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Post by Major Monica Mindwinter on May 21, 2016 15:56:20 GMT -5
Monica’s eyelids flipped open and the sound of her Borg alcove sounded then by the Legacy’s computer prompting ‘regeneration cycle incomplete.’ –Beep Beep- ‘regeneration cycle incomplete.’ Something triggered in her mind and she just knew it was the Admiral calling her. She called to the computer and asked where the Admiral was and the computer said she was on board the Legacy…but didn’t say where. From her quarters located on the Dark Skies…Monica made her way from her vessel to the Legacy. Currently the Aquarius Class warship was docked from the rear section of the Legacy. It wouldn’t be long till she would reach Legacy's Main Engineering and the center of where she would need to localize the Admiral’s location. The next logical step was to contact the executive officer…since they tend to be more expendable on this ship compared to then the operations officers (points to typical TNG films). Monica hadn’t bothered reaching out to the new executive…she merely asked if the computer knew where he was but the result was the same. Both of the senior command staff are missing…next she made a report of the current status of the system the Legacy was in. The region of the solar system that they had orbited around one of its planets is becoming less of the good place to be…as it’s star is going to hell. Monica’s thoughts were to contact the third officer but since she’s MIA…and made bad decisions anyways. So Monica decided to do what she thought was best for the Legacy. She served Admiral Rothschild like the Borg Queen that enslaved her for over a decade and she owed her life to the Admiral. The Admiral trusted her most then anyone on this ship…and be damned that she is going to let her down now. She had ordered helm control to break away and relocated to a safe distance from the star. She was aware that she is bringing the vessel to harm…where the Dominion could detect them, but it’s between a star roasting them or bringing fired upon. Where honestly Dominion vessels seemed more appealing then a burning gas eating them. It had brought back memories from the Budong that swallowed the Dark Skies. She returned to her first task that had woke her…to find the Admiral. She made the security make a deck by deck sweep…she rather had the Admiral punished her then failing to get to her. After nearly fourthly minutes the security could not find there Admiral…next Monica momentarily turned off primary power to the entire vessel. She thought by removing the power to the ship she could localize an external power source that she can detect from the Dark Skies. She knew that this would bring great danger to the starship but it was necessary to find the Admiral at all cost…otherwise their mission without Anya Rothschild it would have meant nothing.
Location: USS Dark Skies, Command Deck and USS Legacy, Main Engineering Tags: ______
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Post by Rothschild V2 on May 25, 2016 23:10:24 GMT -5
The lift was taking an eternity to arrive at the bridge. What did this little whelp want from her? She had little time to herself and to be pulled away because of yet another episode perpetrated by her second. As the lift began to slow she straightened her uniform brushing down the black and red uniform and ensured that her hair was well placed as it always was. The doors parted and she walked onto the bridge her eyes darting from Ben, her second Mehrunissa, and the Engineer McTavish. “You! Child!” she barked as she moved towards the middle of the room pushing past everyone, elegantly falling into her chair, her legs crossed. Her eyes fell on Ben. “Take her to sickbay!” she said sternly. Her cold gaze then falling upon the commander. “Mehrunissa, you will go to Sickbay and figure out whatever this…” she gestured eloquently with her hand. “Whatever is wrong with this!” she said. She glanced down at her fingernails admiring her handiwork. She glanced up but only a moment. “Your still here!” she said with insistence and a hint of boredom. Madelyn pulled a nail file out and started slowly and methodically smoothing out an imperfection in her thumbnail, no this would not do!
Tag: Lieutenant Commander Mehrunissa Rai, Lieutenant Commander Haemis MacTavish, Lieutenant Benjamin Rai
Location: USS Sotrila
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Sgt. Major Patton S. Grant
Junior Member
"Nobody ever won a war dying for his country, you make the other poor dumb bastard die for his..!"
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Post by Sgt. Major Patton S. Grant on May 26, 2016 9:40:22 GMT -5
Location: Sotrila Bridge
Sgt. Mjr. Patton Grant was still attending his station as all hell seemed to break loose everywhere. However, before he was able to get things back under control when the away team was trying to emergency evacuate, several console stations blew out at once, inflicting several casualties. When the Sgt. Major went to pull a wounded officer from danger, another exploded. Seeing the threat incoming, Patton quickly put his body in between the blast and the downed officer...
*all is black*
"You know you're wrong Dad, right?" a voice said softly, yet sternly. "Oh, am I now Son?" replied an aged and more experienced voice. "Yes." A soft sigh was overheard, "Do tell."
Searching eyes found two (2) men standing in what appeared to be a library of some kind, an office, maybe a study? There was an man in his late 40's standing at one end, holding an open book. While a young man, sat in a chair, with a stack of papers, in his low 20's. They look similar enough to be seen as family, but there was other definitions in the younger one.
