NRPG: Happy New Years Everybody!!! Today's Compile Index is brought to you by the Year of the Rat: Day 12 (USS Boudicca - Bridge- SEE- Lt. Matthew McLaren- 1822) (USS Boudicca - Main Engineering - ACEO Ensign Lorimar - 1938) (Escape Pod Omega Two - ACEO Ensign Lorimar - 1950) (Starbase Valhalla- Deck 9- Subsection 22- SEE- Lt. Matthew McLaren- 2009) (Starbase Valhalla- Subsection 14 - aCO Commander Archibald Stakes - 2010) (Starbase Valhalla- Deck 52, Subsection 14- AOPS, Lt. Tollian Yalix- 2012) (Starbase Valhalla - Subsection 14, Temporary Command Center – Commander Dinnica Roil - 2014) (Starbase Valhalla - Subsection 14, Temporary Command Center - Ensign Mia Simmons - 2015) (Starbase Valhalla- Deck 9- Subsection 22- SEE- Lt. Matthew McLaren- 2015) (Starbase Valhalla- Deck 52, Subsection 14- AOPS, Lt. Tollian Yalix- 2020) (Starbase Valhalla- Deck 9- Subsection 22- SEE- Lt. Matthew McLaren- 2021) (Starbase Valhalla- Deck 54, Subsection 14- AOPS, Lt. Tollian Yalix- 2025) (Starbase Valhalla - Subsection 14, Temporary Command Center - aCO - Commander Archibald Stakes - 2039) (Starbase Valhalla - Subsection 14, Temporary Command Center - Yeoman PO Esmeralda Stakes - 2046) (Starbase Valhalla - Subsection 14, Temporary Command Center - aCO - Commander Archibald Stakes - 2047) RPG: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mission: The Fires of Heaven, Day 12 Stardate: 2407.07.09 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Boudicca - Bridge- SEE- Lt. Matthew McLaren- 1822) Matthew watched the bizarre events unfold in the turbolift. He had never even heard of such a thing taking place in any stories he'd ever heard. One misfire he could have considered an accident, several and a self-inflicted injury as well was just incredibly clumsy. "Mister McLaren, take down the outer segment," Stakes commanded. "Gentlemen, when the fields are brought down I want you to position yourself near the entrance to the turbolift and be ready to stun anything that moves in there, including our security officer. *Especially* our security officer. Then when the fields of the entrances to the turbolift and the ready room are brought down, gather the marines and bring them to the ready room. I'll send for medical assistance once the transfer is done. Let them walk if they can, otherwise carry them. Then gather the BDU's and weapons and keep them somewhere safe." Matthew nodded, then replied, "Aye sir." He dropped the field as directed and then pulled his hand phaser. He covered the enemy marines while they were on the bridge, but Laroon and the other security officers on the Boudicca's bridge handled everything else. Once the BDUs and weapons had been stacked, Matthew transported them to the Armory. He couldn't think of anyplace safer for them to be then there. (reply none needed) (posted by Daniel Greene) (USS Boudicca - Main Engineering - ACEO Ensign Lorimar - 1938) ~This fine lassie cannae hold together much longer!!~ Bob Lorimar was not prescient; but he was a practical man. The damage reports, and more importantly the actual damage was piling on faster than four shiploads of engineers could fix. The Boudicca's engineering staff, Bob knew, was among the best there was. The CEO had left him in charge after she had taken personal command of a damage control team, running from one desperate emergency to another yet more desperate one. Lieutenant al-Sharif had been keeping him posted as best she could. He suddenly realized he had not in fact heard from her for several minutes. He was concerned... no, worried for her safety along with the team she was leading. His thoughts had no more time to develop as the battered ship lurched again. For only the second time in hours, he lost his footing and fell forward against a console, smashing his head hard. His world went black. "Bob? Bob? Are you alright?" ~A voice. Do I know that voice? Woman... sounds familiar. I know I know....~ Sensation began to return, slowly. ~Hands. On my arm? Pulling on me. Face. Wet. Sticky. Why is my face sticky? Why can't I see??~ "Bob, can you hear me?" ~That voice... I know that voice. She sounds worried? Why? I know! Enright. Stacey Enright!~ His eyelids fluttered open. Sensation returned then, mostly. ~Pain. Dizzy. What???~ He realized he was lying on the deck. A hand gently wiped the sticky... ~Blood?? Mine??~ from his eyes. He focused with some difficulty. The hand was connected to an arm. The arm was connected to a body, the body had a head, and face, and blond hair. ~Enright, ah was right!