>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: You can't go home again Day: 3 Stardate: 2444.06.02 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Mars Base – Medical – Pilot - Ensign (J.G.) – Ire Williams – 00:05) (Mars Base – Medical – Medical/Couselor Ensign J.G. Quinna Solice – 00:05) (Mars Base – Medical – Pilot - Ensign (J.G.) – Ravok – 00:06) (Mars Base – Medical – Pilot – Ensign (J.G.) – Ire Williams – 00:12) (Mars Base, Sickbay, Sec/Tac Ensign jg Taya, 0013) (Mars Base – Medical – Medical/Counselor Ensign J.G. Quinna Solice – 00:15) (Mars Base – Medical – Medical/Counselor Ensign J.G. Quinna Solice – 0015) (Mars Base, Sickbay, Sec/Tac Ensign jg Taya, 0016) (Mars Base – Medical – Pilot - Ensign (J.G.) – Ire Williams – 00:18) (Mars Base – Medical – Pilot - Ensign (J.G.) – Ire Williams – 00:35) (Fighter Bay, Squadron One Hangar, Day 3 04:00 Hours) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities -1st Fighter Wing of Mars, Hangar 1, Maintenance bay – Pilot - Ensign (J.G.) Ire Williams - 0550) (Mars Facility – Admiral’s Office - CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 0600) (Mars Base- Science Annex,- Lab 3- Science Officer- Ensign Sekal- 0620) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities - Williams-Verin Family Quarters – CONN, Ensign (JG) Trip Williams - 07:15) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities, Admiral's Office - ENS JG Trip Williams - 08.00) (Mars Facility – Admiral’s Office - CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 0805) (Mars Facility – Admiral’s Office - CONN, ENS Trip Williams - 8:06) (Mars Facility – Admiral’s Office - CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 0809) (Mars Facility – Admiral’s Office -ENS JG Trip Williams – 0810) (Mars Base, Security Center, Office 5, Sec/Tac Ensign jg Taya, 0815) (U.S.S. Republic – Operations Office – CPO Charles Tamblyn - 0830) (Mars Base, Security Center, Office 4, SECTAC Ens(jg) Carson Peters, 0915) (Mars Base, Security Center, Office 5, Sec/Tac Ensign jg Taya, 0916) (Mars Base, Security Center, Office 5, SECTAC, Ens(jg) Carson Peters, 0917) (U.S.S. Republic – Bridge- Operations Station – CPO Charles Tamblyn - 1130) (U.S.S. Republic – Sickbay-- Ops/Sec – CPO Charles Tamblyn - 1145) (Starbase - OPS - CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 13:05) (Mars Base, Sec/Tac Ensign jg Taya, 1306) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities -1st Fighter Wing of Mars, hangar 2, squadron offices –ENS JG Trip Williams - 13.07) (Mars Base, SECTAC, Ens(jg) Carson Peters, 1308) (TDS Nineveh - Bridge- Trill Ambassador Addison MacCaulay - 13:08) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities 4th Mars Operation Squadron "The White Skulls", 1308 Hours) (Mars first fighter wing – Mars hangars – Pilot –Ensign jg Ravok (1308) (Mars/Phobos space. Runabout Samson 13:09 Hours) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities -Corridor – Pilot - Ensign (J.G.) Ire Williams - 13.10) (Starbase – Main Triage – MO Ailynn Bracken ( 3 – 13:10) (Mars 3rd defense fighter squadron – Peregrine attack fighter Warbird 1 – Pilot –Ensign jg Ravok (1311) (ENS j.g Petrova-OPS Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities 4th Mars Operation Squadron "The White Skulls", 1312 Hours) (Mars base - Operations Control - Science Officer- Ensign Sekal-, 1312) (Starbase – Main Triage – MO Kasian Poldan( 3 – 13:13) (Type 11 Shuttlecraft Draco - Cockpit - CONN Ens JG Trip Williams - 13.15) (Mars Facilities - Main Triage - ENS jg Counselor Ariel Trei - 13.15) (Mars 4th defense fighter squadron – Runabout Samson – Pilot –Ensign jg Petrova (1315 Hours-Z) (Runabout Delilah, Sec/Tac Ensign jg Taya, 1316) (U.S.S. Republic – Bridge – OPS/SEC- CPO Charles Tamblyn - 1317) (Starbase - OPS – Pilot - Ensign (J.G.) Ire Williams - 13.18) (Martian Surface – Verteron Array – Engineer – Ensign JG Keira Merek – 1320) (TDS Nineveh - Bridge- Trill Ambassador Addison MacCaulay - 13:30) (Type 11 Shuttlecraft Draco - Cockpit - CONN Ens JG Trip Williams - 13.31) (M03 squadron - peregrine attack fighter- pilot Ens JG Ravok - 13.33) (TDS Nineveh - Bridge- Trill Ambassador Addison MacCaulay - 13:34) (Type 11 Shuttlecraft Draco - Cockpit - CONN Ens JG Trip Williams - 13.36) (M03 Warbirds squadron- Peregrine fighter - pilot Ens JG Ravok- 13.37) (Runabout Delilah, SECTAC Ens(jg) Carson Peters, 1340) (Mars Base, Enlisted Quarters 1410 Hours) (PO3rd Christopher Castile-ENG, Reactor Room Mars Base 14:30 Hours-Z) (U.S.S. Republic – Bridge – OPS/SEC- CPO Charles Tamblyn - 1430) (U.S.S. Republic – Engineering – OPS/SEC- CPO Charles Tamblyn - 1450) (Mars defense hangar- M03 hangar bay - pilot Ens JG Ravok- 1500) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Mars Base – Medical – Pilot - Ensign (J.G.) – Ire Williams – 00:05) Ire dreamed images came and went in the fog of his mind. His parents, the Road Runner at high warp, Aunty Coleridge, the Endeavour with all its sails spread wide to catch the light sailing hard with the wind behind it. (Reply medical) The voice came and with that voice understanding, the endeavour dissolved like smoke in the wind. (Reply medical) He opened his eyes and looked at the figure above him as it slowly began to resolve into focus. “Where am I?” (Reply medical) (Reply medical any) (Posted by Robbie) (Mars Base – Medical – Medical/Couselor Ensign J.G. Quinna Solice – 00:05) Quinna volunteered to stay in Medical overnight. She could not sleep anyway, Her roommate seemed to not have issues with sleeping. She thought she could keep busy with the storage room. It seemed that medical would be busier than the anticipated. Quinna stood over a bio bed going through a box and every so often, she would look over at the patient a few beds away. She noticed the stirs of someone about to wake up. “Hey, Mr. Williams, I need you to wake up and open your eyes.” Quinna was soft in tone, she looked at his eyes anticipating them to open. Quinna continued, “Please, it is time to open them.” Quinna let out a sigh of relief a they opened. “Where am I?” “You are in medical. I am Quinna.” Quina said as she pulled out a tricorder and now scanned brain activity since her patient is awake. (Reply Williams) “You had quite a scare. Try not to move too much.” Quinna said as she was satisfied with her readings. “Do you have much pain?” Quinna reached for a hypo spray to inject for the pain. (Reply Williams) “The truth is, you are pretty battered up. You had seveal broken bones. Lucky that broken rib did not preferate any major organs. You do have a cracked skull and concussion.” Quinna took a deep breath. (Reply Williams) “Well actually you had burns on you body as well,” Quinna then added a little more. “Good news is there will not be a scar.” Deep Breath, “Serious though, you are lucky.” (Reply Williams) (Posted by Kris) (Mars Base – Medical – Pilot - Ensign (J.G.) – Ravok – 00:06 Ravok is sitting in the medical bay . Waiting for for Ire to come to ~ what the hell happened, why didnt transporters function right. What happened to him up there. Sensors didnt indicate any other ship . No sign of an attack. Why the hell was he up there alone. ?~ Ravok thought to himself worried sick to his stomach. A nurse looks at Ravok " are you ok sir , you look a little green " Ravok looked at her " I look a little green because I'm romulan and my blood pressure is sky high right now " he snapped at her. She looked at him. Ravok took a deep breath and rubbed his face with his hands and looked back up at her " look I'm sorry I just have alot on my mind , is he gonna be ok ?" ( reply Ire, medical or any other ) ( posted by davis ) (Mars Base – Medical – Pilot – Ensign (J.G.) – Ire Williams – 00:12) “You are in medical. I am Quinna.” Ire look up as the image coalesced into a woman with green eyes. “Medical okay thank you Quinna.” “You had quite a scare. Try not to move too much.” Which meant that he automatically tried to move. He winced and lay back again. ~Well that was stupid~ “Do you have much pain?” He gave a slight smile. “Where do I not!” He paused for a moment. “Head hurts and also my chest.” He felt heard the hiss of a hypospray and the cool feeling calmly spread across his body. “The truth is, you are pretty battered up. You had several broken bones. Lucky that broken rib did not perforate any major organs. You do have a cracked skull and concussion.” “I guess that’s why things are still bit floaty and I can feel pain when I breath.” “Well actually you had burns on you body as well,” “Good news is there will not be a scar.” “Serious though, you are lucky.” “Could have been a lot worse also.” (Reply Solace) “Do you know who I got here as the last thing remember was falling out of the cockpit?” (Reply Solace) (Reply Solace, any) (Posted by Robbie) (Mars Base, Sickbay, Sec/Tac Ensign jg Taya, 0013) Taya hurriedly stepped into sickbay, her eyes darting until she saw the reason she was there. While working late in her office, she got a security alert from fighter control, that one of the pilots flying a Peregrine was in an emergency situation. She listened live, hoping the pilot would survive. When he was sent to sickbay, she left her office. Taya had never worked with a fighter wing, so she didn't want to overstep on protocol in the investigation of what had caused the problem, but until ruled out, there was always the possibility of sabotage, rather than a mechanical malfunction or pilot error. For overall security of the Mars facility, she needed to conduct her own investigation. Stepping next to the biobed, she heard the last part of the doctor telling the pilot his injuries. "Do you know who I got here, as the last thing remember was falling out of the cockpit?" said the pilot. Before the doctor replied, Taya introduced herself, then spoke directly to the pilot. "I'm Ensign Taya from security. As soon as you're able, I need to ask you about what happened." Straight and to the point. (reply Ire, Solace, any) (posted by Rob) (Mars Base – Medical – Medical/Counselor Ensign J.G. Quinna Solice – 00:15) “Could have been a lot worse also.” Quinna smiled, “Yes it could have. Trust me, you do not want me to list the ways.” “Do you know who I got here as the last thing remember was falling out of the cockpit?” All Quinna remembered is that she was brought in but when she was about to explain what she knew, she was interrupted. "I'm Ensign Taya from security. As soon as you're able, I need to ask you about what happened." “Excuse me?” Quinna was flabbergasted about the intrusion. “Now is not the time.” (Taya, Ire Williams Reply) (Played my Kris B.) (Mars Base – Medical – Medical/Counselor Ensign J.G. Quinna Solice –) Quinna yawned as she was about to leave her bunk. She had spent 36 hours on duty in medical and was dead on her feet. When the Klaxon went off, the adrenalin instantly woke her up. Quinna turned as Bracken started spouting orders. It seemed to come out naturally. It made sense that some organization was needed so the medical group was not on top of each other. It was an issue that was not brought up before. “Kaz. Take my six. Main triage could be a busy night, Quin, take charge of duty trauma, emergency surgical, keep me personally posted of everything, If it gets quiet I can fly trauma surgery. Trei, you’re a counsellor I know, and your skills will be needed later. However now, I need you on the floor, you’ve done basic – Take backup on trauma first response, bounce off Solice. Run off each other, and use your training. We’ve all done ER stints, well this could got the distance. Be careful out there. Dismissed.” “Way ahead of you,” Quinna replied as Bracken was still talking. She headed back to the triage area. She looked around, grabbled a medical tricorder. Goal was to treat immediate cases and get the out of the way. She hated to do it, but it was a fix it and get them out mode. No time to get personal with the treatment. Those more serious would be stabilized. (Reply any) (Played my Kris B.) (Mars Base, Sickbay, Sec/Tac Ensign jg Taya, 0016) "I'm Ensign Taya from security. As soon as you're able, I need to ask you about what happened." "Excuse me? Now is not the time." Taya looked at the woman in blue. "Yes, Doctor, which is why I said, when you're able. I know the pilot needs medical care, but I also need to conduct an investigation. The fresher things are in his mind, the better the chance of discovering what happened." She looked at the pilot. "How long until he can answer questions? He looks like he can now." (reply Solice, Ire) (posted by Rob B.) (Mars Base – Medical – Pilot - Ensign (J.G.) – Ire Williams – 00:18) “Could have been a lot worse also.” “Yes it could have. Trust me, you do not want me to list the ways.” “Do you know who I got here as the last thing remember was falling out of the cockpit?” An Andorian ensign entered the room and Ire looked over. "I'm Ensign Taya from security. As soon as you're able, I need to ask you about what happened." "Excuse me? Now is not the time." "Yes, Doctor, which is why I said, when you're able. I know the pilot needs medical care, but I also need to conduct an investigation. The fresher things are in his mind, the better the chance of discovering what happened." "How long until he can answer questions? He looks like he can now." He looked at Solice. “It’s okay.” He gave a reassuring smile knowing that if he gave a preliminary statement then he could give a more in depth one later. “I can give you a preliminary statement and I will make sure it will not take too long.” He looked from Solice to Taya. (Reply Solace, Taya) He paused for a moment before starting. “I was doing a shake down flight with peregrine fighter 13-02313. She had been suffering from unknown computer spikes. My support chief has the data on file. I decided to take her up to see if we had cleared the problem. Everything had been fine until I began to descend to the ground side. Some went wrong my port thrusters were fully open and my starboard thrusters would not respond along with my main engines. She went into an uncontrollable spin which I could not recover form as she began to fall apart around me. I was knocked unconscious as I was sucked out of the cockpit. I woke up here with the good doctor looking after me.” (Reply Solace, Taya) (Reply Solace, Taya, any) (Posted by Robbie) (Mars Base – Medical – Pilot - Ensign (J.G.) – Ire Williams – 00:35) As the doors opened, he saw a familiar figure waiting outside. ~What’s Ravok doing here~ He waved past the retreating nurse and caught Ravok’s eye. “Hay Ravok. Quick get in here before the staff lock me down for a while.” (Reply Ravok) (Reply Ravok, any) (Posted by Robbie) (PO3rd Castile-ENG, ENS J.G Petrova Ops 23:00 hours, Level 3, Mars base) ~The work is spreading, and it's going to require some bloodletting.