn" Kelly =/\=
                Chief of Security
                   USS Destiny



Medevac  

ON:

[[Destiny Armory]]

Ensign Yellowshirt: Look, Ensign, I can't just give you five T-116
projectile rifles without authorization. I just can't!

Wallace: Have it your way. Look over there for about five minutes.

Yellowshirt: Sorry, I can't do that.

Wallace: *sighing* Okay, let's play it your way. +Wallace to Kelly+

Kelly: +Kelly here. What can I do for you?+

Wallace: +I need to get back down to the surface, and if what you said
about the energy drain was true, then I need something that the Old Ones
can't drain.+

Kelly: +The T-116's.+

Wallace: +Bingo.+

Kelly: +Well, why are you asking me? I'm sitting on a medbed in sickbay.+

Wallace: +You're chief of security, and this ensign here won't let me near
the artillery without your ok.+

Kelly: +Well, you've got it. Get those weapons down to the team, and take
some of my boys with you if you can.+

Wallace: +Roger that. You know, when this is all over, I might just put in
for a transfer to Security. You guys have more fun *grinning*+

Kelly: +*Chuckling* You just do that, Ensign, and we'll see what happens.
Kyja may not want to let you go.+

Wallace: +We'll talk later. Right now I"ve got an armful of rifles and
ammo, and I've got a plane to catch. Wallace out.+

[[Shuttlebay]]

Donnelly: Took ye long enough.

Wallace: Had a little misunderstanding with the armory officer. We worked
it out, though.

Donnelly: Good. Load it up in th' ship, and we're gone.

Wallace: Roger that, boss. *loading the weaponry into the shuttle's crew
compartment* We gotta wait for a few minutes, though. Kelly's gonna try to
send some heavy hitters along for the ride.

Donnelly: Some of her security goons, eh?

Wallace: I prefer to think of them as professional pacifiers, myself.
They're good at what they do, and I respect that. Besides, it's fun to
crack a few heads every now and again.

Donnelly: *grinning* Every now and again, sometimes.

OFF:

If it's okay to bring some of the security guys (NPC's or no), then send 'em
on in. My plan is thus: the shuttle's going back in to get our people out
and/or sort out the Old Ones. Consider yerselves tagged.

Ensign John Wallace
TAC, USS Destiny



Close Encounters  

ON:

* While for some the dome shield falling was an occasion for panic, for
others it was an opportunity to indulge in their baser instincts. While
some prayed for a miraculous salvation from the unnamable terrors that
had been contained a half world away, others preyed on their fellows.
Looting and thuggery were everywhere in the cities and towns of Arkham.
If there was to be no tomorrow and everything was to be lost, then
nothing would be lost by answering the calls of desires best left
suppressed. *

* And for still others, it was a time to respond to the calls of duty.
One such group gathers, equipment and ordinance at the ready. *

[[Flyer approaching the South Polar region of Arkham]]

* The Flyer holds a squadron of Arkhamite heavily armored infantry; foot
soldiers like those who have carried the weight of combat on every planet
in every time. These are wearing light weight body armor and a large
assortment of projectile and beam weapons. Their Captain stands between
the rows of soldiers and surveys them. He nods. *

Captain Deadmeat (NPC) : Boys and girls. This is where we get to show
those pantywaist civilians just why they keep us around. We do not know
the precise nature of the enemy. We do not know his numbers and
capabilities. But we do know that hundreds of years ago, our ancestors
beat these things back without using any of the sophisticated equipment
you folks take for granted. Question, Private?

Private Redshirt: I'd like to know when we get to have a close encounter
with the bugs. I've got a powerful urge to introduce one to the Mark V,
sir.

Captain: You'll get your chance soon enough. This is where we are drawing
the line. Our job is to hold them on the land. If they get past us and
actually get into the water then they'll be whole orders of magnitude
harder to detect and wipe out.

Female Private: That's just because you have to rely on the Navy types.
Sir.

Private Redshirt: Yeah. Every knows the Navy couldn't find their own
heads with both hands if they didn't have a checklist and a user's
manual. Sir.

Captain Deadmeat: That's enough. You better hope the Navy can shoot
better than that, cause they're going to be providing support for us.
Them and the Starfleet types. * The Flyer comes down with a jolt. Much
harder than usual and several of the soldiers are cursing. The Captain
quickly regains his feet. He slams a large red button with one hand that
causes a vehicle sized hatch in the side of the flyer. As the hatch
opens, he turns one last time to his troops. * Remember. Our great great
great great grand-daddies beat these things and they had no more idea
what they were fighting than we do.

Private Redshirt: Sir. It probably looked a lot like that.

* The Captain turns instantly but there is no time to do anything but
stare. The Shoggoth moves with amazing speed extending a portion of its
body into the flyer and wrapping the dark blue protoplasmic extension
around the Captain. A heartbeat later and the Captain is pulled out the
hatchway. The soldiers, stunned for only a second, follow and open fire
on the rolling mass. High in the air above them, the extension around the
Captain resolves itself into a group of individual tentacles, each
pulling a separate direction on the Captain. His body resists for a
moment, and were it not for the variety of weaponry being fired, the
soldiers might have heard the snapping of bones, the tearing of muscles
and sinews as the Shoggoth pulled the Captain into a dozen separate
pieces. *

Female Private: Eat this, you bastard!! * She opens fire on the
shoggoth.*

[[Bridge - Destiny]]

Rioschi: I'm detecting over 100 separate lifeforms all heading directly
for the breach in the shield.

Skimmel: Can you read our people?

Rioschi: Yes sir. The shuttle is flying low toward the mountain. I
presume Donnelly is moving to pick up the others. There is still enough
interference from the remaining portions of the forcefield to preclude a
transporter lock.

Skimmel: The life-forms.

Valen: The lurking horrors.

Skimmel: What was that?

Valen: The color out of space. The creeping nightmares. The mad ravings
of lunatics.

Skimmel: Well that is helpful.

Valen: We will all die. This is the end. Our-

Skimmel: Lt. Allworth to the bridge. I have a patient for you.

Rioschi: Not much detail about the creatures. Irregularly shaped and
sized. Average mass: 34 metric tons. Greatest length 50 meters.

Skimmel: The ... thoughts... I got from Cassandra indicated something
smaller and better defined. Are they sentient?

Rioschi: Insufficient information to determine the level of sentience.

Skimmel: Speculate then.

Rioschi: Based on the reports we've gotten from our science team on the
surface- The shield was sabotaged. That requires considerable
intelligence.

Teal: Captain. I have the Prime Minister on channel 1.

Skimmel: Put him on the main screen. * Standing from his chair and
straightening his tunic. * Prime Minister. I am Captain Skimmel of the
USS Destiny. How may I be of assistance to you?

Prime Minister: // Captain Skimmel. Commander Liri has lead me to
understand that you have great fire power on board your ship. //

Skimmel: That is true. However, we are not here on a hostile mission-

Prime Minister: //Whatever your original mission, the situation has
changed. We want you to use your weapons to destroy the creatures. //

Skimmel: Prime Minister. The Federation respects all sentient life forms.
We can not simply wipe out a species without good cause.

Prime Minister: // Good cause? Good Lords, man. Without intervention,
those creatures will kill billions of my people. Isn't that cause enough?
//

Skimmel: I know how it must seem to you. We will do what we can without
violating our basic principles.

Prime Minister: // I hope your 'principles' don't require the deaths of
countless innocents. //

Skimmel: That is my hope as well. Prime Minister. I would like to ask a
question.

Prime Minister: // If it will help...//

Skimmel: The shield was erected some five hundred years ago.

Prime Minister: // Yes. //

Skimmel: How did your ancestors get the creatures into the shield in the
first place?

Prime Minister: // I don't know and frankly I don't see the relevence.
Arkham out.//

* And the screen goes blank. *

Rioschi: What are we going to do?

Skimmel: Do you have a good enough fix on the creatures for targeting?

Rioschi: Yes.

Skimmel: Set the ship's phasers to stun.

Rioschi: Stun doesn't seem to be one of the standard settings on the fire
control console.

Skimmel: Minimum power. We'll step it up until we find the right setting.

Teal: Firing coordinates locked in.

Skimmel: Fire.

[[Arkham - South Polar Region]]

* The troops have managed to beat back one of the Shoggoths but others
are approaching. The troops are occupying what appears to be a defensible
position. *

Female Private: * Scanning the scene using a set device remarkably like
binoculars. * More bad guys coming.

Lieutenant Helpless (NPC): Where?

Female Private: The ridge to the east three klicks. Different flavor and
these guys are packing.

Lieutenant: What type?

Female Private: These guys seem to be black cacti with tentacles and
wearing oversized starfish for hats, sir.

Lieutenant: The weapons, private. The weapons.

Female Private: It doesn't look like anything I've ever seen.

Lieutenant: Then what makes you think it's a weapon?

Female Private: I suspected they weren't hauling an oversized magic wand
in this environment. And they're aiming it this way.

Lieutenant: Down! Down! Everybody down!!

* The shoggoth raised itself to nearly full body length as it approached
their position. At that instant, the Old Ones fired their weapon. The
beam, looking as much like a lightning bolt as anything, crossed the
intervening space instantly and squarely hit the shoggoth. It stopped
moving immediately and began to shift shape and colors rapidly. A
heartbeat later, the shoggoth exploded showering the soldiers with
fragments of protoplasmic goo. *

Private Redshirt: What the blue blazes was that?

Lieutenant: High powered particle beam weapon. Artificial lightning. Who
knows? Lucky for us that thing got in the way.

Private Redshirt: The new bad guys are terrible shots.

Female Private: Or great ones.

OFF:

OOG/OOC: Given the hazards that would come with a failure of Cassandra's
exosuit, death, instant insanity, etc, it is safe to assume that it is
probably the most sophisticated bit of hardware we have at our disposal
and far more reliable than anything we would even consider carrying a
spare of. Accordingly, Cassandra will be less affected by the local
environment than anything we've got. Of course, the exosuit is also not
designed for this environment so we would expect some problems to crop up
that will be dealt with when the mission is over... probably by Michaels
who can become something unaffected by the sight of an unshielded
Medusan. Cassandra may choose the difficulties she will have and we will
respect those choices.

=/\= Captain David Skimmel =/\=
Commanding Officer, USS Destiny



Planet Departure 

[[Arkham, Polar Zone]] 
 
On: 
 
*Suvock came out of his meditative state feeling better but still 
cold. Looking around he realised that he was wrapped in blankets and 
noted that Ensign Dre was nearby.* 
 
Suvock: Where is everyone Ensign? 
 
Dre: Sparks returned to the ship and Kurden and Cassandra left to 
look for the Admiral. 
 
Suvock: They are aware of the creatures in there? 
 
Dre: Yes they are.....How are you felling? 
 
Suvock: The healing appears to be a success, However I am still quite 
cold. 
 
*As the two of them were talking a noice could be heard over the 
whistling winds.* 
 
Dre: What could that be? 
 
*Suvock listens intently and looks toward the low clouds overhead.* 
 
Suvock: That sound would be the engines of a federation shuttle. 
 
Dre: Are you sure? 
 
Suvock: I am an engineer. I am quite familiar with that sound. 
 
*Then the shuttle came down through the clouds near their location. 
The shuttle made a wide turn and then landed near their camp. As the 
shuttle door opens Suvock notes several security men disembark. From 
behind Suvock, Vazsaya walks up.* 
 
Vazsaya: Rescue team huh? 
 
Suvock: Indeed. 
 
Wallace: *Exiting the shuttle* Who would like to get off of this 
iceberg? 
 
Suvock: I believe your question is in error. I have not seen an 
iceberg since my arrival here. 
 
Wallace: It was a joke sir. 
 
Suvock: Ah!...Humor is a difficult concept. 
 
Dre: I for one am ready to go. 
 
Vazsaya: I would like to stay and see if I can help here. 
 
Suvock: *Raised eyebrow* You will board the shuttle Ensign. No 
argument this time. 
 
Vazsaya: *reluctantly* Yes sir. 
 
Donnely: *Looking out* Whoever is coming better do so quickly before 
something else happens. 
 
Suvock: Agreed. 
 
Dre: What about Kurdin and Cassandra? 
 
Vazsaya: They are trying to find the Admiral and the others. 
 
Donnelly: No time to wait for them this trip. Let's roll. 
 
*They all board the shuttle and Suvock takes a seat in the back and 
watches the rest board and the door closes. As the shuttle lifts off 
and is safely back into space, Suvock could feel the warmth of the 
inside of the shuttle and it was a welcome feeling.* 
 
Off: 
 
Lt. Commander Suvock 
Engineering Officer 
Formerly attached to Admiral Zark's yacht 
 


blink, blink-IDEA!  

Sir:

I wanted to get your thoughts on this before I post
it. Not to take credit for the good stuff, but I
thought it was time to get things rolling. After all,
I doubt the TR-116's will do too much.