"Humanity isn't the end all, to save all. There are deadly threats out there that are much greater then mankind." answer the 'student', the 'teacher' seemed to nod. "So...?" he replied. The student looked around. "Really Dad? You're going to tell me that humanity can stand against all throughout the known galaxy?" The student appeared to get agitated, something that was double risky in him. The father nodded "and against that which stands in the unknown."
The son shook his head "Your racial arrogence is a risk that we're all putting too much stock in these days. What makes us so special? Why are we..." the father cut him off, reading from the book he was holding. It was well bound in old leather, but also suffered from extensive use. In an authorative tone, yet educational, the father began to read "What is the strongest weapon of mankind? The great tech masteries and machines of the Starfleet? No! The Fleets of Starships and massed phaser banks and torpedo tubes? No! The starbase? The phaser rifle? The fist? Not at all! Courage and courage alone stands above them all!"
The son shook his head. "Reading from Macharius again..." and he sighed. "It's good reading, if you like memoirs and history." he closed the book with a 'thump', and set it down on his desk. "You know, you need to realize something, something within you that you carry from me. You may not be an officer, which is fine; God knows I never wanted to have this many damned stars on my shoulder..." he took a seat opposite his son, leaning against the desk again. "But you're a leader and a dedicated patriot. You have the ability to help The Federation stand against it's enemies without worry about the politics of nations. You anger and feelings will be tools to use, not to be ashamed about. Trust your gut, and control your outbursts, and you'll lead your teams to success. We all know that you're gonna be at the fore front of the fighting time and time again... lucky..." he scoffed. "all the fighting I'm able to do anymore is with papers and desk riders..."
"Oh stop boring the boy will you?" came a soft feminine voice from the door way "You're humanity is going to kill him..." she said with a seductive voice, an eye roll and her arms crossed in front of her. "Oh please," replied the father, "if knowledge is not paired with combat ability, all you have is a deadly weapon that you can't wield." the woman changed her stance "Oh, fancy try at that?" she replied.
"Took you once. Temporarily killed your sister too." replied the father, that known smirk on his face that was renowned for getting him into trouble, as often as getting him out of trouble. "Believe I even took twice, if my age is getting past me..." he chuckeled and shook his head. "You may be right, but that's where he came from." she pointed at the 'boy' sitting on the couch.
"Oh damn it Mom, really? I don't want to hear this..." He stood, hands over his ears, and shaking his head. He tried to walk past her, but she stopped him, and handed him a small cloth wrapped package. "Before you go, here. We designed this specially for you; your father's weapon design, a bit of my technological skills." a warming and often uncharacteristic look of concern passing her face briefly "To help keep you safe."
He unwrapped the item, and found a small shaft, a little less than a meter long. He held it in his right hand, and once sturdy, the item expanded out to 3 meters in length, a solid reinforced alloy shaft in his hands, with a shimmering halbred style synth blade at the end; looking as a royal guards halbread. The power field causing small bits of blue lighting bolts to fizz and pop.
"Now, don't put your eye out with that..." said the father with a smirk again. "It's named 'Honourific', as you carry it with honor, always." the son smiled, thanked both, turned, saluted the father, which was returned, and he headed to gather his gear for his deployment.
The woman walked over, kissed the father way to opening and passionately for that time of day, and hugged him close. "Well Sammy, guess we have the house all by ourselves again." she said with play in her eyes... "20 some years together, and I still hate it when you call me that Ann..." the door to the study closed... with a bang...
*blurred images*
"Ugh..." Patton tried to open his eyes, which he did, and was instantly met with a headache and shooting pain. He felt burn style injuries in his back and left arm, and realized that he could actually only see out of his right eye. He quickly placed his hand to his face, and felt around, and felt bandages.
His sense of smell kicked in, and he smelled wounded and death, he was quickly met with the realization that he was in a Sickbay, and it appeared to be that of the Sortilla's, but last he knew, he was on the Bridge.
"The bloody hell...?"
Location: Sotrila's Sick Bay Tag: anyone
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Post by LtCmdr Mehrunissa Rai on May 27, 2016 11:03:00 GMT -5
The lift was approaching and Rai stood expectantly. There was something about Captain Briggs that always made her feel secure, even in the most chaotic of circumstances. When the doors opened however, it was not Briggs who stepped out. The woman who exited stood and surveyed the bridge coldly,then purposefully strode to the command chair and sat. Rai opened her mouth to say..something, but this woman emanated such a strong aura of command, that Rai was struck dumb.
“Mehrunissa, you will go to Sickbay and figure out whatever this…” The woman gestured eloquently with her hand. “Whatever is wrong with this!”
Rai nodded, although the gesture wasn't acknowledged, but it took several more moments for her to convince her feet to move.
“You're still here!” she said with insistence and a hint of boredom.
The spell was broken. Rai headed for the lift. Sickbay..Fix..yes something needed to be fixed.
