From: JoGoodman2@aol.com Sent: Tuesday, 14 October 2003 1:41 AM To: spectre-nrpg@freedom-squadron.com Cc: compiles@freedom-squadron.com Subject: Spectre compile Sept 29-Oct 5 (pt 1) Compile Sept 29-Oct 5 Mission: The Prisoners Dilemma, Day 2 Stardate 2406.03.10 USS Spectre - 10-Forward - ACMO Rain Anderson - 11.18) (USS Spectre, Bridge, Ensign - Jon Walker - 11.20) (USS Spectre, Bridge, Ensign Jon Walker) USS Spectre - 10-Forward - ACMO Anderson - 11,28) (USS Spectre: Science Lab 1 - TAC/SC Pierce Horatio Orde - 1130) (USS Spectre: Science Lab 1 - "Spider" Drizzt - 1131) (USS Spectre, Bridge, CO, Captain Remae Ktell - 11.35) (USS Spectre, Sickbay, CMO Cambridge - 11.38) (USS Spectre, Personal Quarters, CONN, LT(JG) L'Tal - 1139) (USS Spectre, Bridge, CO, Captain Remae Ktell - 11.45) (USS Spectre, Bridge, CONN, Lt(JG) L’Tal - 11:45) (Xenolithe Scoutship - Cockpit - Xenolithe Scout - 12.46) (USS Spectre: Holodeck 1 - TAC/SC Pierce Orde - 1150) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - ACMO Rain Anderson - 12:00) USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Cambridge - 1200) (USS Spectre, Sickbay, CO, Captain Remae Ktell - 12.20) (USS Spectre, Personal Quarters, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 12:30 (USS Spectre, Personal Quarters, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 12:40) (USS Spectre, Bridge, Kahila Lono, 12:50) USS Spectre: Security Office - Ensign(jg) John Maxwell - 12.53) (USS Spectre: Transporter Room - Pierce Horatio Orde - 12:53) USS Spectre - Temp Marine Staging Center - Major "Spider" Drizzt - 12.53) (USS Spectre: Personal Quarters - Ensign(jg) Saurik Rak'han - 12.53) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - ACMO Rain Anderson - 12.55) (Nageri Scout Ship - Aft Section - Major Drizzt - 1256) (Nageri Scout Ship: Aft Section - TAC/SC Pierce Orde - 1256) (USS Spectre, Transporter Room, Kahila Lono, 12:58) (USS Spectre, Secure Medical Bay- CMO Cambridge 12:58) (USS Spectre, Bridge, CO, Captain Remae Ktell - 12.58) (USS Spectre, Personal Quarters, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 12:60) (Nageri ship, Jon Walker, 13:10) (Nageri ship, Kahila Lono, 13:12) (Nageri Ship - ACMO Rain Anderson - 13.14) (USS Spectre, Bridge, CO, Captain Remae Ktell - 13.20) (USS Spectre, Bridge, CONN, Lt(JG) L’Tal - 13:20) (Romulan Ship - Bridge - Commander Talath - 13.47) (USS Spectre, Bridge - OPS Lt Gort - 1350) (USS Spectre - 10-Forward - ACMO Rain Anderson - 11.18) Rain now regretted being honest... and not for the first time in her life either. She had gotten into trouble for being truthful on many occasions. The counsellor looked a little uncomfortable. She seemed to be choosing her words carefully. "No, it didn't sound awful at all. It sounded open and honest on your part. I respect that, Rain. And as well, I respect your assertiveness in making your own decisions at such a young age." She smiled. "I'm sorry if my suggestion made you uncomfortable. I was being rather selfish I suppose, in wanting to take my mind from the tense situation here." Her hand touched the phaser she wore, strapped to her belt and Rain was bought back to the reality that she was also carrying a weapon... a fact she'd forgotten for the last few minutes. "I find it reassuring to have these, though it saddens me. It's not what I expected on a Starfleet mission. But it is part of the greater reality. And I've learned I can be a warrior when necessary." She drained her glass of milk quickly. "I sincerely hope we have time for another talk again soon, Rain." ~Sure you do....~ "Thank you counsellor. Our chat has certainly taken my mind of our current situation. I didn't think that would be possible." Rain said, sincerely. "I should get back to the Bridge now. The greater reality of duty" Lt Lono said. Rain smiled at the counsellor until she had turned away and then resumed her brooding expression. She found it ironic that the only thing that had taken her mind off the impending pain and torture at the hands of the xenolithe was the psychological and emotional pain and torture she'd endured as a child. ~Well I guess I now have something to thank mother and father for!