Compile August 1-4 We get a to see the after affects of Captain Smithwicks desperate attempt to ram the Champlain, and watch as engineering scrambles to start repairs. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Intermission Stardate: 2407.03.28 (Starbase Geneva, Secondary shuttledeck, Assistant shuttlemaster PO Jonathan Agrear, 1416) Mission: Beyond Vengeance Day: 1 Stardate: 2407:03:14 Compile Summary --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Champlain, Main Engineering - ACEO - Gabriel Suvik-Bertorelli - 0056) (USS Champlain - Guests' Quarters Deck 3 - SO - Lt. Bohb - 0057) USS Champlain, Bridge – Ops - Ensign Smith– 0108) (USS Champlain, Main Engineering - ACEO - Gabriele Suvik-Bertorelli 0111) (USS Champlain, Main Engineering – ACEO - Ensign Paul Bird– 0114) (USS Wyvern, Main Engineering, Lt Cmdr- CEO Carson Purdue-0115) (USS Wyvern, Bridge, Lt - CTAC/SEC Soolay Tenbor-0116) (USS Wyvern – Deck 2, Security Officer Ensign Dizhei Ryan – 0117) (USS Champlain, Forward Shield Generator – SCPO - Alonzo DiCosta– 0120) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva, Secondary shuttledeck, Assistant shuttlemaster PO Jonathan Agrear, 14.16) "Hi Carol," the flightdeck attendant heard and as she looked up, she saw John Agrear walk up to her, carrying a padd. "Hey, John, I didn't know that you were back already. How was the holiday?" John grinned broadly. "Short, way too short. I was just about to get to learn this gorgeous woman I met on Palagar a bit better, when out of nowhere this shuttle lands to take me back. I mean, how unsporting can you get!" Carol Fraser grinned for a second, knowing full well that John was the kind of man who saw it as a marriage invitation if the woman didn't frown at him five seconds after she laid eyes on him. "I know, John, I know. Life is so unfair, eh? But what brings you down? Aren't you afraid that your comfy chair upstairs will get cold?" John grunted but disregarded the jibe. "We just got a shipment in, new shuttles. Straight from the factory, apparently, five 18's, four 8's, two 9's, four 13's and 3 Danubes. But I can't remember seeing a requisition form for new shuttles. Did we have a fire in the holds when I was off?" Carol frowned. "That's quite a lot. And no, I wouldn't know why we would require new ones, we are still fully stocked. What's a 13, anyway?" "Apparently a modified 11," John replied after a look on the padd. "You know? One of the types that can be designed by ship's crew. This one, apparently, was designed by ... where was it. Oh yeah, Styg, whoever that is. An Ensign Styg. Ring any bells?" Carol shook her head. "Not on this floor," she replied. "An Ensign, you say? VERY unlikely. More likely the main deck rather than us. When was the last time one of them Ensigns graced us with their presence?" "Well," John replied after some thought, "There was this guy, Ensign Taylor, I think, three years ago?" "He doesn't count," Carol said with a frown. "He was lost. No, he's main, I bet you anything he's one of their hotshots." John fell silent, then suddenly grinned. "You're on." he said quickly. "You did say anything, didn't you?" Carol eyed the PO wearily. "Yes," she said slowly, wondering what she had gotten herself into. "Why?" Jonathan by this time beamed. "Just came from there," he said laughing, "They haven't heard of him either. Ok, it's settled then. Dinner for two in my quarters and you do the cooking." Laughing loudly he turned and walked away, quickly followed by the flight deck attendant. "But John," Carol tried, "you know I'm a lousy cook!" "Not as lousy as I am," John replied then stopped and turned round, facing the attendant. "Unless you wanna go back on your word?" he said. Carol stopped dead in her tracks, sighed and shook her head. "No," she said sighing, "I won't. OK, I'll cook your flippin' dinner. But don't you go expecting any after dinner deserts!" "I'm not," John replied quickly, a bit too quickly for Carol's liking. ~And what is wrong with me?