USS Spectre Compile - May 1st-31st 2014 by Alan Reading ===================================================================== Mission: Inimicus Invisa, Part Two – Fallen Comrades Day: 5 Stardate: 2414.10.15 (USS Spectre - Sickbay - ACMO, Ens. A.O. Windsong-Trommashere - 21:04) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - TAC/SC, Kerge - 21:05) (USS Spectre - Bridge – Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell – 21:05) (USS Spectre - Bridge – CO, Captain T'Vhor – 21:06) (ATV Garallon - Main Shuttlebay - Marine, Corporal Houseman - 21:07) (USS Spectre - Engineering - ACMO, Ens. A.O. Windsong-Trommashere - 21:08) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CONN, Second Lieutenant Jennifer Smith – 21:08) (USS Spectre - Deck 13 - ACouns, Dr. Riven Miasv - 21:10) (USS Spectre - Main Engineering - ACEO, Ensign Jake Haltom - 21:13) (USS Spectre - Bridge – Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell – 21:15) (USS Spectre - Main Engineering - Dr. Michaella Kirien - 21:17) (USS Spectre - Bridge – CO, Captain T'Vhor – 21:19) (USS Spectre - Bridge – Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell – 21:20) (USS Spectre - Bridge – Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell – 21:30) (ATV Garallon - Deck 9 - MXO, Major Bruce Kowalski - 21:34) (ATV Garallon - Deck 4 - MXO, Major Bruce Kowalski - 21:37) (ATV Garallon - Deck 4 - Academy Cadet Porsa - 21:45) (ATV Garallon - Deck 4 - Academy Cadet Porsa - 22:04) (ATV Garallon - Deck 4 - MXO, Major Bruce Kowalski - 22:12) (USS Spectre - Personal Quarters - ACMO, Ens. A.O. Windsong-Trommashere - 22:25) ===================================================================== Mission: Inimicus Invisa, Part Two - Fallen Comrades Day: 5 Stardate 2414.10.15 (USS Spectre - Sickbay - ACMO, Ens. A.O. Windsong-Trommashere - 21:04) Angeni was just about to say something to Andrew when the quiet din of the bay was shattered by a scream. " MICHAELLA!" Angeni nearly jumped out of her skin and she watched as Riven raced from the Bay. She turned back to Andrew, her face contorted into a question. She wondered what force could've broken him from his deep trance, then it dawned on her what it probably was....Imzadi and all that. Her brain was so tired she could barely muster up the energy to care...especially after her one and only interaction with Michaella. What she more cared about was how long it would take before the Void began to take over again. “Looks like the brake is over. Michaella must be in trouble and lets get after Mias.” Angeni nodded. She grabbed the nearest resident, holding him by the forearm. "Here's the deal. You're in charge. We'll be back shortly." The Resident looked at her as if she had six heads. "B...but..." Angeni patted him on the shoulder. "You'll be fine. If you need anything, you can reach us." She turned and gathered a few things from the drawers, stuffing them into her lab coat pockets. She found herself in step with Andrew as they left Sickbay. As they left the doors, she grabbed one of the Grav-Stretchers that had been posted outside and she pushed it along as they walked. “Mias is going to be in state when we find him and Michaella's condition is unknown.” "Yeah. I wonder how long it'll take him to work out of the fog...if he will even have a fog." She followed Andrew into the elevator, heaving a huge sigh. “I will be so happy to get out of this void.” Angeni nodded as the Turbolift moved to Engineering. "I think the anticipation is the worst part. You just don't know what's going to happen next...I just want to have the battle and get it over with." (Reply Andrew) She nodded as the doors popped open. (Reply Andrew) (Posted by Kari) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - TAC/SC, Kerge - 21:05) Kerge, had taken a break from his office and department. An unusual occurence, the Security chief was now standing looking out into the void through one of the port observation windows of Ten Forward. There were few people around right now, most of the crew engaged in something or other or in sickbay complaining about flying fish, or some equally ridiculous notion. It seemed though that Klingon resistance to emotional stress was more robust than most other species, for Kerge was yet to feel the full effects of the voids ability to bend minds. Klingons though did not usually take too kindly to being thrust into dangerous environments only to be told that they were not allowed to smash somethings skull in, and Kerge was no different. His resolve was beginning to break, his right fist clenched tightly and tapping against his thigh as his frustration rose. He had watched the Marine Trojan depart from the same window what seemed like hours ago, and yet it was not really that long at all. He had even asked the CO if he could tag along, anything other than