When she arrived at Sickbay, she stood inside the doors until a medtech noticed her. "Commander Rai?" he said tentatively.
Her eyes were unfocused. She saw the beds, the panels, heard the chirp of status readings, but it all seemed remote.
"Something is wrong." , was all she could say.
Location: Sotrila's Bridge/Sickbay
Tag:: Sickbay
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Post by LtCmdr Mehrunissa Rai on May 27, 2016 13:29:41 GMT -5
“Commander Rai,” Heamis asked in a smooth calm tone. “Is everyth’n alright?” he shifted a little uneasy with the ache in his knee and shoulder. It was bugging him, throbbing. He heard her mention talking to the Captain as if she was still talking to someone. “Who are ye talk’n too lass? You do know the Cap’n is in the Cargo Bay wait’n to start the ceremony right?”
"Not now Haemis, there's something important I need to..",Rai began, then looked around as if seeking confirmation on where she was."The captain you said? Briggs?" The engineer wore an expression that asked And who else would ya be expectin'?
"Very well." The cargo bay? Why did she have the feeling that Briggs should have been in Sickbay?
Location: Sotrila's Bridge
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Post by Lt Colonel Anton Konstantin on May 27, 2016 22:27:45 GMT -5
LOCATION: Meat Locker
Anton had made note of the slight change of temperature of Anya's body in reaction to his probe. Brushing his hand across her face may have seemed to her and act of caring. It was something he had learned in his trails as an easy way to gauge temperature. He took another slight moment to observer her naked, but not helpless body on the metal table. She was very skilled at controlling her emotions, but years of trained observation gives you insights the untrained mind would miss. The very slight arch of her back, the subtle change in her breathing, and the slight curl of her lips was unmistakable. No, this was not the acts of someone in fear of pain or death. These were the reactions of someone who considered it an old friend. Maybe a side effect of years of experimentation or something that the genetics had instilled. He was unsure, but could not deny was fascinated by it. She was no longer keeping her attentions completely on the ceiling. Again, it was something of a dance between the two of them. He had gotten her attention, though she didn’t want him to know that. He was making a decision as to what his next probe would be when a small light flashed rhythmically. He had set some an alert to let him know when the clockwork had awoken from its nap. Anton knew it would not be long before it started sniffing around to get a scent of its master. Anton being a master of genetic manipulation detested the cyborg race. Their “nano-probes” raped and molested genomes leaving them an abomination. He wasted several years of his youth studying the thing for the express purpose of obliterating them. If Anya wished it, one day he may turn her “Pinocchio” into a real “boy”. Anton found it very amusing that these things thought themselves unique. Even more, they thought they were achieving perfection. It was like Victor Frankenstein believing his patchwork golem was perfect. It was the product of marrying the organic with the mechanic. You get binary thinking. He had taken several countermeasures to make sure that he would have a few more moments with the Admiral. This time he had with her was crucial. Anton turned back to Anya. He had w picked up two metal spikes, and an object that looked like a small rake. He observed a slight change in her eyes. It wasn’t easy to follow the cold obsidian pools, but he saw something. She still faced the ceiling, but there was a slight change in her breathing. . He straddled her again, He grabbed a handful of her hair, and started to push the first spike into her just below her collar bone.. He pushed slowly with a strength and control the defied a human physique. He could feel as his spike slowly severed tissue and muscle. He was precise in the path hitting nerves that would cause pain centers to explode but not hitting the collar bone. He could feel the spike pass through her and into the table. He gripped her hair a little tighter. He had her full attention. He stared into her cold abyss matching her command of emotions. He showed her the second spike as if to tease her. He never took his eyes off of her as he slowly plunged the second spike in. This was the first time he had done anything without worry of spilled blood. He could feel each nerve, but this time he did rake the spike against bone. He could feel it. He knew every inch of her inside and out.. "Anya." He said in a quiet but authoritative voice. "We don't have much more time, and I want you to understand my full intentions." He turned one of the spike that was dug into her collar bone to make sure he had her attention. "I have plans for us both, but first I need you to answer two questions for me." He said as if it was a command. "Who are you?, and who do you wish to be?" He pressed tight against her, and in that moment the only thing that existed was this small room. He was taking possession of her.