~ she thought with a pang of anger. "Good!" John said then smacked his lips. "Baked beans on toast with melted cheese on top. Lovely! You won't find that in any posh restaurant." ~And that is for a VERY good reason,~ Carol thought annoyed. "You cheated," she accused. "You still haven't got a clue where this Ensign is." "Where what Ensign is?" they suddenly heard a third voice from behind. Jonathan turned around and nodded to the newcomer. "Hi Melvin, Carol is going out with me," he said to Melvin Bradley, the secondary flightdeck operations controller. "Is she now?" Melvin said, shooting a glance at Carol. "No, I'm not," she replied frostily, "I'm gonna cook his dinner, that's all." "Ahh," was all that Melvin said with a questioning look in his eyes. "And that has something to do with this Ensign that is lost?" Melvin tried again when no further explanations followed. "Well, sort of, " John replied quickly before Carol could say anything. "We got a shipment of shuttles in, you see? Quite a large shipment in fact, and all brand-spanking new. And we didn't order them, nor did they upstairs. All we have a note on the delivery padd and a rank and a name, an Ensign ...." Jonathan checked the padd again. "Styg," he finished having found it on the padd. Melvin looked at the man for a second then whistled sharply through his teeth. "The ghost?" he asked as he grabbed the padd to check the name for himself. "Ghost?!" both of the others exclaimed. "Yeah, creepy guy, came here three days ago from upstairs." He then turned around to look at Carol. "You must have seen him?" he tried, "white evac suit, been here for the last three days?" Carol's eyes opened wide. "That? Eh... him? But I thought it was an exhibition piece that somebody forgot to remove. That wasn't an Ensign? It hasn't moved! Not an inch!" Melvin nodded. "Nope, hasn't moved a muscle ever since he came down. I had security check him out, because, basically he gave me the creeps. Like looking at a statue and you get this feeling that it is about to jump you, you know? Very weird and creepy. But security checked him out and said he was legit. He was an Ensign from planet Styg and his name was Styg. And then they hightailed out of here. Never seen them walk that fast. But he didn't move, didn't speak, basically did nothing but stand around. And after a while, we forgot about him. well, he was always there, you see and after a while he kinda blended in with the background so to speak. Kilana from the canteen once stepped up to him and asked if he wanted something to eat or to drink? Not a single reaction. Just ignored her and stood there, for sixty or seventy hours. And not one movement. I tell you, he's a creep." Jonathan looked around him frowning. "And where is he then?" he said tersely, pretty sure that he was being wound up. Both Carol and Melvin spoke as one "Well, over..." and both Carol and Melvin fell silent simultaneously as they both pointed to an empty floor at the back of the flightdeck. "Well, I'll be.." Melvin said. "He was just there, not more than a minute ago. I saw him!" Suddenly three hearts stopped beating as the three heard this .... sound. It sounded like somebody with asthma breathed heavily through a large metallic pipe. Actually three large metallic pipes, each with a slightly different diameter. On the whole it sounded like a wail that lasted for several seconds, and all three suddenly saw in their mind this banshee rising up through the floor behind them to claim their souls. They all shivered when the wail ended, to be followed by three voices with slightly differing frequencies and with slight delays between them saying softly: "S-s-s-h-h-h-i-i-i-p-p-p-s-s-s...... h-h-h-e-e-e-r-r-r-e-e-e?" NRPG: Imagine somebody who breathed in helium and then spoke with a spooky voice combined with three thousand fingernails scratching on the blackboard. RPG: Jonathan, suddenly feeling very foolish, not having seen that apparition himself and turned on the spot. He froze as he saw a statue, clad in a white evac suit, standing behind him unmoving, but at the same time about to jump him. "Uhhhh, " he started then fell silent as he heard the small motors inside the suit start whirring and the helmet turned slowly until it faced him and Jonathan looked upon the black visor and suddenly felt trapped by the utter blackness that emanated from it. His knees started buckling, or would have, if his muscles weren't so rigid with fright. "Uhhhh," Jonathan uttered again, his gaze held by the visor and the emptiness it promised behind it. "You Styg?" he uttered with dried out mouth. The motors whirred again and the helmet turned slowly to the front again, his visor pointing now in between Melvin and Carol. Again a long wail followed, and John thought his heart would stop beating permanently. "Y-y-y-e-e-e-s-s-s," followed the seconds-long wail and then after what felt like a lifetime: "S-s-s-t-t-t-y-y-y-g-g-g ......... S-s-s-h-h-h-i-i-i-p-p-p-s-s-s h-h-h-e-e-e-r-r-r-e-e-e?" NRPG: In future I will write single letters, but I did the above to give an impression of how it must have sounded. RPG: Having been released by the unstaring stare, Jonathan swallowed quickly. "Uhhh, yes, Sir," he followed on, looking down at his padd which gave him new courage. "All