remaining on a ship that could do little more than fight an enemy that attacked them from within. But it wasn't to be. The Captain had denied his request. Order had to be maintained aboard the ship in an environment that was now occasionally turning hostile, and as the Sec Chief, Kerge had to be there to oversee that. The Captain was right of course and the Klingon knew it. But that did not help with his desire to smash a skull or two, and let's face it, a Klingon smashing skulls was not a pretty sight to behold. Right then though, a pretty young Ensign in medical teal tapped him upon his shoulder from behind causing Kerge to turn abruptly and partially unsteady her as she drew back. "I'm sorry Lieutenant", she said, startled. "I was just wondering if you were OK. You've been standing there for quite some time" "I'm fine", snapped Kerge. "There is no cause for concern. Be on your way" The Ensign furrowed her brow, confused at the Klingons angst, but understanding nonetheless. After all, Klingons wereKlingons, and as such they were generally not the most hospitable of people to be engaing in casual chit chat with. "Like I said, I'm sorry", she said beforfe turning about and heading towards the meal counter. Kerge sighed heavily, inwardly cursing himself at his manner. Then he followed the Ensign, tapping her upon the shoulder as she had done beforehand. "It is I who should be sorry, Ensign", said Kerge. "My behaviour was unbecoming. Please, perhaps you might join me for a light beverage", he added, hoping that his attempt to put things right might be accepted. The Ensign paused briefly, clearly unsure, but then smiled. "Of course. Perhaps I could pick your brains on exactly what the hell it is we are stuck in here", said the Ensign, "It's driving me nuts" Kerge nodded. "It would seem that it is driving many people... nuts", he offered, thinking back to the episode with one of his team and the flying fish. The young Ensign nodded back and then after selecting a drink, she gestured towards the many tables. "Do you have a preference?", she asked. Kerge pondered briefly, and then motioned towards the window seating. "I feel a need to be gazing right now. Out there, into the... whatever", he answered. "Fine", said the Ensign, and then she headed towards the indicated seating whilst Kerge selected his own beverage and then joined her. It was going to be a long night, the Klingon was sure of it. But why would a little light discussion with a fellow comrade hurt? (Reply Any) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Bridge – Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell – 21:05) Remae was back at his post and looking at the Garallon. It was there, surrounded by the mists and shapes of the nebula but it was clearly without power. "Do we risk trying to re-dock the core in such circumstances, or do we wait until we can get the ship away from the void itself?", asked the CO and Remae thought about it for a moment. The viewscreen spun aft after the FO had punched in a command to his console and they looked at the core, trailing behind the Spectre... it was attached via the tractor beam. The beam sputtered and coughed, it was having trouble in the nebula as much as the other systems of the Spectre were. “I don’t like it Captain. One wrong move out there and the core would be lost and I don’t want to think about the explosion that core, powered down or not, would cause.”, he thought for a moment, “I think we’re going to have to wait… however, another option could be available.” Remae pressed a few buttons and viewscreen zoomed in on the Garallon. “That is the core ejection site and that is where the warp core was ejected from.”, he said to the grainy image on the screen. “If we could get a little closer, it might be possible to deliver a low-level energy beam via the phaser array directly into the matter/antimatter chamber. The energy would be funneled via the power transfer conduits to the ship's fusion reactors…”, he looked at the CO, “… we could jump-start to the Garallon?”, he said looking seriously at the Captain to show he wasn’t joking. The FO was already thinking about how it could be done, the beam from the phaser array would have to be altered and reduced significantly… too much power they would end up punching a hole directly through the Garallon! (Reply from T’Vhor, Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (USS Spectre - Bridge – CO, Captain T'Vhor – 21:06) Remae was on to it almost immediately the Captain had asked the question. Did they risk a warp core replacement under such circumstances? It was risky, the Captain knew it was but with the CEO/Acting FO's engineering experience, it might be possible. Watching the viewscreen shift its aspect to the rear of the ship towards the Garallon's warp core showed them that time was of the