~ Castile thought the lyrics and hummed Kiss Me Son of God. Castile touched a pannel and it sparked up. The console went dead and he heard boots behind him. He inhaled sharply. He knew he was about to be asked something by somebody. He felt a tap. At least whoever was doing this had the decentcy to treat him like a human. He turned around and saw some blond haired Ensign standing there. She had a swagger stick and a PADD. "Petty Officer?" She asked and she spoke in a thick Russian accent. "Aye sir?" He asked. "I require your presence. This is a list of things the fighter wing requires. Starting from a hanger refit to simulators programmed. As of now the repairs you make to base defense is a priority." She said. She then tucked the stick under an arm. She handed the PADD over. ~Joy more overtime. Thanks just what I wanted.~ Castile sighed. "We are working on restoring internal sensors, because somebody hooked up a replicator to the network that I said not to do, and the software was incompatible with the base and blew out the ODN consoles on this entire level. But sure, I will drop what I am doing. Free Mars right?" Ensign Petrova looked confused. "Sorry you reminded me of the Free Mars song by Russian Vixen." He said with a shrug. Alexandra looked at him with a look of contempt, then eased up. "Mister Castile, I do not want to be your friend. I am issuing you an order. Unless it is a function requiring top priority I had better see you in the hangar bay doing work." Castile sighed, "Alright, we got double shifts round the clock, I am senior Damage Control and Repair specialist. I will get on it... Expect a crewman La Chance and Schummer to come to the hangar bay for repair assessment and tagging of damaged equipment." "Also.. I am procuring the Sampson for my duties, you will install a combat sled on it. I will be using it for the forseable future." She talked like she wasn't going to be argued with. With that she did an about face and walked away. La Chance poked a dark hand down from the vent, "Okay line is fixed boss." He saw Petronva walk away and gave an apprecative whistle. "I remember her she landed, all she did was complain 'bout da busted hangar and why the engineering lab smelled like gumbo." La Chance said. Castile looked at him, "Why does it smell like gumbo you made that like a week ago." Schummer said, "We are using old replicator patterns and I am not sure if the new software updates took." Castile looked at both men, "Alright we have been diverted to helpthe squadrons, Schummer get down to the hangar and work on the fuel line for the fighters, La Chance you start repair work on the perimiter defense network. Double shifts. I am going to set the bar and work a triple if you guys want when we hit the end of the shifts, I got some beer I have been brewing next to the boilers." "I am going to cobble together some starfighters. I figure double shifts we should have a full squadron up and running in a week, week and a half. IF the parts are there. Alright guys lets get to work." He added. (Fighter Bay, Squadron One Hangar, Day 3 04:00 Hours) He saw the Samson parked in the hangar, He sighed. She had been a pet project along with the Delilah when he arrived they were hulks, he had given both Yellowstones life. He admired his work when he shook out of it. "Schumer, pass me the decoupler if you can." Castile said this as he finished working on a fighter subsystem. Schumer looked overworked and overwhelmed. He had spent the past four hours working on tracing the clog in the fuel line. He looked angry even for a german? No especially for a German! Schumer handed him the decoupler. "Chris this work is even more exhausting then when we kicked the generators on from the backups. Only there aren't the gratitude messages." Schummer adjusted his wire frame glasses. "Ricky told me the Maid Marrion is coming to drop off suplies and personel in time for mein birthday." He tried to gauge Castile's reaction. Castile smiled for a moment as the fighter came to life. He chewed his lower lip and looked at Schumer. "It will be good to see Kelley. Maybe we can all have lunch?" Schummer laughed, "I thought you two were still an item?" "What? No.. she got busted and so did I, we called it quits." Castile said. "Alright one fighter back online. get Ricky to haul us up some more deturerium for the ejector manafolds." He said twirlling a spanner. Schummer gave a nod. "Also give La Chance a hand with the remote phaser turrets.. I will take things from here." He beckoned Schummer to leave. Which he promptly did. Castile looked at the Red Dragon One Fighter and began to go over it with a tricorder. "Thats odd, the antimatter containment safety has been tampered with. Lucky this was caught or else this could have been a bad thing." He said to himself. He took his PADD and began to take pictures and file a report with Engineering, Carbon copying his report to security about a saftey device being tampered with. it was not wear and tear. He sighed as he felt tiredness hit him. He saw the briefing room and a coffee maker in there. He walked into the break room and poured himself the black nectar and began to sigh. For a moment he found himself thinking of the past. He heard footsteps behind him and turned around. Standing there was Petranova. "Well if it isn't the mysterious woman who loves to order me around. We got a bird working all she needed was some TLC, Also got Red Dragon One back up. We also got the Samson back up for you. I got three men fabricating a new weapons sled right now." Helooked at her expecting at least a thank you. She gave none. Shejust nodded and said, "You did your duty." Then dropped a fresh filter in the pot. Along with actual coffee grounds from a large orange can from a cabinet. It took a moment for the pot to start making fresh brew. "Who programmed you?" he asked with a smart alec's witt. She sighed, "I do not appreciate that remark." "Well I got bad news, You came to me wanting me to perform miracles when I should be sleeping." He chugged down the rest of his coffee. "Now I am in the middle of a tripple shift, So unless you got things you want me to do? I got to get back to work." Castile was up to here with this woman and stomped out of the room back into the hangar. (No Response needed) (Brought to you by Robert H and Kaylah) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities -1st Fighter Wing of Mars, Hangar 1, Maintenance bay – Pilot - Ensign (J.G.) Ire Williams - 0550) Ire looked at the six UMTSC laid out in front of him in one corner of the hanger deck. He had managed to get them transported to the hanger deck and Tyrol had given him some space in the maintenance deck. The had wandered over and given them a sceptical look and muttered something about playing with toys before going back to his busy schedule. He had run another diagnostic to make sure that they were all functioning well, after that he had checked the compact phaser cannons and quantum mini-torpedoes launchers along. He had slid down from the roof of the last UMTSC when he heard footsteps approaching. “Hay boss are you sure you should be up in your condition?” He turned to see Ensign (J.G.) Biel striding towards him. She was his second in command was in charge while he was grounded. She had also been a friend at the academy during flight training which helped their working relationship. “I had a few hours sleep and then decided that I could at least try and get them flyable while I have the chance.” She nodded as she looked them over. “You still going to fly boss? You are not going to remote control these things from ground side are you?” He shook his head. “No I need to find a way to get enough computer processing into one of the shuttles so that I can do both.” She nodded. “You could take the type 11? or you become a back seater with a pilot.” He smiled but shook his head. “Its been pegged for AWACs.” He indicated to the sealing. “I am sure some hidden somewhere is the small craft that I need.” He paused for a moment. “You good taking the Void Haunter’s up.” She grinned at him as she headed back to the fighters “If you are not quick getting back to flight status, I will take them from you.” He smiled back. “Just don’t mess up my squadron.” She waved back as exited the bay as he turned back looking at the UMTSC and thought about what Biel had said. ~maybe back seating would be a good idea, but I also need a shuttle that can keep me in the fight without being a hindrance to the squadron~ He picked up a near by PADD and send a query to the main frame about size of shuttle and small craft that would fit his needs. ~It can’t be too small, or it won’t fit but also not too big as it has to fit into a ship’s hanger~ He let the PADD do its search as he headed out of the maintenance bay and into the hanger deck to watch the Void Haunters take off. (reply any) (Posted by Robbie) (Mars Facility – Admiral’s Office - CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 0600) After another night on the station, Remae has returned to his office. He was falling into a routine and on the way to his office, several members of Starfleet and others had cottoned onto his walking routine. Greeting him as he completed a new daily walk around the facility. Everytime the Admiral walked around, there seemed to be more people, new arrivals setting up. Starfleet and others setting up their areas. (Mars Facility – Admiral’s Office - CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 0805) The Admiral was having one of his first meetings of the day with Ensign Trip Williams. Remae was handed a new PADD, looks like it was going to be one of those days… It appeared that a Ferengi had setup shop in the nearby town and had started selling parts and who knew what else? "... It's not a lot, but it is also quite a lot.", ended Trip, with his proposal about paying for some parts. The Admiral looked at the price, it wasn’t a small amount but it was an amount. “Very well, Ensign – you’ll get your latinum as we have a small supply available which will cover this request, but, as for Mr Rook, I’m going to have security look into him as well, see what we can find out this Ferengi.”, he said and walked over to a small secure panel in the wall, it unlocked and inside were a few items of interest. Remae handed over a vile of latinum to the Ensign for payment and perhaps a little more that was needed. He figured it could be useful to have a little bit of credit, just in case. “Anything else?”, asked the Admiral as he sat down again. (Reply from Trip, Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (Mars Base- Science Annex,- Lab 3- Science Officer- Ensign Sekal- 0620) He had gotten a solid five hours of sleep before making his morning preparations and meeting the new technical staff in the auditorium as before. The fresh group had been similarly divided and sent to the various locations in order to further the work there. Sekal had two of the techs from yesterday in the chamber with him who had been moving diagnostic equipment aside. "The Mass Spectral Analyzer unit will go in that location." He motioned to the space that had just been cleared and watched as they slid the unit in. After it was positioned he opened his toolkit and removed a manetizer/demagnetizer which he would use to open the rear panel as well as a bonding tool with which to attach the iso optical cables which were already laid out in preparation. As he was starting his work they were clearing out more space. The rest of the technical staff was engaged in cleaning and clearing out more junk from the remaining labs that had not already been gone over. The work in this lab would continue through most of the day and while the lighting in Lab three was active all other power to it had been shut down and secured. After this unit was completely installed he would take time for breakfast as his aides were further involved in rearranging the room. Realistically speaking his timeline appeared at this point to allow for testing to begin on the fourth day if the equipment in the lab was proven functional. And there was still needed equipment he was short of which he was even now considering the most effective method of acquiring. Since the newest member of the science technical staff was a geologist it was perfectly logical to have him run the initial testing phase. Sekal himself had many interests including a long running one on the crystal but geology was not his primary and could be considered more of a professional hobby. (Reply: Any) (Posted by Charles Gatling) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities - Williams-Verin Family Quarters – CONN, Ensign (JG) Trip Williams - 07:15) Trip sat at the desk in his bedroom. He had hoped to get more than six hours of sleep, but thanks to Dr. Solice they were six good ones. He had even had time to get a thirty minute run in around the base. It was weird running in Mar's gravity, but he got the hang of it by the end. As he stepped out of the shower and got dressed, something told him that he needed to make a call. He had had a long and interesting day that had left him very introspective and retrospective and he knew he needed to make a call. He pressed a few buttons and the call went through. On the other end of the line appeared a man, roughly in his late 50's, that looked similar to Trip. His brown hair was going gray as was his beard. The famous William's family beard. Trip could grow one to match, but he had never tried. Maybe the time to grow one was near. =/\=What's up son?