ON

[[Sickbay]]

Sparks: What was all that about?

Kelly: Wallace is playin' soldier.

Sparks: really?

Kelly: Yeah, but the problem is that he's really not
too bad at it. Anyway, he wanted to take a few of the
TR-116's down with him, but the armoury officer was
giving him a hard time. I fixed it.

Sparks: Oh.

Kelly: They're on their way now.

Sparks:Guess so.

Kelly: *Looks around the sickbay, as that's all she
can do, and watches the activity. Ensign Esteves was
in getting a hyperextension of the knee looked at,
which would kill his holo-football for a few days.
Midshipman Tuttle was getting a piece of wood cut from
his forearm, which convinced him to never again remove
the safety protocols when playing war. The nurse was
using a laser scalpel.* ~Geez, that must feel hot on
the ski...~ That's it!

Sparks: What's wrong, boss?

Kelly: The laser scalpel.

Sparks: What about it?

Kelly: Well, if the phasers won't get these guys,
maybe we can get them with the laser scalpels. They
generate more heat than the phasers do.

Sparks: Yeah, but didn't somebody mention tritanium or
something as an outer skin that there suckers have?
That would make things difficult.

Kelly: Maybe, but it's worth a try, don't you think?

Sparks: Do you know how close we'd have to come to
those things to do any real damage? I don't know about
you, boss, but I don't plan on getting that close to
anything down there, and you can't make me.

Kelly: Wanna bet?

Sparks: I was afraid you would say that. You know I
always lose these bets.

Kelly: *Smiling* I know. Aw c'mon, Sparks! You know
you wanna try it. You're like me, you never turn down
a challenge. The more difficult, the more fun.

Sparks: Fun she calls it. The real problem is that
you're right. I love a challenge. Besides, I owe them
one.

Kelly: We both do, and this is only a last resort
idea. If all else fails, we do this. I don't like the
idea of getting this close either, but, we've got to
do what we've got to do. I have to discuss this with
the Captain first, then we get as many of those
scalpels as med can spare. Then we go.

OFF

=====
Lieutenant J.G.
Sparks, Colin M.(Human)
Assistant security chief
USS Destiny NCC-42691



Cleaning up the mess  

On

Dre: Were defenceless. If we come up against those
things we don't stand a chance. And if not them,
night is falling there will be a severe drop in
temperature-

Kurdin: Back up will come shortly they won't leave us
here

* U'nela followed the remainder of the away team, she
tailed back glancing over her shoulder every now and
again too makes sure they weren't being followed *

Cassandra: Were not too far now

* They made their way down the corridor *

Jazz: * scanning for any life signs Admiral or other
wise * I'm picking something up * Shakes the tricorder
in a futile attempt to get some more juice out of it.
It dies * Dam, it gone dead

Kurdin: Could you make out what it was?

Jazz: No.

Off

Tag

==/\==
Ensign U'nela Dre (Trill)
Head Nurse. USS Destiny



Woohoo, Sparky! [redo]   

OFF:  I'll be more careful with readin' next time... my bad.  :-)  
Here's a modified version that features more accurate info.
 
ON:

Sparks:  Lieutenant, You should donate your brain to science. *grins*
 
Kelly:  *raises an eyebrow*  I think I'll take that as a compliment.  
Mixing my experience with the medical field with the fun of being a 
security officer.  Definitely one of the best things I've ever done.  
Lasers would in theory cut their hard metal skin open like a hot knife 
through butter... with possibly a little more resistance.  *taps her 
communicator*  +Kelly to Skimmel, I came up with an interesting idea concerning 
combating the creatures that attacked us.+
 
Skimmel: +Really?  Let's here it, Lieutenant.+
 
Kelly:  +Laser scalpels.  They're designed for concentrated heat... 
it'd be just like cutting metal, which seems to be a component of their skin.+
 
Skimmel:  +Interesting...+

Kelly:  +With your permission sir, Lieutenant Sparks and I would like to go 
back down to the planet to see what we can do.+
 
OFF:

Tag to the Captain!
 
=/\= Lieutenant Jennifer "Jenn" Kelly =/\=
                 Chief of Security
                    USS Destiny
 


Under Fire  

ON

[[Arkham. Generator room. Core room 2]]

Harper: *looks up as she sees the shimmer of turquoise light as Venka
materialises* good you'll here.

Venka: Of course you did ask for me, it is only logical that I am here.

Harper: * slight grin on her face * Yes of course.

Venka: Now what shall we do?

Harper: * gesturing for Venka too follow her toward the shaft lift * First
we'll go to core room 3. Oh! First take a look at this * She shows Venka
her tricorder with the old ones bio reading *

Venka: *studies the tricorder with the old ones bio reading* this
is...interesting.

Harper: True. But we have to stop the power drain, from what I am getting
it seems to be draining all power from everything with a power cell.

Venka: Understood, shall we proceed?

Harper: Of course, follow me.

[[Sometime later. Core room 3]]

Harper: This way.

Venka: *follows, then comes upon the main power drain* so this is our big
problem here?

Harper: Yep that be it. *Grins slightly despite the problem*

Venka: hmm, so this is draining all power from everything with a power
cell, so have any opinions on how we shall precede Lt?

Harper: Well-From what I'm getting here * Going over the panel with a
tricorder the two old ones were working at * they were trying to break the
fractural encryption code I placed into the systems. They probably
thought they would have more of a chance in breaking it from the source it
came from.

Venka: They we unsuccessful-

Harper: * nods * so we had better get in there quick and stop the drain

* The two women set to work. Johansen with the core engineers and Jual
were almost finished with the generators *

Harper: I've isolated the source. * Looking toward Venka * Begin shut
down procedure

Venka: Already on my way. Shutting down procedure in progress.

* Venka started working on shutting down the old one's siphon. Harper
started to walk toward Johansen, but abruptly stopped by a bolt of energy
just missing her. Johansen immediately pulled his phaser and fired, it
didn't even tickle the Arkhamite's running toward them. Four in all *

Arkhamite: STOP! You must not interfere with the master's plan * Lifts his
weapon and fires *

Harper: VENKA TAKE COVER * A phaser blast just misses Venka *

Venka: *dodges quickly out of the way, the blast just barely hitting her.
She looks up with a little shock on her face, but quickly changes
regaining her Vulcan posture. Noticing phasers can't harm them she quickly
crawls over to Harper* WE must find a way to stop them; they are delirious
and will do anything for their master's plan.

Harper: Yea true, but I don't think talking to him would do any
good...*she says looking over at the arkhamite*

Venka: Perhaps not. Should we alert someone, or are our communicators
still not working?

Harper: Not from here, too much interference.

Arkhamite: You are messing with the master's plan, you shall not do this,
it is written in the prophecy! *His eyes turn to anger and he walks over
to Harper and Venka* you cannot fight me.

Harper: Oh, I don't know about that * Harper takes a defensive Klingon
stance, and readies herself. The Arkhamites fire again, Vicki doges the
blasts, as does Johansen who is being attacked. Every muscle in her body
tenses with the anticipation of the attack, she very rarely used her
skills this side of the holo deck, the Arkhamite seeing her ready for a
fight pull's out a long knife and rushes toward her. The movement
prompted Vicki to raise her arms, blocking the stabbing blow, which was
intended for her chest. She spun and delivered a horizontal strike to her
attackers throat making him collapse to the floor chocking. She disarmed
him taking the knife. Another movement from her left sent Vicki into a
squatting position to avoid another blast from a weapon. Her eyes closed
and without moving her torso, Vicki flipped the knife, reversed her grip
and threw the blade behind her. It was after she heard the satisfying thud
of the blade pass through the attacker's leg, he slumped to the floor in
pain, and then she opened her eyes. * I'm so sorry * she said to the
Arkhamite. A guilty sentiment coursed threw her body she never liked the
thought of hurting anyone *

Arkhamite: * gripping his leg where the knife was protruding from* you
will be when our masters come-

Harper: * Looked over to Johansen. He was lightly wounded but fine other
wise. The Arkhamite who had attacked him lay unconscious on the floor
blood everywhere. She looked back to the Arkhamite on the floor he has his
weapon ready and pointing at Venka * NO. * She leapt on him to disarm him.
His blaster went off-*

Venka: * Venka rolls onto the floor, her knees tucked under her so the
blast wont hit her, but some of it hits her back, but not enough just
enough to put a little bruise on her backside. She manages to get up and
runs over to where Harper is with the arkhamite* Thank you Miss Harper.
*She says and quickly finds some rope and ties up the arkhamite tightly so
he wont get away, she hopes* ok lets get what we was doing out of the way
before anyone else tries to stop us. *She says holding onto her back*

Harper: Venka what's happened?

Venka: Nothing sickbay can fix when this is all over, for now it will be
fine. Lets get going on shutting down the procedures.

* No one had noticed that Jual and the other engineers had ran out in the
confusion, several of the engineers has taken a hit in the short attach.
They made their way to the shaft lift and left *

Harper: Johansen, tie up the others, and see if you can do anything with
his wound

* Venka and Harper set to work- *

Venka: that's it-

Harper: Full power will be restored in 18 hours; the shields wont come
back on line till then

Venka: * Looking over toward the tied up Arkhamites * I guesstimate there
will be more cult followers

Harper: Of that I have no doubt. And it won't be long before the old ones
realise their power supply has been cut off * gesturing toward the
Arkhamites * Lets get them to the shaft lift-Hey when did Jual leave

Johansen: Must have run out in the confusion.

Harper: Lets move, we don't know how much time we have before more arrive.
Johansen see if you can set up a force field of some sort, if any one
else gets down here I don't want them getting threw. Venka-assist Johansen
with the force field

Johansen / Venka: Aye-

* Venka and Harper, with Johansen's help put the Arkhamites in the lift *

[[Core room 2]]

Engineer (NPC): * Looking at Jual * Sir, what shall we do we cant leave
them there

Jual (NPC): Find a way to contact their ship tell them what has happened
here. ~ I can't believe it was our own people-working with those demons~
and see if you can get in contact with our government as well-

[[Moments later]]

Engineer: Sir I have contacted the Destiny

[[Bridge. Destiny]]

Teal: Sir. Incoming message audio only. There is a lot of interference.
It's from a Dr Jual from the primary generator

Skimmel: Put it on speakers. Yes Dr can we help you

Jual: * Blasts can be heard in the back ground * //Captain Skimmel, we are
under attack * hisses * Officers down * hiss * need assistance * Message
goes dead *

Skimmel: Can you raise them again Mr teal

Teal: * Going over his workstation * No. Their transmitter array must be
damaged

[[At the same time in Core Room 2]]

Engineer: Were under attack. We've lost contact with the Destiny * A blast
from behind and the young engineer he receives a blow, and he collapses
across the instrument panel, head bleeding.

* The shaft lift doors open, and Harper steps out into a gunfight. Four
unconscious Arkhamites behind her *

Harper: * a blast hits the side of the door, Vicki ducks * that wasn't
very nice-* She glances around the room. There were more engineers that
cult followers, but the engineers weren't armed and most of them had been
either shot or held in a room at the side * ~ Out gunned ~ * reaching for
her com badge * //Harper to Destiny//

Teal: Incoming transmission. Sir it's Harper

Skimmel: On speaker. // What is the situation down there Lt//

Harper: // Sir the Primary generator has been captured by Cultist, who
wish to destroy the shielding. Venka and I have managed to stop the drain,
full power should return in 17 hours. The shielding will come back on line
then //

* An Arkhamite sees her and walking stealthfully up to her points his
weapon at her head before she realises he is there *

Arkhamite cultist: Give me that now * Takes her COM badge, Circles her
checking over for weapons sees his unconscious comrades * you did this.

Harper: * Says nothing. But waits for him to drop is guard a little.
Which he soon does. Crouching a little she elbows him in the stomach and
back fists him in the face. Winded he falls forward she grabs his weapon.
Only to be meet with a sharp blow from a blast which hits her on the
shoulder. She falls forward hitting her head on a workstation *

Skimmel: //Lt Harper report // * silence *

OFF

Tag-help would be nice

A joint post by

=/\= Lt. jg Victoria Harper=/\=
Acting Chief Science Officer. USS Destiny

&

Lieutenant J/G Venka.
Science Department.
USS Destiny.



Under Fire  

ON:

Venka:*runs over toward Harper seeing her fall onto the table,hitting her
head. She grabs ahold of her unconscious body,and carries her over toward
where her and Johanson are* she's been knocked out. Lets see if I can
contact Captain Skimmel with her communicator.

Johanson:worth a shot,hopefully no arkhamites wont be coming after us..for
right now.

Venka:Yes. *calls out for Skimmel* Captain Skimmel this is Lieutenant
Junior grade Venka,do you respond?.

*suddenly about three arkahmites run in,their hands in fist as they look
to fight* you are destroying us all! you demons must die!!