present and accounted for, Sir. But I need your thumbprint as proof..." He fell suddenly silent as the motors started whirring again and the helmet turned towards him again, but then he heard different motors whirring and the helmet also moved downwards until the motors fell silent again and the helmet looked at the padd. Jonathan suddenly realised that it would be hard to get anything from the Ensign, let alone a thumbprint from a fully-gloved hand. Different motors suddenly started whirring and the Ensign's left arm came up and turned and his hand, clad in white gloves, opened and he lay his index finger on the padd. It remained there for several sounds until the hand and arm moved again, accompanied by several whirring motors. The hand fell in place next to the body and a whole orchestra of motors sounded out as the statue started walking away from the three towards the area in the back that Carol was still pointing at, open mouthed. "... of delivery," Jonathan finished the sentence and then looked down on his padd. He nearly dropped it when he saw a thumb-sized spot of cascading green and purple in the area reserved for the thumb-print to acknowledge receipt, obviously left there by the index finger as it 'touched' the padd. Frowning, he ran his finger over it, wondering if somehow the Ensign had broken it, but he found he could not rub it off. He pressed harder with his thumb and accidentally touched the 'report' button. The padd responded with a beep and a green light to signal that it accepted the identification evidence. Again Jonathan swallowed, but this time out of surprise until he started laughing nervously. "Uhh, yes, thank you, Sir," he shouted out at the back of the retreating figure. "We'll take good care of your babies, Sir, you mark my words. We'll store them safely, Sir." Suddenly the figure halted and although he was now too far away to hear the motors, Jonathan could imagine hearing them in his mind as the helmet turned again and didn't stop until it had turned 180 degrees and looked backwards. The wail didn't sound as frightening this time, most likely due to the distance between the Ensign and Jonathan. Never the less seeing a helmet of an evac suit gave the mind an impression of a head being inside it and to see it turn for a full half turn was frightening enough on its own. "No," the figure said, " No store. Styg test. Now." Jonathan looked for a second at the equally baffled Melvin. "But I can assure you, Sir, that they are in mint condition. There is no need for you to test them. They have been fully tested after assembly. I can show you the certificates if you wa...." "No", he was interrupted by Styg's voice and it sounded very final. "Styg test." "Yes, Sir," Jonathan said with a sigh. After all, the man was an Ensign. "I'll arrange for them to be prepared for flight, Sir. It will take a while, though, Sir. Perhaps you might want to refresh yourself in the meantime? It will be a good seven hours at least." "Styg wait," the pilot said and started walking again, with his head still pointing backwards. Yet he found his way without faltering and only when he had reached his previous position did the head turn to the front again. Seeking assistance Jonathan looked at Melvin, who looked at Carol then at Jonathan. "Sir?" Melvin shouted out. "WHICH one do you want to test, Sir?" Again the head turned all the way towards the group of three and none of them had any trouble hearing the soft spoken response. "All." (reply by nobody at this time, unless you wish an NPC to 'interact' with Styg. There will be further posts about him.) (Posted by Adrie Geuken) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Champlain, Main Engineering - ACEO - Gabriel Suvik-Bertorelli - 0056) "Glad your here Gabe, and in a word 'bad'," he replied with a small smile, then got down to job in hand "we have impulse and warp functioning within limits, although I've got Anderson watching the lateral nacelle, as I'm not keen in the readings, we have a sever hull breach on deck 3, force fields are holding, Teak has been dispatched to sort it out. The tractor beam has taken a beating, but holding. We have numerous sustems damage and power outages ship wide and the bridge took a fair old hammering." "Just another day in Starfleet then," Gabe said trying to lighten the mood and failing miserably. "Aye Sir, that would be right." Paul lowered his voice and moved closer to Gabe. "Do you know what's going on? Who attacked us?" Gabe felt his stomach drop like he was back on the turbolift. He was preparing to take command of his team and he had no idea what was going on. He had hoped Paul would know more. "To tell you the truth, Paul, I don't. Having been off duty I kind of, uh, let things slip a bit." "Right Boss, what do you want me to do first?" ~Boss? You have more skill at command and control than I do!