essence whatever they did. The tractor beam was unsecure and if they lost the core again then there was no guarantee they might retrieve it again. "I don’t like it Captain. One wrong move out there and the core would be lost and I don’t want to think about the explosion that core, powered down or not, would cause.", said Ktell, "I think we’re going to have to wait… however, another option could be available." Once again the viewscreen changed its viewpoint in response to Remae's activation, this time showing the Garallon herself before the view zoomed into the warp core ejection hatch. "That is the core ejection site and that is where the warp core was ejected from., said Remae "If we could get a little closer, it might be possible to deliver a low-level energy beam via the phaser array directly into the matter/antimatter chamber. The energy would be funneled via the power transfer conduits to the ship's fusion reactors… we could jump-start to the Garallon?", he added. The Captain pondered the Acting FO's suggestion carefully as he watched the Garallon rotating slowly, tumbling aimlessly without power now. "The phasor beam would have to be modified", said the Captain, knowing as he spoke that Remae had probably already factored that into his plan anyway. There was one other risk though that could cause a lot of problems and that was the fact that they had no real way of being sure that nobody was in the decompressed Engineering department in an environment suit at the time! The Captain addressed the helm briefly. "What is the status of our manouvering thrusters Miss Smith?", he asked, "can we still maintain a stable aspect in these eddies?" (Reply Smith) The Captain pondered again. Smith was one of their best pilots of course and if she said she could hold the ship steady, then she could hold the ship steady. Ktell seemed optimistic also so despite any misgivings, it seemed to be worth it. T'Vhor drew a breath in and then turned to the Acting FO. "Get to work on the required modifications, let's see if we can't give the Garallon a little infusion", said T'Vhor. (Reply Ktell) "Move us into range Miss Smith. And prepare to hand off to computer control should the eddies become too strong to hold our position", said T'Vhor. (Reply Smith) The ship then began to move forwards, the Garallons outline getting bigger in the viewscreen as they progressed whilst the Captain hoped that the void didn't give them any more unexpected surprises... (Reply Smith, Ktell, Any) (Posted by Alan) (ATV Garallon - Main Shuttlebay - Marine, Corporal Houseman - 21:07) "Right" Houseman looked at Kowalski as he spoke. "No lifesigns. Let's find out if that's because there is nobody actually on board, or that the ship is full of dead people" He saw Kowalski gestur then towards him to head out. Houseman nodded and moved to the front of the marines. He felt the reassuring weight of his phaser rifle in his hands as he moved cautiously out of the shuttle bay and into the corridor beyond. with the ship running on backup power he felt that the gravity was slightly lighter than normal as he moved forward. There was also a lot of shadows along the corridors as the lighting was reduced to minimal illumination to conserve the ship’s remaining power levels. As he moved he scanned every shadow to make sure that it was just a shadow and not something else. Kowalski had wanted a standard 'Combat Clear’ which meant a combination of rapid movement through the ship and overwhelming aggression if they met any resistance. He kept this all in mind as he moved carefully through the deck at a fast walk his rifle moving where he looked. They had covered most of the deck when something fuzzy appeared on his tactical display. He stopped still and moved into the cover of a bulkhead as he tried to refocus the display but it remained elusive and did not become clear “Sir. I have a contact a few hundred meters in front of me but the reading are all messed up. It might be on our deck or above or below I can’t tell.” (Reply Kowalski) (Reply Kowalski, Rameriz, Any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Engineering - ACMO, Ens. A.O. Windsong-Trommashere - 21:08) Angeni walked into Engineering, following the helpful bystanders doing the Wave-and-Point of Life. She neared the scene and she pointed at the nearest person. "What happened?" (Reply Any in Engineering, Andrew) (Posted by Kari) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CONN, Second Lieutenant Jennifer Smith – 21:08) "What is the status of our maneuvering thrusters Miss Smith?" "can we still maintain a stable aspect in these eddies?" Jennifer paused for a moment as her hands moved across the console she had been trying to keep the Specter as steady and she could by winding her around the worst of the eddies. She now glanced at the eddies around