TAG: Anya Rothschild
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Jun 5, 2016 18:45:29 GMT -5
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Jun 5, 2016 18:50:55 GMT -5
Location: Cargo Bay
Note: I'm moving forward in time a bit to get everyone into the cargo bay
Stanton looked over the cargo bay. It was at capacity. Whatever he thought of Admiral Grabfoot he seemed to be respected among this crew. He searched for the words that would summarize Admiral Grabfoot's contribution to star fleet. He spoke to the crowd about respect. Respect for the uniform and those who died wearing it. He spoke the words, but did he really believe them? Was he respected? He hoped he was, but one never knows whether orders are followed out of respect or courtesy. He spoke of the wisdom of command while questioning his own judgment. He had risked the lives of every member of his crew chasing lighting. Lightning was the proper description of his security officer. Like lightning, she was a force of nature that both attracted and repelled. As beautiful as bolt that flashes then fades in the summer sky. He chased her as with the determination of racing hound chasing the wooden rabbit that he could never catch. He wanted to save Kate, but she was not his only crew. Deep down, he felt she would greet any efforts to help her with laughter. He spoke to the crowd of the loyalty, and love that Grabfoot had of star fleet. He spoke those words while quietly cursing the Felinoid for his own hubris. When Stanton offered to retrieve the Thunder, the Admiral should have stood him down. He spoke of the Admiral with such fervor while secretly relieved that he had died on his ship. It was both a poetic and appropriate death. It also freed Stanton to act without someone looking over his shoulder. With Grabfoots’s death came the end of the CRV as Stanton knew it. He didn’t know what would happen, but he would operate on the assumption the he was under his own orders. He would go rogue, so to speak. He concluded his speech with a message of hope for the entire crew. He wanted them to have hope even though he might be taking them into certain death. He was going against arguably, one of the most brilliant tactical minds in star fleet with an XO that wasn’t in control of his own mind, a second officer who was losing control of hers, and a security officer who thought of the chain of command as a trivial annoyance. This did not bode well for a successful conclusion to this mission.
He was given a large ovation by his crew, but his XO Major Grant stood at his right looking as if his mind was off in the distance. “Major,” Stanton turned to him. “I’ll need you on the bridge supervising repairs. I need to have a word with Commander Rai, but I’ll be there with you shortly”. Grant being the consummate profession simply gave a sharp salute and went on his way still in quiet contemplation. He turned to Mehrunissa with a brief smile then back to his profession stern look. “Commander,” He said in as much an order as a request. “Walk with me.” He started off with the expectation that he would be followed. “How are you?” He asked in a curious tone.
TAG: Sortila Crew and Commander Rai
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Post by Haemis McTavish on Jun 7, 2016 22:38:58 GMT -5
Location: USS Sotrila, Cargo Bay
Haemis stood watching the Captain recite his eulogy for the fallen Admiral. Haemis didn’t really feel anything towards it good or bad. He hadn’t really known the Admiral if at all but he was more moved by the crew. His mind though was particularly perplexed by what had happened on the bridge not too long before the Ceremony. He glanced over at Madalyn and slowly over the crew watching them. Something felt out of place. It wasn’t right, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. The ache in his knee was starting to get almost intolerable.
Haemis watched as the crew gave the Captain an Ovation and with mild curiosity watched as the captain departed with the ships Executive officer. He seemed a little off as well. Haemis watched as the crew began to disperse. He felt lost, it was a strange feeling to be lost on a Starship. Especially this one now that he had a chance to fall into a rhythm. He nodded to his Assistant Engineer as he shuffled past and then to another. He slowly sat down and glanced around. He found Madalyn staring down at him an eyebrow cocked with curiosity and a hint of concern. “Somethings not right!” he said looking around the room once more. “Something’s really not right!”
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Post by LtCmdr Mehrunissa Rai on Jun 9, 2016 10:00:43 GMT -5
"Captain?" It was an automatic response. If she had been more alert, she might have questioned why the captain was asking her such a personal question. Instead, like a child who'd done something she shouldn't and wasn't certain if a parent knew about it, she answered his question with one her own, and waited for him to elaborate. When he didn't, she tried again.
"I'm fine, sir." She glanced up at him. His expression was as unreadable as always. "And you, Stanton?" Without realizing it, she reached up and gently stroked his cheek.
Location: USS Sotrila,Cargo Bay Tag: Captain Briggs.
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Jun 9, 2016 12:23:17 GMT -5
Location: Turbolift to Captain's Ready Room
"I'm fine, sir." She glanced up at him. His expression was as unreadable as always. "And you, Stanton?" Without realizing it, she reached up and gently stroked his cheek.
Stanton felt the gentle brush on his cheek. It was a gesture made with familiarity. One with the expectation of a certain reaction. "Command deck" Stanton ordered the lift breaking the silence and the mood. He looked at Mehrunissa, who seemed to briefly be in a trance almost like a seizure. She didn't not look physically well either she was pale and slightly flush. "Look I'm no doctor, but you don't seem yourself." The lift doors opened to the lights and noises of the bridge. Stanton observed his Operations Officer as they moved towards his office. She seemed to be acutely aware of all the activity on the bridge. The movement in her eyes was obvious. They swayed back and forth across the bridge as if to look for something familiar. Stanton took her hand almost leading her across the bridge. They entered his office with the door swiftly closing bringing and abrupt silence. "Commander Rai," Stanton turned casually, but looked at her with a professional demeanor. "I have observed some strange behaviors from you of late. Do I need to send you to medicine for an exam?"