~ "Er, I think we need to know what's going on. Access a tactical systems display and get some info on who we're facing. I bet no one from the bridge has been in contact..." It was more of a statement than question. (Reply Paul) "Engineering to Bridge." (Reply someone on the bridge) (Reply Bird / Bridge) (Posted by Matt) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Champlain - Guests' Quarters Deck 3 - SO - Lt. Bohb - 0057) Bohb felt the tug at his tunic, and looked down at Hannah, smiling and showing one finger, to request one minute of patience from the girl. He knew that human children were not renowned for their patience. But he was some what gratified when the tugging ended. However, Schell's response soon caught his attention. "You can't possibly be serious," replied Laura. "Why take the risk of another jump across open vacuum - which, by the way, I'm astonished you survived to begin with - when you could just take us out through a section of wall using your phaser?. Say..." and she indicated the couple of metres of open wall to her left, bounded on one side by the forcefield, "...that one?" Bohb looked at her. "We really don't have time to go through this right now, Doctor," he said sternly. "That wall is not easily accessible to cut all the way through. It has power couplings in the space between the walls. We really just can't go cutting through walls." The motion of the cat bounding away and Hannah being dragged along caught the Magillan's eye. Fortunately it caught Schell's eyes aswell. "Hannah, get back here this instant," Schell snapped. Bohb moved quickly and took hold of the little. He held her up and the cat seemed to relinquish his hold on her. The large security officer smiled again and said, "Perhaps we can share a banana split later, little one. Right now we have to go for a ride." He realized that Doctor Schell was being obstinate, and he could understand her hesitation... to a point. There was something going on here that was not what it seemed. However, he didn't have time to get to the bottom of it right now. He decided that he was going to have to do this the hard way. With a deep sigh he tapped his comm. badge. "One more time Ensign Sitee." Bohb turned to the force field and holding Hannah in one arm he wrapped his other around Laura Schell. The buzz of the force field stopped and before the scientist could react Bohb threw his full weight to the other side of the room. He felt his grip slip for a moment before the comforting hum of the force field went back on. Unfortunately, his momentum carried Bohb back into the energy field. Bohb managed to push his charges forward so that they would be safe. He felt the hairs on his neck singe as he bounced of the force field. He looked up to see the blazing eyes of the woman he had just rescued and decided it was best to just ignore it for the moment. Besides, he really didn't feel that he had a need to apologize. He tapped his comm. badge. "Bohb to the bridge, Doctor Schell and her daughter are now safe...relatively. What do you want done with them?" =^=We're a little busy right now Bohb, use your discretion.=^= The channel cut off. ~Swell! ~ Then Bohb remembered that there must be a lot going on the bridge right now. He looked at Schell and then at Hannah. He had to find a place for the little girl to rest, and he was having trouble trusting the doctor. "Well, doctor, what should we do with you now?" Bobh said as he lead the pair out into the corridor. (reply Schell) (posted by Al Muir) --------------------------------------------------------------------- USS Champlain, Bridge – Ops - Ensign Smith– 0108) "Helm, evasive maneuvers, hard to port, she's attempting a collision course." Robert pulled his mind back to what was happening around him. He looked at the image of the Wyvern getting larger in the view screen. He glanced at the helmsman reacting to the order. ~To slow, to slow~ He's hands danced over the console in an vain attempt to try and minimise the damage that would occur. "ALL HANDS BRACE FOR IMPACT." He stabbed at the console. Sending out a command that would take the all the reserve power that he had at his disposal to bolster up the emergency defences. He was flung to one side and gripped onto his console for dear life to stop him from flying off. He pooled him self up right and looked at his systems. ~Well that saw something I would not like to try again~ He