~ 'Wha' happened?" he asked, his voice a bit more slurred than usual. "Shh. Lie still. You fell and hit your head. You lost consciousness." He tried to comply as best as his still muddled thoughts would allow. He could feel her working on his forehead. Tying a crude bandage around his head. At least he could see now. The sticky, he realized, was blood flowing from his head. It had stopped, Enright must have done that, he realized. His head began to clear. A headache, and a bad one replaced the previous lack of sensation. "How long--" She anticipated his question. "Five, maybe six minutes Bob. But thats not the worst of it. The Captain ordered 'Abandon Ship'" "WHAT?" His head felt like it would split open. He winced, and continued much more quietly. "Say again lassie?" "Abandon ship order... couple minutes ago. We need to get you moving. Right now." He felt hands under his arms, realized someone else was there with them. He slowly turned his head as he stood up from the deck. Ensign J'Nare. "Thanks ye two. Did ye start the autoshutdown sequences?" Enright smiled gently at him. "Done, done, and done Bob... errrm I mean sir." "Right lassie, ah should hae guessed. Where's the CEO?" "We are the last three engineers aboard, so far as we know. Ensign J'Nare checked the engine spaces along with Chief Greene. Seems we are the last on the lower decks sir." "Enough with the sir stuff lassie... ye saved mah life, and Bob is just fine in any case." He glanced around, and the chamber was indeed empty. And quite lifeless. The warp core lay dark and lifeless, what little instrumentation left undamaged was dark. The only light came from emergency battery supplied escape lighting, dimmer even than battle illumination. The ship lay quiet as well. No equipment noises, ventilation hums... nothing. She was a dead hulk. Time to leave indeed. "Right. We've done all we could. More than anyone expected. We've done oor jobs. Time tae go." ~But we'll be back. If not the Boudicca, then another ship. Starfleet will survive. And so will we!~ (Escape Pod Omega Two - ACEO Ensign Lorimar - 1950) The three engineers had happened upon two more wounded crewmembers enroute to the escape pod. Fortunately both were hurt but ambulatory. They found a security guard, PO Marrish at the airlock. Together the six launched toward Valhalla as ordered. The tableau beyond the escape pods viewports was awe inspiring. For the first time, Bob got an actual look at the battle raging around them. ~Why are we not... being blown to bits?~ he wondered silently. Divine Providence? Maybe. Certainly. Along with the bravery of thier allies. He saw several evidently friendly vessels bobbing and weaving with amazing grace. Surely they were providing cover for the escape pods... it was the only logical answer. ~Bless you... all of you, whomever you are...~ He was thrown violently against the inner hull and his head started bleeding again. He turned to see Enright wrestling with the pods controls. "Auto nav is out! There was an explosion close aboard, might have been another escape pod! We've lost RCS control! I can't slow us down! Everyone hang on, we're going to hit!" Sounds of screeching and crunching metal became a deafening symphony inside the pod, as its occupants were thrashed about like toys. The lights dimmed, went out, blinked on and then off again. Another jarring impact, tossing the occupants yet again. The pod shuddered to a stop. The lights flickered on again, and stayed on, albeit dimmer than they should have been. Lorimar was pinned under a console but found his voice. "Report!" Enright shook her head to clear it. She had been strapped in to the control station, but still she'd taken a violent shaking. "We are down... or rather in. We made the breach sir, I don't know how. What's left of our sensors show we are wedged into a bulkhead *inside* the station. We are a bit removed from the dropships, maybe 150 meters. Hatch sensors showing vacuum external. I'd say we are intact, but stuck. Not getting out without pressure suits, and that will be tricky at best...." Lorimar ground his teeth together. He had tried twice to move, and had been unable to put any weight on his leg. Make that legs, plural. He began to perspire, and felt a strong wave of dizziness wash over him. He looked down and saw a dark stain spreading slowly on one leg of his uniform. Only then did he notice his other leg, the right one, was bent at a peculiar angle just above his boot. ~Bloody perfect! What else can I do wrong today? Cannae even escape a bleedin' escape pod...