the Garallon which were calmer along the ventral side. “Yes Sir. It we move in along the ventral side of the Garallon close to the hull it should screen us from the worst of the eddies but I am not sure I could keep us in stable position for long.” She began to punch in the courses corrections and eddie calculations which would hopefully help keeping them where they needed to be. "Move us into range Miss Smith. And prepare to hand off to computer control should the eddies become too strong to hold our position" “Aye sir.” She activated the stand by icon that she could activate it in a split second. She then increased power to the impulse engines and maneuver in thrusters. She needed to go slow or they would be thrown off course or smash into the Garallon. Her eyes moved from the range tracker to the scans of the eddies as she moved the Spectre into its position. She reduced the forward momentum and then used the maneuvering thrusters to keep them in place. ~Okay just nice and steady no unnecessary movements~ Her fingers moved across the console as she kept the Specter where its was supposed to be. ~I hope they don’t take to long~ “We are in position and holding steady Captain.” (Reply T’Vhor, Ktell, Any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Deck 13 - ACouns, Dr. Riven Mias - 21:10) The turbolift came to a halt and Riven nearly collided with the opening door he was in motion so quickly. In his mind Michaella was still sceaming, he had lost the presence of mind to even try to shut her out and his vision and conscious will had narrowed to the point he could concentrate on nothing else. He brushed past a crewman waiting outside, his sideswipe of the woman redirecting her momentum so that she nearly planted her face against the door frame violently. He almost didn't notice her presence and gave her only the briefest thought as he hurried down the corridor. "Michaella I'm coming..." He was murmering as he turned to the right at another corridor and made for main engineering. He didn't see or sense the man who sped across his path behind him. The man had been crouched against the wall with his hands inside a panel and making some adjustments when the Betazoid had rushed past him. He never saw the technician stiffen and look around in terror as he had approached. Riven's powerful empathic abilities you see could be a two edged sword, cutting a path of chaos if uncontrolled. The man's shriek of unbridled terror had been drowned out by the roar of blood and his own heartbeat in his ears. The techician blindly impacted obliquely against the far wall of the corridor and careened out of control for several feet before falling to his knees heavily. When he regained his feet he was at a dead run after only a few steps. His shrieking flight was finally halted for a moment as he ran headfirst into another man who had stepped around a corner. The impact knocked both senseless for several minutes. After Riven had left the area the man would regain his feet, help the other up and wonder just why he had been in such a hurry as he was apologizing to the other fellow then return to his duties. (Reply Any) (Posted by Charles) (USS Spectre - Main Engineering - ACEO, Ensign Jake Haltom - 21:13) The main doors opened and Jake looked over his shoulder to see the mind healer step through. The man who always exuded such a peaceful and benevolent aura was anything but at the moment. His dark eyes were wild and unseeing and flitting about as though on the hunt. Jake frowned and stepped toward him as he wondered what the hell might be going on to put the priest in such a state. The frantic eyes found and fixed on him and Jake had a sudden feeling as though the space had opened a gigantic cosmic maw and was slurping him down into the depths of non existence. The feeling was akin to having every night terror he had fought as a child suddenly gang tackling him at precisely the same instant. Jake's mouth opened in a silent scream and he dropped to his knees without thinking. The very air had seemed to gain the weight and stale metallic taste of lead around him as it crushed the life from his body. He couldn't seem to suck in a breath against the overwhelming pressure and fear slapped him in the face with a toothy grin. The sense of fatality and looming death rose up like a phantasm of doom given life and he suddenly gave vent to a wail of grief. (Reply: any) (Posted by Charles) (USS Spectre - Bridge – Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell – 21:15) The order was given and Remae headed up to the Engineering station once again. It was still a mess having not cleaned itself up since he was last there. He access the weapon controls but not after having a brief word with the officer at Tactical. If the Bajoran was going to take over the weapons of the ship, he wasn't going