"Rissa!" The man turned to smile. "What brings you to my humble sickbay?" He walked towards her making a quick scan before stopping. The sickbay was small consisting if the bare essentials one would need in battle. The doctor had a phaser on his hip, and his uniform was impeccably clean and pressed. He played with her hair a little twisting one of the stray dangling bits with a mischievous grin. "I lied," He said warmly "I did know you were coming the captain sent a message ahead telling me, and judging from your scowl, it was not your idea."
"Commander Rai!" Stanton barked. Mehrunissa snapped to. She snapped to attention without thinking. It must have been the desired effect because Captain Briggs lowered his voice. "You gave me a message before you passed out when we were beamed back from the Thunder, but you said "Legacy", and I would know why you would utter the name of Anya Rothchild's ship. What does it mean?"
TAG:Commander Rai
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Post by Doctor Roger Quigg on Jun 9, 2016 13:37:42 GMT -5
Location: Sortila Sickbay
Roger was looking over his sickbay. He looked at the aftermath of pursuit of the USS Thunder. The collection of injured crewman and the bodies waiting to be taken to the memorial. Looking over the collection of blood and flesh put something in him that he hadn't seen for a long time, emotion. He had tolerated Briggs with his memos and his adherence to protocol, but this was the last straw. He had heard among the crew a rising discord. The thought was that he he wasn't chasing Thunder, but a woman. If this was the case, this man was dangerous. Chasing the ship was bad enough, but at least he would have understood because of the Thunder's experimental nature getting it would be important. As a doctor however, the most important thing for him was life. He held the belief that he was only patching them up to die. He shouldn't have these feelings as a federation officer or a doctor. Starting fights was not the Federation way.
Then there was Illiana. Roger had become fond of the Cardassian. He watched his young patient sleep peacefully. "Yes," Roger thought. "Sleep well Major, because when you wake we have much to discuss."
It didn't take long for him to stir. He had been mumbling something to himself. "Bloody hell." was all the uttered.
"Yeah, " Roger said dryly. "Nice that. Now do you want to tell me why you killed my assistant?"
TAG: Major Grant
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Post by LtCmdr Mehrunissa Rai on Jun 9, 2016 19:11:46 GMT -5
Rai laid the back of her hand against her own cheek. Pale and flushed? She didn't feel unwell but she did have a sense of drifting and only going through the motions of what was expected of her. She frowned and looked up at Briggs, then drew back her arm as if to strike him. She slapped herself. Her face stung and she closed her eyes momentarily against the pain. When she opened them again, she saw two Briggs'. One smiling, the other frowning, before they merged into one. His frown had turned dark, like a thunderstorm on the horizon.
"Medical? No, sir. Something happened when we returned from our last..encounter. I see all of this," She gestured with a sweep of her hand,"but I also see a specter of it. And the ghost image, is not quite the same. For example, I see you clearly now but there are afterimages or bleed." She shook her head."I don't know what to call it. At other times, those altered images become the more predominant ones. I see you, but I also see another, different you". Her gaze shifted off to the side where the smiling Briggs reappeared and she smiled herself when the image reached out and affectionately toyed with her hair.
"Commander Rai!" Stanton barked. Mehrunissa snapped to.
Legacy! How could she have forgotten? The smile fled. "I'm very sorry sir. I think I was merely suffering the effects of fatigue. I saw or thought I saw, a ship hit us. There was no warning. It simply appeared and struck us. Destroyed us. I have no idea why I said it was Legacy. There was a malignant presence that accompanied the ship's appearance. Perhaps, in my mind, the personification of that feeling was Admiral Rothschild."
Now that she'd said it, Rai understood how ridiculous it all sounded. Perhaps she ought to go to sickbay after all.
Location: Captain's Ready Room Tag:: Briggs
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Post by Madalyn L Price on Jun 10, 2016 21:14:17 GMT -5
Location: USS Sotrilla, Cargo Bay
Madalyn stood for a long while watching Haemis from a distance, he had a chance to speak to one of the Nurses she had met days before while helping in Sickbay. But something was nagging at her, something wasn’t right about the Engineer. “Have you noticed anything odd about the crew these last few hours?” she asked looking back at the Nurse.
The young woman shook her head. “Nothing out of the ordinary, aside from the usual grieving that comes with the loss of one of your own.” She frowned. “Well…”
“What?” Madalyn asked with mild curiosity.
The nurse shook her head. “Well we had one of the junior officers in about two hours or so ago, they were complaining of headaches and well…” Madalyn watched the woman who seemed to be trying to decide if she should say something or not. “They said they saw a ghost.” She seemed confused by the words.
Madalyn nodded. “That’s actually pretty normal.” She said reassuringly.
“No, not this. She said it was like watching debris float through the walls of the ship. And then bodies. Somewhere still alive as if being sucked down the hallway at them. She said she knew one of them from the Medical Lab Technician staff.” She looked up with a puzzled look on her face. “And me!”