~ He looked around and tried to assess their situation. Not good. Alive, but not good. He swore, not quietly either. He wiped the perspiration from his eyes. It was mixed with a trickle of blood now. He tried to smile at Enright, almost succeeding. "Sorry lassie, pardon mah salty tongue. Ah'm a wee bit tired, please forgie me." He paused a moment to collect his thoughts. It was not easy even though shock was dulling the pain. He tapped his commbadge. "Ensign Lorimar to Commander Stakes. Reporting 6 survivors. We are trapped in an escape pod on Valhalla. We have 4 wounded. Pod is stable and intact, but we have vacuum outside the hatch. We cannot depressurize the pod. Injuries prevent us from putting on pressure suits. Transmitting our coordinates now. Request assistance when possible. We can wait sir, but ah'm afraid we are out of the fight for now sir." (Reply Stakes, Any) (Posted by Russ) (Starbase Valhalla- Deck 9- Subsection 22- SEE- Lt. Matthew McLaren- 2009) Since materializing Matthew had been dodging enemy patrols on the upper decks of the station. Perhaps he had inadvertently set the transporter to put him somewhere that suddenly became occupied, or maybe the sensors hadn't been working properly. Either way he had ended up firmly and irrevocably deep in enemy held territory. Three enemy security officer's and four dodged patrols later, Matthew was still on the run. The environmental duct grate fell from the wall with a clatter and Matthew carefully glanced out of the opening and into the primary power relay compartment. The lighting in the room was dimmed and Matthew knew that the station operations officer was probably shutting down any none essential systems top shore up the shields and the weapons. Even with the massive power that the stations sixteen reactors generated, there were limits to what they could do. Matthew lowered himself down to the deck carefully, and crouched against the wall. This was a service area, not a manned station, so the odds of actually encountering anyone here was slim. Despite that McLaren felt uneasy, almost like he was walking into a trap. He swept the dimmed room with his eyes, taking in every detail. He let out his breath, only realizing once there was no immediate danger that he had been holding it. He raised up and unslung one of the two phaser rifles that he carried slung over his shoulder. He crouched, rifle ready and started moving towards the machinery, that controlled the immediate flow of power from the eight primary reactors and the stations systems. If he interrupted them for even a moment, the effect would be profound and it could very well aid in the capture of the station. He paused as he was about to round one of the consoles. Ahead of him he heard voices. A quick peak around the corner told him that there were two engineers monitoring the systems, just-in-case an emergency reroute was needed. ~Damn it.~ he cursed to himself. Then the unimaginable happened. It was the one thing he had not expected. His commbadge chirped and Archibald Stake's voice rang out like a megaphone through the near silent room. =^=This is Commander Archibald Stakes to all Boudicca crew. Report in your position and when possible make your way over to Deck 54, Subsection 14 where we have established our temporary command center. Repeat: this is Commander Archibald Stakes. Report in your current position and make your way over to Deck 54, subsection 14 where your friends will be waiting. If you are unable to approach due to enemy action, inform me and we will send out a squad to assist where possible. We will be waiting for you..=^= In an instant Matthew was in motion, even as the two engineers were fumbling for their rifles, he was diving out across the open aisle. His rifle fired and the beam missed, striking a relay module that exploded into a shower of sparks. The first engineer managed to pull his hand phaser and was trying to level it, when Matthew's second shot struck him in the hip. The man convulsed, screeched in pain and misfired his phaser at pointblank range into his compatriot. The second man disintegrated in a flash of energy. Matt fired into the injured engineer a second time, just on principle, then immediately displaced his position to take up a firing position on the door. He leveled his rifle just in time to catch