Johanson:Not before you! *grabs a long hard stick and runs after one of
the arkhamites with it,hitting him on the head hard*

Venka:.great...captain are you there? *feels an arkhamite near,and ducks
just before he punches her hard. She skids to the floor,lifting her foot up
in time,slamming it against the arkahmites stomach*

OFF:

Lieutenant J/G Venka.
Science Department.
USSDestiny



Renaissance  

ON:

[[Arkham, Polar Zone]]

*Jazz, Kurdin, Cassandra, and Dre had started moving
again. They had no way to know which way they were
going now, the wind gusts were stirring up a
tremendous amount of snow from the ground that cut
visibility down to about 50 meters maximum. Cassandra
was leading the way as the only one to be able to
navigate, much less walk in a straight line in this
mess.*

Jazz: Cassandra, even if the Admiral, the First
Councillor, and the rest of their party are dead,
we're still required to bring back the bodies for
proper rights and ceremonies.

Cassandra: Understood... we're nearly there.

*Kurdin looked around, the wind was howling but on top
of that, he heard a strange whistling. Something was
wrong, he felt it in his gut, but he had no way to be
sure. About two minutes later, they stood in front of
a large cylindrical structure, not very tall, but very
large in diameter.*

Jazz: Is this it?

Cassandra: This is the structure, yes.

Jazz: Then in we go.

*Kurdin then realized the gut instinct he was having.
It was the same one he had on Earth during his last
trip to Siberia, a wolf pack had been spotted in the
area of his hunting blind. He was just exiting it
when he had the same feeling, it was then that he saw
one of the wolves on top of his blind, he tried to
dive back in the blind but the wolf came down and got
a bite on his jacket, it resisted him all the way in.
The rest of the pack quickly joined in, and had it not
been for his father, in a hunting blind not far away,
with his steady hand and perfect aim, Ivan would've
been mauled pretty badly if not killed. He had come
out with only a few minor scratches and bruises. This
situation was different, there was no experienced
father to watch over him, there was no safety, no
comfort.*

Kurdin: *he barely got it out* Jazz... *they stepped
through a tall door and then they heard a loud
whistled chirp, and saw one of the residents of the
planet behind them, trapping them inside* RUN!!!!

*they all leapt off the ground and were moving at a
full spring down the corridor in a matter of seconds*

Jazz: *firing a few shots as she ran over her
shoulder*
Try to shoot at it... maybe we'll scare it off!

OFF:

=====
Patrick " HORNET" McGlone



The Awakening & The Battle  

ON:

*she woke up, and looked around groggily...still in sickbay...she
must've just woken up...she vaugley remembered them ijectingehr with
soemthing....the guy who'd broght her in...Pasquelli...was over in
the corner...*

Liri: *to a passing nurse* I need a comm console...now!

Nurse(NPC): *taken aback* ma'am...you jsut got out of surgery. You've
lost a substantial amount of blood and your left arm and shoulder are
immoblizied...you're not going anywhere.

Liri: *annoyed* Did I say I was? No. I asked for a _comm console_!

Nurse: You need rest...you're in no condition to...

Liri: *sarcastically* To what? Lay here and consult with someone over
a _commlink_....?

[[Meanwhile...]]

*Snow...and monsters. And the Arhmaite team (with Carver along),
crouched int hesnow, by the smouldering remains of what had once been
theri enemy...wondering about the enemy who had slain their enemy...*

Leihi: I've never heard of _those_ before...

Carver: ~~Damn...even the &$@)(&$ _kid_ has an advantage over me
here...if half the stuff she aid about herself wa ture--which it
probably was, or soemone would've corrected her--that means she's
done this kidna stuff before...!!!~~

Leihi: ...but somehow, I don't think I'd like to meet one...anytime
soon...

OFF: Tag to the medical staff, or whoever wishes to play the poor
nurse...! ;) Also, tag to Carver...(since he specificallyr equested a
tag from me, via my YM...!) ;)



Under Fire  

Oh ok its just when I was reading I didnt see it anywhere that me and
Johansen left you,so sorry. I will rewrite that.

ON:

[[core room 3]]

*Venka and Johansen are waiting for any signs of Miss harper,noticing
none,venka decides to go check on her to make sure nothing happened,no

telling where these arkhamites might be at now*

Venka:Make sure everything is fine here,and no one touches it. I will be
back soon,going to check on Miss Harper.

Johansen:Of course.

[[Core room 2]]

Venka:*enters and see's arkahmites laying all over the floor. She walks
over to where Harper is knocked out.* alright lets check you out *she says
feeling of her pulse,she's still alive. She picks her up and carries her
somewhere softer where she can lie down,if there is such a place as here*

OFF:

I hope I did the right thing,if not...

Lieutenant J/G Venka.
Science Department.
USSDestiny



The Shuttle Shuffle   

OFF:

Sorry to have been silent for so long - real life stuff has been
taking up WAY too much of my time! A special thanks to Wallace for
keeping Donnelly in the game.

ON:

[[Shuttle]]

*Donnelly's fingers move almost automatically over the shuttle's
controls as it clears the atmospheres. The swirling snowstorms are
barely visible below.*

Donnelly: I know you're no more comfortable leavin' the others down
there than I am, John.

Wallace: Hey, those were our orders. We can make another trip.

Donnelly: *Turns around in her seat* How're you-all doin' back there,
then?

Dre: I'll feel better when I can get them all to Sickbay and make
sure there's no damage from the cold.

Donnelly: A far cry from th' deserts of Vulcan, eh, Commander?

Suvock: Indeed, Lieutenant.

*The bright circle of Arkham shrinks against the black velvet of
space. Through the fore viewscreen, the gleaming shape of the Destiny
grows larger.*

Donnelly: The USS Destiny. Me own pride and joy, so she is. *she
opens a comm channel*

OFF:

I can't remember the name of the shuttle!

ON:

Donnelly: +Shuttle X to Destiny - we got a shipment o' frozen
officers aboard. Permission to dock?+

Rioschi:+ Bring her in, Moira. How'd it go? +

Donnelly: + We've got Dre and the Admiral's group. Kurdin, Cassandra,
and Harper's team are still planetside. +

Rioschi: +We'll have the Admiral's team beamed directly to Sickbay.
Destiny out. +

*The shuttle glides smoothly through the bay doors and touches down
on the deck. Suvock, Dre, and the others shimmer out of sight.*

Donnelly: Right, then. Let's get this thing turned round. What was it
they used to call rescue parties? the chivalry?

Wallace: *chuckles* Close. The cavalry.

Donnelly: Somethin' to do with horses. Any road, I thought maybe some
recalibration of the sensors could help us pick up the electronic
signature of Cassandra's exoskeleton.

Wallace: Worth a shot.

Donnelly: Okay! You take the wheel, then, an' I'll get to it.

OFF:

Back to the iceberg!

=/\=
Lt. Commander Moira Donnelly
Chief Engineer, USS Destiny



The Shuttle Shuffle  

OOG:

Glad to have you back, Moira. We've all missed ya!

ON:

[[Shuttlecraft]]

]Donnelly: Somethin' to do with horses. Any road, I thought maybe some
]recalibration of the sensors could help us pick up the electronic
]signature of Cassandra's exoskeleton.
]
]Wallace: Worth a shot.
]
]Donnelly: Okay! You take the wheel, then, an' I'll get to it.
]
Wallace: Sounds good. Looks like we're not getting any help from Security
on this trip, so we're just gonna have to go it alone. *wheels into the
pilot's seat* I haven't flown one of these things since the academy, you
know.

Donnelly: No time like th' present t' learn, na is there?

Wallace: *chuckling* Agreed. Let's roll, boss! *Taking the helm, he
guides the craft out of the docking bay and into orbit, taking it slowly
down through the atmosphere.* Computer. Transfer weapons controls to my
chair.

Donnelly: Can ye shoot and fly at the same time?

Wallace: Well, I was pretty good at Wing Commander 12 when I was a kid, you
know.

Donnelly: What?

Wallace: Simulation. Just tell me when you've locked onto Cassandra.

Donnelly: Will do, lad.

[[A few minutes later, over the Polar Zone]]

Donnelly: I got her! She's 76 klicks north-northwest of here.

Wallace: *banking the shuttlecraft* Roger that. I got her blip on the HUD
now. I'm picking up something else....Small arms fire! They're shooting at
something!

Donnelly: Let me take over flying, you concentrate on shooting!

Wallace: Roger that! *wheeling over to the TAC station as Donnelly slips
into the pilot's seat* Computer, transfer weapons systems to the TAC
station. *Grasping the targeting controls* Now let's see what these
bastards are made of.... *fires a blast of medium-strength phaser into the
nearest starfish-headed life form, knocking it down in front of the tunnel
entrance* Whoo hoo! Got 'im! *watching with awe as the creature lifts
itself upright again* Holy.... Moira, that thing just got right back up!

Donnelly: Ye're joking! What setting did ye have the phasers on?

Wallace: Medium. To Hell with that, I'm going to full strength. *fires as
Moira makes another pass over the battle scene* Yes! Direct hit! *Looks
through the targeting reticle at the prone form as it gets up, haltingly*
Loki's balls! That one's getting up too! What are these things?

Donnelly: *working furiously at the controls* Th' scans show that their
skin is a tritanium composite, so they mus' be ablating the phaser arrays.

Wallace: Great. We got photon torpedos on this rustbucket? Good. *fires
one at the staggering beast, scoring a direct hit and severing one of the
starfish tentacles* Got it! They can't ablate these, by Thor!

Donnelly: That's all well and good, John, but we dinna bring very many o'
those babies. We sacrificed to make room, remember?

Wallace: *nodding grimly* I remember. But that's okay, I'll make what we
have count. Just keep showing me targets. *aligning the reticle again, and
squeezing off another torp* Haha! Got another one!

Donnelly: Th' team seems to've taken refuge in that tunnel.

Wallace: The one that the baddies are trying to collapse?

Donnelly: Aye, that's th' one.

Wallace: Not a problem. We can blast the entrance open with the phasers
once we get rid of Mr. Starfish over there. *injuring another creature with
a torpedo* That'll look nice in my trophy room!

Donnelly: Cassandra hasn't moved, John. Either she's been buried in the
rubble, or the team has decided to stand still. Either way, they're inside
the tunnel.

Wallace: Just like the mines of Moria....I just hope they don't wake up the
Balrog.

Donnelly: The what?

Wallace: Old 20th-Century novel. I'll tell you later.

OFF:

TAG to the rescue (and currently being rescued) team. We got the outside
covered, though we may run out of torpedos before we run out of Old Ones.

Oh, and Merry Christmas, Hannukah, Yule, and all the other wintertime
holidays!

Ensign John Wallace
TAC, USS Destiny



The Awakening & The Battle  

I'll be the NPC Nurse, if you don't mind

On

[[Sickbay]]

Liri: *sarcastically* To what? Lay here and consult
with someone over a _commlink_....?

Nurse (NPC): If I get you one will you be quiet

* Liri just gives her a hard glare. Which seemed to
say don't ask stupid questions. She fetches the
much-requested commlink and passes it rather
reluctantly to Liri *

Nurse (NPC): Fifteen minutes * She said, rather
sternly * I will return for it then. You need rest,
your health is more important

Off

==/\==
Ensign U'nela Dre (Trill)
Head Nurse. USS Destiny

Posting as

Nurse(NPC)



A Sneior Officer & A Coherent Argument--In One Place!  

ON:

Liri: *stubbronly* Exactaly--which is why you're going to let me have
this thing for logner than that.

Nurse: *confused* Oh?

Liri: Yes. The health of you, me, and everyone on that planet may
depend on these calls!

Nurse: Commander...

Liri: I am in sickbay. I am in the bed. I am even laying down. To ask
anymroe is to be unreaonsable.

*The nurse, only an ensign, apparently fianlly gives in confronted
with both a logical argument and a senior officer in the same
place...Liri meanwhile gets on her commlink and calls the premier...*

Liri: ~~Finally...~~

*She had spoken no sooner than the nurse returned...*

OFF: Err...tag, I guess...!




An Irate Husband  

OFF:

Conley has been lonely... he's going to peek out of
his books now.

ON:

[[USS Destiny, Sickbay]]

*Conley had spent the past day exercising
sporadically, catching up on letters he had to write
and watching the news. When the Arkhamites had come
aboard, he had spotted them and decided to lay low.
He may have been trained to fight once but it wasn't
his job anymore, it turned out that most of them left
quickly anyway. He was just returning to his research
for his recent novel when a message came into his
computer. It was Lane Allworth, one of the medical
staff... and something about Kyja. He had calmly put
everything away and walked down to sickbay with no
rush, no worry, this was nothing new for him. Once he
arrived, Kyja was easily spotted, with a
communications center seemingly growing out of the
bed.*

Conley: Kyja... what do you think you're doing?