~ she thought. (Reply lono if needed, any) (Posted by Wendy Keen) (USS Spectre, Bridge, Ensign Jon Walker) Jon walked onto the bridge just as the announcement that a unidentified vessel had been detected leaving the outskirts of what Jon had began calling the void. Jon quickly rounded the bridge and took the vacant science station. Jon started tweaking his sensors in hopes that he might be able to find out who was piloting the ship that had hightailed it out of there grasp. Jon shook his head at what he was looking at, it was Xenolithe that much was true, but it didn't match any type of Xenolith ship design that the Federation had encountered. Jon turned to the Captain. "Captain Remae, I have identified the vessel as Xenolithe, but its a new type of vessel. Its almost as if its a vessel designed by a different group of Xenolithes. The design is slightly different as well as the marking on the vessel. I've downloaded all the relevent information regarding the vessel." (reply Remae,anyone) Jon wondered if maybe there was a different group of the Xenolithe that were seperate from the main group. This could cause problems. (Reply Remae,any) (Posted by J.Meidl) (USS Spectre, Bridge, Ensign - Jon Walker - 11.20) Jon walked into the Captains ready room and immedietly reported in to his new CO. "Ensign, welcome aboard the Spectre, at ease please.", said the Bajoran Captain. Jon took the Captains advice and took a seat in the well used couch. Jon watched as the Captain read over a PADD in his hand. After a few minutes the Captain looked up at Jon. "Ensign, I am granted with the authority to promote you immediately to Ensign Senior Grade and you are herby assigned to the ship as our Chief Science Officer." The Captain lent over the desk and passed the new pip, still in its case, to the new CSO. "Congratulations Ensign." said the Captain. "Thankyou sir" replied Jon. Jon turned the new pip over in his hand and then replaced his old pip. "I am afraid I don't have much staff for your new department Ensign, your ACSO is currently off the ship at a research centre, we do have a Science Officer available, Ensign Horacio Tyrell. Apart from that, you'll be basically building your department from the ground up." "Sounds like a chllange sir, one that I look forward to." replied Jon. The CO sat back in his chair and quickly outlined the situation to Jon. "The Spectre is currently working together with the Romulan Ship 'Red Claw'. Both our governments have decided to work together in a mission that has been called 'The Prisoners Dilemma'." "Can we trust them? Are the leading us into a trap?", said Remae, not really wanting answer, "The area of space we are heading in is one nasty region, ion storms, nebulae, sensors are going to be limited to say the least." Smiling, the Captain turned back to Ensign Walker. "Ensign, get your gear away and then report to your department, check things out and then, I want you on the Bridge, we'll need to get their sensors online. Check with Engineering and if you need anything, speak to the First Officer, Lt Lono." Standing up, Remae extended his hand. "Welcome aboard Ensign. Dismissed.", said Remae, nodding to the new arrival as he left the Ready Room. (Reply by any) (Posted by J.Meidl) (USS Spectre - 10-Forward - ACMO Anderson - 11,28) She waited for DR Cambridge to speak. "Well Ms. Anderson, I'm well. Drinking and sitting here across from my assistant and just enjoying the view. But I have to complain, that confounded Romulan thing out there is blocking a perfect star field..." He turned to her and smiled. "You know, there is no place in the entire galaxy that you could go to see a better picture of the stars then back home on Earth. Little place they call Montana. Open space and open sky. They used to call her the "Big Sky Country" you know?" He chuckled and pointed out to the stars. "You could pick out all the major stars, the formations and sometimes you could see a falling star spinning towards you..." A moment more held until he turned to her. "I've never seen a more beautiful place than on the ranch out in the open while the Billings Lights play across the sky with the stars playing first." He nodded towards her. "I'll have to show you my ranch someday Rain. Cows, Horses and every farm animal imaginable. Ever ride a horse?" "Well "ride" might be too overgenerous a description. I stayed on it but there was nothing graceful about it.... just a natural instinct to avoid pain and the forces of gravity. It was in my first year on earth... a planned school activity. I decided it was a bit dangerous for me. I'm not a natural thrillseeker." She said with a smile. "I would very much like to see your ranch one day though." Cambridge continued to talk about his home with such passion and enthusiasm. He told her more about his ranch and his animals. She was amazed that he had names for all his animals! Rain wished that she could talk about her home with such emotion. Their conversation was interrupted by a comm-message =^=Medical Emergency.