activated a level 5 systems diagnostic and watched as the data flooded in. "We have an outer hull breach, deck ten starboard section." ~Need to keep power to those section~ "Outer and inner hull breaches in the starboard warp drive pylon. SIF systems are holding, damaged sections are sealed off with containment fields. Starboard nacelle warp coil off line." He turned and looked at Bree. "Sir most of the major EPS junctions on decks 9 through 11 on the starboard side have blown, am attempting to re-route power. Over loads in the Rec Bay and the holodecks on deck 11. I'm also getting error messages from the secondary computer core.." He paused as a new message popped up on his screen. "...and the chief says that the replicators are down in 10-Forward so breakfast might be delayed." He grinned slightly. ~Yeah, wounder if that will make the food a bit better~ (reply Bree, any on bridge) (reply Bree, any on bridge) (posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Champlain, Main Engineering - ACEO - Gabriele Suvik-Bertorelli 0111) They had been in conversation, studying readouts when T'Larah's voice filled the section. =^= ALL HANDS BRACE FOR IMPACT. =^= Paul and Gabe looked at each other. Gabe manage to find a hand hold just in time but Paul was thrown to the floor. The vibrations of impact ran through Gabe's body, and he felt like his skull would shatter. Paul pulled himself to his feet. "What's the damge?" he asked. Gabe thumbed a display and got a readout. "We collided with the other ship! We have more hull breaches and.." His console bleeped. "Looks like we have another problem..." Carole then called over from her station. "Sirs, the impact has created a cascade in the dorsal warp containment, I'm going to have to take it offline." "Right," Gabe called. "Take it offline now or the warp coils will overload. We would be looking at a core breach if that cascade happens" Gabe thumbed the warp plasma system. "I'm venting plasma from the nacelle and diverting the plasma flow. Paul, can you help me with this?" "Actually I think I'd better help with the dorsal warp, we should be able to get that one working a lot quicker, Gabe." Gabe didn't know what to say. He hadn't ordered Paul to help him so he wasn't countermanding an order... Gabe took a deep breath and thought thing through. Paul was right to help Carole instead - it was more urgent. The truth was Gabe wasn't 100% sure he was doing the right thing. He lacked the confidence of a command officer. "Ok, Paul. Give Carole all the help she needs but I want regular progress reports, please." Paul was talking to Teak over the comm and Gabe wished he could talk to her. Instead he turned to his station and ran through a list of all activities that Engineering staff were engaged in and tried to the rest of the remaining damage repairs. (Possible reply Bird, Carole, Teak, other Engineering or Bridge staff) (Posted by Matt) --------------------------------------------------------------------- USS Champlain, Main Engineering – ACEO - Ensign Paul Bird– 0114) Paul looked at the information scrolling across the terminal in front of him , and frowned . According to the diagnostics he had just run on the dorsal nacelle , the instability he had been registering on it was down to some sort of misalignment in the warp coil , ~ Carol had done a good job there , managing to keep it online ~ , but it had not been that which had caused the crewman to take the Nacelle of line . That little beauty was down to an EPS tap being damaged , most probably when the ship got shook about during the collision . Paul looked up as Carol spoke to him " Can I make a suggestion Boss ? I think we could use some help here . " At this Paul's eyebrow shot up ~ she must of seen the confused look on my face , and guessed I was in over my head ~ , but before Paul could reply to her question , crewman Anderson continued , as she did she reached out and put her hand on Paul's arm , taking him by surprise, " I'm not saying that you can't cope , Paul , it's just that I think we will have to get this fixed as fast as possible , and we just happen to have a 20 year vet who probably knows this system like the back of his hand . " At this she removed her hand , but smiled warmly at him , ~ wow she's pretty , no stick to the job at hand !