Liri: Working... I haven't finished with the Arkhamite
Premier yet.

Conley: Excuse me... haven't we had this talk before?
The one where I scold you for not following doctor's
orders and getting rest and you staunchly refusing to
listen and continuing to work?

Liri: *with an awkward smile on her face* Of course...
about once a month.

OFF:

Tag back!

PNPC Civilian Kevin Conley



The Ragged Edge  

ON:

Conely: *disbeliving* I don't see how you can be
so...cavalier...about your health...!

Liri: *getting annoyed* Oh? You mena like you used to be?

Conely: That was different....I had those nanites....

Liri: And I have a brain, belive it or not! I happen to know that
half the time, doctors try and restrict you more than they need to!

Conely: It's just caution...

Liri: Caution? You never took caution a day in your life...I don't
intend to start either. Diplomacy is like that, you know. You ride
the ragged edge of exhaustion, death, and dishonor for the slim hope
that you can somehow come out ahead and save the day. Kinda like your
job used to be, actually. I have to finish with the premeir. Then, I
will talk to you. Then, I will check in with the team, and then I
will sleep. I will sleep when I am tired--at _night_.

Conely: ~~Where did this woman come from, and what did they do with
my wife...?~~ Errr....didn't you used to be...younger?

Liri: *laughs, knowing that by 'younger', he refers to her past self,
the "ambassador's fair daughter"...* Some part of that died on that
stnad, msiter...when I faced the world I had run from, and beat them
at their own game...and realized not jsut intellectually but in
action that I was ready to give it all...not just on the battlefield
but in the political arena, if I had to...that I would pay any price
to uphold the duty I was sworn to do...

Conely: So...you still won't listen to the doctors, though?

Liri: Some things don't change...now, pass me that datapad, would
you....? The one with the proposals and such...?

[[Half An Hour Later]]

Conely: So. You done with the premier now...?

Liri: Yep...

Conely: Honsetly....maybe I should write a suspense/action
novel...about an _ambassador_!

Liri: *grins* Not a bad idea...

Conely: What happened down there?

Liri: An assination attempt...

Conely: Against _you_?

Liri: No..against the premeir. I sat on him and fired back at the
asasin until the council subdued the attacker...unfortuatly, hsi
weapon was on consdierably mroe than 'stun'...

Coenly: That's it...?

Liri: *sheepishly* Nope...then there's the part where I had to hold
the Arkhamite governmetn together for about and hour and a half after
that.

Conely: You're joking....you waited an _HOUR AND A HALF_ to seek
treatment??!?!?

Liri: *nods* If I hadn't, the planet down there might very well be in
civil war!

Conely: You could have died!

Liri: It's my job, dammit! How many _more_ people would ahve died in
a civil war on Arkham? A hundred? A thousand? A _million_?!?

Conely: ~~Damn...she had a point...~~ *sighs* I know...

Liri: *calls the nurse back over* How long until I can leave, by the
way...?

OFF: Heheh. Liri, changed and yet ever the same. Tag(s)!

=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO/Diplomat
USS Destiny



Move D'em Feet  

ON:

[[Arkham, Polar Zone]]

*Kurdin, Cassandra, Jazz, (and Dre???) had entered the
large structure. It was cylindrical, had a very large
diameter, but only a 20 meter height. It seemed like
a storage facility of some sort. The whistling had
grown very loud until a number of the starfish-heads
were closing in on them. They had taken refuge inside
the building while the runabout flew overhead, using
it's phasers and torpedoes to hold off the creatures.*

Jazz: What is this?

Cassandra: A storage facility. The Admiral, the First
Councillor, and the rest of their party are this way.
*she leads the way for about a minute* Here they
are...

*they round the corner, and their eyes set on the
frozen corpses of the admiral's group*

OFF:

=====
Patrick " HORNET" McGlone



Fully Recovered  

[[Sickbay]]

On:

*Suvock sat on the edge of the biobed as a med tech checked him over.*

Suvock: I believe I am completely healed. I would like to be released.

Med Tech:(NPC) I don't see any reason for keeping you any longer. You
may leave. You need to go see the Captain. He wants to speak with you
upon your release.

Suvock: Understood, I will report to him as soon as I leave.

*After having the computer show him the location of the bridge,
Suvock heads in that direction. After passing several crewmembers who
look at him strangely he reaches the turbolift and then on to the
bridge. Upon entering the bridge Suvock notes the bridge crew and
what he summised as Arkhamites.*

Suvock: *To Skimmel* Sir, Lt. Commander Suvock reporting as ordered
sir.

Off:
Tag Captain

Lt. Commander Suvock
Engineering Officer
(Formerly) Attached to Admiral Zark's yacht



Move D'em Feet   

ON:

[[ Old One's City ]]

* Kurdin steps forward and surveys the frozen bodies. Cassandra, Dre
move up and look at him. *

Cassandra: What's up?

Kurdin: It's amazing. The perfectly frozen.

Cassandra: Yeah. We failed. They're dead.

Kurdin: Technically yes. But it's only way we can
save them, theoretically.

Dre: What?

Kurdin: They didn't die from exposure. Had they been
left out, they would have died, no question.
But they've been deep frozen instantly. If I
can get them back to the ship, I may be able
to defrost them.

Dre: I should point out, that no one has ever

been successfully defrosted. The few who
have been brought back, died from internal
damage associated with the freezing.

Cassandra: Well, it is at least a possibility.

Kurdin: Exactly. It's the only option.

* Suddenly the mountain begins to rumble and shake violently. *

Cassandra: Well, whatever we're going to do, we've got
to do it fast.

Kurdin: Agreed.

OFF:

Tag

Ensign Cassandra
Navigator
USS Destiny



Blocks of Ice  

ON:

[[Arkham, Polar Zone Building]]

*Kurdin, Cassandra, Dre, and Jazz look at the
starfleet personnel on ice. Kurdin iss deep in
thought. He taps his commbadge*

Kurdin: Doctor Kurdin to Destiny... we've recovered
the objectives but they're on ice. I think I can
revive them but we need somewhere to store them until
the procedure can be done. Are there any cargo bays
that can be frozen?

OFF:

=====
Patrick " HORNET" McGlone



Blocks of Ice  

ON:

[[Arkham, Polar Zone]]

]Kurdin: Doctor Kurdin to Destiny... we've recovered
]the objectives but they're on ice. I think I can
]revive them but we need somewhere to store them until
]the procedure can be done. Are there any cargo bays
]that can be frozen?

Donnelly: Och, are ye hearin' this?

Wallace: Yeah, I hear it. Can the Destiny get through the shield to beam
them up?

Donnelly: Aye, Ah think so, but I don't know if they'll be able ta lock
onta individual crew members.

Wallace: *firing a torpedo and wounding another starfish* Then we'll just
have ta pick 'em up, now won't we?

Donnelly: Clear me a landin' strip, Ensign!

Wallace: Aye aye, skipper! *fires more torpedos, driving the starfish
creatures away from the building, then upon seeing the cleared landing path,
moving towards the rear cargo hatch with his TR-116*

Donnelly: *bringing the shuttle in low near the building* Open the hatch!

Wallace: Way ahead of you! *punching the release button, and watching the
ramp lower into the heavy snowfall.* I got dick for visibility down here,
so you're the eyes and ears! Where are they?

Donnelly: Ah'm not pickin' up any in the immediate viscinity, and our team
be almost to th' ramp.

Wallace: *peering through the scope of his rifle into the snowy gloom* I
see 'em! Hold 'er steady, boss, they're about 50 meters out!

***

Kurdin: *peering through the blizzard* I see the shuttle! Let's go!

Cassandra: The creatures have retreated!

Jazz: Then move! *Running full-tilt towards the shuttle with Kurdin, Dre
and Cassandra on her heels. In a few short seconds, the shuttlecraft's
visage becomes clear through the snow. The rear cargo ramp is open, and
Wallace's form becomes visible in the red light of the hold. He is
crouching behind a crate of supplies, his rifle trained on the opening.*

Wallace: *shouting* Get in here! Those bastards won't be pushed away for
long!

Jazz: *leaping onto the ramp and into the hold* Where are they?

Wallace: Ask Moira. She's got the helm, but I bet she could use some
relief.

Jazz: I'm just the person to do that. *goes up to the cockpit to take the
helm*

Dre: *leaping into the shuttlecraft with Kurdin* Let's be quick about
leaving, shall we?

Kurdin: Agreed. Good to see you again, John.

Wallace: You too, Ivan. Now get buckled up. With Jazz flying, it ought to
be a bumpy ride.

Cassandra: *leaping catlike into the hold* Go go go!

Wallace: *slamming the hatchway closure button* Jazz! Get us out of here!
*he turns to take his seat when a shudder rips through the shuttlecraft.
Everyone not belted into a seat is thrown to the floor by the shock. Eyes
turn to the hatchway, where a dark tentacle is blocking the hatch and
gripping one of the hydraulic supports.*

Cassandra: The Old Ones!

Jazz: I can't get velocity with that thing holding on!

Wallace: *groping for his rifle as the shuttle bucks and shakes* Alright,
you sonofabitch, I got somethin' for ya! *he flips the selector switch to
full-auto and fires a long burst into the tentacle. Dark ichor seeps from
the wounds, but the tough skin of the Old Ones absorbed most of the energy
from the rounds. Seeing the ineffectiveness of his weapon, he begins to
load the grenade launcher with a high-explosive round. Suddenly, the
shuttle lurches violently and the weapon is wrenched from his hand, landing
hard on the deck and discharging the last round in the magazine. The
tritanium projectile speeds across the hold, deflecting off the interior
panelling and ricocheting around until it finally lodges in a crate of
medical supplies.*

Kurdin: *seeing a spray of crimson inside the hold as he finds the rifle
laying in his lap. He quickly closes the breech of the grenade launcher,
slides across the loading ramp and sticks the weapon out through the gap.*
Dasvadanya, tovarisch! *the thump of the grenade launcher being fired is
quickly overpowered by the roar of the creature as the high explosive severs
the tentacle, dropping the Old One to the planetary surface and allowing the
hatchway to close. The shuddering stops and Jazz is finally able to achieve
escape velocity.*

Cassandra: Well....that was close.

Kurdin: Agreed. *searching the crew members for injury* Who got hit?

Dre: Hit?

Kurdin: *pointing to the blood spray* That round hit someone. *looking
around the room* Dre...Cassandra...Wallace?

Wallace: *weakly* It's only a flesh wound.

Kurdin: *looking over the inch-wide hole in his abdomen, uttering a curse
in Russian* +Kurdin to Destiny. Three to beam directly to sickbay.
Myself, Nurse Dre and Ensign Wallace.+ *the three shimmer and disappear,
leaving Cassandra, Jazz and Donnelly alone on the shuttle*

OFF:

TAG to the medical staff.

Ensign John Wallace
TAC, USS Destiny



Flesh Wound  

ON:

[[Destiny, Sickbay]]

*Kurdin, Dre, and Wallace materialize. Wallace is
lying on the ground, putting pressure on his abdomen

as Kurdin and Dre scramble out of some of their
cold-weather gear so they can move somewhat normally.
During this time, two orderlies lift Wallace onto a
biobed and cut open his cold-weather gear to reveal
the bare skin and the entrance wound.*

Kurdin: *removing the last of his oilskin-garb,
revealing his modern thermal bodysuit* Remove his
shirt entirely and see if there's an exit wound.

*the orderlies work fast and have Wallace shirtless in
moments, he's turning pale from the bloodloss*

Kurdin: Dre, give him a blood infusion. And run a
saline drip. *he grabs a tricorder from a nearby
nurse and scans Wallace* The shot passed by all your
vital organs, it grazed your kidney though...

Dre: What anesthetic should I use Doctor?

Kurdin: No anesthetic just yet... give him 5 cc's of
Melorazine (trauma painkiller).

Orderly #1: We've found the exit wound sir...

Kurdin: Let me see... *bends down next to Wallace as
the orderlies turn him so the exit wound is visible*
Get Doctor Carter over here... I need another pair of
hands.

Kurdin: Miss Harding... inject Mr. Wallace with 10
cc's of inaprovaline and 1 cc of cradanine.

OFF:

Tag Carter, Wallace, Dre



more owies on deck  

ON

Kurdin: Let me see... *bends down next to Wallace as
the orderlies turn him so the exit wound is visible*
Get Doctor Carter over here... I need another pair
of hands.

Kurdin: Miss Harding... inject Mr. Wallace with 10
cc's of inaprovaline and 1 cc of cradanine.

Sparks: *from his biobed* Hey, guys, what's up?

Kurdin: What the hell do you think? He got hit. No
thanks to you guys.

Sparks: Oh, yeah, like we had a choice.

Kurdin: You're right, Sparks, I'm sorry. It's just
that this mission is turning to shit. I didn't mean to
imply that you didn't do your job.

