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(I said I would have to push it along regularly, so I'm advancing us to Solare.)

[USS Discovery - Deck 2 - Captain's Quarters]

He didn't get much time to sleep as it would turn out, as only an hour after he had retired for the night, an urgent high-level communication was sent to his quarters.  The Bajoran rubbed his eyes and walked over to his desk, turning on the computer to see an elderly yet familiar admiral.  Or retired Admiral.

"Admiral Janeway..? This is unexpected."

"Captain Tekin, right?  I seemed to have caught you asleep."

"Oh... long shift with this Xel'kath situation and Starfleet keeping us in the dark."

"I heard.. life living in subspace that prey on us.. sounds like another interdimensional race I encountered."

"I'm guessing you're not calling because someone told you how disappointed I was to not go."

"No, I'm not.  We have a situation developing in this region of space.  We've discovered an old abandoned transwarp conduit. It goes to the Delta Quadrant. And its being actively used."

This caused the Bajoran to sit up straighter, and he was no longer groggy.

"The Borg?"

"No, no.. thankfully no.  I think Picard settled that issue permanently. But therein lies the problem; the races of the Delta Quardrant have discovered it and where it goes.  Kazon, Maelon, Hirogen... all of my old friends."

"And they're not here to reminise of your journey."

"More like payback maybe."

Nevir was already doing the calculations in his head.  Even at maximum warp, they were still looking at days, not an instant response.  There was also...

"We're recalling ships now, I know your ship is the farthest one we're calling, but I know you have one of the few working quantum slipstream drives.  There is already a feet massing on their side, we need all the help you can get.  We've even reached out to the Free State."

"Luckily, I have some friends there, too. I assume Starfleet is okay with this?"

"They can talk to me if they have a problem.  Janeway out."

The channel closed, giving Nevir a chance to take a breath, and then he stood up.  It took minutes to get back into uniform and a few minutes after that, he walked back onto the bridge.

"Helm, set a direct course for Outpost Solare at maximum warp.  Engineering, we need the quantum slipstream drive online. All department finish your diagnostics and get ready for combat.  And go!" he stated, giving the order while he sat in his chair.

"I just received a message from Outpost Solare; they are expecting to come under attack, they are recalling as many ships as possible.  Janeway specifically reached out to use because of our slipstream drive.  Let's not disappoint her."

Days Later...

They were close enough to get readings from Solare, but not close enough to help.  With the ship at red alert, he was ready for anything.  Nevir spent most of the trip in his ready room, making calls to his contacts in the Romulan Free State.  If he couldn't get there soon, he wanted to at least help bring allies. It seemed to have worked and the Romulans were sending a fleet to assist.  With that sigh of relief, he turned to the battle data for the sector. There were incoming signatures already.  Two groups, from both sides.  One Federation, one Romulan.

His attention was interrupted when Ops announced a hail from one of the lead Federation ships. The elder woman in red looked at Nevir for the second time in a week.

"Discovery, you are just in time. Join the fleet formation, you should be dropping out of warp about the same time we do."

"Yes, ma'am. Do we need to come in guns blazing?"

"No, not this time.  It looks like they are already in retreat."

"Understood.  Stand down red alert, lets go to yellow alert."

While Janeway's fleet warped in, a green shimmer was the telltale sign of a slipspace drive, and the Discovery finally arrived at Solare.  Sure enough, the remaining ships were on retreat.

"Sorry Mr. Dersch, you'll have to wait to go guns blazing." Nevir commented, standing up out of his chair.

"Hail the station. Let them know Discovery is ready to assist."

Làadan, being new to the ship,spent most of his time getting used to his new ship. Every day, before shift, he runs through the accessible decks and Jeffries tubes until he knows the ins and outs of the ship. After shift he studies ship systems, past missions, and species unfamiliar to him that are on the ship.

Làadan also studies this new
species, the Xel'kath. They exist in subspace. There are a lot of subspace anomalies, which is why ships have deflector dishes. Maybe there could be a way to make a repulsion field that would drive them away. This may require collaboration with xenobiologists and other groups.

[USS Discovery - Deck 11 - Main Engineering (Lower)]

"Alright, begin generation. Priming chamber.  I'm going to override the safety checks for a cold restart.  Restarting the core in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Mark!" she called, and Main Engineering shuddered as a contained explosion ignited in the core with matter and antimatter meeting for the first and last time. The energy was then funneled up and down the core, as it started glowing a flowing swirl of blues.

"We have an imbalance in the starboard containment unit.  Begin power tracking, let's see if we are just giving them more power."

There was a drain, at first. But the instability of the warp reactor did exactly what Láadan predicted it would. The siphons were disconnected; the web was cut.  There was an audible sigh of relief in Engineering as T'Farr waited to see Láadan.

"Ensign, you may have just saved the ship, " she said matter-of-factly as she hit her communicator.

"Engineering to Bridge; warp engines are back online, but manually.  We will be able to engage the drive in one minute."