=/\= The man on the other end of the line said. His name was Duke Williams, former First Officer of the USS Spectre, then Dean of Engineering of Starfleet Academy, currently working at the Starfleet Corps of Engineers. "Not much dad, I just wanted to call you. I uhhh. I think I owe you an apology." Trip said with a conciliar tone. =/\= You're not cage fighting again, are you?=/\= "Wait you knew about that?!" Trip had thought he had hid that from his folks. "Who told you, was it Sy, was it Lynn, was it Skyler, who spilled the beans." =/\= Your mom and I knew from the start. She's a telepath, and you were always terrible at hiding things from her. We let it go on because you were good and we knew you needed to work somethings out. Your grandfather and I were at almost every one, hidden, just making sure you wouldn't die. You scared us that one time. =/\= "So you're telling me this whole time you and gramps knew and you let me basically keep it from everybody. And you were there when I was almost stabbed to death." =/\= Who do you think drove you to miss Bracken's? Son, we didn't interfere because we knew you needed to figure out your identity. I was the same way. When I was in high school, I wanted desperately not to be my dad, so I threw myself into engineering so no one could ever command track me. I took on the nickname Duke, because everyone called me little Duke Jimmy, because I was a captain's son. I didn't want them to have power over me, so I took the nickname and made it my own. I said, yeah, I'm Duke Williams, and you know what, once I accepted that, that I was always gonna be my own person, but always tied to my dad, well I became much happier. I wanted to you to find that same realization. =/\= "Yeah, I was such a little turd Dad, I mean, didn't it hurt when I kept saying I never wanted to be you, that I hated being a third." =/\= It stung, but my dad helped me through it, the same way his dad helped him when I acted like a brat. Son, we're a family that has been in Starfleet since the start in the 22nd century, we all carry that baggage, your uncles Michael and Gabriel became marines as there way of coping with it. I just knew I needed to be patient and wait for you to grow up. =/\= "Dad, if I could be half the officer you were, I'd be a good one." =/\= Son, I just want you to be you, wherever your life takes you, I will be proud of you and that will be enough. =/\= "I found the Exeter prototype dad, I'm sorry they took her away from you. I spent so much time, hating that I was in the shadow of your legacy, of gramps, I never realized that Starfleet took your legacy from under your feet." =/\= Trip, my legacy will always be you, Skyler, and Sienna, whatever you do in life is more important to me then a Starship. =/\= Trip began to tear up, he missed his dad, he wished that he had been less of a jerk to him, but finally for the first time in his life, his dad and him were on the same page. No more running from his lineage, he was going to embrace it. Because living his life to the full was the best way to honor his dad. "I'm going to finish it dad. For you, for me, for us." =/\= Nothing would make me happier son. How is your sister? =/\= "She's ok. I haven't had time to talk to her. We have completely different schedules and starting tonight I've got delta shift so we will probably see eachother less. She had a psychic episode yesterday but she's recovering." =/\= Good. Take care of your sister ok and let her take care of you. Your mom and I are proud of you. I'd put her on but she's out with a new horse. =/\= "That's ok. Tell her I love her will you." At that moment another man in his 80s entered the frame of the screen. It was James Andrew Williams I. =/\=Trip my boy how the hell are you? You doing good son.=/\= The elder Williams added. "I doing great gramps. I'm doing great. I love you both. I just want you to know that. I'm proud to be James Andrew Williams the third." The three Williams looked at each other and smiled. "=/\=I love you son and I'm proud of you. And tell your sister I love her too.=/\= "I will dad. I'll try and call later when mom is home and Sy is around. Take care guys. Stay out of trouble." (Reply none) (Posted by William Banowsky) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities, Admiral's Office - ENS JG Trip Williams - 08.00) Trip waited for the Admiral to buzz him through and then entered the office. He was carrying with him a PADD of purchasable resources, and of course the costs. "Sir, thank you for taking the time to meet with me," Trip said. He was a little intimidated by the one on one with admiral. It was one thing for him to tell Trip what to do, it was more nerve racking for Trip to be asking for an approved purchase order. He had been meaning to turn the proposal in yesterday, but the day got away from him. Trip handed him the PADD. "Sir, this is a proposal for some purchases, latinum required, that I'd like to make that should be beneficial for the department. Cyber warfare suite for electronic surveillance, some fighter parts, medical equipment, and a constitution class refit deflector dish I hope to re-purpose for one of the ships in the shipyards." (Reply Remae) "Not sure how trustworthy the guy is but I get the sense he wants the base's business, so he might be willing to haggle. Plus he wants to throw in a free captain's yacht as an incentive to get you to say yes. The price is listed, I'd rather not say it out loud. It's not a lot, but it is also quite a lot." (Reply Remae) (Reply Remae) (posted by WB) (Mars Facility – Admiral’s Office - CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 0805) The Admiral was having one of his first meetings of the day with Ensign Trip Williams. Remae was handed a new PADD, looks like it was going to be one of those days… It appeared that a Ferengi had setup shop in the nearby town and had started selling parts and who knew what else? "... It's not a lot, but it is also quite a lot.", ended Trip, with his proposal about paying for some parts. The Admiral looked at the price, it wasn’t a small amount but it was an amount. “Very well, Ensign – you’ll get your latinum as we have a small supply available which will cover this request, but, as for Mr Rook, I’m going to have security look into him as well, see what we can find out this Ferengi.”, he said and walked over to a small secure panel in the wall, it unlocked and inside were a few items of interest. Remae handed over a vile of latinum to the Ensign for payment and perhaps a little more that was needed. He figured it could be useful to have a little bit of credit, just in case. “Anything else?”, asked the Admiral as he sat down again. (Reply from Trip, Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (Mars Facility – Admiral’s Office - CONN, ENS Trip Williams - 8:06) Trip took the latinum and placed it securely in his pocket. He was going to have one of the enlisted men make the drop. He didn't know if Rook was going to be his usual self or more docile, and the last thing Trip wanted to do was punch a Ferengi in the face. “Anything else?”, asked the Admiral as he sat down again. "Yes sir, actually," Trip said sheepishly, "The NX-1672 Exeter class prototype in orbit. I'd like permission to finish it. I wont let any of the resources take away from fixing the Republic and that should be top priority. It's umm more of a vanity project." (Reply Remae iyw) "My dad was the lead designer on it, before this place shut down, and it's closer to being fixed then some of the run down ships in the graveyard up there. I don't know, I just think it might be a nice hobby I guess, finish what he started. But before I start putting in more time and resources, I wanted your approval, sir." (Reply Remae) (Reply Remae) (posted by Will) (Mars Facility – Admiral’s Office - CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 0809) Ensign Williams had more to say after taking the Admiral’s supply of liquid latinum. There was a request to fix up a ship that was in orbit. One of the hulls was an Exeter class starship. Remae looked up the ship on his database and looked over it for a moment, “That’s quite a ship for 1 person to fix up, Ensign. Are you sure you want to spend your downtime on a work-related project?”, he asked, concerned for the mental health of the officer. "My dad was the lead designer on it, before this place shut down, and it's closer to being fixed then some of the run down ships in the graveyard up there.”, he said before asking for approval to start working on her. “Permission granted, Ensign. I’ll grant you access but, this is a project for occasional work, I still require you to be fit and be able to do your regular duties… understood?”, he said and passed the PADD back. The PADD contained the correct access codes for the ship. (Reply from Trip, Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (Mars Facility – Admiral’s Office -ENS JG Trip Williams – 0810) “Permission granted, Ensign. I’ll grant you access but, this is a project for occasional work, I still require you to be fit and be able to do your regular duties… understood?”, he said and passed the PADD back. The PADD contained the correct access codes for the ship. "Don't worry sir, I will make sure that I put most of my energy towards my duties. I know this is a vanity project, sir, but I'm sure it will also be therapeutic. Help me work out some..." Trip paused, "stuff." Trip then took the PADD and clutched it in his hands. "Sir, I'm not one to be a kiss ass, its not my style, but from the bottom of my heart thank you. I appreciate this opportunity to finish what my dad started." (Reply Remae) "Sir, if it is fine with you, may I be dismissed?" (Reply Remae) Trip stood up and headed towards the door. As he approached the door he turned around. "Sir, like I said, I'm not a kiss ass, and I'm not sure if what you are selling us is bull or not. But its my kind of bull." Trip then nodded and left the office. (Reply Remae if you want) (Reply Remae) (posted by Will B.) (Mars Base, Security Center, Office 5, Sec/Tac Ensign jg Taya, 0815) Taya had stayed up late last night getting caught up on the Mars facility, so she had gotten only a few hours sleep in her quarters. Back in her office, she was nibbling on an energy bar. Andorians had a high metabolism, so they needed to eat often to maintain themselves. Going through the usual reports of the day, her aid, Petty Officer Kirby, made sure she saw something of utmost importance. Not everything was known yet, but there had been a psionic attack against a science team that had visited the Mystique in space dock. Two of her fellow ensigns from security were there, but she had yet to speak with them about it. This was troubling and could be a very large security concern. It needed to be addressed. (Mars Base, Admiral's Office, Sec/Tac Ensign jg Taya, 0831) When Admiral Remae gave Taya permission to enter his office, she got right to the point. "Thank you for seeing me, sir. I don't know if you're current on this, but I just learned Ensigns Sekal and Williams-Verin suffered a telepathic attack yesterday while on the Mystique in space dock. Ensigns Flagg and Peters from security were also there, but were unaffected. Since we don't know what this threat is or what caused it, or if other ships in dock are affected, I ask that we meet with the science team and all security ensigns to discuss the matter." (reply Remae) (posted by Rob B.) (U.S.S. Republic – Operations Office – CPO Charles Tamblyn - 0830) Tamblyn was already having a strange day onboard the Republic. It started with putting on a red uniform with his enlisted rank insignia on. Even when he entered the Operations office, something seemed…odd. Charles just didn’t know what. So he went over to the front desk and accessed the terminal and began his day by going through his messages. “What the hell? Why am I getting everyone’s daily reports?” Charles said to no one in particular as he was receiving messages and reports that should have gone to the senior ranking non-commissioned officer of the ship; also referred to as the Chief-of-the-Boat or CoB for short. All Charles could do is take all the information from the various reports and compile them into a summery for