the first security officer in the chest as he tried to come through the door. He collapsed onto the floor and his partner tripped over him. Matthew had stunned the second security officer before he even realized what was happening. A moment later the door to the compartment was sealed and all semblance of controls were disengaged. He spot welded the doors closed because it seemed like a good idea. He headed for a console then. His presence had not been detected, or at least not by anyone other than the four men that had been neutralized. He tapped his commbadge. "McLaren to Stakes." he said smiling, "My position is Primary power relay room, Deck 9- Subsection 22. I will not be able to regroup, however, is there anything you'd like me to turn off sir?" (reply Stakes) (posted by Daniel Greene) (Starbase Valhalla- Subsection 14 - aCO Commander Archibald Stakes - 2010) =/\= Yalix to Stakes. Sir, reporting my position as Deck 52, section 14 with 44 crew, most are injured and some are not ambulatory at this time without a doctor. Additionally sir, my group has control of a large number of supplies. Request assistance in conveying any needed materials to your position or transport if possible. I have in my possession, mobile replicators, weapons, medical supplies and combat rations as well as several other supplies I have not yet cataloged. =/\= Archibald sighed a short sigh of relief. Perhaps things weren't as bad as it had looked, with 44 more crewmen turning up alive. He looked around the group that he had assembled as defenders and realised that even with the good news there was still plenty not to be happy about. He tapped his badge after a second of thinking. "Good news, Lieutenant. Unfortunately we are a bit understaffed at the moment. I'll probably be able to spare you ten men to help you get here, but that is about it. But I'll spare you one of my two doctors. Although it pains me to say this, forget about the supplies, the men are our first priority. Carry as many as you can once my group has arrived and the doctor had a look at them. If necessary we will go back as many times as we need, but we will not leave anyone behind. If you have any spare capacity on the last run, take the weapons first. We have struck gold with finding an infirmary up here with a decent amount of supplies, but not much working equipment. And we have some food lockers in the back. It won't be a great meal, but enough to last us for a while. Good luck. Any questions, Lieutenant?" (Reply by Tollian iyw) After closing the link, Archibald regarded the group surrounding him. "Mister Haverstaad, take your group and meet up with group Yalix. Ask the doctors which one will want to accompany you. I take it I don't have to say that whatever happens, she MUST survive." Before Archibald could continue, his comm badge beeped again. =/\= McLaren to Stakes. My position is Primary power relay room, Deck 9- Subsection 22. I will not be able to regroup, however, is there anything you'd like me to turn off sir? =/\= Archibald's eyes opened wide for a second. He signaled the security officer to wait. "You are in the primary power relay room," he stated, just giving him time to think. " Hang on, there should be a computer control node there, a square box, little and grey. There is always a control node in a power relay room. Find it. It may not affect any of the systems around us as it is too far away, but it should work on the emergency teleport system. Once you find it, contact mister Yalix via the comm badge. He has plenty of wounded people to transport. I doubt you will be able to transport more than five or six groups. By that time they will have realised what is going on and close down your section. So turn off the internal sensor grid in your area and make yourself scarce after five goes. Work with mister Yalix to get the worst cases out first. But no more than five transports then you get out of there and hide. And that is an order, Lieutenant." (reply McLaren, iyw) After having finished with the ex-CEO, Archibald contacted the A-OPS briefly and gave him a very brief rundown and signed off to make sure he would not interfere with McLaren contacting Yalix. He then turned back to the security officer. "Stand down, Mister Haverstaad. Let's see how many they can transport out first." (Reply by Tollian, McLaren, any, iyw) (Posted by Adrie Geuken) (Starbase Valhalla- Deck 52, Subsection 14- AOPS, Lt. Tollian Yalix- 2012) =^=Good