=^= Rain went to stand up but Cambridge got there first. "You've got a little time left Rain. I'll handle this one. You can have the next one..." Rain watched him run out of the room with a sense of sadness at being left alone. If she was honest with herself she had very much enjoyed the company of others today and she had been able to forget about the xenolithe for a while. (Reply Cambridge if needed, any) (Posted by Wendy Keen) (USS Spectre: Science Lab 1 - TAC/SC Pierce Horatio Orde - 1130) "Lieutenant Orde, I presume?" The voice shook Pierce out of his reverie. He had been pacing up and down the science lab, where he usually kept his workbench, thinking about the Xenolithe. He had noticed the junior officer casting glances over at him now and then, but merely shrugged them off. Turning around, he nodded once. "You must be Mr. Drizzt," he said. "I've been ordered to liaise with you about internal security, and to work out some joint-strategy should we need to take our forces out. Mixing our forces together on the Holodeck would seem to be a good idea, while we work some tactics out." "Does it take an order to talk with Security?" Pierce quipped. The science officer broke into the conversation. "No offense Sirs, but don't you have any other place to expose your tactical discussion, I'm here in the middle of a delicate expirement and I can't even focused on it. What will you say if I spend my time in your department speaking about probes, plasma storms or any scientific subjects." "I should say you have my blessings -- if you had a reason," Pierce replied quickly. He turned his attention to Drizzt. "I suppose this can just as easily be done in the holodeck. If you would follow me..." He turned and crisply walked out of the lab and over to the holodeck. (USS Spectre: Holodeck 1 - TAC/SC Pierce Orde - 1150) Pierce decided to run his planning room program as he entered. "Now, let's talk -- tactician to tactician, engineer to engineer." (Reply Drizzt) (Posted by Lenox (USS Spectre: Science Lab 1 - "Spider" Drizzt - 1131) "Lieutenant Orde, I presume?" The Officer looked at him, then said. "You must be Mr. Drizzt," "I've been ordered to liaise with you about internal security, and to work out some joint-strategy should we need to take our forces out. Mixing our forces together on the Holodeck would seem to be a good idea, while we work some tactics out." "Does it take an order to talk with Security?" The Andorian looked at Orde mildly, but before he could reply another officer slammed his fist, or some other part of his anatomy, into a desk. "No offense Sirs, but don't you have any other place to expose your tactical discussion, I'm here in the middle of a delicate experiment and I can't even focused on it. What will you say if I spend my time in your department speaking about probes, plasma storms or any scientific subjects." "I should say you have my blessings -- if you had a reason," The major crossed his arms as Orde said, "I suppose this can just as easily be done in the Holodeck. If you would follow me..." Orde began moving off, Spider gave one more look to the Scientist. He grunted, low in his throat and deep in his chest, at him. Just what was expected, Marines were grunting idiots, after all. NRPG: *chuckles* (reply: any) RPG: (USS Spectre: Holodeck 1 - Spider Drizzt - 1150) "Now, let's talk -- tactician to tactician, engineer to engineer." Drizzt walked around the room before he said a word, it was some sort of planning program. Either this TAC/SC was good at what he did, or had one hell of an ego. Perhaps both. Either way, Spider would find out soon enough. "Between us both," he said. "We don't have enough men or firepower to launch a major head-on campaign against anyone, not without serious Intel on the surrounding land and numbers before hand, intelligence we simply don't have." He turned to look at the TAC/SC, "With a bit of practice, we could easily hold the ship against superior numbers, however." He grinned, slightly. "As CE's, many of us are trained in the darker side of the Engineering arts. We can rid this ship with enough deadly toys to make unsecured parts of the ship a deadly playground of mayhem and murder. Only thing about that is the crew would have to be informed on how to circumvent." He considered for a few moments more, "the Marines are yours, Sir, I'm simply your tactical liaison." (reply: Orde) (posted by Trout) (USS Spectre, Sickbay, CMO Cambridge - 11.38) Maxwell and Rain were finishing their conversation when the ship took a sudden turn and both combadges activated. =^=Medical Emergency.