“Ok, now that is odd.” Madalyn said flatly.
“I know right!” she said shaking her head. “She said that her headache spiked when that happened. We checked her out and being a very weak telepath we noted some strange readings coming from that part of her brain. It was almost like it was hyper stimulated. Doctor gave her a sedative and had her sleep it off.”
Madalyn nodded. “I think I’d be interested in seeing this for myself. Think he would mind?” she asked and started off towards Sickbay.
“Please don’t tell her I told you all of that!” the nurse asked.
Madalyn nodded and waved. “Secret is safe with me!” she disappeared through the doors. She headed down the hall towards the turbolift stepping in and riding the lift briefly to the desired deck. The smell of disinfectants and sanitization fields always elicited a response from her. Made her heart rate quicken and her hands shook a little. She passed through the doors to Sickbay and glanced around. There were not too many empaths on board so she had an idea of who she was looking for, she didn’t hesitate crossing the room picking up a tricorder on the way. She stood over the sleeping woman watching the monitor and began scanning. Her eyebrow slowly rose watching the various readings. “What…”
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Post by Doctor Mitzy on Jun 11, 2016 17:27:20 GMT -5
Location: USS Legacy, Sickbay, Medical Lab
Mitzy slowly danced around her lab, music only she could hear playing in her head. She had been working for hours on her mixture. It took patience. She had waited this long, it wouldn’t take much longer. She knew that time was short, she could feel it. That draw pulling on them all. The ship her plants told her so. She knew it that this was coming to an end. She was nearly finished with her preparations, collected all of her seeds, and now nearly complete was a concoction she had been taught to make long ago.
“It’s almost time my pretties.” She said dancing about feeding a few of them. “I’m sorry that I cannot take you with me. But you understand.” She giggled manically.
She approached one of the plants, a vein that nearly had taken over an entire wall of the room. Its pulsating fruits were engorged and ripe for the picking. It recoiled at her approach moving to protect its bounty. Even snapping one of its thorn filled vines out at her.
“Now dearie!” she said dodging the attack gracefully. “Please don’t make this harder than it has to be.” She grabbed a bucket of green glowing liquid from a nearby table. “You are hungry aren’t you?”
The vines recoiled away from her and gave her clear access to the feeding trough she had created. Slowly it moved shielding itself from her as she moved closer and began to pour the contents of the bucket into the trough. She took a few steps away having finished the task and watched as it drank. The vines began to writhe as if in pain suddenly, and very quickly it began to slow and then stop moving all together.
A smile spread across Mitzy’s lips as she moved in and began taking the fruit putting them in the bucket. She only needed a dozen and had just over that plus half. She moved over and started dropping them one by one into a food processor which made them into a mush and running midnight blue liquid.
As she began adding those into the chemistry set and started a flame underneath her smile only deepened. She knew what came next. The fun would begin. She let out another manic driven giggle.
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Sgt. Major Patton S. Grant
Junior Member
"Nobody ever won a war dying for his country, you make the other poor dumb bastard die for his..!"
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Post by Sgt. Major Patton S. Grant on Jun 12, 2016 5:45:18 GMT -5
Location: Cargo Bay
It had been an odd series of events. Standing at attention while the Captain spoke of the fallen Admiral Grabfoot, Patton didn't have much to say; his expression was stoic, yet struggled. He'd heard stories from his father regarding Grabfoot, and was by no means a friend of his, nor cared for him. However, he was still a Starfleet Officer and was the leading ranked survivor of the CRV Command Echelon.
Patton was paying much attention to the actual words said by the Captain. In his few years of service in the CRV, and past duties for Starfleet Security, he'd already heard enough memorial speeches to last him a life time thrice over. He'd even heard a couple from his father, but his never felt 'forced'; they felt natural.
While he didn't itch with his hands, he frequently twisted his neck, ever so slightly, as if the ranking pins on his collar burned him. The stripes with a star were gone. He was Sergeant Major no more. Or, at least he wasn't until for the time being, until the rank became official. By battlefield promotional decree of Captain Stanton, he now wore gold Oak leaves on his neck, and was formally to be addressed and posses the authority of a full Major in Starfleet and the CRV. Yeah... They burned...
It took him a moment to realize the Captain had stopped talking. He turned his head and listened to Captain Briggs give him his orders, and with a professional response, he departed and went to the Bridge.
Patton found that the silence he was enduring wasn't helping his mind set. What worst place to be caught, then trapped inside your own mind? He looked down, and sighed. Forgetting that he had a PADD in one hand, and a cup of CAFF in the other; he'd developed the interest in the drink from his father... If it weren't CAFF, it was whiskey on ice. But, the latter would be inappropriate to have while on duty. His uniform on tight, his rank pins burning, the weight of his pole arm defense weapon on his hip, and drink in hand, he exited onto the bridge.