Sparks: Well, why the hell didn't you take more
security officers with you? You could have.

OFF

Yeah, why didn't you guys do that? NPC's...

ON

Kurdin: We didn't have time. Where the hell is doctor
carter?

NPC Nurse: On the way sir!

Kurdin: I need that blood set up now! Come on, people,
now! Like it already happened! Let's go!

Kelly: Did you find the Admiral?

Kurdin: What's left of him. We have to go back for him
if Destiny can't beam him up.

Kelly: Great. Well, at least we got two survivors from
the planet. And you guys are all alive. *Turning to
Sparks* Wallace will be fine.

Sparks: Oh good, because if he died, I would really
miss all the smartass comments and annoying nuances he
always came up with that really pissed me off.

Wallace: *Through gritting teeth* I'll get you Later
Sparks!

Sparks: That's a promise, my friend. Hang tough.

Kelly: I bet he got a few of the things down there
before they got him.

Sparks: Surely. I wonder what it took.

Kelly: A lot. I wonder if they used our idea.

Sparks: I don't think so. But then, what's the
effective range of a laser scalpel?

Kurdin: *Breaking in* About eight to twelve inches,
tops. What are you guys talking about?

Kelly; Well, we were doing some thinking, and we
figured, based on the scans, that a laser scalpel
could cut through the metal skins these things seem to
have.

Kurdin: And you didn't share this, why?

Kelly: We were in kind of a bad position to get to a
comms unit of any kind to transmit the idea to you,
lieutenant.

Kurdin: Good point. And good idea. Very good idea.
Good thinking, guys.

Kelly: Thanks.*Grabs a nurse as she walks by* Make
sure he gets some of my security team to go with him
if he goes back to the planet. That is an order. I do
not want a repeat of this. is - that - clear?

NPC Med tech: As a bell, Ma'am. *Walks off*

Kelly: Good. Kurdin, you hear me?

Kurdin: Yeah, okay. *To the sickbay in general* Get us
some security men in the main shuttlebay. Now!

Kelly: Now, Sparks, you and I will get some rest. The
sooner that we get out of here, the sooner we can
start doing our job again. I wanna freakin' get some
payback for what they did last time I was down there!
*Lays back*

Sparks: *Listening to wallace grumble and Kurdin
issuing orders to the med staff* Sounds good boss.
Sounds good.

OFF

=====
Lieutenant J.G.
Sparks, Colin M.(Human)
Assistant security chief
USS Destiny NCC-42691



Warfare   

ON:

[[Polar Region]]

Colonel Ranaran(NPC): Move!!!!!!! Second Squad get moving down into that
gulley *As he sees his adjutant get vaporized by an energy bolt that came
from one of the octupus headed creatures tentacles.* 3 Squad!!!??? Where's
Captain Havorak(NPC)? *As he looks around for his most senior squad
commander in his Commando team*

Cpl Leihi: *As she fires he phased pistol at the creature who is only
stunned.* I think he's dead sir!

Ranaran: *He looks around and sees Lt. Carver dragging a wounded man behind
cover before reloading his rifle and firing, taking off a tentacle with a
bolt and slightly slowing down the lead octopushead.* Him!
Lt.....STARFLEETER!

Carver: *The last word got his attention and he noticed the senior Colonel
calling him over.* Yes sir *As he rolled over to where the Colonel was
hunkered down.*

Ranaran: Know anything about field manuevers?

Carver: *Nodding* Yes SIR! *One of his specialties at the academy.*

Ranaran: Good, take 3 Squad up on that ridge line, jam these creatures in
this valley. You'll be our blocking force as we smash into them with our
heavier machinery *Motioning over his shoulder to the large automated cannon
being rigged up as they spoke.*

Carver: Consider it done sir *With another nod he went jogging off* 3 Squad
on me, lets move!

Rananan: ~Noble officer.......lets history remember him~ *As another bolt
lands near their lines sending a sentry flying through the air.*

*The blobs and octopus heads continued duelling in the valley, neither side
gaining the advantage....and each side making its fair share of off target
shots that seemed to usually land near the human soldiers ont he ridge
lines.*

[[The next valley over]]

Major Pervarah(NPC): *The second Commando unit CO is not as flashly or
experienced as his counterpart, thus making much slower movements. His unit
reaches top of the first hillside in a staggered line. They were met with 8
octupus heads standing watch for 'blob' incursions. The unit put up a
valiant fight and they were even able to kill 3 of the creatures but in the
end they were all either vaporized, or burned beyond recognition.* This is
my planet.......... *Were the 34 year upstart Majors last words.*

[[Back with 3 Squad]]

Carver: Alright keep your head down but your chin up *He was moving behind a
short treeline and signalled for the 12 men in his squad to spread out in a
line. They all line dup and could see the battle unfolding in the valley
below. For the most part all they could do was watch in amazement as more
and more of the creatures came flowing on to the field locked in what seemed
like all out desperate warfare.* ~looks like we woke up some pretty cranky
adversary's~

Leihi: *She had now gotten a hold of the pulse cannon that the grenadier
usually carried. She was in the process of loading the weapon when Ty came
over.* Time to cause a bigger dent.

Carver: Good idea..........but not now, don't totally give away our
position. We're a small unit, not meant for direct open confrontational
combat....let them come to us Cpl.

Leihi: *She nodded in approval, then finished loading the weapon and unsafed
it.* Just it case they come sooner then later.

Carver: Good thinking *He made his way back to his radio man and waited for
the call to come from the Colonel.*

[[Back with the main group]]

Ranaran: Hold! *He waited for the blobs to come closer* Hold! *Wanting them
to feel the full affect of their weapons.* Hold! *The beings swept up the
hill towards them.* FIRE! *But it was too late, the blobs swept over his
thin black line of soldiers dotted throughout the woods and exterminated
them all into little puffs of flame.*

Carver: *He is watching what is happening with a primitive set of
binoculars.* Uh oh..............

Leihi: What?

Carver: Well it looks like your unit was just run over by those blob like
things..........

Leihi: WHAT!? *Grabbing the binocs*

Carver: Oh no..........*He fixed the brim of his snow gear and wandered back
into the trees a bit. That's when he saw it. A rifle trained right on him.
They were human soldiers........but not Arkhamite Commando's
though.......they were wearing the green of the Army Infantry.*

Sgt. Juropas(NPC): Halt! Who are you.........you are not
Arkhamite........~He's an invader~

Leihi: No, he's here to help *She comes rushing over.*

Carver: Yes, I'm here to help you rid your world of these beings *Saying
something that would help his cause.*

Juropas: What the...........??? *He gazes upward.*

Carver: *Turns sharply and notices an octopushead rising over the treeline,
heading straight for them.* Leihi!?

Leihi: On it *She gave Carver the cannon*

Carver: *He threw it over his shoulder and fired straight into the centre of
the beings head........the resulting explosions was like a shock wave of
transitous energy that burst outward.*

OFF:

TAG! (Cap'n can you do something with this please.....Carvers unit is the
last of the Commando's, and I just introduced him to your Infantry, lets see
if the GI's and the grunts can get along.......i'll be back in a few days.)

PS- Sorry for not being around but.............nm, can't even tell ya if I
wanted too (Hopefully I can tell you guys when this all dies down a litle.)

Lt. Tyrone Carver
ACTO
Council Rep
USS Destiny



Above  

ON:

*Liri watched as they brought wallace in...her officers,
dammit...her people, on teh planet below....she should be there
too...she took advantage of the chaos to get up....her shoulder
was still immobilized, but her _legs_, she relfected, were
working jsut fine....she made her way over to the whirlwind that
was on the otehr side of the room....*

Liri: What happened?

OFF: Tag....forgive spelling erros, it's a laptop keyboard, after
all....!

=/\=
Lt. cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO
USS Destiny



Flesh Wound  

On

* Dre administers the Melorazine. Wallace's face,
which was taught with pain, eases as soon as she in
finished depressing the painkiller into his body. *

Dre: * Running a medical tricorder over Wallace *
internal bleeding, fractured rib...* Looking at the
large tear in his back * Small entrance wound on front
torso. Large exit wound on back.

Kurdin: Nurse Dre. Prep Mr Wallace for surgery

Dre: Yes sir. * With Orderly #1,2, & 3's help they
remove Wallace's clothing clean up the wound, and
placing him on a medical lifter take in into surgery.
Where Dr Kurdin and Carter were waiting for him. *

Kurdin: Dre, you will assist us. I assume you know
the procedure

Dre: Of course, I trained to assist in trauma surgery
* Goes to the other side of the room to scrub up and
put on a gown. *

Off

==/\==
Ensign U'nela Dre (Trill)
Head Nurse. USS Destiny



Surgery  

ON:

[[USS Destiny, OR #1]]

*Doctors Kurdin and Carter were working simultaneously
on the abdomen and lower back wounds, repairing
internal damage and making sure no bullet shards were
left. Wallace was unconscious from the anesthetic.
Nurse Dre and Nurse Harding were both assisting.*

Kurdin: So doctor... how have things been since I've
been gone?

Carter: Surprisingly quiet... except for the large
group of Arkhamites that beamed aboard.

Kurdin: Really?

Carter: Oh yes... I'd tell you more about it but they
really left us alone here in sickbay.

Kurdin: Interesting... so anyway *he applys a
subdermal tool and begins to heal some bruising on
Wallace's right kidney* Nurse Dre... how are you
growing accustomed to the Destiny? Have you made any
friends yet?

OFF:

Tag, in surgery at that!

=====
Patrick " HORNET" McGlone



Friends Where You Find Them  

ON:

[[Arkham - Shield Station #14]]

* In a momentary shimmer of light, Lee Michaels materializes. She quickly
surveys the panic of the poorly lit control room. The surfaces are shiny
as though covered with a micron thick layer of water. Michaels begins
scanning immediately with her tricorder. The Arkhamite engineer turns and
glances at her. *

Wesson: Michaels?

Michaels: Assistant Engineering Officer of the USS Destiny. Here to offer
whatever assistance I can.

Wesson: Take your pick. * He gestures at the unusual control panels with
a sweep of his arm. * Nothing is working the way it should and everything
needs to be working three hours ago.

Michaels: * Stepping up to what is apparently the main control panel. *
It would be useful if you could explain the main principles of operation
to me.

Wesson: *Tapping the respective instruments high over his head. * Power.
Temperature. Pressure. Flow to the central core.

Michaels: Meaning no disrespect but the ergometrics of this installation
are not good.

Wesson: Ergometrics?

Michaels: The operator / machine interface. This installation does not
appear to have been designed with Arkhamites in mind. And what is this
slime that covers everything?

Wesson: I don't know about the design. It was done a couple hundred years
before my great grandfather was born. As for the slime- One of the things
you people released came through here.

Michaels: Assessing blame for what happened does not help achieve the
goal we all desire at the moment.

Wesson: Hmm. Well that much is true.

* From down the corridor there are screams and terrified voices and a
moment later dozens of Arkhamite workers are running through the control
room. *

Noname: It's coming back. It's... * pointing at Michaels. * She called
it. Its coming for her.

Wesson: Don't be an idiot. Get your people out of here calmly.

Noname: Don't you see? We'll never get the shield up again as long as
she-

* More screams and the end of the long dark room is suddenly filled with
a moving, pulsating mass of bluish protoplasm. It ebbs and surges through
the space toward them, tentacles sprouting from its surface in unexpected
places, grabbing at things and the Arkhamites. *

Michaels: That...

Wesson: That is what the shield contained all these years until you
people destroyed it. * He grabs her arm and begins pulling her away from
the Shoggoth. * We have to get going. I've seen what that thing does to
people it catches.

* Michaels turns to follow but the way is blocked by the workers. Wails
of despair add themselves to the screams of panic and it only takes one
glance to see the cause. The only exit is blocked by a group of the
strangest creatures Michaels has ever seen. Extremely tall and basically
round and ribbed like an oversized black cactus, the creatures are making
rapid flute like sounds from the giant starfish atop their bodies. The
group is carrying something that looks rather like a large crystal at the
end of a long pole. *

Michaels: And those are?

Wesson: No idea.

Michaels: * Tapping her communicator. * Michaels to Destiny.

Teal: // Destiny here. What is your situation, Lee? We're picking up an
odd assortment of signals from your location. //

Michaels: Besides me, there are several Arkhamites and two other species
in the immediate area that I can not identify.

* The Shoggoth accelerates and begins surging toward the Arkhamites and
the Old Ones very quickly. But the Old Ones are ready for it. Amid
another rapid barrage of musical notes, they quickly position their
crystal device and a split second later a lightning bolt leaps from the
tip of the crystal and instantly catches the Shoggoth midbody. It oozes
backwards away from them and the Old Ones step forward to follow,
sweeping the Arkhamites and Lee to the side. *

Teal: // Lee. What's happening? We've got a highly unusual power surge in
your location.//

Michaels: One of the unidentified species has fired some type of high
energy particle beam weapon at the other. * It only takes a few seconds
of the beam fire and the eerily haunting bellows and screams of the
Shoggoth are ended when the creature explodes showering everyone with the
still warm chunks of ooze. * They've killed the other species with the
weapon.