to step over another department to do it, at least, not without a little manners. Lt Smith reported they were in position. He was surprised it was so quick but he had made some adjustments already. The main phaser array sent many beams of energy that comprised a single shot at the same time. Remae's task was to take away all but one of those beams and reduce it in power by 95%, turning it in a low level energy beam. "Computer, run simulation Ktell-1.", he ordered and he watched on the screen the modified phaser beam enter the the Garallon's warp chamber and then into the Power Transfer Conduits. The simulation showed there was a high degree of probability that the energy flow wouldn't go into the plasma injectors but be diverted into the fusion reactors instead... causing them to start. Remae thought to himself for a moment: He was sure that the missing warp core would have caused automatic shutdown and access to the plasma system and therefore, the ship wouldn't jump to warp the moment they injected the power. "The beam is ready, Captain.", he said and then he looked at the Tactical Officer. "Target the opening and prepare to fire.", he said and then he looked down at the Captain. As soon as they fired, Remae planned to monitor the Garallon's power systems. (Reply from T'Vhor, Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (USS Spectre - Main Engineering - Dr. Michaella Kirien - 21:17) Michaella was curled up in a small ball inside of one of the many control rooms within main engineering, living her worst nightmare of her children dying in the line of duty. She couldn't sense the terror that Riven's telepathic abilities were causing in the nearest officers as he reflected her terror. The problem with bonded telepaths was that at times they could reflect the emotions of their partners, and this was certainly not the most ideal of times that the ship found itself in. Locked in her nightmare, she did not see Riven arriving, whimpering, eyes closed in the ball under the control panels. Two crew members were leaning over to check on her, but Riven's arrival and the subsequent 'push' he gave them got the crew out of his way. Kneeling down he gathered Michaella to him and held her, then began the task of bringing her back to reality. (Reply Riven, any) (posted by Mel :-) (USS Spectre - Bridge – CO, Captain T'Vhor – 21:19) With the CEO/Acting FO now busy beyond him, the Captain set about running a few diagnostics and adjustments of his own via his armrest console. It was to say the very least, worrysome that a good portion of the crew were no longer able to trust their own instincts and the Captain knew that the sooner they got away from this place, the better for all of them. So far though, the Marine boarding party had still been out of contact and the science officers earlier report of some strange temporal anomolies being observed in and around the Garallon only made the situation worse. Taking into consideration the anomolous reading though, the Captain began running a few of his own algorithms on the two separate instances that had already been reported upon. Both seemed to have a signature that looked somewhat like a comms signal, but they were skewed as though out of phase with one another. Could this have been a transmission of some sort? Breaking his thoughts from the problem in hand Remae announced that they were ready to attempt to transfer power to the Garallon's power grid, and hopefully shine a little light on the matter within it. The Captain acknowledged Remae's announcement and then gave the go ahead. Remae then began monitoring the ships systems whilst the modified beam shot forth and then began pulsing, a pseudo umbilical giving life to whatever was within the Garallon's darkened hull. All at once, the Captain pondered that notion. What might they be awakening? Would this possibly amplify the effects that they had all been experiencing? Whatever the case it had to be. The Garallon crews only hope, if indeed any were still left alive, was for auxiliary power to be resumed. T'Vhor could only hope that the Marines had the sense and ability to work out what was occuring. Within seconds though the interior lighting of the Garallon had come to life once again, her exterior navigation lights pulsing as though her heart had been restarted and brought back from near death. It was indeed, a result. "Captain, I believe we've successfully started at least one of the fusion reactors. Discontinuing the beam.", said Remae, "Sensors indicate auxiliary power restored." he added, returning thenceforth to his designated command chair. "That should make it a little easier for the away team.", "Indeed", said the Captain. "Well done Lieutenant." The Captain then gave the order to retry communications with the Marines... (Reply Any) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Bridge – Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell – 21:20) Remae watched the viewscreen as the energy beam struck the Garallon's engineering section... lights began to appear around the ship, it was clear it was beginning to power-up. "Captain, I believe we've successfully started at least one of the fusion reactors. Discontinuing the beam.", he said pressing a few buttons on the engineering console. He ran a quick scan and confirmed the results, "Sensors indicate auxiliary power restored." The Bajoran then returned to his seat next to the CO. "That should make it a little easier for the away team.", he said looking back at the viewscreen. (Reply from Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (USS Spectre - Bridge – Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell – 21:30) Remae became aware that he wasn't on the same Spectre as he was. It was an older Spectre and he seemed to be in a different uniform. It was interesting for the Bajoran because he seemed to be lucid, he know it was wrong and he didn't belong in his old Counsellor's uniform but there he was. In the corner of the Bridge was on the Orbs of the Prophets... it was around this time at the beginning of his career, Remae didn't believe in his heritage or upbringing, he has spent too much time around the Starfleet Supply station in his home district of Valour to spent time thinking about the Prophets. However, early on, he had encountered more than one of the orbs and we a few visits from Q, he confronted his peoples' gods head on and that had shaken his theology and his future. His was considering that when he snapped back into the present. Did anyone notice? He considered that as he continued to watch Bridge operations and the viewscreen. (Reply from Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (ATV Garallon - Deck 9 - MXO, Major Bruce Kowalski - 21:34) All at once, the deck was bathed in light, the Marines falling to the floor onto one knee upon instinct, their rifles held firm, as they scanned the now visible recesses that until now could be seen only via their NV equipment. A few had quickly deactivated their visual systems due to the sudden shock of visible light entering into the night vision gear, the only one seemingly not affected being Rameriz, who of course was made of light! Kowalski scanned his TACOM. The way ahead was clear, and with no targets showing on the display, he stood up. The rest of his team followed suit. "Well, someone has obviously restored power to the ships systems", he said, "which means...." Kowalski then headed towards one of the wall mounted internal comms units and raised a finger to activate it. Then he thought otherwise. No point in alerting a possible enemy of your presense, even if the only people supposed to be aboard were friendlies. Quickly, he turned to House, the man who could seemingly accomplish pretty much anything where covert surveillance was concerned. "Houseman", he said, "now that the ship appears to have power, do you think you might be able to access the internal sensor array without alerting anyone here that we are, well... here?", he asked. (Reply Houseman) "Get it done", said the MXO, "and make it sooner rather than later" (Reply Houseman, Any on Marine detail) (Posted by Alan) (ATV Garallon - Deck 4 - MXO, Major Bruce Kowalski - 21:37) Kowalski raised a hand once again, this time at the sight of something strange ahead. A blur, something moved across the annex ahead, it looked like a figure but it seemed to be moving at a rate that defied all logic. Bruce blinked hard, and then he checked the TACOM. Nothing... From behind, a hand upon his shoulder from the Marine closest to him as he queried the halt. "Is there a problem sir?", whispered the Marine. "Hell if I know", said Kowalski, half under his breath. "I thought I saw something ahead but...." By now of course, Houseman had worked his magic and secured the internal sensors of the ship in the manner requested of him earlier. Covert scans, no intrusions, minimum of fuss. The scans had shown no contacts aboard, and yet. Kowalski could have sworn he had just seen a figure! "A ghost perhaps", said someone from behind, a remark that caused the MXO to turn sharply, his brow furrowed, the tension clear now upon his face. "Spectres?", he enguired, "are you seriously suggesting that I saw a spirit, soldier?", he asked. The Marine drew a breath inwards. The last thing he would want to do was antagonise the old man, it was generally not a good idea, regardless of the fact that Kowalski was normally pretty level headed about most things. Bruce shook his head and dismissed his own angst. "It's nothing, forget it. Let's press on andsecure this hulk once and for all", he ordered, turning to face front once more and then continuing onwards. The thought