The site was common, and yet still depressing. There were engineers and technicians all over the place, working on everything. The Bridge appeared to be at about 50% capacity, but a lot of stations were still down. The bodies of the dead had obviously been removed, but there was still blood on some things that needed cleaning/replacement. He took another drink, and brought up the display on the ships condition.
Location: The Sotrila's Bridge
Tag: anyone on the bridge, and waiting for Capt. Stanton
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Jun 14, 2016 13:01:52 GMT -5
LOCATION: Captain's Ready Room
"I'm very sorry sir. I think I was merely suffering the effects of fatigue. I saw or thought I saw, a ship hit us. There was no warning. It simply appeared and struck us. Destroyed us. I have no idea why I said it was Legacy. There was a malignant presence that accompanied the ship's appearance. Perhaps, in my mind, the personification of that feeling was Admiral Rothschild."
It was not something he relished hearing. Mehrunissa was being honest. He could at least read that. She was standing stock still waiting for a reaction from Stanton. The pause was brief but seemed as though it lasted a day. "Commander Rai," He began. As he was about to speak his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His entire body felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He bent down gripping his tightly. He started to breath quickly then his breath slowed. It was as if his heart beat was tuning into sync with another. Sweat began to pour off of him. He suddenly had a feeling of dread. He saw darkness, like the universe was blurred. He felt like he was being controlled like a puppet on strings. Stanton's first instinct was to fight back. His hand would slowly lift off the desk making a motion of tugging at strings. In the midst of his panic he felt something familiar. Something warm and inviting. It was drawing him in, but a voice rang in his head "Get away!" He fell forward on his desk, but regained his senses before his head would hit. His heart was beating nearly out of his chest,and he was breathing hard. He slowly calmed his breathing.
"Commander," He finally turned and said calmly. "I think I can relate."
TAG: Commander Rai
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Post by LtCmdr Mehrunissa Rai on Jun 16, 2016 18:41:29 GMT -5
"Captain! Stanton?" Rai was filled unreasoning panic. She only needed to activate the comm to summon medical but she couldn't move, couldn't think.
Brigg's eyes were dark, the irises expanded. It was like looking into Hell. Not the one of old Earth mythology with demons and fire but the coldness and despair of absolute nothingness. Rai felt herself being pulled into that nothingness and was afraid she would lose consciousness again.
She reached out and grabbed hold of Stanton's forearms. His smile stayed in place but he searched her face, confused by the sudden contact. The soft lighting and the comforting sounds of sickbay's monitors calmed her. She laid her hand against his chest and felt the steadying beat of his heart.
"I haven't felt myself, lately." She couldn't say what she truly felt. She'd be relieved and sent for psychological testing faster than she could say Dissociative Identity Disorder.
"Commander," he said calmly. "I think I can relate."
Location: Captain's Ready Room/Sickbay
Tag: Briggs
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Post by Haemis McTavish on Jun 22, 2016 21:35:45 GMT -5
Location: USS Sotrila, Cargo Bay
Haemis has sat there staring at the various caskets that had been laid out with all the UPF and other world’s flags upon them. All the people who had recently died. Something was gnawing at him. He felt it, something wasn’t right. But he continued to sit there in sort of a drunken like state. He knew that he was alone in the room but he felt the presence of someone as if eyes were on his back. Glancing around he found no one but he was sure something was there. He felt it in the pit of his stomach. He stood slowly and started walking out of the room.
~There going to die you know…~ a voice almost a whisper came from behind. Spinning on his heels he turned to find no one.
“Who bloody said that!” he glanced around at the empty cargo hold. “This isn’t bloody funny!” he said then turning to stomp his way out of the cargo hold. He turned heading toward the turbolift. He could feel his heart beating in his chest.
~Oh it will be glorious. You’ll see. You’ll see it when it happens, but it will be too late. Too late!~ it was a man’s voice, but it sounded distorted as if coming from a long tunnel.
a He let out a grown spinning again his face twisted in anger catching a young Ensign who had just come out of their quarters. “Who was tha!” he hollered at the woman. “Who Bloody Was that!”
“I… I donno…” she stammered out. “There’s no one here!”
“Ach, Bloody right. Sure. All in me bloody head eh!” he continued off down the hall stepping into the turbolift giving the young ensign a glare that could melt a bulkhead. She backed away slowly from the lift. “Engineering!” he barked.
The lift ride was short, he stormed out of the lift and down the hallway and into the engine room. He felt it as soon as he walked in. Any engineer could feel it when his ship was off especially if it was related to her engines. “Bloody Ell!” he called out causing all of the engineers to stop what they were doing and look his direction. “What did ye bloody break this time!” he barked crossing the distance to the Master situations console.
Everyone around him looked at each other and back to him unsure what to do.