the Skipper’s morning briefing. Once he finished what he was doing, he looked up to see crewmen milling around and officers discussing who would be selected as department head. Tamblyn finally stood up from his terminal and whistled as loudly as he could causing an echo in the room. (Reply any) Tamblyn held out a PADD to the first officer to say anything to him. “Congratulations sir, here is all the information you will need for this morning’s briefing with the Admiral. That is unless you want me to give him the department’s morning brief, sir?” (Reply same or any) Tamblyn sat back down and looked around the room before returning his focus to the officer that has spoken to him, “Sir, as a Bounty Hunter and a Starfleet Reservist, I am used to dealing informally to achieve my objectives. In this case, my objective is to get this department running as smoothly as possible.” (Reply any) (Reply any) (Posted by Charles R.) (Mars Base, Security Center, Office 4, SECTAC Ens(jg) Carson Peters, 0915) After the events of the day before Carson had hit his quarters early the evening before. Before he had bedded down, he had noted that Sanok had been redeployed and had left the base already. Something was fishy with that; he had only been here for 2 days and the fact he had left so quickly. Something very fishy indeed. Carson had decided he would keep an eye on the man’s career, keep an eye on it from afar. He had also noted that a new Security Ensign had reported in his place, Carson’s last thought before passing out was that at least they were not going to be short handed due to Sanoks sudden absence. Once he had woken up and headed into the Security Offices his first job was to introduce himself to the new recruit however she was nowhere to be found, after a quick ask around the department it seemed that she had a meeting with the Admiral. So Carson went about collating the information she would need to help her bed in quickly and as soon as she re-appeared on the department, he stuck his head around the corner of her office door and said, “Ensign Taya?” He asked also hoping that using the shortened version of her Andorian name would not be too offensive. He had never been the best with pronunciation. Before she could respond, he moved into the office with a smile on his face. “I hope I’m not intruding, I’m Carson Peters – one of the senior officers around here. I just wanted to introduce myself and welcome you to the department as I missed you yesterday.” (Reply Taya) “Before you arrived, we had decided on splitting up the security personnel into five distinct squadrons, with each available ensign in charge. Since Sanok is no longer with us, I’ve re-assigned his personnel to report to you.” Carson said, as he passed her the padd with the information on her squadron on. (Reply Taya) “Hopefully, we have a quieter day today compared to yesterday, really give you the chance to get to meet everyone and get your feet under the rug, so to speak.” Carson said this with a slight smile on his face as he remembered the day before. (Reply Taya) (Posted by Jono Bradley) (Mars Base, Security Center, Office 5, Sec/Tac Ensign jg Taya, 0916) Taya was back in her office after speaking with Admiral Remae about the telepathic attacks on the Mystique. "Ensign Taya?" Someone was peaking around the corner. It was Ensign Carson Peters, who she recognized from his file photo. He stepped into the office. "I hope I’m not intruding. I’m Carson Peters, one of the senior officers around here. I just wanted to introduce myself and welcome you to the department, as I missed you yesterday." Taya stood up. She never understood the Human custom of shaking hands, so she left hers at her sides. "It's nice to meet you, Carson. May I call you Carson? Call me Taya." She realized she was beginning to ramble, a trait she got from her mother, though she was making a concerted effort to deal with it. "Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable. Would you like something from the replicator? Coffee? Tea? Juice? Water?" When he didn't order anything, she sat back down. "Before you arrived, we had decided on splitting up the security personnel into five distinct squadrons, with each available ensign in charge. Since Sanok is no longer with us, I’ve re-assigned his personnel to report to you." Carson handed her a PADD. "I'll study the plan," said Taya. "Thank you." "Hopefully, we have a quieter day today compared to yesterday. Really give you the chance to get to meet everyone and get your feet under the rug, so to speak." Carson smiled. Taya wrinkled her forehead and looked at the floor. It was metal and had no carpet. In any case, why would she want to place her feet under one? It must have been another one of those Human idioms she was regularly trying to figure out. "I've been doing a lot of reading," said Taya. "I still have catching up to do. Is there anything else you can tell me that I need to know?" (reply Peters, any in security) (posted by Rob B.) (Mars Base, Security Center, Office 5, SECTAC, Ens(jg) Carson Peters, 0917) As Carson finished speaking Taya looked somewhat confused and looked towards the floor as if something he had said, had confused her. He replayed what he'd just said through his head as Taya began speaking, "I've been doing a lot of reading," said Taya. "I still have catching up to do. Is there anything else you can tell me that I need to know?" Carson finally took the open seat, not one to stand when there was no need to. "Well you're only really a day behind the rest of us, it won't take long to catch up. As for need to know, let me think.." he took another second to recollect his thoughts from what had happened so far. "You've met with the Admiral, so I imagine you're aware of our standing orders, ie. Get security up and running for the base. Place is on lockdown, I'm hoping you noticed the extra security measures when landing? Any extra precautions you think could be added, having been through the screening yourself?" (Reply Taya) "OK, let's look into that. A lot of our ideas have been hampered, not by lack of spirit, but by lack of resources. I spent the day yesterday with Ensign Flagg and two of the Scientists checking out two of the rundown ships in the shipyard, went looking to see if any of the subsystems were usable but there wasn't much. I assume you've seen the report for what happened on the Mystique?" (Reply Taya) Carson pulled out a second padd with his full report on the Mystique adventures and handed it to Taya, "Quite the interesting time on the ship all-in-all. Not at all what I expected when picking the detail up. There's a lot of old broken down vessels and portions of this base which need to be fully explored and checked out. There may be more mysteries out there to be solved." (Reply Taya iyw) Carson kept rambling on about the previous days events, "Earlier on, actually more like the night before, there was an incident in the Sickbay. I attended that call, but it all turned out pretty well. Nothing really to report on that one. Actually I read you headed to sickbay yourself to check on the pilot- Williams I think?- that crashed, anything interesting there?" (Reply Taya) (Posted by Jono Bradley) (U.S.S. Republic – Bridge- Operations Station – CPO Charles Tamblyn - 1130) In her heyday, the U.S.S. Republic was quite the ship. While she was never considered THE flagship of the Federation, she was most assuredly recognizable, and not simply by her design, but by the simple entomology of her name along with the history of her namesake. In her current state, she was in dire need of some tender loving care to get her back up to par. Tamblyn sat at the Ops station going over the controls as engineers started bringing power back to it. Once fully powered up, Charles began pulling up all of the different functions accessible from the station. The console was old enough that Tamblyn had actually used one many years prior, but he had a sneaking suspicion that none of the fresh cadets had ever worked on a station like the one Tamblyn was working on. (Reply any Operations Officer) As Tamblyn turned to answer the young ensign’s question, sparks began flying with an array of odd-sounding pops. As the fireworks started, Charles jumped between the console and the ensign just as the console exploded, knocking the ensign to the deck. Feeling like he had been stabbed in the back by several large needles, Tamblyn rolled off of the ensign onto his side and asked aloud, “Is everyone okay?” (Reply any on Bridge) As Charles heard the various comments being made, his eyes closed, and sound faded away from him. (U.S.S. Republic – Sickbay-- Ops/Sec – CPO Charles Tamblyn - 1145) Sound began to return to Tamblyn’s ears and he could begin to register light through his eyelids. As he started to open his eyes, he realized that he was laying on his stomach. He adjusted his head so that he could see the doctor working on his back. Charles groaned as he asked, “Doc, does it look as bad as it feels?” (Reply any Medical Officer) (Reply any Operations Officer, any Medical Officer, any on Bridge) (Posted by Charles R.) (Starbase - OPS - CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 13:05) The alarm klaxons were sounding and Remae had made his way from his office to the OPS, to find no one there. Looked like everyone was either repairing or doing something else, there were no command officers on the base, there were no command officers assigned to the base at all. ~ That’s something I am going to have to address ~ =^= Mars Defence Perimeter, this is Starfleet Command, come in =^= ~ Now, we are the MDP? Nice to be told ~ The Admiral answered the call and opened a channel back to command, the OPS viewscreen kicked on and on the screen, an unknown officer appeared. =^= We’re scanning an unknown ship entering Sector 001 and they are not broadcasting any recognition codes, we do not know who they are… =^= Remae wanted to tell the scared looking officer that Mars was in no shape to defend Earth, or anything else, where was the fleet? Are they that useless that nothing worked? It wasn’t time. “Understood Command, we’ll do what we can.”, he said closing the commline. ~ Well, this should be interesting ~ “Computer, initiate Red Alert, all sections.”, he said and with that order, all hell was going to break loose on Mars. How were the inexperienced officers going to deal with this? He opened a channel, “1st Fighter Wing, you have an incoming unknown and a possible hostile ship entering the system. Intercept and identify.”, he said to the commline and he looked up at his display, long-range sensors were picking up the ship, it was slowly entering the sector and it was heading for Earth. (Reply from ALL) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (Mars Base, Sec/Tac Ensign jg Taya, 1306) Taya was walking foot patrol throughout the ground base. Because of a telepathic attack on two science officers and a Peregrine pilot nearly being killed, the security department implemented tighter measures. Security was now posted at all key areas of the facility. Constant foot patrol was in place. Security personnel outside the actual security center, were to be armed at all times. The department wasn't taking anymore chances. Taya was about to head back to her office, when she was startled by a general red alert warning coming from her comm badge. She used her security access to tap into the overall comm system. What she heard sent a shiver up her spine. An unidentified ship was approaching Mars and Admiral Remae was scrambling the fighters. Trusting the other senior security officers to do their part, she had an idea. Taya ran as fast as she could toward the main entrance. As she passed personnel in the corridor, she shouted for them to follow her, not knowing who they were. Arriving outside, she opened the hatch to the Delilah. "Let's get airborne as soon as we can!" (reply any) (posted by Rob B.) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities -1st Fighter Wing of Mars, hangar 2, squadron offices –ENS JG Trip Williams - 13.07) Trip sat at the computer in one of the Hangar offices. He should have been resting, but he wanted to take care of some paperwork. He wasn't due to be on standby until 18:00 but due to the accident the night before with Ire, he wanted to get a jumps start on repair orders, incident reports. What have you. He should have left it to the HR specialist Alexandra Petrova but her squadron was currently airborne, Ravok's was on Standby, and Ire's were freshly in the hangar. When the red alert came through the systems, Trip sprung into action. "All flight personnel, prepare to launch, this is not a drill, this is not a drill. Red Alert, we have inbound unidentified craft. We don't know if it's friend or foe." (Reply Ravok, Ire if you want) As soon as the two squadron leaders had reported in, he spoke directly to Ravok, "Pointy, your squadron is the most ready to go, get up there and back up Petrova. I'll get the Red Dragons Positioned defensively and it should take too long for R01 to get back up there, you guys are the most flight ready. Get a hold of Alex, call sign Rotor as soon as your airborne." (Reply Ravok( As he raced out of the offices and down the hangar floor to his fighter he pressed his commbadge again. "Ground base to Rotor, Alex come in." (Reply Petrova) "We've got a bogey on the way, I'm scrambling the squadrons. Ravok should be up in the air soon and will cover your six, I'll hang back just in case things go south, should be airborne in 5." (Reply Petrova) "Hey, Alex, be careful alright, I still need to trade you a bottle of vodka for your life story. Star Gazer out." (Reply Petrova if you want) Trip then raced to the Type 11 for his squadron, designated Draco. Her probably should have been in a fighter, but he wanted to test the new cyber warfare suite that had just been procured and installed. (Type 11 Shuttlecraft Draco - Cockpit - CONN Ens JG Trip Williams - 13.15) It didn't take long for the Draco to get in the air. The other squadrons type 11's were operational for surveillance but he hadn't had the chance to install the cyberwarfare suite in them yet. With him were a Bolian flight officer, a Petty Officer named Daton Rix who was handling weapon systems, and another flight officer, a Bajoran Chief Petty Officer named Taris Sola who was handling the sensor systems. "Cheif Taris, hows our range," he asked as he plotted an intercept towards the bogey. He didn't want to get to far from Mars, but as soon as they were in range of the bogey he was going to send a signal to try and scramble some of it's systems. "We're closing in, but not quite yet there, M02 and M03 are closest." came the Bajoran's reply. "Red Dragons are almost completely out of the hanger. R01 is scrambling. M02 and M03 are on intercept." Trip nodded affirmatively. "All Squadrons, this is Red Dragons Commander, I've got a Type 11 running and ready to jam the bogeys sensors and systems once they are in Range. M02, M03, if you can identify if bogey is Friend of Foe, that be great. Either way, I trust you guys to get the job done. Rotor, Pointy, Road Runner, Red Dragons have your back, whats your sitrep." (Reply Petrova, Ire, Ravok) (reply Petrova, Ire, Ravok) (posted by Will Banowsky) (Mars Base, SECTAC, Ens(jg) Carson Peters, 1308) Carson had just finished overseeing members of his security squadron implementing a tighter security perimeter around the base and was heading back to the security centre when the red alert klaxon sounded. An unidentified ship had entered the solar system and the place had gone into overdrive. Just as Carson was making a split-second decision on where he should head, he noticed Ensign Taya hurtling towards him in the opposite direction shouting our instructions to anyone who would listen. He ordered two of his officers to follow him as they took off in pursuit of the Ensign, whilst the rest of his officers were to head to the arms lockers and prepare to defend the base if needed. As he caught up with the Ensign, she was heading into a runabout named the Delilah. "Let's get airborne as soon as we can!" she said as he looked around to see who had accompanied her. Carson nodded to her; he had no piloting experience outside the limited training he had received at the academy. Still he knew how to get the ship ready for departure and began running through pre-flight checks as one of the two members of the security personnel he had brought with him began powering up the engines ready to take off. Carson plumbed the ships comm. system in, so they could listen in on the fighter wings, which were currently heading towards the unidentified ship. “Let’s get up there, we can leave the fighting to the fighter squadrons and become the last line of defence if it’s needed.” (Reply Taya iyw) As the ship took flight, Carson tapped reported into the base. “Ensigns, Taya & Peters. Taking Runabout Delilah up in response to the red alert. We will be setting up a final line of defence for the base. Request permission to depart.” =^=Permission granted. You have a go.=^= Came the response through the comm. system. (Reply Taya) (Posted by Jono Bradley) (TDS Nineveh - Bridge- Trill Ambassador Addison MacCaulay - 13:08) Addison sit in the middle chair it wasn’t often she traveled in a ship this size. Honelsy anymore it wasn’t like her to leave the planet. Her life went from helping people with their problems to having a whole civilization problems fall on her shoulders. The last few days events were troubling her she couldn’t believe those bunch of old geezers had sent her on this mission. ~stupid old crones~ she thought as she watched the the star go by. This ship was something special at least they let her take her ship. She figured they leave her in some old rust bucket flyer alone with only her staff to help her, but for some reason she got a full crew. “Ma'am, I don’t think they took her access code back at that last checkpoint” a young trill woman spoke from behind her. “Where are we now?” Addison asked breaking her train of thought. “Entering Sector 001” “Excellent” Addison said she really didn’t want anymore problems on the way the communication systems where a bit messed up she would have to have an engineer take a look at it once they made it to the station. (TDS Nineveh - Bridge- Trill Ambassador Addison MacCaulay - 13:30) “Scanners are showing a group of fighters” Addison could believe this. ~its an easy mission they said don’t worry about it they said~ Addison Grumbled “Can we hail them?” Addison asked “Negative communications are still down.” one of the officers said Addison at this point felt the weight of the years on her shoulders. She could feel every gray hair on her head. ~What would you do Aimee~ She missed her friend so much she hadn't had a chance to talk to her in so long. “RED ALERT! And lets hope we don’t have to fight.” Addison said as the ship dropped out of warp ~well if size mattered at least we have the bigger ship.~ (reply any) (posted by Richard) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities 4th Mars Operation Squadron "The White Skulls", 1308 Hours) Alex was in the runabout Samson, the weapons sled had been placed on it and working. She had pressed a button and noticed a hostile. She was about to request identification. Ber com went off. =^=Ground base to Rotor, Alex come in. =^= "Copy Mars Base this is Skull One." She said. =^=We've got a bogey on the way, I'm scrambling the squadrons. Ravok should be up in the air soon and will cover your six, I'll hang back just in case things go south, should be airborne in 5.=^= "Confirmed, They should be friendly considering how close we are to earth." =^=Hey, Alex, be careful alright, I still need to trade you a bottle of vodka for your life story. Star Gazer out.=^= "Copy that Stargazer." She smiled for a second and put her head back into the game. She pinged the FoF sensors of the runabout. It appeared to be the TMC Vessel Maid Marrion, she was a day early and had some sort of vessel chasing it. Sensors said it was a vessel registered out of the Qualor system. =^= Raider Vessel this is Skull One, your are to cease hostitle actions and break off at once, failure to do so will result in you finding out how my weapons system work. You may be impressed once. =^= The cobbled together raider turned its attention from the Maid Marrion to face the Samson. What it was not prepared for was the two Peregrine Fighters that she had with her laying inside of the Denoris Belt. Her com then picked up a transmission. =^=All Squadrons, this is Red Dragons Commander, I've got a Type 11 running and ready to jam the bogeys sensors and systems once they are in Range. M02, M03, if you can identify if bogey is Friend of Foe, that be great. Either way, I trust you guys to get the job done. Rotor, Pointy, Road Runner, Red Dragons have your back, whats your sitrep.=^= She spoke into her com, "Skull two and three converge on the raider. Shoot to disable, repeat shoot to disable." =^= Skull Leader to Red Dragon One, it appears the Marrion is early and she is being chased by raiders. Looking like Qualor II raiders. They are hot according to the Marrion chesed her always the way from Pellus. =^= She laoded the micro photons into the combat sled and put herself between the Maid Marion and the Raider. She watched as the pirate ship fired on the Merchant Marine ship once before pulling back. The com unit lit up and she heard what almost sounded like the Breen language. She saw the raider ship powering up its weapons once more and it fired on her. ~This is going to hurt a lot.~ Alex thought. =^= Skull Leader to all ships the raiders have Breen Weaponry. They are... =^= That was as far as she got before the Samson's power system shut down and she was dead in space. She was going to have to wait for everybody to come close to save her unless she could restore power. Now she wished she hadn't been such a bitch to Castile. She wasn't sure how much everybody had recieved. But it wasn't up to her now. (Reply from Ire,Trip,Ravok) (posted by Kaylah) (Mars first fighter wing – Mars hangars – Pilot –Ensign jg Ravok (1308) Ravok was in the middle of stand by duty for Ensign Petrova's squadron who was currently on duty. [RED ALERT ! ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS THIS IS NOT A DRILL RED ALERT RED ALERT] Ravok slapped his commbadge " " Ravok to all M03 personal ,showtime " " Ravok ran towards the M03 Warbirds fighters , crewman baker was already there and other pilots and flight officers were boarding their fighters .technicians were scrambling around ready all launch sequences. The M03 type 11 was not ready to launch but all 9 M03 peregrines were armed and ready. " =/\="Pointy, your squadron is the most ready to go, get up there and back up Petrova. I'll get the Red Dragons Positioned defensively and it should take too long for R01 to get back up there, you guys are the most flight ready. Get a hold of Alex, call sign Rotor as soon as your airborne."=/\= Tripp said to Ravok Ravok was inside his fighter and strapped into his chair " "copy that Star Gazer , Rotor I am taking off now will reach you in 22 seconds" " (Reply alexandra ) Ravok said as he blasted into the sky followed by the other 8 peregrine attack fighter his squadron. " "Warbirds ready all weapon systems and raise shields, no heroics stick the plan. Sweep FORMATION 11. " " Ravok ordered through the communication channel his fighters were on. The eight other fighters flew into an octagon formation around Ravoks attack fighter. " "ROTOR we are approaching your six " " ( reply Alexandra) " " Star gazer , we are gonna need the Draco up here as soon as possible" " Ravok turned his head and looked at Crewman Baker " This romulan trust you 100 percent " Crewman Baker smiled. " lets do this for our grandfathers " Ravok smiled . " yeah let's do that " he replied ( reply Tripp, Alexandra any) (Posted by davis) (Mars/Phobos space. Runabout Samson 13:09 Hours) Alex saw a ship with a trill configuration. Her vision saw double from the energy displacement weapon. The controls seemed to be working right. She pressed a button and beamed over a single Breen and erected a stasis shield around him. =^= Runabout Sampson this is the S.S. Maid Marion we took some nasty hits, we have a few wounded and will need some help docking. =^= The Merchant ship broadcasted. =Skull Leader to Base I have the raider pilot. S.S. Marion is requesting docking and there is a Diplomatic Courier ship here. FoF is still coming back on line its a TDS registry. =^= (respond please) =^= Skull Leader to Red Dragon Leader, what are my orders? =^= (Trip respond) (Posted By Kaylah) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities -Corridor – Pilot - Ensign (J.G.) Ire Williams - 13.10) He had managed to get released from medical but was still grounded for recuperation. Which meant that he had, had to let Ensign (J.G.) Biel lead the squadron. He chided himself for the feeling, Biel was a good pilot and a from what he could see would be commanding her own squadron in no time at all. The problem was the he had wanted to be up there, but he was stuck here for the moment, abut he was not stupid enough to go zooming around before he was probably healed as it could cause more problems. =^=All flight personnel, prepare to launch, this is not a drill, this is not a drill. Red Alert, we have inbound unidentified craft. We don't know if it's friend or foe=^= “The Void Haunter’s are scrambling but I am grounded, so I will try and get some info for you.” ~You are kidding me. Grounded at a time like this~ “Williams to Ensign” =^=Here Ire=^= He could hear her chopped words and realised she must have been sprinting to the hanger. “ Beil get the Void Haunter up I know we are behind every one else. I see if I can get up an update when you reach orbit.” =^=Copy that=^= ~Okay where the hell am, I supposed to be going~ He began to walk down the corridor towards the transporter hub. ~Ground side is not good I need to get a better idea of the situation. Ops on the star base~ (Starbase – Main Triage – MO Ailynn Bracken ( 3 – 13:10) “and the Doctor said you’re only supposed to…” [RED ALERT – ALL STATIONS RED ALERT] Ailynn dropped the rest of her sentence instantly, as did the rest of her audience. Her manner suddenly fully professional, her mind suddenly utterly concentrated on that needed to be done. She stood up, picked up her cup, and sipped it’s contents, the knowledge that the next time that she could hit a head would be hours from now. She moved, adrenaline, filling her body, her stride, full, and purposeful.” She tapped the commbadge at her breast. “All Senior staff meet immediately Staff 2. Repeat All senior staff meet Staff 2. Red Alert. Bracken out.” (Reply All) “Andi with me, you’re my six.” Ailynn found that she was fiddling with her hair again, glancing around her trying to find a band or something. Carter stepped to her rear three quarter and pulled her hair back, and with a horrible efficiency, wove her hair into a