Teal: // Are you safe? //

Michaels: Only if they've changed the definition of safe.

* One of the Old Ones turns and approaches Lee. Four of the five points
on its head seem to be directed at her and she finds herself thinking of
the points as eyes. It reaches out a tentacle from mid body and she
retreats against the wall. The Old One moves forward on the heavier group
of tentacles that support its vast bulk. Wesson moves to sweep the
searching tentacles aside but is seized and tossed away as though he were
a rag doll. *

Wesson: Don't anger it.

Michaels: I'll keep that in mind.

Teal: // Lee. What is happening? //

* And instantly, the Old One pulls the communicator off Michaels and
lifts it toward the top of its body while two other tentacles caress her
face. Lee touches the creature with one hand. The Old One makes some
piping sounds and a second Old One approaches. The two carry on their
flute duet for a moment and the second starts to move away. It stops,
flutes at the first one and then wraps one of its tentacles around a
tentacle of the first and begins pulling it. The first Old One resists
only long enough to give the communicator back to Michaels. Then it to
rotates away from her and assumes the same position at the control panel
where Lee was working earlier. *

Wesson: I don't believe it.

Michaels: What that it realized that I am not the same as you or that it
didn't kill me?

Wesson: No. Look at what they are doing.

* All of the Old Ones are standing in front of control panels, piping
their musical tones at each other, their tentacles flying over the
buttons and switches. Michaels nods. The controls are at the right
height. *

[[Bridge - Destiny]]

Skimmel: Report.

Teal: We've lost communication with Lt. Michaels.

Skimmel: Can the sensors locate her closely enough to transport her out
of there?

Teal: Negative, Captain. She is deep underground and in close proximity
to a large number of life forms. Arkhamite as well as one of the two
other forms we have detected.

Skimmel: I need suggestions. I don't plan on leaving any member of my
crew in a dangerous situation a moment longer than necessary.

Rioschi: Captain. The screen. * Skimmel glances up at the screen which
shows the south polar region. A moment earlier, the screen showed only
the mountainous, snow covered terrain. Now two wedges of the nearly
opaque shield are in place. A second later, a third appears. *

Skimmel: Apparently, Miss Michaels was able to lend some assistance to
the Arkhamites after all.

Rioschi: Apparently.

Teal: I have my doubts, Captain. Michaels didn't sound like she was
working on the systems when we lost communications.

Skimmel: None the less the shields are coming back up. Let's get everyone
we can out of there before the shields close up completely. Shuttles.
Transporters. Whatever.

OFF:

I'd like to see us wrap this up this week. We'll be off to shoreleave at
the new Starbase as soon as we're done here.

=/\= Captain David Skimmel =/\=
Commanding Officer, USS Destiny



Back on Board  

On

[[ Arkham. Shield Generator Room]]

* Harper begins to stir a little before eventually waking up *

Harper: * Very groggily. * What the hell * grasping her head and feeling
the egg size bump on her head. Flinching with pain as she realises her
shoulder is hurt *

Venka: You took a hit; it is only a flesh wound.

Harper: * Looking at the makeshift bandage, and the frozen blood which now
covered her coat * I feel weird

Venka: Miss Harper how many fingers am I holding up * holds up one *

Harper: * After a little squinting * Four

Venka: Do you have any dizziness or nausea?

Harper: Both. But I'll be fine

Venka: I believe you have a sever concussion. You will need medical
attention

Harper: How long was I out

Venka: Approximately fourteen hours thirty minutes and six seconds

Harper: * Manages a smile * you have an amazing grasp of time Venka I'll
give you that. What of the shielding?

Venka: The shield sections are up, full power will return to in three
hours tewn-

Harper: * cutting her off * I get the picture. What happened to the
cultists?

Venka: They left. You need medical help miss Harper * helping her up unto
her feet *

Harper: You can call me Victoria, or Vicki

Venka: Venka to Destiny two to beam up

* In a shimmer of familiar light they materialize in the transporter room.
Helping an unsteady Vicki, Venka assists her toward sickbay *

OFF

=/\= Lt. jg Victoria Harper=/\=
Acting Chief Science Officer. USS Destiny



Back on Board  

ON:

[Sickbay]

Venka:*enters sickbay,helping Harper into the room*

Harper:*looks a little drunk,and her face has frostbite,as well as some
dried up blood on her coat*

Venka:Could someone please assist Victoria Harper?. She has a sever
concussion,and needs medical attention.

Nurse:*see's them walk in,and quickly runs over to Venka,and Harper* Right
away! here let me have her. *takes Harper from Venka,and takes her to a bio
bed* now lie down Miss Harper,we will take care of things. *starts scanning
her* yes,she has frostbite,a sever concussion,and a cold as well,but nothing
we cant fix.

Venka:*looks around her,noticing the place is busy,so she turns to the
nurse* Need any Help?

Nurse:yes please,get me some blankets,it will help the coldness Miss
Harper is feeling at this moment. *turns back to her,giving her a shot to
get rid of the cold,and then another one to help her relax,in the process
getting healing the sever concussion*

Harper:oh man,I feel so tired. Remind me never to hit against anything
again..

Nurse:*smiles* I will try.

Venka:*returns with some blankets,covering harper with them* There,that
good Miss..I mean Victoria?

Harper:*smiles* feels much better,what about you Venka?

Venka:What do you mean?

Harper:I am certain you will need something to take,after all you were out
there in the cold,I bet your still freezing.

Venka:I will be alright,nothing a nice hot sonic shower,and some sleep
cant fix.

Nurse:Yes your right,but please let me give you a shot to help the
frostbite.

Venka:Of course *rolls up her sleeve,allowing the nurse to give her a
shot. Her hands are trembling slightly,and she looks cold all over,but she
doesnt show it* Thank you.

Nurse:Of course *turns back to Harper* now get some sleep,you deserve it.

OFF:

Lieutanat J/G Venka.
Science Department.
USSDestiny



Surgery  

On

[[Surgery]]

Dre: Well I haven't really had a chance to meet the
crew. I was thinking of having a wee party on one of
the holo decks, once shore leave commences to get to
know everyone.

Kurdin: Seems like a good idea, what sort of party *
curious *

Dre: I have a great holo program on Risa, a nice
tropical setting. * Distracted by a monitor flashing *
slight drop in blood pressure- * Kurdin seals
something in Wallace's back * Blood pressure
normalising. Now where was I?

Kurdin: ~I hope she doesn't always talk this much~

Dre: Oh yes, nice tropical setting, music, dancing,
you know beach party. I just hope the crew come. I
was at a beach party a few times on earth they were
great-* Starts to reminisce *

Off

Tag, Dr consider your ears talked off... hehe

==/\==
Ensign U'nela Dre (Trill)
Head Nurse. USS Destiny



The Valley of the Shadow of Death   

ON:

[[The Valley of Death below the Mountain of Madness]]

Carver: ~What now~ *As he looked around. The rest of the Commando's had
either been routed or killed and most of the Infantry was either with him
(About a dozen) or walking wounded behind the lines. He lookes around at the
20 someodd faces now staring at him as he sat at the top of the dike looking
down at the Starfishheads and Shoggoths duking it out. The Starfishheads
looked to be winning but the Shoggoths were relentless.* Leihi? Are there
any other officers that survived.

Leihi: *Looks around* I don't think so sir....you're all that's left ~And
he's not even Arkhamite.~

Carver: Great, just great.

Sgt. Mulap(NPC): So what now sir? I can speak for my squad in saying we'll
follow your orders. You've proved your honour to me.

Carver: *Nods* Thanks you sargeant...as for orders...Hunker down.........dig
in.........wait..........and stay alive. *He seen some eyes flicker as he
finished.* Those are your order *As he rose* Now move! Spread yourselves
along this dike and be ready.....*He remembers an old general order that
would be well served now.* And DO NOT fire unless fired upon. Go!

[[USS Destiny Sickbay]]

*The bay was bustling and Patch could see that Liri was getting more than
just restless. He decided to stop playing games and let her do her job. He
sauntered over to her bed where she angrily cut off a comm to the planet.*

Chief Roberto 'Patch' Pasquelli(PNPC): Alright, lets go ma'am.

Liri: Excuse me Chief?

Patch: You heard me, lets go. You got work to and I'm not going to stop you
from doing it. I'll escort you wherever you need to go. *He said with a

smile*

Liri: *Aside she wispers in his ear* What about the docs?

Patch: Dont worry about them *He gently put his hand on her shoulder and
tapped his comm badge. Both of them were beamed straight to the nearest
transporter room. The ememrgency protocol Patch used even provided Liri with
a new duty uniform that materialized along with her.*

Liri: Let me guess, Intel right?

Patch: Damn straight ma'am. After you *He leads her out of the transporter
room and back to the temporary council chambers.*

OFF:

Just a short one....kinna tired tonight

Lt. Tyrone Carver
ACTO
USS Starfire
also posting as Chief Warrant Officer/Senior Chief Specialist 'Patch'(PNPC)



Orders: To Follow...And To Disobey....  

ON:

*Elahi held perfectly still, waiting. And waiting. But then again,
waiting was her job....from the waiting for the enemy...to the
waiting to go home. Home to Ileki. Home to her son. Her
daughetr, her husbnad....she could only give thanks that some
many had survived so far....*

Leihi: ~~Damn...so few left.....will we even be able to do anything
more than follow the damn orders he just gave us...hell, will we
even be able to succeed in _that_...?!?~~ *she glanced over at
where she could barely see Mulap....she had always admired
him, and though she may not have known it, he was in fact
following _her_ career very closely as well....but for now, she
could only hope that they would all survive this...* ~~We don't

even have any officers le...oh, shut up Lei...he said we'd follow
Carver, so we follow Carver. End of story...bsides, I trust him...he
seems intelligent, brave, and honorable...and he seems to have
finally gained a little respect for me...~~ *she grinned at this last
briefly, people were alwyas laughing when she told them her
credentials...until they saw them and their mouths hit the floor in
shock...* ~~That doesn't matter anymore...ntohing
matters...except keeping this world safe...and that I swear to do,
upon my life, my soul, and all that I hold dear...I will not let them
through.~~

[[Meanwhile]]

Liri: *to Pasquelli* Thank you.

Pasquelli: Don't mention it....

Liri: What made you change your mind?

Pasquelli: When you passed out as soon as we materialized in
sickbay....I was impressed by your ability to...hold things
toggether...until then. The council needs you.

Liri: *smiles as she prepares to enter the council chambers* I
certainly hope you don't plan to hold my...political
exploits...against me? ~~Political exploits....the ones that saved
my crew....perhaps now I can forgive myself...~~

OFF: Tag!!! (Oh yes'd like Leihi & Elahi to live through this...) ;)

=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO
USS Destiny



It's Over  

ON:

[[USS Destiny, Sickbay]]

*Kurdin came out of the OR and saw a number of people
standing around, including Lt Cmdr. Donnelly and
Jazz.*

Jazz: How is he?

Kurdin: Well, other than some bruising and some sort
muscles for the next week or so... he's going to be
fine. The bullet missed everything of importance...
it grazed one of his kidneys but no damage done.

Donnelly: Thas good.

Jazz: Can we see him yet?

Kurdin: He'll be out for another hour or two... right
now Nurse Dre and Nurse Harding are moving him from
the OR to one of the recovery rooms. Once he's lucid
again, I'll have someone page both of you.

Jazz: Thanks Ivan.

Kurdin: No problem... now about the ice cubes in cargo
bay 2...

Jazz: What about them?

Kurdin: I need to replicate numerous pieces of
equipment, much of it large unfortunately.

Donnelly: You can use one of my engineering labs...
they have industrial replicators which should suit
your needs and plenty of room to spread things out.

Kurdin: That'll do fine. I'll also need two or three
assistants to set up the equipment if you can spare
them.

Donnelly: Consider it done doc.

Kurdin: Hmmm... while we're at it... I could really
use a prime rib.

Jazz: Don't push your luck Ivan...

Kurdin: Hey... a man's gotta eat.

Carter: *coming up to him* Doctor Kurdin, we've got a
hypothermia case being transported in... it's Miss
Harper.

Kurdin: I'm coming. Well ladies, medical science
calls...

OFF:

=====
Patrick " HORNET" McGlone



He's out, and okay...  

ON

[[Sickbay]]

Sparks: I heard Wallace is out of surgery.

Kelly: Yeah? He gonna live, or am I gonna have to
shoot myself in the head and go after him?

Sparks: I think he came out okay. He'll be on light
duties for a while, but I think he'll be just fine.

Kelly: Well, we'll be outa here tomorrow morning as
well.