news, Lieutenant. Unfortunately we are a bit understaffed at the moment. I'll probably be able to spare you ten men to help you get here, but that is about it. But I'll spare you one of my two doctors. Although it pains me to say this, forget about the supplies, the men are our first priority. Carry as many as you can once my group has arrived and the doctor had a look at them. If necessary we will go back as many times as we need, but we will not leave anyone behind. If you have any spare capacity on the last run, take the weapons first. We have struck gold with finding an infirmary up here with a decent amount of supplies, but not much working equipment. And we have some food lockers in the back. It won't be a great meal, but enough to last us for a while. Good luck. Any questions, Lieutenant?=^= Tollian surveyed the storage room. ~Such a waste of perfectly good supplies.~ he sighed inwardly. "No sir, no questions at all. I acknowledge and understand my orders. Yalix out." Tollian turned and exited the storage room and waved down Ensign Forester. Forester came at a trot. "Yes Lieutenant?" "Pass the word to our perimeter. We're expecting a 10-man relief squad along with a doctor for the wounded. Once the critical are tended to we will be displacing position in small groups to rally at Captain Stakes location on deck 54, Section 14. Once you've told them, you are to assist in preparing the more ambulatory personnel into teams to be prepared to carry the more seriously wounded." "Yes sir." Tollian watched Forester as he strode off purposefully. He understood well enough that it was better to have a purpose than to be sitting waiting for something to happen. Tollian's commbadge chimed again and it was Stakes advising him that Lieutenant McLaren would be contacting him soon for information that would help them transport the more seriously wounded personnel to the infirmary. Yalix acknowledged the change in plans and waited for Matthew to contact him. Rather than change his orders to his personnel, he wanted to be certain that the ex-CEO could indeed deliver before informing his personnel of anything that might affect their morale. (reply none) (posted by Daniel Greene) (Starbase Valhalla - Subsection 14, Temporary Command Center – Commander Dinnica Roil - 2014) It seemed forever for them to get through the reforming of the transporter beam. The Cathay was dead in the water, her surviving crew had headed for somewhere where they could hopefully do some good. Dinnica wasn't sure where their Captain had gotten himself to, but she did know it wasn't Gerry running transporters. He'd never have allowed that bumpy a ride even in the midst of a war. She wasn't surprised to find herself at the edge of a gathering of bodies. She looked around for whomever seemed to be in charge. "I'll go and chat up he in red, you lot get treating the patients." She then seemed to notice the phasors and hostile looks. "Uh, if they'll let you." She gave a glare to the nearest marine. "I'm Commander Dinnica Roil, CMO of the Cathay. Take me to your leader." Sometimes rank had its privilege, but it seemed security wanted to settle in for an interrogation. "No weapons, just medical junk I'm happy to leave behind. I can go naked if it'll make you feel safer around me?" (reply any IYW) Dinnica rolled her eyes and strode up to Commander Stakes. He seemed to be finishing with some very young looking officers. The very short Betazoid looked up at him with steel in her green eyes. "Commander. I'm the CMO from the Cathay, I would like my team and I to begin treating wounded. Your marines seem to think we're here to poison the lot of you." (Reply Stakes) (Reply any present) (Posted by Lorna) (Starbase Valhalla - Subsection 14, Temporary Command Center - Ensign Mia Simmons - 2015) Mia wasn't surprised that the Commander dismissed her as soon as he learnt she wasn't of any real use to him. She was about to mutter a goodbye or something to the dismissal when a very short woman in blue blustered in and started making demands of the tired and stressed out commanding officer. Mia decided this was a perfectly good time to escape with the "Esme" Commander Stakes had called over. "Well, no better way to be made feel useless." Mia said cheerfully, "take me to your sandwiches!" She said to the blonde lady beside her. (Reply Esme) Mia refused to be brought down by the people in pain, suffering, or those whose suffering had ended. Life and death was all part of the