plait. Ailynn turned her head each way a couple of times. “I love you.” She spoke, genuinely. “16th of April” came her reply, and Ailynn took this more seriously than any of the notices around her, ~look after your staff~ As she strode, she saw differing emotions. Fear, excitement, the last, terror, “take him, switch role, match him 06.” It was a code for someone experienced, to switch up with a new crewmember who may be more green. She strode into the staff room where all of them had had lunch only yesterday, and without apology, took charge. The time for that was later, she knew she was a bossy cow, and those that loved her knew it too. (REPLY ALL MEDICAL) Moments later, they were all there. “Kaz. Take my six. Main triage, could be a busy night, Quin, take charge of duty trauma, emergency surgical, keep me personally posted of everything, If it gets quiet I can fly trauma surgery. Trei, you’re a counsellor I know, and your skills will be needed later. However now, I need you on the floor, you’ve done basic – Take backup on trauma first response, bounce off Solice. Run off each other, and use your training. We’ve all done ER stints, well this could got the distance. Be careful out there. Dismissed.” “Kaz! my six.” She strode out the room, all too aware of the adrenaline that was coursing her veins. (Reply) “Kaz, I have no clue, however in who knows how may seconds, this could be the busiest ER shift that we’ve ever done. You know what to do, play off me, standard emergency triage. Stat” (Reply) (Posted by Mark) (Mars 3rd defense fighter squadron – Peregrine attack fighter Warbird 1 – Pilot –Ensign jg Ravok (1311) Ravok heard Alexandra's transmission and heard it abruptly cut out. As he saw the Samson hit with a high energy weapon from one of the raiders. " " warbirds engage the raiders !" " Ravok ordered. The attack fighters took attack formation and locked on targets and started returning fire. " "Tripp we could use some help out here " " ( reply Tripp) Ravok began to make his way towards the Samson . As he did he scanned the Samson, life signs were strong and systems were at minimal he noticed the Weapons sled. Crewman Baker looked at Ravok . " we are within transporter range. We can get her out ." Baker stated. Ravok paused for a moment . ~ shes alive and if she got those systems back up we could use that sled . She just needs some time and help ~ " warbirds cover me, keep those raiders off of us I'm doing doing an energy transfer. All I need is a few seconds. Just long enough for her to know what we are doing we need that weapon sled " " Ravok maneuvered into position and began the energy transfer to the Sampson. 3 of the pregrine fighters have taken heavy damage . " " Rotor come in , power transfer initiated" " Ravok hailed. After a few seconds he disengaged the energy transfer and took defensive position and began returning fire on the raider. Crewman Baker fired 2 photon torpedoes and eliminated one of the raiders. This drew the attention of the other raiders . Ravok had their attention and they started to open fire on his attack fighter. He engaged evasive maneuvers and began to lead two of the raiders on a chase. They were hot on his six but moving away from the Samson. ( reply Alexandra) ( reply Tripp, Alexandra, anyone) (Posted by davis ) (ENS j.g Petrova-OPS Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities 4th Mars Operation Squadron "The White Skulls", 1312 Hours) Alex was in the runabout Samson, the weapons sled had been placed on it and working. She had pressed a button and noticed a hostile. She was about to request identification. Her com went off. =^=Ground base to Rotor, Alex come in. =^= "Copy Mars Base this is Skull One." She said. =^=We've got a bogey on the way, I'm scrambling the squadrons. Ravok should be up in the air soon and will cover your six, I'll hang back just in case things go south, should be airborne in 5.=^= "Confirmed, They should be friendly considering how close we are to earth." =^=Hey, Alex, be careful alright, I still need to trade you a bottle of vodka for your life story. Star Gazer out.=^= "Copy that Stargazer." She smiled for a second and put her head back into the game. She pinged the FoF sensors of the runabout. It appeared to be the TMC Vessel Maid Marrion, she was a day early and had some sort of vessel chasing it. Sensors said it was a vessel registered out of the Qualor system. =^= Raider Vessel this is Skull One, your are to cease hostitle actions and break off at once, failure to do so will result in you finding out how my weapons system work. You may be impressed once. =^= The cobbled together raider turned its attention from the Maid Marrion to face the Samson. What it was not prepared for was the two Peregrine Fighters that she had with her laying inside of the Denoris Belt. Her com then picked up a transmission. =^=All Squadrons, this is Red Dragons Commander, I've got a Type 11 running and ready to jam the bogeys sensors and systems once they are in Range. M02, M03, if you can identify if bogey is Friend of Foe, that be great. Either way, I trust you guys to get the job done. Rotor, Pointy, Road Runner, Red Dragons have your back, whats your sitrep.=^= She spoke into her com, "Skull two and three converge on the raider. Shoot to disable, repeat shoot to disable." =^= Skull Leader to Red Dragon One, it appears the Marion is early and she is being chased by raiders. Looking like Qualor II raiders. They are hot according to the Marion chased her always the way from Pellus. =^= She loaded the micro photons into the combat sled and put herself between the Maid Marion and the Raider. She watched as the pirate ship fired on the Merchant Marine ship once before pulling back. The com unit lit up and she heard what almost sounded like the Breen language. She saw the raider ship powering up its weapons once more and it fired on her. ~This is going to hurt a lot.~ Alex thought. =^= Skull Leader to all ships the raiders have Breen Weaponry. They are... =^= That was as far as she got before the Samson's power system shut down and she was dead in space. She was going to have to wait for everybody to come close to save her unless she could restore power. Now she wished she hadn't been such a bitch to Castile. She wasn't sure how much everybody had recieved. But it wasn't up to her now. (Respond Ire,Trip,Ravok) (posted by Kay) (Mars base - Operations Control - Science Officer- Ensign Sekal-, 1312} The Vulcan entered operations control without thought for his appearance which was not on the list of important issues at the moment. Although the ever present red dust had been scrubbed heavily from the greater part of the labs he had still managed to find some which had been hiding in the corners while hooking up diagnostic equipment which now required testing. He had immediately set off at a run once the alarms had sounded, fortunately ops control was not far from the science annex. As he was the first science officer present he immediately went to the designated station to initiate scans of sector 001. The console powered to life quickly along with its associated beeps and whirs.The console itself was not many generations from original equipment though it had been heavily modified over the years so it was push button heavy with a number of calibration dials.He skipped the diagnostic program which desired to run initially, favoring to adjust the sensor beams and readouts on the fly to save time because during an unannounced and unplanned red alert time was of the essence. He noticed arrays five and twelve were weak and compensated for them by widening the adjacent arrays fields of scan. Long range scanners began accumulating data at a prodigious rate as he was making adjustments. Location was the first data to come on line followed quickly by vector. He opened a comm line to all Mars defense systems. "The intruder is within one hundred thousand kilometers of Neptune and its course will intercept Earth in approximately thirty eight minutes at present velocity of warp factor two. They will however be forced to slow down as they pass Jupiter. Extrapolating their vector and reduced speed will put them within range of Mars in forty two minutes." (Reply: Any) "Estimating data on the intruding ship to be available in two point three minutes." (Reply: any) (Posted by Charles Gatling) (Starbase – Main Triage – MO Kasian Poldan( 3 – 13:13) “Kaz! my six.” Ailynn commanded Kasian for some reason fell into step and didn’t even argue that he was a surgeon of his own and could lead a team himself. Kasian looked around and took up his place he was still mad at her, but he was a professional so he could let his personal feeling go for now. He was already pretty sure he had the worst first week ever and nothin short of his mother showing up could make it worse. “Are we even ready for this?” Kaz asked in a low voice making sure Ailynn was the only one to hear him. “Kaz, I have no clue, however in who knows how may seconds, this could be the busiest ER shift that we’ve ever done. You know what to do, play off me, standard emergency triage. Stat” “Have you even met that group of pilots that bunch of trigger happy oafs probably won’t even take a hit.” Kasian knew she was all business, but also knew that might make some people feel more on edge. So he did what he felt was needed to make the situation less tense. (Reply Bracken) “The head nurse Carter? Is kinda cute isn’t she” Kasian didn’t know how she was going to take that small comment he was just making a small observation. (Reply Bracken) (Posted by Richard) (Type 11 Shuttlecraft Draco - Cockpit - CONN Ens JG Trip Williams - 13.15) It didn't take long for the Draco to get in the air. The other squadrons type 11's were operational for surveillance but he hadn't had the chance to install the cyberwarfare suite in them yet. With him were a Bolian flight officer, a Petty Officer named Daton Rix who was handling weapon systems, and another flight officer, a Bajoran Chief Petty Officer named Taris Sola who was handling the sensor systems. "Cheif Taris, hows our range," he asked as he plotted an intercept towards the bogey. He didn't want to get to far from Mars, but as soon as they were in range of the bogey he was going to send a signal to try and scramble some of it's systems. "We're closing in, but not quite yet there, M02 and M03 are closest." came the Bajoran's reply. "Red Dragons are almost completely out of the hanger. R01 is scrambling. M02 and M03 are on intercept." Trip nodded affirmatively. "All Squadrons, this is Red Dragons Commander, I've got a Type 11 running and ready to jam the bogeys sensors and systems once they are in Range. M02, M03, if you can identify if bogey is Friend of Foe, that be great. Either way, I trust you guys to get the job done. Rotor, Pointy, Road Runner, Red Dragons have your back, whats your sitrep." (Reply Petrova, Ire, Ravok) (reply Petrova, Ire, Ravok) (posted by Will Banowsky) (Mars Facilities - Main Triage - ENS jg Counselor Ariel Trei - 13.15) She went from the emergency meeting in Staff Room 2 with the orders to assist in the emergency ER duty. The only real medical experience she had was from the academy. She made her way to the main Triage area and steeled herself for whatever would be coming their way. The red Klaxons blared their shrill song and the lights flashed its dancing display. She thought that she looked like one of the red klaxons when she wore that red dress. That thought was amusing to her if not for the serious situation they were facing. There was an old Teran TV show call "ER." She supposed she was the more compassionate one on the show. Time will tell what character on the show she will emulate when the action hits. (Reply Any) (Posted by Edward) (Mars 4th defense fighter squadron – Runabout Samson – Pilot –Ensign jg Petrova (1315 Hours-Z) Alex only had visuals as the Samson drifted. Then there was a power transfer. going on and the systems came back to life. The first thing she did was brought life support on line, then engines, then shields, then weapons. The FoF system indicated that Ravok did it. =^= Skull leader to Ravok, I owe you a bottle of vodka. Thank you. =^= (Ravok Respond) She targeted the first raider and targeted its engines she brought a burst of torpedoes against its back, there was a burst of plasma from the ship as it tilted to its side. =^= Ravok, this is Rotor we need that Merchant ship badly, lets get it back to base. Skull two and three target that raider and fire. =^= The two Peregrines that had the skull and crossbones painted on it came out of nowhere and began to target the Breen Pirate. =^= TMC Maid Marion, Escorts are coming to make sure you are safe. =^= =^= Copy that Skull Leader, Thank you for the assist. We got a lot of cargo for you guys. =^= Skipper Alison Kelley replied. She then clicked her com system, =^= Skull one to Ravok want to help me finish up the other two ships? =^= (Ravok Respond) (Posted by Kaylah) (Runabout Delilah, Sec/Tac Ensign jg Taya, 1316) Taya was glad Carson was one of the people that joined her on the Delilah. They had talked earlier and she found him to be nice, polite, and personable, at least for a Human. On the way to the space above Mars, Taya had told Carson about a security protocol she added that would immediately inform her if Admiral Remae left the surface of Mars. Knowing he was on the starbase in geosynchronous orbit above the ground base, was why the small group headed there. Now in position, they took a defensive posture near