~ " I , err , yes agree , that sounds ok " , Paul reddened , and felt flustered ~ back to normal then ~ , " who we on about anyway ? " " Al " , at Paul's confused look she continued " SCPO Alonzo Dicosta , he around here somewhere I'll just go and get him " , with that she turned and left the bemused ensign . With a sigh Paul activated his com badge , and gave his report to Suvik-Bertorelli . ( Reply Gabe ) ( Reply Gabe // Reply to crewman Anderson ;- Dicosta ) ( Posted by Paul ) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Wyvern, Main Engineering, Lt Cmdr- CEO Carson Purdue-0115) Purdue stood in front of the console where he had been captured. The young ensign covering him standing almost close enough to attack. Carson considered it, but there were too many of the enemy to make his attempt anything but futile. Anyway, he'd locked out the consoles, so Main Engineering was nothing more than asset denial at this stage in the game. A Klingon warrior wearing a security uniform and bearing the rank of Chief Petty Officer. Approached him. "Just keep quiet, don’t give me a reason to shoot you, and we’ll do this the Federation’s way.” he snarled. “You heard Janeway back there. Knock out those internal sensors… blind them!” Barrett scrambled to comply, but when she reached the nearest terminal, she frowned. “They have the command codes reset, Kay. I’m locked out… this might take some time….” Her voice trailed off as she frantically attempted to hack in. "Lieutenant Commander Carson James Purdue, Chief Engineering Officer USS Wyvern NCC-26753, ranking. I formally request consideration for myself and my engineering crew as prisoners of war, to be treated in accordance to established regulations." he interjected as soon as the opportunity presented itself. The Klingon turned to look at him. He might have spoken but his commbadge demanded his attention. ^=Lt. Janeway to CPO Kohlass, Report!=^= “Engineering secured, Sir, but…” Janeway cut him off. =^= Good job, Kohlass. Work on building up a defensible perimeter. You’re likely to have Wyvern teams heading down to you now. Have Barrett get into thier systems, If we can make them even more defenseless to our attacks the better. =^= “Yes, Sir, we’re on it, but the command codes have been reinstated. We need Alexander down here, now, Sir!” he replied evenly. It sounded like there was a firefight breaking out on the other end of the channel as the line closed. ~Give 'em Hell boys.~ Carson thought smiling. “Just do the best you can, Barrett. If he doesn’t answer soon, I’ll get Alexander down here myself!” Kohlass snarled, then turned to the prisoners and simply glared silently at them, baring his teeth slightly as he counted the seconds. "Chief Kohlass, I formally request your acknowledgement of my request for myself and my crew to be classified as prisoners of war and afforded all conditions permitted by established Starfleet regulations." (reply Kohlass, Any) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Wyvern, Bridge, Lt - CTAC/SEC Soolay Tenbor-0116) The bridge shook with a tremendous force as the two ships parted company. To say that it was a beneficial encounter to either ship was a vast and sanctimonious lie. The captain was thrown to the floor and Soolay, barely managed to keep her footing as the sounds of the tearing hulls reverberated through the ship. She turned her attention to the Captain, reaching down to help her up from her sprawled position on the deck. Soolay put a hand down and helped her up. Angela looked at the hand on her arm. "This is mutiny, Martin," she said sorrowfully. "He'll see you shot for this." She didn't need to say who 'he' was. They all knew. "Yes" he answered softly, " I suppose he might at that." The captain took her hand and Soolay pulled her to her feet. She saw the First Officer nod to her, then she led the captain to the ready room, where the door was secured behind her. She was almost back to her station when O'Shea started giving his orders to the helm officer. ~At least he realizes the fact that we can't win this~ she thought to herself. She quickly brought herself back to speed on what was happening on the ship. She started scanning the internal sensor logs. Her heart froze. "Captain, " she said instinctively, hoping that she wasn't breaking protocol, " All our deck one security teams have been neutralized. The enemy boarding team is literally right outside the door to the bridge, sir." Soolay reported. "They don't seem to be trying to attempt to force the doors open. They must be waiting for something." she finished. "I'm sure they are, miss Soolay. They are likely waiting to see if they can regain computer control in Main Engineering. If they do that, we've lost, then they'll just open the doors." he replied. For one very long moment he realized that he had already lost. But he couldn't just surrender. He needed a better reason. As long as they could run, even if slowly, he was obliged to his crew to do so. He