cycle, and death gave way so others could live. She was free once more and able to act. If that 'act' included handing out sandwiches, drinks, taking temperatures, resetting bedpans (though why the device was called such was beyond Mia), and all sorts of glorious actions that meant the real healers could get real work done. As she worked, she found herself at the replicator with the enlisted woman several times. "So, anything about the Boudicca I should know?" she asked when they were taking a minor break. (Reply Esme) (Reply by all, any) (Posted by Lorna Appleby) (Starbase Valhalla- Deck 9- Subsection 22- SEE- Lt. Matthew McLaren- 2015) =^=You are in the primary power relay room,=^= Stakes parroted, but Matthew knew that the captain was already thinking about something. =^= Hang on, there should be a computer control node there, a square box, little and grey. There is always a control node in a power relay room. Find it. It may not affect any of the systems around us as it is too far away, but it should work on the emergency teleport system. Once you find it, contact mister Yalix via the comm. badge. He has plenty of wounded people to transport. I doubt you will be able to transport more than five or six groups. By that time they will have realized what is going on and close down your section. So turn off the internal sensor grid in your area and make yourself scarce after five goes. Work with mister Yalix to get the worst cases out first. But no more than five transports then you get out of there and hide. And that is an order, Lieutenant.=^= Matthew frowned. ~I don't believe he honestly thought I didn't know about the control node.~ he thought to himself. "Understood sir. You can count on me. McLaren out." he replied. He closed the channel. Matthew walked the twelve steps to the control node. He'd seen many of these before, after all he had once been the Chief Engineer of Geneva Station. Of everyone on the Boudiccia, he knew station architecture probably the best of them all. The node access panel was easy. A simple lever and plenty of force snapped the closures and allowed Matthew access to the terminal and display very easily. He pulled up the transporter protocols and accessed the lesser secured emergency transporter functions. With fifteen 10-man transporters on the station, Matthew was fairly confident that he could gain control of at least one of them. He was very pleased to find that he could actually gain control of all fifteen of them. Smiling he tapped his commbadge. "McLaren to Yalix" =^= Yalix here, go ahead Lieutenant.=^= "I was advised to contact you to coordinate the transfer of wounded personnel from your area. I have access to fifteen 10-man emergency transporters at this time, but I need some direction." Matthew stated. =^=You can attune the transporters to the Boudicca's comm. channel. We are located on deck 52, subsection 19, I have 44 personnel not including myself. =^= =^=There was a pause. That will only take five transporters. I have a suggestion how we can use the other ones...=^= (reply none) (posted by Daniel Greene) (Starbase Valhalla- Deck 52, Subsection 14- AOPS, Lt. Tollian Yalix- 2020) It had taken nearly ten minutes to find out if there were pattern enhancers amongst the supplies. Tollian was pleased that there were. He had grouped his personnel together, marked the critical supplies for transport using the enhancers and given Matthew McLaren the Green light to commence transport. He knew that in one moment, all the personnel under his immediate jurisdiction and a sizeable chunk of the supplies that he'd found (including two fully functional field mobile antigravity biobeds) would soon be rallied at Captain Stakes location. He just hoped that there wasn't any chance that they'd be interrupted, or worse- fired upon by their own personnel. He felt the familiar tingle of the transporters as Matthew activated all fifteen of the emergency transporters simultaneously. (Starbase Valhalla- Deck 9- Subsection 22- SEE- Lt. Matthew McLaren- 2021) Matthew initiated the transport and watched as the life signs and supplies disappeared from deck 52 and reappeared on deck 54. He smiled. Then a thought grabbed him. Stakes had told him that he could make 5 transports. So far he had accomplished his goal in one, which meant technically, he had four more he could pull off before he had to follow orders and change positions. He smiled broader. He disabled the internal sensors for his