the base and were the last line of defense needed to protect it. Carson had tapped into the Peregrine comm channel, so they were listening in real time. A freighter had arrived a day early, with raiders hot on its tail. The Federation was broken, but not dead, and it was still a formidable organization, so Taya wondered why raiders would come into the heart of the UFP, just for one cargo load of parts and supplies. They were either dumb raiders or something really big was afoot. Taya liked tying up loose ends, so she wanted to be in on finding out what was happening. When the bad guys were eliminated, there turned out to be another incoming vessel. A sensor scan revealed a known Trill configuration. Its comms were down, so the Peregrines communicated with it using an old Earth code, surprising her that a Trill would even know the code or that it was a code. Certain the danger was over, the Delilah waited its turn to land, and when getting permission from control, they began their decent. (reply Peters iyw) (posted by Rob B.) (U.S.S. Republic – Bridge – OPS/SEC- CPO Charles Tamblyn - 1317) Charles felt like a damn fool after getting released from getting his back checked out in the sickbay onboard the Republic. He wasn’t sure why the operations console on the bridge blew like it did, but much of the ship needed repairs and to have checks and services conducted. He was happy that the doctor was able to get him back on his feet so quickly with a comical piece of advice. “Try to avoid being on the receiving end of any explosions in the future.” It was excellent advice to be sure. After changing his uniform, he had returned to the bridge. As he stepped off of the turbolift, the alarm klaxons sounded, and Tamblyn had to make his way to his assigned battlestation. Charles expediently made his way to one of the stations that could be used as an auxiliary for any other station on the bridge. One simply had to let the console know which station it needed to function in place of. Tamblyn silently said a pryer in hopes that this console wouldn’t explode when powered up like the OPS console did. Tamblyn yelled over the sound of the klaxon, “We are scanning a vessel at the outer edges of our sensor range. Target is currently slowly moving toward Earth. Forwarding data to the station.” Looking around, he couldn’t really tell who was in charge while the Admiral was on the station. With so many junior officers around, Charles decided to step-up until he was told to back-off. (reply any iyw) (Reply any iyw) (Posted by Charles R.) (Starbase - OPS – Pilot - Ensign (J.G.) Ire Williams - 13.18) Ire materialised on the transporter padd in the corner of OPS. He stepped out into the room and realised that he was not alone and the at the Admiral was there. “Sir. I have been released from medical but not flight ready yet. I thought I could help the squadron from up here.” (Reply Ktell IYW) “Yes Sir.” He stepped over to one the main ops consoles and began to put data on the maim screen. The image of the system appeared along with icons representing Warbirds and the White Skulls moving towards the unknown three targets with the Red Dragons making orbit and the Void Haunter getting airborne. He also tuned the console’s speakers to the fighter wings general frequency and listened to what was going on. =^=All Squadrons, this is Red Dragons Commander, I've got a Type 11 running and ready to jam the bogeys sensors and systems once they are in Range. M02, M03, if you can identify if bogey is Friend of Foe, that be great. Either way, I trust you guys to get the job done. Rotor, Pointy, Road Runner, Red Dragons have your back, whats your sitrep=^= =^= Skull Leader to Red Dragon One, it appears the Marrion is early and she is being chased by raiders. Looking like Qualor II raiders. They are hot according to the Marrion chesed her always the way from Pellus. =^= “Void Haunter Actual to Red Dragon One. My squadron is heading up on your heals they will go high and provide overwatch so you can go and prosecute.” “Void Haunter Actual to Void Haunter Leader go high and provide overwatch so that Red Dragon can go in. if you see an opening attack on your descension.” =^= Void Haunter Leader copies and understand=^= He watched as the icons of White Skulls and Warbirds merge with the raiders with Red Dragon speeding towards the combat and the Void Haunters going high. =^= Skull Leader to all ships the raiders have Breen Weaponry. They are... =^= Ire flinched as the one of the peregrine fighters blinked off the screen. ~Ow god not~ The icon appeared again but weaker this time and Ire let out a breath that he had not realised that he was holding. There was a blurring of icons as the fighters kept engaging and attacking the raiders. He watched as the raider’s icons blinked from active to drifting status and he smiled. He suddenly looked up at the screen as another icon appeared. ~What’s this~ “Sir we have another ship dropping out of warp near the fighters.” (Reply Ktell) =^=All squadrons stand down. I repeat all squadrons stand down. Raiders appear to be disabled, new ship is a Trill vessel, Identifying as friendly=^= Ire saw all the squadrons power down as he turned to the Admiral. “Sir?” (Reply Ktell) (Reply Ktell, any) (Posted by Robbie) (Martian Surface – Verteron Array – Engineer – Ensign JG Keira Merek – 1320) The motor Petty Officer was NOT happy when Keira brought the utility truck back after fixing the main sensors. The scratches and one dent on the undersurface skip plate and micro fractures on the roll cage were of particular interest of his ire. She spent the better part of the morning doing diagnostics checks on the array and replacing most of the many parts that needed replacing, took lunch and made it back with time enough to finish the bulk of the repairs. A very old barely functioning but also very loud klaxon sounded alerting her to some threat. ~Red Alert, inbound intruder if I remember the older tones.~ She tapped her Combadge. “Ensign Merek reporting from Martian surface currently next to the verteron array do we have an intruder in bound?” (Reply Operations, whomever answers the phone) “Defenses are not operational, but the verteron array would make an excellent anti-air gun in a pinch.” She offered. (Reply Operations) “Repairing the targeting system would take over three additional hours of work, but she’s ready to fire. You feed me x and y coordinate vectors and percentage power and I can fire the array manually.” She reported. (Reply Operations) “I can have her ready in 10 minutes. I’ll report when I’m finished Merek out.” (Reply Operations) (Posted by Todd) (TDS Nineveh - Bridge- Trill Ambassador Addison MacCaulay - 13:30) “Scanners are showing a group of fighters” Addison could believe this. ~its an easy mission they said don’t worry about it they said~ Addison Grumbled “Can we hail them?” Addison asked “Negative communications are still down.” one of the officers said Addison at this point felt the weight of the years on her shoulders. She could feel every gray hair on her head. ~What would you do Aimee~ She missed her friend so much she hadn't had a chance to talk to her in so long. “RED ALERT! And lets hope we don’t have to fight.” Addison said as the ship dropped out of warp ~well if size mattered at least we have the bigger ship.~ (reply any) (posted by Richard) (Type 11 Shuttlecraft Draco - Cockpit - CONN Ens JG Trip Williams - 13.31) As the squadrons buzzed around the raiders, it appeared there was a numbers advantage. There was just two raiders compared to the multiple fighters each from the Warbirds and Skull Squadrons. The Red Dragons were hanging around Mars in a defensive position. Trip had the Draco move closer to the engagement. It was the only one of the Type 11s that was ready for a patrol engagement and he was doing his best to monitor the situation and coordinate the efforts. "Sir," came the voice from the back console. "What is it chief?" Trip replied, "I've got another ship coming, in, can't identify if friend or foe. Communications seem to be down, not answering any hails. "Alright keep an eye on it, what about the raider." Trip turned to his weapons officer. "PO Rix, are we in range of the Raider." "Aye sir, her shields are low, but steady. sir, the cyber warfare suite has ascertained an appropriate frequency for the raiders, should I send the scramble frequency."4 "Do it," Trip yelled. Almost in a flash, the Draco sent out a target frequency at both ships targeting their sensors and communications. As the two ships scrambled to figure out their up from down, Fighters from both squadrons took advantage of the confusion and took out the remaining two raiders, leaving them both adrift in the vacuum of Space. It was in that moment that the third ship dropped out of warp. (Reply from which ever pilot wants to get in the kill shots) "Sir," Chief Taris chimed in, "The new ship is not answering hails, but it appears to be a Trill ship sir." "Friend or foe?" Barked Trip. ~If she's Trill she's got to be friendly.~ "The IFF is identifying as friendly, its an old code, but it's valid." replied the chief. Trip quickly hit the external communications. "All squadrons stand down. I repeat all squadrons stand down. Raiders appear to be disabled, new ship is a Trill vessel, Identifying as friendly." (Reply Ravok, Petrova, Ire) Trip then turned his chair around to Chief Taris, "From what you gather is the ships sensors and external monitors working." "Aye sir." "Alright, use our external lights to send a message via morse code. Ask them, 'Do you need assistance?' Can you do that?" Chief Taris didn't even respond as she quickly sent out the message hoping that somebody on that ship knew morse code. (reply Trill ship) (reply Ravok, Petrova, Ire, Trill ship) (M03 squadron - peregrine attack fighter- pilot Ens JG Ravok - 13.33) "Do it," Trip yelled. Almost in a flash, the Draco sent out a target frequency at both ships targeting their sensors and communications. As the two ships scrambled to figure out their up from down, Fighters from both squadrons took advantage of the confusion and took out the remaining two raiders, leaving them both adrift in the vacuum of Space. It was in that moment that the third ship dropped out of warp. Ravok locked phasers on both disabled raiders and fired " " Ravok to all squadrons stand down . This fight is over .Tripp you got here just in time good to see you. Rotor no need for the vodka, just glad your alive " " The M03 sqaudron lowered their shields and powered down all weapons. And awaited orders on the arrival of the trill vessel (Reply any) (Posted by davis) (TDS Nineveh - Bridge- Trill Ambassador Addison MacCaulay - 13:34) Addison looked at the ships in front of her all seemed to be holding their positions. “Ma’am look like they are all have powered down their weapons and shields.” The ops officer called from his station. “That’s good do the same we don’t want to cause any issues with starfleet this is a diplomatic mission after all.” Addison said ~now how do we communicate with them~ Addison thought as she watched the group of ship. As if someone was reading her mind the answer came as she saw the lights flicker on and off. “That ship are they having power trouble?” Addison asked “No ma’am” came her reply she could tell by the salients that most of her officers were confused “Reply yes in the same manner one of you know Morse code right.” Addison said really hoping the answer to that was yes and she didn’t have to hold their hands. As no one seem to move and all eyes where on her once again. ~hopeless fools~ “Arvos.” Addison said “Fine! I’ll do it. Just a simple yes” Came back the reply she was happy she brought her oldest with her at this point. (Reply any) (Posted by Richard) (Type 11 Shuttlecraft Draco - Cockpit - CONN Ens JG Trip Williams - 13.36) Trip waited patiently to see if the Trill vessel would be able to respond to the morse code. What was mere minutes seemed much longer. Finally PO Rix chimed up. "Sir they are responding in morse code. Simple answer. Yes." "Good, Chief Taris, send them a reply in morse code for them to follow us back to Mars Base, we'll have a squadron escort them." Chief Taris nodded in the affirmative and sent the morse reply. Trill vessel, please follow fighter squadron to Mars Starbase. Assistance will be provided for there. (Reply Trill) Trip smiled, crisis would be averted, or so he hoped. Accessing the shuttles comms he radioed to the Starbase. "Red Dragon One to Starbase, come in OPS. We have a Trill ship inbound to your location with fighter escort. Be advised her communications are down. We're picking no other vessel up on sensors." (Reply any in OPS) "Red Dragon One to Warbirds One, Ravok, I need the Warbirds to escort the Trill vessel to Starbase, Treat them like a diplomatic escort." (Reply Ravok) "Fly save pointy." Trip smiled, he had seen Ravok around campus, he, Ire, and Trip were all class of '44 but he never interacted with them at all at the academy. Before he could assess how Alex and Skull squadron was doing a transmission came in over the comms. =^= Skull Leader to Red Dragon Leader, what are my orders? =^= "Its good to hear from you Skull Leader." A huge smile appeared on Trip's face, "I hope everything is ok Alex, it looked like things were dicey for a moment, I'm glad that the Samson is back up. Would hate to lose you." Trip paused for a moment, realizing how awkward his last satement was quickly added, "On day one, that is, you're a valuable asset." (Reply Petrova) "The Warbirds will be escorting the Trill ship to Starbase. You can have Skull Squadron finish their patrol, but why don't you escort our new 'friends' back to mars base. Good catch. I bet security will love to meet them." (Reply Petrova) "Oh and Alex, if any of y'all need to see a med team after the skirmish, please do so. I know you're tough, but you're only a mere mortal. Red Dragon Leader out." (Reply Petrova if you want) Trip then turned to Rix and Taris, "Alright then, let's get this bird back home. Good job team." Plotting a course to Mars, for some reason Trip couldn't help but smile. There was a mystery Trill ship and he couldn't wait to find out what it all meant. (Reply Trill, OPS, Ravok, Petrova) (posted by Will Banowsky) (M03 Warbirds squadron- Peregrine fighter - pilot Ens JG Ravok- 13.37) =/\=Red Dragon One to Warbirds One, Ravok, I need the Warbirds to escort the Trill vessel to Starbase, Treat them like a diplomatic escort.