wouldn't just abandon them to the enemy. He had no idea what kind of people they were. He wasn't certain if they were the horrible people that the official propaganda portrayed them to be, but he did know that Doenitz was every bit the monster that LaDona claimed he was. And because of that, Martin O'Shea would do what he could to ensure that his people would not be held responsible for his failure. "Prepare to defend the bridge." he said evenly. Any such actions would be costly. Put me on loud speaker, shipwide MC1. "MC1 open sir." Soolay replied. "Attention all hands. This is Commander O'Shea speaking. As of a few minutes ago I relieved Captain Smithwick of her command for violating several regulations concerning the rules of engagement. The breaking of which rules has brought us to where we are now." he paused. "We are heavily damaged and have been boarded by seditionist forces from the USS Champlain. My duty is to defend the ship as necessary to ensure the survival of her crew. To those ends, I am attempting to withdraw from this engagement. However, that still leaves us with the problem of the boarding party from the Champlain." "It is my intention to resist all efforts to capture this ship. To this point I have ordered phasers to be used only on non-lethal settings. If all actions by the boarding parties is not immediately halted, I will be forced to rescind that order. I urge the commanding officer of the Champlain boarding teams to consider a cease fire to discuss our situation through comm." "Further updates shall be given as they develop. O'Shea out." he motioned to close the channel. Soolay closed it. "You want to discuss things with them commander?" She said disbelieving. "Not really, Lieutenant. I want them to consider the possibility that I do. It will buy us enough time to really throw a monkey wrench into their plans, And it might give us a minor advantage." he replied. "And how exactly, sir, is that going to happen?" She asked. "I want you to divert one of the security teams heading for main engineering. Have them make their way to the Main Computer Core. I want them to physically remove the hardware link enabling the Engineering and Lower deck terminals. It's located in Junction 12a; Six little isolinear chips. Without them in place, the terminals in Main Engineering will go dead, and that will force them to wait that much longer until we can get our teams back up to deck 1. We might even regain the initiative." he ordered. Soolay smiled. "Aye, sir. We might at that." (reply Any) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- RPG: (USS Wyvern – Deck 2, Security Officer Ensign Dizhei Ryan – 0117) =/\=Ensign Ryan, Report.=/\= Diz ducked back behind the corner or the corridor and tapped her commbadge. As she did so she nodded to Hellman, who threw the stun grenade he was holding in the direction of the team currently pinning them down. "Ryan here, Sir. We're making our way slowly along Deck 2 but hitting resistance all the way." The grenade went off with a WUMP! and after listening for a few seconds, Diz peeped around the corner. The team that had pinned them down was now apparently out for the count. "Hawk, take Hellman and check them out, will you? If there are any injuries, treat them," she ordered and went back to talking to Janeway. "But for now, Sir, we're doing OK. Slow but steady, Sir. We're not too far from the hatchway to Deck 1. I'll keep you informed as I can, Sir. Ryan out." Finishing the conversation, she looked round to see Hawk lounging against the wall. Diz frowned. "Ensign Hawk, I thought I told you to check if anyone was hurt round there?" "That's not my job," he sneered, "I sent Corday with him instead." Diz hung onto her temper with an effort. She grabbed his arm and pulled him a little away from the rest of the team. "Mister Hawk," she hissed, "it may have escaped your notice but *I* am in command of this team. That means that *I* make the decisions. There was a reason I didn't send Corday, she's hurt. And if I may remind you, she got hurt because *you* took it into your head to ignore your orders!" "Oh, yes ma'am, sorry ma'am, won't happen again ma'am," he mocked, pretending to touch his forelock. "No," Diz stated flatly. "It won't." She turned away and started to head back to the others when she heard him mutter something. Her antennae swivelled back and she whirled around. "WHAT did you say?!" she demanded. He smirked. "Nothing, ma'am. Nothing at all for you to get your antennae in a twist about." Diz's eyes narrowed, but she dropped it for now, and on Hellman's signal, they all moved out. She had no intention of letting him