He glanced up at them. “Diagnostics, all systems now!” he barked. He pulled up the ships Warp Drive and began running a basic level 5 diagnostic. He knew what it was going to say. He waited and stared as the code streamed by as check after check was done until it came up clean. He bounced a hand off the edge of the console. “Bah! No!” he ran it again.
“Chief?” Someone caught his attention. It was one of the Maintenance Engineers.
“Aye?” he said abruptly.
The Lieutenant slowly handed over a Padd. “The most recent diagnostics for comparison!” he said and disappeared quickly from sight.
He glanced over the padd and isolated the ships warp drive diagnostic results. He set the padd down next to his current one which was finished. He blinked and noted the variance. They were minor but the subspace threshold was shifting. Very slowly. It wasn’t supposed to do that. “What in the bloody ell!” he exclaimed.
~Told you~
Haemis turned and looked to his left. Slowly he walked towards the console, its black shiny surface reflecting his image. But he wasn’t alone. A scared man also stared back at him. His face was burned, his hair was burned away, a nasty scar ran through his facial features. There was no doubt that he was looking at himself. The image seemed to mold back in with his on reflection and then come out the other side. He watched as this happened again.
“Chief?” a voice called from behind him. It was his assistant. “Is something wrong?”
“Stop the ship!” he said abruptly.
“What?”
“Stop the bloody ship!” he turned around. “Do it now!” there was great fear in his eyes as he met his assistance gaze.
The man didn’t hesitate he moved over and keyed the sequence to bring the ship out of warp. But nothing happened. “I can’t!”
Even for a Scotsman, turning white as a sheet was near impossible. But he sure as hell accomplished this today. He reached up and hit his Comm Badge. “Engineering to the Captain!” the fear was clear as his voice was shaky. He moved to the console. “We’ve got a problem!”
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Jun 27, 2016 14:07:49 GMT -5
Location: Captain's Ready Room
Stanton saw the panic in his Operations Officer's eyes. He didn't reflect that panic, but part of him was feeling the same way. Not about himself, He had begun to accept this fate. Whatever Kate had done to him it wasn't going away. If anything, he was intent on using this to his advantage. He would ride each wave till it calmed. With each episode, he got a bigger picture of her. She could say anything and everyone would believe her, but not Stanton, no longer. She was no different than anyone else. She wore a mask, just more flamboyant than the average person. It was Mehrunisa that concerned him. He was sure that she wasn't herself, but that her acknowledgement of the problem put her light years ahead of most of his crew. It was only now that Stanton was admitting to himself things were out of sorts.
"Mehrunissa," He turned to her with soft eyes. He felt her touch on his chest, and it felt like it was more to calm her than him. "I need to make a confession." He said sincerely." I have to talk to someone, and though our experiences are not similar, there is some common ground." He didn't wait for a reply. "Commander Photan has been missing for several days. I sought to pursue her leading us to Admiral Gabfoot's ship, the Thunder. I don't regret my decision to go in, and secure or destroy that ship. It is my duty as a Starfleet officer to make sure our technology does not fall into enemy hands. I do not regret that decision, but the reason that got me there were selfish. I find myself drawn to her. I'm not saying that I'm lusting after her, though I sometimes wonder, I'm saying that something happened between us. Something unnatural that has caused me to have some sort of empathic link to her." He paused to reflect on those words. "I'm not sure if that is what it is, but its the best way I can describe it. I'm not telling you these things out of sympathy, I'm telling you because I trust you and think we can help each other. I'm about to give you a great more responsibility for myself and this ship, but its something you feel you are not ready for let me know now."
He spoke to her using her first name. It was the first time they had a conversation in which he did not address her formally. He stepped back away from her as he to leave her personal area. It was a gesture to allow privacy in a small way. He knew that she could handle this, but he was no longer in the business of forcing responsibility on people. Stanton had learned that a call must be answered willingly, and with out regret or failure was imminent.
TAG: Commander Rai
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Post by LtCmdr Mehrunissa Rai on Jun 30, 2016 17:43:24 GMT -5
Her arms fell back to her sides as the captain stepped back and both the smiling and the solemn figures merged into one. In Rai's opinion, all this, not just what the captain was experiencing, could be the result of Phontan's influence.
When Sotrila had set out, their mission had been clear. Admiral Rothschild must be stopped. Since then, they had spent much of their time chasing ghosts of one kind or another, often finding themselves in places or situations without knowing how or why they'd been sent there. The captain had never seemed surprised by the sudden shifts and Commander Phontan had always appeared, if not in the middle of everything, somewhere in the arena.
Rai didn't think she trusted anyone right now, especially herself. The fact that the captain was being so open did little to assure her. Briggs had always struck her as someone who was completely self-reliant. Why ask for help when it was already her duty to assist in any way she could?
"Of course,sir. I'd be happy to help any way I can." she replied cautiously.
Location: USS Sotrila, Captain's Ready Room Tag: Captain Briggs
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