of the mysterious moving figure still playing within his mind like an old movie... (Reply Any, IYW) (Posted by Alan) (ATV Garallon - Deck 4 - Academy Cadet Porsa - 21:45) Porsa had not faired at all well since her latest run in with the Dragon. Indeed, the armoury, when she had arrived there had been stripped almost bare of any useable protection, the only thing remaining being four discharged phasors and a Klingon pain stick! What the hell that was doing there was anyones business but it was the only thing there that still had any defensive capability at all, and so she took it. Sitting huddled into a corner in one of the storage rooms was where it had all led her now, and as she reminisced upon her battle an hour or so beforehand, she remembered the pain she'd felt when the Dragon had sent its fire. It still hurt even now, the skin scorched red, her tunic sleeve burnt from when she had raised an arm to shield her face from the flames. What she would give right now for one of her mothers healing recipes, or perhaps even a dermal regenerator! At this moment in time though, she was frozen to the spot, unable to moveand still cradling the pain stick. Where the hell was Udet anyway? The man had been there one minute and then gone the next. Probably spotting Zepellins no doubt, or playing hooplah with a German officers pointed helmet. Her greatest worry though was not for Udet but for Kurrik and Twinnings, her compatriots whom she had heard an hour or so beforehand, and then lost again. Why was that? She had heard Kurrik's voice clear enough but he had not answered her reply. It was as though he had not even heard her. This place was driving her nuts and she actually found herself contemplating climbing into an air lock and just being done with it. Time would take her soon enough anyway. There would be no rescue in this place, of that she was all but certain And then the lights came on! Porsa lifted her face from her oil stained hands and then drew herself into an even tighter huddled position. Then holding her breath, she looked about the room. She hadn't even known what sort of a room it was when she'd run into it, but now with the lights bathing the immediate surroundings, she knew that was in a simple storage room. The cadet bit at her lip, confused now. How could they have lighting with no warp core and the auxiliary power drained to only a few percent? It did not make sense. Drawing herself into a standing position though, she knew that the only way she would find out for sure if any of this was for real or another damned hallucination, was to go forth and find out. With that in mind, Porsa hesitantly ventured out into the now well lit corridor and then proceeded along it... (Reply Any, IYW) (Posted by Alan) (ATV Garallon - Deck 4 - Academy Cadet Porsa - 22:04) Porsa wasnot feeling particularly great at this moment in time, despite the relative lift of the ship now having become bathed in light again. It was as though life had returned once more, but from where? There was no steady thrum of a warp core idling and the ship did not seem to be moving at all. Indeed, looking through one of the nearby observations ports on the Starboard side of the Garallon, Porsa could see that they were still in this hellish place! Stumbling along the corridor she thought again to Kurrik, the normally irritating Vulcan and the wise-cracking Twinnings. What she'd give to have to listen to Kurrik's logical ranting right now, at least that would mean a return to some sort of normality. In this place though she only seemed to be able to find Dragons... and strange Germans fighting a war that was no longer being fought. It was all so utterly pointless, why was she even bothering to think that she might soon be out of this mess and laying in a calming bath on the way back to Federation space? Her train of thought though was suddenly disrupted and her heart missed a beat. Voices. She had heard voices! Porsa stopped mid stride and then listened intently. There it was again! For a moment she thought about shouting out to see who it was, but then thought better of it. What if it were a hostile boarding team intent on stripping the ship bare of whatever was still left on board? What if it were Orion traders looking for new slaves!!! Porsa ducked into an alcove as the voices grew louder still. There was more than one, maybe four, perhaps more. Porsa's heart suddenly quickened as shadows became visible on the bulkhead up ahead. Soon, the bearers of those voices would come around the corner and they'd perhaps find her. Looking about, Porsa hoped to find a Jeffery's tube hatch that she might be able to climb into quickly, but there were none available to her. ~Think! Think Porsa, think~ Suddenly, she was thinking that it might be a good idea for the Dragon to show up right now and dispatch