interfere with their job, any more than he already had. As they did so, the comms blared "BRACE FOR IMPACT" and seconds later a large jolt threw them to the deck. Picking herself up when the ship steadied, Diz checked her team. Fortunately there were no casualties and she tapped her badge again. "Ryan to Janeway. We're all unharmed. Continuing on." (reply any, none) (Posted by Liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Champlain, Forward Shield Generator – SCPO - Alonzo DiCosta– 0120) Alonzo had pulled himself through the open access panel until only his legs below his knees were showing, A young pup of an ensign was crouched outside handing him the tools he needed to get the system repaired. "Okay, hand me the gauss spanner." He said thrusting the end of his hand out so that the appropriate tool could be placed there. The slender wand-like device was slapped into his hand much like a scalpel might be given to a surgeon. He pulled his arm back inside the confining space beneath the forward shield generator and brought it up to the small revealed magnetic resonator that he was working on. Without looking at the device's display, he adjusted it to the correct magnetic field settings and brought it to the actuator assembly that he expected to be the problem. Several of the nearby actuators snapped closed with a distinct popping noise. They were operating as they should be, but the last two actuators did not close, and as a result the EPS connection remained closed. "Okay I need the Ionizer, it's the one that looks like a two-pronged pitchfork. I want the one that has the slightly melted spot on the handle." Al said, then dropped the gauss spanner onto his chest before forcing his hand back out through the opening. There was a delay. No tool was placed in his hand. "It's on the left side.. Red handle." he shouted out from beneath his position under the field coil relay assembly. Finally the tool was placed in his hand and he slid it back under the relay and went to work, realigning the quantum matrix of the damaged actuators. Once the burnt residue was removed from them both, he tested them with the gauss spanner. They both snapped closed although they did so hesitantly. To make certain they stayed closed. He used his handheld plasma torch and sealed them into position. He left the others as they were, since they were operating properly. Now when the power was restored and the shields activated the relays would close and they'd have functioning forward shields again, at least until the powers that be broke something again. DiCosta replaced the safety cover and wiggled out from under the primary forward shield generator assembly. The ensign had been joined by Carol, one of a handful of other engineers who actually understood her job. Al wondered which of the ACEOs had sent her to get things done down here in a hurry. "Hello Carol," he said as he sat upright, stretching slightly as he did so. (reply Carol) He replaced some of his personal tools into his personal tool kit. It contained a few pieces that had seen a longer service than he had and couldn't be found any longer. The engineering kits today were so much different, Al just simply preferred his own equipment, Using it, he could usually repair something faster than an engineer using the more 'modern' kit. "I was just finishing up here." he said, nonchalantly. "He knew that he should have followed the regs and pulled the entire generator out of it's footing to conduct the repair, but that would have taken hours. As it was it only took him about 25 minutes. (reply Carol) "Not much really, the primary magnetic actuators in the magnetic resonator power relay switch were dead in the number five and six positions." he replied. " I just crawled in past the coils and forced them closed and sealed them there. As a quick fix, you understand?" he added. (reply Carol) He held up an index finger to her indicating that she should wait, just a moment. "Ensign, If you'd be so kind as to restore the power flow through the EPS Conduit, I think we can tell Meng that they have shields again." NRPG: Meng = Main Engineering RPG: Ensign Heras restored the power connection and immediately the coils began to hum as the plasma energy charged them. The shield generator was back online. "Well I'll be.." the ensign exclaimed. "And we didn't even have to pull the generator. That's simply amazing work Chief." "It's nothing kiddo, just experience, you'll get it soon enough." he replied then turned back to Carol. "I'm sorry Carol, what do you need?" he asked her. (Reply Carol, Any) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------