Sparks: Aw darn! I was just getting used to being held
prisoner in this sickbay too. That means I will have
to go back to actually working for a living.

Kelly: Guess so. What about the Admiral?

Sparks: Word is they got some ice blocks down in one
of the cargo bays. I don't know how many.

Kelly: Are they going to try and revive them/

Sparks: That would be my guess.

Kelly: Well, if they were frozen before they died,
they have a chance. If not, I'm not so sure.

Sparks: Well, in the meantime,*Gets up off the biobed*
I'm gonna go find out when we can see Wallace. Have
they got the security team assembled for the last trip
down to the surface yet?

Kelly: If they have ice on board I'm not sure they
need to go down. I think they have Marines or
something down there right now.

Sparks: Well they should be able to finish the job.

Kelly: If they can't I don't know who can.

Sparks:True.*Goes off to ask about visiting Wallace*

OFF

=====
Lieutenant J.G.
Sparks, Colin M.(Human)
Assistant security chief
USS Destiny NCC-42691



Boredom  

[[Guest Quarters-Destiny]]

On:

*Suvock walked around the quarters that he had been assigned to rest
after his ordeal on the planet. He was not content to just sit in his
quarters. He wanted to do something so he decided he would take a
tour of the ship.*

*After eating someting in the mess hall, Suvock continued on seeing
many parts of the ship. Then he heads for the department he most
wanted to visit in the first place, Engineering. He looks over the
systems and console readouts while several engineers give him a look.*

*After noticing a slight flux in the plasma flow, Suvock starts to
make adjustments. An engineer noticing him taps their com badge.*

Michaels: Engineering to Donnely and the bridge. There is a Vulcan
down here with Lieutenant Commander pips making adjustments to some
of the systems.

*Without waiting for a response Michaels walks over to Suvock*

Michaels: May I ask who you are and what you are doing sir?

*Suvock looks up at who appears to be another Vulcan and raises the
Vulcan hand greeting.*

Suvock: Greetings. I am Lt. Commander Suvock.

Off:

Lt. Commander Suvock
Engineering Officer
(Formerly) Attached to Admiral Zark's yacht



Captain's Log  

ON:

[[Captain's Ready Room - USS Destiny]]

* Skimmel sits behind his desk, staring out the viewport at the profile
of Arkham below. He shakes his head and continues speaking. *

Skimmel: Continuing Captain's Log. It is now apparent that the primary
engineering feature of the planet, the huge shield over the south polar
region, was not designed by the Arkhamites but by another, previously
unknown species. Attempts at communication with that species have all
failed. Their intentions and interests remain unknowable. The decision
about admitting Arkham to the Federation now that we know of a second
highly intelligent species on the world ... * he pauses. How would that
decision turn out? The others, as he has come to think of the strange
star headed species, appeared to be more interested in their privacy than
interaction with others. Or perhaps they chose the isolation because of
the changeling creatures. Did they prefer to remain confined with those
monstrosities to unleashing them on the Arkhamites. Too many questions.
Too few answers. * That decision will have to be debated at a higher
level than here. The question of admitting one space-faring race to
represent a planet when there is another, potentially more intelligent
race, is not one I am prepared to answer.

Michaels: + Engineering to Donnely and the bridge. There is a Vulcan down
here with Lieutenant Commander pips making adjustments to some of the
systems. +

Skimmel: Computer pause.

Computer: [[ Pausing ]]

Skimmel: Skimmel to Michaels.

Michaels: + Yes Captain. +

Skimmel: If that is Mr. Suvock, would you ask him to come see me at his
earliest convenience?

Michaels: + I will relay your request, sir. +

Skimmel: Thank you. One other thing, Miss Michaels.

Michaels: +Sir? +

Skimmel: You “learn” a species by touching them, don't you?

Michaels: + Yes sir. And if you are asking if I touched one of the
creatures, the answer is yes. If you are asking if I could become one,
the answer is no.+

Skimmel: I see. And the reason?

Michaels: + The chemistry is too different. I can't change atom types. +

Skimmel: Not an alchemist?

Michaels: + No sir. +

Skimmel: Very well. Carry on. * He taps his communicator breaking the
connection. * Computer. Resume recording.

Computer: [[ Resuming. ]]

Skimmel: We have also recovered several of the Admiral's party and Doctor
Kurdin tells me that the chances of some of them being resuscitated are
actually quite good. I will defer to his judgement on that. I will also
defer to his judgement that it will require medical facilities superior
to those on Destiny. Accordingly, we are on our way to Starbase Liberty
to deliver our frigid cargo and for some shoreleave. Computer. Stop
recording.

* He stands and walks onto the bridge.*

Jazz: Captain. All systems are functioning normally.

Skimmel: Very good. Miss Cassandra. Lay in a course for Starbase Liberty.

OFF:

Anyone who needs to write something to move a character into an
appropriate position, feel free. Otherwise, we'll consider this mission
closed out. Shoreleave to commence on Saturday.

=/\= Captain David Skimmel =/\=
Commanding Officer, USS Destiny



The Diplomat  

ON:

*Liri entered the bridge, but she asked permission first...that told
the captain that she had come here in her diplomat's guise....*

Liri: Sir.

Skimmel: The Arhmaties....

Liri: Their government...is not stable right now. I reccommend
deffering their proposal for at least ten years.

Skimmel: ~~Isn't it great when the diplomats make the hard
decisions...~~ I thought you were in sickbay, commander...?
*gstures at her immobilized arm and shoulder*

Liri: I was realesed...

*Paquelli hangs near by, and Liri does not mention excataly
_who_ released her....*

Skimmel: The council....

Liri: Is returning to the planet as we speak, sir....

[[Meanwhile....]]

*Carv's communicator beeped....*

Liri: +The sheild is going back up. I'm beaming you all out....+

*A few moments later, Carver and the survivingArkhamite
commandos materialize on the platform...*

OFF: 

=/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO
USS Destiny



Shivers  

On

[[Destiny. Sickbay]]

* Venka with the help of several nurses help Harper up onto a bio-
bed, the nurses fetch several blankets and put them over Harper to
help warm her up *

Kurdin: * walking over to a blanket covered Harper * Nasty bump. How
many fingers am I holding up * puts two up in front of her face *

Harper: -Six.

Kurdin: Are you experiencing any dizziness, nausea?

Harper: Both * Sneezes * I feel cold to the bone as well.

Kurdin: That would be hypothermia. And it sounds like you have a cold
starting * Looking over toward Dre * Nurse Dre please get me a dermal
regenerator. * Looking at Harper * Now lets get a look at that
shoulder.

* With help from nurse Dre she removes her coat, undercoat, etc. Ivan
Runs the D/ regenerator over her shoulder. Harper feels a warm
tingling sensation as her shoulder heals *

Kurdin: It was badly grazed but you'll be fine. Now Victoria it will
be bed rest for the next three days, and chicken soup

Harper: Chicken soup

Kurdin: It will help you feel better. But before you go we need to
treat your hypothermia

OFF

=/\= Lt. jg Victoria Harper=/\=
Acting Chief Science Officer. USS Destiny



Tying up loose ends...   

ON:
 
Kelly: I'd say this was a fairly fun mission, don't ya Sparky?  
*lying back relaxedly on the sickbay biobed.*
 
Sparks:  Let's see... we were out in the cold... got shot...  um...  
yeah.  *smiles*
 
NPC Nurse:  Lieutenant Kelly?  I'm surprised.
 
Kelly:  Why?
 
NPC Nurse:  I'd have thought you'd be trying desperately to get out of 
here and back on duty.
 
Kelly:  *chuckles*  Well... the mission kinda wound down on it's own...  
nothing to shoot, kill, or maim... with the possible exception of Wallace... 
*grins*  Might as well enjoy this... I'm getting rest and relaxation 
as well as bugging the medical staff.  What more can a security officer want?
 
NPC Nurse:  *rolls eyes and walks away*  
 
Sparks:  I think they're getting sick of us more than we are of them.
 
Kelly:  Maybe the next time they'll think twice before locking me up when I'm 
ready to leave...
 
Sparks:  All part of a grand plan?
 
Kelly:  Indeed.
 
OFF:
 
=/\= Lieutenant Jennifer "Jenn" Kelly =/\=
                 Chief of Security
                   USS Destiny



The Warriors Code   

ON:

[[Arkham South Pole]]

Carver: *He peers over the ridge line and sees that the Shoggoth blobs were
mounting a force that was moving towards them.* ~Oh no...not now...I only
have 16 able bodies left, 20 in total.~

Cpl Porath(NPC): *The man on lookout in the trees looks down* Here they
come! *The remaining 12 commando's and 8 infantry took there positions on
the staggered firing line. They were each down to extra clips and one
already loaded. The two grenadier teams of infantry were down to about two
dozens rounds a piece. They could not survive another assualt*

Carver: Hold your fire till they get nice and close!

*The Shoggoths hit the base of the hill and began the climb up to the small
rag tag units position*

Carver: Grenadiers!!!!!!! *As he notices the Shoggoths get in range* Open
fire!

Leihi: *She gets rather nervous and anxious as the blobs approached she
recocks her rifle and takes aim.*

Carver: At your own time, OPEN FIRE! *He releases the rest of the group and
they start firing their phased rounds towards the shoggoths. As the their
weapons hit they barely phased the shoggoths, only the grenades have any
affect.*

Mulap(NPC): Grenades!!!!!!!!!!! *He pulls out rips off the pin and hurls it
over the ledge.* Let em have it! *He picks up his rifle and puts in on full
auto and fires straight into a Shoggoth that is nearly ripped to shreads by
it.*

Leihi: *She notices what her Sgt. is doing and switches to auto also. Slowly
but surely the rest of the unit also adapts to the tactic and they slowly
begin to repulse the Shoggoths. Though several had changed shape and
continued to move of the hill, looking like magic carpets flying up towards
them.* 3 o'clock low!

Cpl. Linsor(NPC): *The grenadiers here's the call and takes aim.*

Liri: +The sheild is going back up. I'm beaming you all out....+

Carver: It's about time Commander. I lost my comm badge and the rest of our
equipment was fried too.

Liri: Standby for beam-out *Seconds later the first six of them are beamed
to the transporter. The other transporters grabbing the rest of them in
succession.*

[[Destiny Transporter Room 1]]

Carver: Phew..........*As he stands from his kneeling position on the
transporter padd.*

Mulap(NPC): Wow....so that's what a transporter feels like *As he checks to
see if his appendages are where they're supposed to be.*

Carver: Yep, maybe you'll learn to like it.

[[A few hours later]]

*Carver goes to visit Mulap in his quarters as they about to depart.*

Carver: *As Mulap comes to the door.* We should talk.

Mulap: Why what about?

Carver: We're about to leave the system, we'll return you and your team back
to it's home base.

Mulap: Um....about that Lt.....I've discussed it with my team and on Arkham
we have a tradition when units of our military goes into battle. It came
about long ago when our units would go off to battle and come back with
barely any leaders left, the chieftans and lords would then put new officers
in charge of the militias....but that led to many problems, wars, and
internal struggles.... so a law was imposed. It stated that after a unit
goes into battle, afterwords, the loyalty of that unit shall be shifted to
the senior member who survived the battle. In this case Lt.....that is you.

Carver: Huh? So what are you saying.

Mulap: I'm saying that you fought side by side with us, lead us in battle,
and you have earned our loyalty...I'm officially requesting permission to
remain aboard the Destiny...along with the rest of my unit, they all wanted
to stay as well....Except for Cpl Leihi, she wanted to go back home to her
family and left a few hours ago, with the Infantry survivors. Plus.....I
could get used to quarters like this *As he gazed around at the plush guest
quarters.*

Carver: Whoa.......so you're saying you want to come with me as some sort of
oath entourage.

Mulap: Not quite, but we will follow wherever you lead, and aide you in
whatever you decide as proper.

Carver: Hmmmmmmmmmm....well I'm the person to ask if you can stay Sgt. I'm
but Lt, serving in a midlevel position, I can't grant you asylum, only our
Captain can.

Mulap: Then lets go see the Captain. My unit is from the North Lt. we have
been the strongest supporters of the government move to join the Federation,
what better way to prove our people to you than to come with you and serve
along side you, as you serve along us.

Carver: *Shrugs* Well....you have me sold. Lets go see if the Captain will
approve it. ~Hmmm.....my own personal Commando team.........the Captain
might find that proposal intriuging...we wouldn't even need that Marine
detachment HQ wanted to send us.~

OFF:

Tag....