these intruders. But no, things like that only happened in movies, not in real life. And then they were there! Military. The voices belonged to military men! And what's more, they looked like Starfleet military! If indeed they were not another hallucination that is. Immediately, Porsa stood and ventured slowly into the centre of the corridor and raised both her hands cautiously. They would shoot, she knew they wouldn't. What was odd though was that they didn't seem to be doing anything! "Hey there", said Porsa, "Starfleet Marines. Boy, am I glad to see you guys" The Marines though had not given any indication that they had even seen her, and as the full realisation of that began to sink in, Porsa furrowed her brow and stepped back against the bulkhead as they moved on by. "Guys!", she hollered, "Can't you frigging see me here!" Then she advanced towards the Marine taking up the rear and attempted to grab hold of his arm. A stupid thing to do perhaps, but perhaps not when you were desperate! Her hand though had seemed to move directly through the material and the flesh of the mans arm, her attempt to attract his attention seemingly amounting to nothing at all. Porsa fell back against the bulkhead once again and allowed herself to sink down the wall, her legs buckling beneath her as she stared dumbstruck. Then all of a sudden, a terrifying thought entered her mind which quickly culminated in an audible announcement to herself. "Am I dead?".... (Reply Any) (Posted by Alan) (ATV Garallon - Deck 4 - MXO, Major Bruce Kowalski - 22:12) Bruce shook the bizarre image from his head, the second one since they had arrived on the Garallon. A blurred image, apparently animated had appeared a little earlier down the corridor causing the MXO to question whether he might in fact be coming under the influence of the voids influence. Nobody else had seemed to see the distortions, which further raised the possibillity that that was indeed the case. Remembering his earlier conversation and orders regarding the photonic, Bruce took a glance back towards Rameriz, who seemed unperturbed and unaffected. But then, they had already had another episode earlier where one of his men had become convinced that Rats were attacking him. Kowalski wiped his brow with the back of his hand. It was getting hotter on this ship, or so he thought. Rameriz and the rest though didn't seem to be affected by it. The Holo-Marine though had seemingly noticed that the XO seemed to be becoming a little confused, and just as they had agreed on Spectre, he moved towards him in order to see what was up. (Reply Rameriz) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Personal Quarters - ACMO, Ens. A.O. Windsong-Trommashere - 22:25) Angeni opened one eye, moaning softly. She rolled over on her back, smacking her lips, putting her hand to her head. "Oooooh...." Her limbs moved spastically as all of her systems came back on line. The bright lights felt like daggers in her eyes, her vision blurry and going in and out of focus. She pulled her hand back from her head, looking at the blood running down her fingers. Her head felt like it was being beat on by a crappy drummer. As she laid there, she heard the door to her quarters slide open. "Dr. Trommashere?" A female voice rang out from her room. "In here..." was what she ment to say, but it came out more of a, "Mmfgm..." A blonde head popped around the corner and she saw the yellow of the security uniform come into view. The woman came in, trying to help her sit up as Angeni pushed her away. "Dr. Trommashere...you're injured...what happened?" "Fell...head..." Angeni was now trying to make it to a sitting position. The security officer helped her up and handed her a towel to cover herself while holding her hand over the gash on her head. "Lemme try that again..." Sentences were coming easier now. "I fell while getting out of the tub and I hit my head." "Let's get you to Sickbay..." Angeni shook her head, instantly regretting it. "No...I will be fine." The woman nodded. "Can I at least help you get settled?" Angeni nodded her assent. The woman walked out of the bathroom and returned a minute later with a fresh uniform. Angeni dressed quickly, taking a few moments to clean her face and head off. The bleeding had stopped, but the puddle on the floor shocked her. It always amazed her just how bad head wounds bled. She threw the towel over the blood puddle, making a mental note to clean it up at her first opportunity. She waved off the security guard with a smile. "I'm fine. I'm going to get cleaned up and make my way to Sickbay. Thank you very much for your help." The woman nodded and walked out. Angeni finished getting dressed and she walked out the door to Sickbay. (Reply Any, none) (Posted by Kari) =====================================================================