section and started getting sensor locks on members of the defending forces. Using the broadest beams he could he started snatching them up and dropping them in random locations (although careful to avoid friendly positions or troops) as far away from where they had been as possible. A marine Squad found themselves inside a sealed airlock, a group of security officers in a series of private quarters well away from the fighting, and so on until he had expended his remaining four transports. He overloaded the transporter controls for the entire station, then took all the internal sensors off line, but overloading the biofilter arrays. Now the enemy would be forced to use tricorders. There was a humming that suddenly caught his attention and he watched as the doors to the compartment began to glow bright red. Someone was cutting their way into the room. Matthew grabbed his second hand phaser, set it to overload and stuffed it into the computer control node. He then made haste across the room and scrambled back into the same duct that had brought him to this compartment to begin with. When the system was destroyed it'd be more difficult for them to figure out what he had done before they arrived. As he was crawling through the small access tunnel he could hear the doors hiss open followed a few moments later by the dull whine and discharge of the overloaded phaser. Smiling triumphantly, he turned a corner and crawled onward. Now he had to find a place to hide. (reply none) (posted by Daniel Greene) (Starbase Valhalla- Deck 54, Subsection 14- AOPS, Lt. Tollian Yalix- 2025) Tollian rematerialized in what McLaren had described over the commbadge as an empty compartment adjacent to Captain Stakes position. The other members of his group were here as were the supplies. "Forester!" Yalix called and immediately the ensign was by his side. "Sir?" "You are to assume command here until I return. I will endeavor to make contact with Captain Stakes and let him know where we are. Set up a perimeter." he ordered. "Yes, sir." Tollian nodded and moved to the door. Drawing one of the prepared phaser rifles from the supplies that Matthew had transported along with them, he opened the doors to see what lay beyond. It was an empty corridor. And Tollian had no real idea in which of the possible directions Stakes and his impromptu command post lay. So, rather than waffle about a decision, he simply chose to go right. He chose correctly. It wasn't long before he ran into one of the Boudicca's checkpoints. The security personnel took no chances. They disarmed him and marched him at weapons point to Captain Stakes' position. "Excuse me Captain," one of the security women said. "We captured this Lieutenant. He claims to be the AOPS for the Boudicca. Said his name is Yalix." (reply Stakes) (posted by Daniel Greene) (Starbase Valhalla - Subsection 14, Temporary Command Center - aCO - Commander Archibald Stakes - 2039) Archibald got up and walked over to her, his eyes suddenly sparking with pent up anger, his voice a full octave louder. "And all YOU care about is the way you are treated by people who are ready to give their lives so that others may live? All YOU do is moan about your treatment? And you call yourself a doctor? We have two fu**ing biobeds over there, ready to give up the ghost at any moment and what do you do? Do you go scanning and triaging? Do you care? No, all YOU care about is the way YOU are treated, Well, DOCTOR, if my wounded are not transported out in one minute, as you can obviously transport in so you could as easily have transported THEM out, then, by GOD, you MIGHT as well poison the lot of them!" "And where would you like me to transport them to?" Dinnica asked, raised eyebrow. Somehow Stakes frustration and anger seemed to calm her down. With quiet intenseness she answered. "The Cathay is floating dead in the water, three quarters of her crew compliment dead. The only reason my team and I are fine is because Sickbay on Steamrunners is the most protected part of the ship and Lieutenant Commander O'Conner reinforced that before we went into battle. I don't show signs of our battle because Ops threw us through decontam on our way off ship." Or at least, that's what she guessed. It was why she hadn't shown up from planets covered in guts and gore before. As far as she knew it was standard package for the Cathay. It had certainly been used as a fore-runner for medical emergencies often enough. (Reply