Well cap....can they stay....I really like the future that this storyline
could have to it. Plus it would leave a return to Arkham wide open. This
would give us 12 Commando's ready for whenever they'd be needed. Plus I've
only identified 2 of the teams members, leaving another 10 open for anyone
who wants to have a primitive Commando. (Well.....kinna different then
Walace, but yeah you get the idea)

Lt. Tyrone Carver
ACTO
USS Destiny



Medical Wrap Up  

ON:

[[Destiny, CMO's Office]]

*Kurdin was impressed. Wallace was recovering
quickly, it had been only a day since the surgery and
the wound had shown visible signs of healing and they
hadn't even started the regeneration process. Liri
had returned but Kurdin had released her to her
husband's care and watchful eye after a short
discussion with him. Harper was resting in her
quarters, with orders to join him for dinner that
evening. And Venka was fully recovered and back on
duty. Kelly and Sparks had long since been released
with a full bill of health. He was merely making sure
all the files entered by Ensign Dre's staff were
correct and they indeed were. He reminded himself
that he had to sleep... he hadn't done that in two
days and it was starting to catch up to him.*

Kurdin: Ten more minutes... then I go grab 6 hours.

[[Liri's Quarters]]

*Conley was polishing his newest acquisition for his
collection, a Hechler&Koch USP handgun, it was in
working condition but his supply of 45 caliber
ammunition was very limited. On the table in front of
him, a small arsenal of antique small arms was strewn,
mostly disassembled for cleaning and preservation. As
he racked the slide after finishing with the USP to
doublecheck the amount of oil he had applied, the
computer rose out of the table, nearly toppling
another cup of coffee which Conley was able to grab in
time, his reflexes seemed to be returning to normal.*

Computer: [[ Incoming message from LIGHTNING ]]

Conley: Switch to secure channel and encrypt. Display
the communique.

Chavez: // How ya doin Kevin? //

Conley: Not too bad Domingo... what's up with the
unannounced message?

Chavez: // There's rumor something big's going down
soon... we're not sure where but we know it's big. //

Conley: So, nothing new to report then?

Chavez: // Nope... how's the girl? //

Conley: Stubborn as usual... but she's better. Well,
I'm glad you're trying to keep me in the loop, but I'm
not in the business anymore pal.

Chavez: // Amigo... as you once told me... once you're
in... you're never out. //

Conley: I did, didn't I?

Chavez: // Yep... //

Conley: Thanks anyway Domingo... but from now on...
unless it's life or death... telling me does nearly no
good.

Chavez: // Yeah I know... just figured you'd like to
know. LIGHTNING out. // *the computer goes black and
slides back into the table, Conley hadn't even paused
from reassembling a Hechler&Koch MP5, unfortunately he
had no ammunition for it but it would still fire
holographic bullets in the holodeck.*

OFF:

Wallace? Liri?

=====
Patrick " HORNET" McGlone



Medical Wrap Up  

[[Iraqi desert]]

*The scorching sun hammers relentlessly onto the shifting desert sands. On
a dune overlooking the small two-lane road, two figures lay camouflaged by
natural terrain and high technology. Below them, nearly two miles distant,
a convoy of military vehicles threw a dust cloud into the air*

Wallace: Count.

Seger (NPC): Four APC's, two Toyotas with twelve-sevens, one tanker truck.

Wallace: Roger. This is our stop, Gimli.

Seger: *nodding* Let's play the game. *the two men lay still under their
covering of sand and brush, waiting patiently as the convoy approaches.
When it finally reaches the kill zone, Seger clicks his triggers, and two
columns of dust shoot into the air, throwing the two Toyota trucks from the
road and trapping the tanker truck between the craters. The APC's grind to
a halt, the rear vehicle slamming into the one in front of it. Another
explosion rocks the valley as Seger sets off another charge, destroying the
lead APC as troops begin to pour out of it and scatter in all directions.*

Wallace: Visual on the commander.

Seger: Take him.

Wallace: *squeezing the trigger smoothly, firing a titanium projectile at
nearly Mach 3 from his electromagnetic rifle* He's down.

Seger: Nice shot, Legolas.

Wallace: *chuckling as he downs another Iraqi* Thank you, Gimli. Too bad
your ax won't reach as far as my bow, eh?

Seger: Hey, now, that was halfway insulting!

Wallace: *dropping another officer* Of course. Would you expect anything
less from me?

Seger: *chuckling* No, no I wouldn't. *sets off another charge,
destroying the last APC and flipping it onto several troops.* Now I wonder
what's in that tanker that's so special. Command seemed rather uptight that
we not damage it.

Wallace: Probably some data or something, masquerading as an oil tanker.
Wait. What the hell is coming out of it?

Seger: *looking through the spotting scope* Oh shit. One of the ragheads
shot it. It's leaking some sort of gas.

Wallace: We're gone. *keying his radio mike* +Gandalf, this is Legolas.+

Command office: +Go ahead, Legolas+

Wallace: +The Ring has been found. Repeat, the Ring has been found.+

Command: +Copy, Legolas. The Skylord is on his way.+

Wallace: +We have a problem, Gandalf. The Ring has felt the fires of Doom+

Command: *shakily* +Roger, Legolas....Skylord is on his way. Rendezvous
at the Gap of Rohan+

Wallace: +Roger, Gandalf. Legolas out.+ *looking at Seger* We're out of
here, right now. I don't like the look of what's coming out of that tanker.

Seger: Agreed. *Emerging from the sand, the two men begin to jog south
towards the extraction zone*

Wallace: Gandalf sounded worried when I told him the tanker was damaged.

Seger: Yeah, he did.

Wallace: Bio or chem, what do you think?

Seger: Don't know, hopefully we won't find out. We were a good 1500 meters
away.

Wallace: Wind's toward us, though. *looking to the sky* There's the
skylord.

Seger: *seeing the chopper swinging towards them* About time. *noticing
the chopper's speed* John...They're not stopping.

Wallace: Shit. *waving his beacon towards the chopper* They have to see
us! *thinking for a second* The tanker... Shit, Bill! They're leaving us
out here because of the tanker!

Seger: *watching the chopper fly overhead, seeing the full biosuits the
crewmembers are wearing, and the large incendiery bomb carried under the
fuselage* My God, you're right. They're going to burn the whole valley.

Wallace: And they never had any intention of getting us out. *keying his
mike* +Gandalf! Gandalf, this is Legolas. Come in!+ *nothing but static
on the other end* Those sons of bitches!

Seger: It's only a few hundred klicks back to Minas Tirith. We can hump
that far.

Wallace: We'll have to. Let's go. *the two men shoulder their packs and
start to trudge through the desert, looking back in time to see the mushroom
cloud emerge over the ridgeline behind them.* Hopefully that takes care of
whatever's in the tanker.

Seger: Yeah...hopefully. *suddenly the world turns bright white, blinding
them both. Voices flitter in and out of their hearing...then all is black*

[[Destiny sickbay]]

Wallace: *slowly opening his eyes, finding himself in the
now-all-too-familiar confines of the sickbay* What...how...

Nurse (NPC): Ah, you finally decided to rejoin the land of the living.
Welcome back, Ensign.

Wallace: *Looking at the IV in his arm, the swatch of gauze and tape over
his midsection, as memory comes flooding back* I take it we got back alive.
How are the rest of the away team?

Nurse (NPC): They're fine. Dr. Kurdin even felt well enough to do your
operation. You got lucky, Ensign. Somehow that bullet missed all your
major organs.

Wallace: *remembering Iraq* Yeah, I guess I'm just a lucky guy. How long
till I'm back to work?

Nurse: Oh, a few days at least. We'll need to do some intestinal and skin
regeneration.

Wallace: I don't suppose there's any chance someone could bring me a
tumbler of my MacAllan, is there?

Nurse: No, sorry, Ensign. Alcohol would interfere with your meds.

Wallace: *sighing* I figured as much. Well, can I get a book, at least?

Nurse: Sure, what would you like?

Wallace: Well, I never finished Moorcock's Eternal Champion series. Can
you find the last three volumes?

Nurse: I'll see what I can do, Ensign.

Wallace: Thanks.

OFF:

Ensign John Wallace
TAC, USS Destiny



Trials Past And Trials Future...  

ON:

*Liri sighed as she came into the room and sat down* So, you heard...

Conely: Heard what?

Liri: Tensions are rising, big time...Relia calls it a prelude to war.

(Keyboard does not have usual sign to denote thoughts, I an
substituting ^^ instead.)

Conely: ^^^Great...the politicians know more than I was told...!šš
Oh? Who is Relia?

Liri: Promise not to tell?

Conely: Yes...

Liri: Relia Iycloki...he's an aide to a peominant member of council.

Conely: What did he say?

Liri: He said..."Premier denies involvment, tensions rising, possible
fleet massing. Great danger forseen, prelude to war. Watch your back
and prepare to fight. *shivers* I have never known Relia to
exagerate...

Conely: I'll check it out...

Liri: I will do the same...perhpas we can put something together
between the two of us...

*He nods, and they kiss. Liri sighs.*

Liri: Man, I wish I was done with this thing...! *indicates her still-
imobilized shoulder and left arm*

*He grins, knowing what she is reffering to, and she exits, leaving
him to perhaps contact someone else...*

[[A Few Minutes Later...]]

Liri: *coming into sickbay and making her way over to where Wallace
was* ^^He looks awful...I wonder if I looked that bad after my run in
with the Borg when _I_ was an ensign...!^^ *to Wallace*
Hello...*smiles slightly, trying to be humourus, bt the concern in
her voice shows through* You certainly had bad luck, didn't you?

[[Meanwhile...]]

*Vazsaya sat in her temporary quarters, awaiting word of the admiral
and the rest of his staff...she lowered her head in a silent prayer
that she and Suvock should not become the only survivng member of the
party...and then her commbadge beeped.*

Kurdin: +Ens. Vazsaya?+

Vazsaya: *desperatly* Yes???

OFF: Tags to Conely, Kurdin, and Wallace!

Liri



Trials Past And Trials Future...  

][[A Few Minutes Later...]]
]
]Liri: *coming into sickbay and making her way over to where Wallace
]was* ^^He looks awful...I wonder if I looked that bad after my run in
]with the Borg when _I_ was an ensign...!^^ *to Wallace*
]Hello...*smiles slightly, trying to be humourus, bt the concern in
]her voice shows through* You certainly had bad luck, didn't you?

ON:

[[Destiny Sickbay]]

Wallace: *smiling* I call it good luck. I'm alive, ain't I?

Liri: *shaking her head* I don't think I'd be so cheerful after being
shot.

Wallace: Wasn't the first time, probably won't be the last. Comes with the
job, ya know?

Liri: *sighing* Yes, I know.

Wallace: Ivan tells me that the regen treatments are progressing faster
than he'd expected, and I should be back on limited duty within a week, and
fully cleared in another week.

Liri: That's quick. Good to hear.

Wallace: *shrugging, then wincing slightly as the motion pulls at the
wound* I've always been a fast healer. Course, I didn't have the benefit
of three hundred years' worth of technological advancement the last time I
got shot, so you can see why I'm not too put out over it. I just wish I
could go back to my quarters and have a celebratory sip of a nice 15-year
Islay malt, but they said it'd interfere with the drugs they're giving me.
Doctor's orders, and all that.

Liri: *frowning at her immobilized arm* Yes, and all that.

Wallace: So what happened to you?

Liri: Got shot.

Wallace: *chuckling softly* What a pair. We should both be in Security,
you know that? Maybe then we'd avoid all this shooting!

Liri: *chuckling not-so-softly* Don't let Kelly hear that, she might take
offense!

Wallace: Any day I don't offend someone is a wasted day, boss. I gotta
keep all you legs on your toes, you know!

Liri: Of course. I'm sure Kevin would agree with that.

Wallace: I'm sure he would. *looking up at the nurse waiting by the
doorway* Well, the nice medical professional there is telling me it's time
for another regen treatment, so if you'll excuse me, boss...

Liri: Certainly. Get well, Ensign. I'll stop in later and chat some more.

Wallace: Roger that, boss. Give yer cat a good swift kick for me, eh?

Liri: *looking shocked* Wallace!

Wallace: Just pullin' yer chain. Remember what I said?

Liri: A day without offending anyone...

Wallace: *grinning* Right-0!

Liri: *chuckling* I'll see you later.

OFF:

Ensign John Wallace
TAC, USS Destiny



Vacation...?  

ON:

*Liri left sickbay shaking ehr head....come to think of it, it probably
_would_ seem wonderful to him to have access to all of the
annoying medical procedures she so despised....she made a
mental note to ask him how long it took him to heal the 'last
time'...!, and headed for her quarters, though she did not intend
to kick Riza...even if it hadn't been more than ehr life was worth to
try, most liekly...!*

Liri: Kevin? You here?

Conely: Yeah...

Liri: Oh, good...I was thinking we could go out to one of those
retaunts on the starbase for dinner tonight....rent a nice little hotel
room...have a little fun...

Conely: But, you're injured...

Liri: *grins* I'm sure we'll find a way to work around that...! *more
seriously* So, did you...find anything out...?

OFF: 

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Lt. Cmdr. Kyja Liri
CTO
USS Destiny