=^= Cambridge stood, having finished his food and drink. Anderson made the move to stand, but the Chief Medical Officer pointed to her chair. "You've got a little time left Rain. I'll handle this one. You can have the next one..." He smiled and rain out of sickbay as he tapped his commbadge quickly. "Medical Team to the bridge! Sickbay, go to receiving alert, prep exam room!" He turned the corner, jumping through a few officers as he hit the turbolift. (USS Spectre, Bridge, CO, Captain Remae Ktell - 11.35) Cambridge entered the room as the gurney had just came in right before him. Rhea Edison, looking better than when he had last seen her was starting the scans as she spotted her Chief. "CONN officer Richard Wilson, just collapsed at his station. Heart rate is accelerated, blood pressure is climbing and brain activity is increased. He fell unconscious on the bridge at his station and hasn't responded to us. We've tried to bring him back out of the coma, but nothing's making a difference." She quickly was handed the medical tricorder from a fellow nurse and a note of alarm came from her voice. "CHIEF! He's going into shock! Heart rate is dropping, brain activity is falling!" 'Mac' quickly pointed out orders. "Get him into surgery! Get me the team ready in a minute, tops! MOVE!" The officers quickly moved the now spasming man into the surgery room as they braced him to the gurney. "Get him into the unit and find out what is giving us trouble. Edison, let's have it." She moved around with the scanning unit. "Lungs are flooded with liquid, his heart...he's having a heart attack!" Cambridge cursed. "Get him down!" Officers from the surgery team burst into the room as hyposprays were injected. "Wait! He's got a tear in his aorta! SHIT!" The second report send the surgery team scrambling again and Maxwell to snap up a kit. "We gotta get it repaired. No way but manual, let's go!" The team deftly prepped the man for surgery and began within moments cutting into the skin as the surgery room regained its quiet composure. "Cutting, securing. I have the rip on scanner. It's large. Get a second team in here, stat." The call went out and the standby team entered the room as more hands began to work on the CONN officer. Blood squirted across the room as the heart cavity was opened and exposed. "Get a regnerator..scratch, get three!" Hands moved in and out of the body, working quietly and quickly to save the life of the CONN officer. Moments later, blood was being out back into the ailing officer as the tear was sealed. The lungs were slowly emptied as the rest of Wilson was checked before the post operation team entered the room to clean up and stitch the man back together again. Cambridge headed out the side door to the cleaning area where he and the rest of the surgery teams began to take off the gloves and coveralls that they had scrambled to get ahold of. Edison stood in the corner, holding her hands together, blood staining the gloves she could not remove. Her eyes stared against the white walls as Cambridge came up behind her. "Rhea..." He spoke softly. She breathed in quickly as she returned to the present time. Her mind had wandered into dangerous territory. She ripped the gloves off her hands and turned to her Chief. "I'm...going to my room." And without a word more, she was gone. The Chief Medical Officer just shook his head. The woman beguiled him at times. Quickly, he washed up and returned to sickbay as the teams in surgery finished up the post op work on Wilson. He was still in a coma and it was not known when he would come back out. Cambridge counted his blessings. Better alive then dead. He returned to his small group of rounds and headed to his office shortly afterwards. (reply Rain, any, Remae if you want to visit) (posted by Sulu)