Stakes) "Commander," Dinnica said with an actual display of compassion that would have shocked anyone who'd met her previously or served with her, "I, of course, will start with the most injured, but I have to take assessment before I'll know who that is - unless I have your permission to breach Starfleet's laws of privacy and just scan each and every person here?" (Reply Stakes) (Reply Stakes, any) (Posted by Lorna) (Starbase Valhalla - Subsection 14, Temporary Command Center - Yeoman PO Esmeralda Stakes - 2046) Esme stood and stared at her father, the mood that he was in was something that she'd never seen before. It scared her as she considered that if the epiphany of stability was near breaking point, how much chance had they really to make it out alive. She suddenly realised that the ensign next to her said something and she looked at her for a second, trying to gather her thoughts. "What? Oh yeah, sandwiches. This way...Sir." She gestured to Simmons to go towards the back, but stopped herself for a second and took one look back at her father, shaking her head for a moment before she stepped quickly to lead the way for the new crewmember. As Esme was working together with the Ensign, she could not get the image of her father out of her mind and she started making mistakes. Small ones, but never the less, annoying ones. She had heard her father speak out loudly , the anger in his voice evident. She could not help herself but mull over her father's reaction to the point that it nearly paralysed her. It was after she dropped a plate again and took a break going for a pack of dry biscuits, looking at the still broken down replicator with a scowl when the new Ensign came in too. "So, anything about the Boudicca I should know?" she asked. Esme shook her head, wondering what planet she came from. Didn't she realise the danger they were in? "Nothing much, I guess, apart from the fact that she will never fly again, we seem to have lost one third of our crew and we are just waiting to be wiped out. And then THEY can't get this flippin' replicator to work!" She suddenly broke down as she hammered the piece of useless equipment with her hand, tears now streaming out of her eyes. (Reply by Miandra, iyw) (Posted by Adrie Geuken) (Starbase Valhalla - Subsection 14, Temporary Command Center - aCO - Commander Archibald Stakes - 2047) Archibald saw from the corner of his eyes a short Betazoid officer approach as he had addressed the newcomers and was moving over to take his position in the line of defenders. He narrowed his eyes as clearly she had not been in any fighting. Her 'freshness' stood out like a sore thumb amidst the haggard crew and officers that he some how had managed to assemble. He was bending down to take his position with drawn phaser when he saw the little woman approach him. So he waited until she reached him and said: "Commander. I'm the CMO from the Cathay, I would like my team and I to begin treating wounded. Your marines seem to think we're here to poison the lot of you." He eyed her with weary eyes and considered a response. "I'll have a word with their commanding officer, Commander, once we are through this. Now if you excuse us, we have a job to do. As if you needed my permission to treat anyone. So go ahead and play around with whatever you like." Archibald shook his head as he dropped himself down but then suddenly sat up. ~The Cathay?~ He looked back at the Commander and suddenly wondered how she had managed to appear there, looking like that, with an attitude like she was the best thing since sliced bread. "Did you teleport in here? Are the shields still down, even now?" Archibald got up and walked over to her, his eyes suddenly sparking with pent up anger, his voice a full octave louder. "And all YOU care about is the way you are treated by people who are ready to give their lives so that others may live? All YOU do is moan about your treatment? And you call yourself a doctor? We have two fu**ing biobeds over there, ready to give up the ghost at any moment and what do you do? Do you go scanning and triaging? Do you care? No, all YOU care about is the way YOU are treated, Well, DOCTOR, if my wounded are not transported out in one minute, as you can obviously transport in so you could as easily have transported THEM out, then, by GOD, you MIGHT as well poison the lot of them!" (Reply Roil, iyw) (Posted by Adrie Geuken) -USS Boudicca, NCC 49901 Star Trek: Freedom - http://www.startrekfreedom.com