=/\= " " Copy that Star Gazer " " =/\=Fly save pointy=/\= Ravok laughed at this knowing Tripp knew his call sign from the academy. His original call sign was Dagger because of his ears, but overtime it became Pointy . Ravok found humor in this surprisingly " " see you on mars" " He replied to Tripp " " Warbirds form up. Stay on point ...no pun intended " " The M03 sqauadron began their escort to Mars ( reply any) (Posted by Davis) (Runabout Delilah, SECTAC Ens(jg) Carson Peters, 1340) Taya had impressed Carson with the way she had rigged the security protocol to let her know if the Admiral had left the base. ~Not sure why I didn't think of that~ The both of them watched the situation unfold in front of them and listened in through the comms to understand better what was happening. Once the raiders had been defeated he said, "Well thats 1-0 to the Mars Defence Perimeter and the Fighters. Let's hope they don't see too much action in the near future." He said with a smile and a wink. The unknown freighter which was the actual threat that began the red alert was then identified as a Trill vessel, which had communication issues. Very sensibly , at least Carson thought so, the fighters were to escort it into Mars base for a parlay. Once Carson knew what was happening, he opened a comm. link to his fellow Security officers. "Ensign Darpeg, Jackson & Flagg. Both myself and Taya." He looked towards her as he said her name, making sure she was still ok with the abbreviation, "Are currently onboard the Runabout Delilah. The Trill ship will be landing soon, can you organise a greeting party for them? Make it look diplomatic, but lets air on the side of caution. We'll meet you there as soon as we land." he said and then waiting for the reponse. (Reply Darpeg, Jackson &/or Flagg) The shuttle began the descent once they had received their clearance to land. As soon as they had landed, Carson made his way out of the exit. "Shall we go see what all the fun was about?" He said to Taya as they exited the shuttle. (Reply Taya) (Posted by Jono Bradley) (Mars Base, Enlisted Quarters 1410 Hours) Castile sighed as he sat there reading to the point of eyestrain. It was the Divorce papers that Anna had the JAG corps print out disolving their nearly two decade long marriage. He looked over the paperwork then at Anna. "Sweetheart we can work this..." He pleaded. Anna stood there arms folded. "Damn it Chris, you slept with your captain, not only is that unprofessional, but I don't know what to tell the kids. Dad got you that job with the TMC! If it wasn't for me you wouldn't be here!" She stomped her foot which caused her red hair to fall out of it's bun. Chris felt himself blush and his hair if it could was turning more gray. "Anna, I was in deep space for two years. I got lonely." He said. "Thats the problem with you Christopher, its always been about you. You get lonely so you wander. You can't stay home because you love to dig. Things break and you want to fix them!" She said firmly. "I can fix this!" he exclaimed. "Maybe I am not the malfunction in this equasion. Chris I am just in the Office of Personel Management. I see cases like this all the time. Just sign the papers." She insisted. "Please." His voice sounded hoarse, "I can fix this... I can. Look you know Kelsey." He looked over at La Chance and Schummer who were really wishing they weren't here. "You slept with MY MAID OF HONOR!" Anna threw the papers up in the air and began to storm out of the room. La Chance looked over, "Amour Faux as the cajuns say." Schummer shook his head, "I am German and we all know what my kind has done, I am afraid there are no reperations he can make." Chris followed her out into the hall. Then turned around. He looked weary, he had lost the fight. He looked down at the papers. He was about to sign them when the wall computer blinked and mataince tickets started to print out. He walked over to them. He began to puruse them. "I really crashed and burned, No comission, no Anna, no nothing. Gentlemen this is why I always say you try to stay the course. My kids... I lost my freaking kids." La Chance walked over, "Christ I get it, but throwing yourself into work is what got you into all this. We are off rotation for eight hours. Go sleep, I got some Sominol in my bunk take a dose and sleep dis off. Talk to Anna later." Chris nodded and went to his bunk, not happy with any choices. Today had been one big no win situation. Before he fell asleep he muttered, "End Program." But nothing happened. Then the sleeping meds kicked in and he drifted off. (No Response Needed) (Posted by Robert H and Kaylah A.) (PO3rd Christopher Castile-ENG, Reactor Room Mars Base 14:30 Hours-Z) Castile was finishing up the final touches of restoring main power. That was if the containment held. He looked over and said, “Okay La Chance, we are going to flip the negative connectors up first. This way we ground the EPS poles, unlike last time where we ended up...” La Chance didn't let him finish he just said, “Magnapoles grounded. Solar cells outside are up and running.” “So okay once we get this done, the next thing to do is make sure coupler A is connected to cable two.” Castile added. La Chance said, “Done, you are also being rotated out as soon as the Marrion lands, Schummer and I got things you can go see Kelley.” Castile smiled for a second, “Cajun you are good, thanks. I just may do that...” There was a flip of a switch then a spark and the computer said, (Main Power Online, Life Support at seventy six percent, shield batteries are charging, Defense grid offline. Auxillary generators being charged. Error, holodecks offline, error hangbay control is damaged, error in logic pathway to external sensor pallets, Laser Communication online.) “Alright you and Schummer get some rest, beer is sitting in lab four, pulled her from the boiler. She should be a little strong but drinkable.” Castile said. There was a voice it was Schummers, “Is he in trouble?” “Thank you” was all the chief petty officer said as he headed off in the direction indicated hoping it was the right one. As he approached Castile, Tamblyn thought the Damage Control Technician looked like someone who had a rough life and was trying to do themselves in with hard work and alcohol. Charles had been there himself until his mentor had found him and straightened him out. “PO3 Castile, you have a moment?” Castile looked up. He had worked a tripple shift so he was positive he looked like a racoon. The only thing he saw was the Chief Petty Officer rank and he figured he was about to be lectured about something he did. He let himself focus in the space in front of him and said, “Yes sir?” (Response Tamblyn) (Posted by Robert) (U.S.S. Republic – Bridge – OPS/SEC- CPO Charles Tamblyn - 1430) Once the emergency had passed, Charles was happy about how many of the officers handled themselves, but there were still several that looked to be ‘lost in the sauce’ so to speak along with many of the NCOs and junior enlisted. This was starting to be one of those assignments in which the chain-of-command and the NCO support chain will need to be built from the ground up. As the senior NCO of the Operations Section, Tamblyn decided that since there did not seem to be a “CoB” for the Republic at the current time, that he would have to step-up and start getting the NCOs moving in the same direction in getting the ship inspected and repaired. Word had already gotten to him of officers turning in work orders and demanding that their specific ticket be an immediate priority. Charles would like to think that sort of thing has never and would never happen, but he wasn’t that naive. Charles knew that at some point, fleet personnel or the admiral would select someone to BE the Chief-of-the-Boat (CoB) or ship’s NCOIC and he also knew that it was insanely remote that it would be him. Just as sure as he knew he would not be the CoB, he knew someone needed to step-up for the time being. Charles decided to send a short message to the admiral, informing him of his intention. Once the message was sent, Tamblyn decided to go from section to section to see the senior ranking NCO of each. As far as Tamblyn could tell, he was the ranking NCO for Operations and quite possibly Security. As a Bounty Hunter and Private Investigator, Charles regularly dealt with Starfleet Security personnel and he was confident in their ability to work as a team regardless of who had what rank. But there are always exceptions. Tamblyn that he would head down to Engineering to visit with PO3 Castile. All Tamblyn knew about the man was what was in his official record. As he traveled through the starship Republic, Charles could not stop his civilian job skills from kicking in. He didn’t find out much about the ship, but he did learn a lot about the crew overall. Charles decided not to hurry down to Engineering, he still needed to get familiar with the ship’s layout. (U.S.S. Republic – Engineering – OPS/SEC- CPO Charles Tamblyn - 1450) Chief Petty ‘Officer Tamblyn approached the office of the Chief Engineer once he entered Engineering and noticed nobody was in the office. As he turned to find someone in authority, he could not help but be surprised at the number of junior officers and junior enlisted and a lack of NCOs. Tamblyn tapped a random ensign on the should and said, “Excuse me, sir. Would you point me in the direction of Petty Officer 3rd-Class Castile?” (reply any Engineering officer) “He’s not in any trouble, at least not with me anyway.” Tamblyn said with a smirk then followed up saying “I just need to discuss some NCO business with him is all.” (reply any Engineering officer) “Thank you” was all the chief petty officer said as he headed off in the direction indicated hoping it was the right one. As he approached Castile, Tamblyn thought the Damage Control Technician looked like someone who had a rough life and was trying to do themselves in with hard work and alcohol. Charles had been there himself until his mentor had found him and straightened him out. “PO3 Castile, you have a moment?” (Reply Castile) (Reply any Engineering Officer, Castile) (Posted by Charles R.) (Mars defense hangar- M03 hangar bay - pilot Ens JG Ravok- 1500) Ravok was standing outside of the M03 squadrons type 11 craft running some diagnostics on its systems when he was alerted by the computer =/\= In coming message =/\= He walked over to a terminal and sat down " " on screen at my current location" " The screen turned on . A klingon woman appeared on screen. It was his step mother. " Mom , it's so good to see you. " =/\= Lathuel . I dont know how to tell you this but, theres been incident=/\= Ravok leaned towards the screen . " Mom what happened?" His eyes reflected great sorrow and pain . =/\= The Darmod was attacked near Vulcan space. We were on our way to pick up a shipment and we were surrounded by 7 small crafts and they hit us with what we are being told are high energy weapons . Breen weapons ...your father and S'vet were on the bridge . They ..they destroyed the bridge and they are both gone. Me and Gornot were servicing the engine terminals of deck 4 . Every system on the ship powered down. We got it back up just before we ran out of air by that time a boarding party had laid waste to the ship. We were rescued by a vulcan patrol cruiser .=/\= Ravok fell back in his chair. His eyes filled with tears " are you sure hes gone ? Are you positive the boarding party didnt take him ?" He asked =/\= The vulcans found your fathers remains but they didnt find any sign of S'vet. One of vulcans even assured me there were no traces of reman remains to be found anywhere. =/\= Ravok wiped the tears from his eyes . " What kind of ships were these ?"he asked with a serious and furious tone . His step mother took a deep breath . =/\= the vulcans say our ships logs indicate they are Qualor in origin but heavily modified ,once our systems were completely shut down an attack was easy for them =/\= Ravok started screaming profanity in Romulan. His breathing intesnified. After a moment he gained his composure. He leaned back towards the screen and looked around. " I cant say much for security reasons. Duty comes before everything. But I promise you mother I will find out what is going on and I will find out what happened to uncle S'vet. I have to go I love you mother " =/\=I love you too Lathuel =/\= Ravok discontinued the transmission and sat there blankly looking off into the empty hangar. He might as well of been looking into the void. ( replay any who may have heard the screaming ) (Posted by Davis)