[USS Discovery - Deck 1 - Main Bridge]

The Captain sighed.  "I appreciate your enthusiasm, Mr. Dersch.  We are frankly outmatched.  We need to get out of here-" he stopped, and turned to the tactical officer.

"They're not just using stealth tactics. They are also out of phase.  That's how they got on the ship. Use a phase variance; that should either get them or chase them away."

"For the power issues, we can shut down the offensive systems and diver-"

He was interrupted for the second time, but this time by Engineering.  Also as soon as the call was answered, the lights on the bridge strengthened to their normal illumination.

"Confirm that we have power!" he ordered, and gave a sigh of relief.  There was no reason to stay here; someone else could retrieve the Momentary.

"Helm, plot a course back to Federation space, and engage when able. Mr. Dersch, engage security fields around critical areas, with a phase variance. Let's get the hell out of here."

Láadan ran to the Power Transfer conduit control panel. He saw that there was indeed a misalignment on the port power conduit.

Performing 'Emergency Action #1', an honored tradition passed down throughout the galaxy, Láadan performed a 'rapid field adjustment' on the port power transfer conduit. To the untrained eye, it looks like that meant 'hit it really hard', but the secret is that the intensive education and training is designed to show engineers the best locations of 'rapid mechanical adjustments' while in an emergency.

The conduit aligned enough that power was flowing evenly to both port and starboard nacelles. The engines stopped shaking.

Pulling out his PADD, Láadan opened a repair ticket and wrote "Port power transfer conduit had a misalignment and should be repaired when possible. The conduit casing looks as if it was struck by an unknown object, possibly due to the shaking of the engine during operations."

Láadan signaled the Engineering Officer "I have performed an adjustment and show port and starboard nacelles are receiving power equally. I will begin cleanup of this space. "

[USS Discovery - Deck 1 - Main Bridge]

Seeing them on screen was... uncomfortable to say the least, and they finally spoke.  He briefly wondered if the Momentary ever got a chance to communicate, but at this point it didn't matter.

"I wonder if this is their version of resistance is futile..." he said dryly, before tapping the comm to Engineering.

"We need to get out of here, I can try to delay, but I need warp power, now!"

With that he instructed the Helm to keep on an escape course, and finally hit the reply.  With whatever benefit that would bring.

"This is Captain Tekin Nevir of the Federation Starship Discovery.  This is an unprovoked attack on the Federation and will not be tolerated. We have alerted our fleet. If you do not disengage, you will be destroyed."

Big words... but right now it was all they had.

"We are... get on Discovery immediately.  We're trying to get out of here."

"Your timing is impeccable, Mr. Ramort. We are down to less than 40% power shipwide, we have outer sections of the ship evacuated, and possible intruder alerts.  Mr Dersch, do we have an update from the security teams?"

[USS Discovery - Deck 11 - Main Engineering (Lower)]

With both Ramort and M'Nia on the away team, it was Lt. JG T'Farr who found herself in charge of Engineering, and dealing with power losses and what looked like viruses in the system. The Captain's call to hurry up was such an emotional thing she decided not to take notice of it, just respond that they were working on it.  And finally, she had someone showing a PADD to her.

"It is risky, Ensign.  We'll have to manually adjust the containment fields and control the anti-matter generation, or we'll blow up the ship.  However, our options are limited...."

She turned and called out to the rest of Engineering. "Alright, we have a plan of action.  Monitor the plasma flow and begin generation.  Watch the polarity and engage the start on my order.  Ensign Láadan, you have the distinct honor of handling the containment adjustments.  Everyone, let us begin." she stated, walking over to the main warp core console and starting the restart process.

"On my mark.  Mr. Láadan, tell me when ready."

Láadan ran to the containment control panel. Perhaps today is a good day to die. The good news was that if he made a mistake, it would quite quickly become someone else's problem (and likely someone else's cleanup duty). This will require precise actions. Fortunately,  since finding out he would be stationed on the Discovery, he had been familiarizing himself with the Engineering control panels. Triggering his communicator, "Ensign Láadan ready and standing by."

[USS Discovery - Deck 9 - Sickbay]

Before they got an answer from the Captain, an exasperated Russian voice sounded from behind her.

"Enshin! Ve need all hands!" he stated, as people began coming into Sickbay with injuries. Even with being told to brace, the ship did bomb itself as well as the enemy ship, and it looked like there were some major injuries to attend to.  Dr. Sluchaynyy was already moving around with a medical tricorder, scanning as officers arrived.

"Start triage, leave the bridge contact to the chain of command." he stated, as he started working on a broken limb.

[USS Discovery - Deck 1 - Main Bridge]

At least two officers ended up getting thrown, one of which had blood showing on her head.  The Captain ordered them to go down to Sickbay as he listened to the status reports.

"I really hope we don't ever have to blast our own ship again..." he muttered, but the most alarming report came from Dersch.

"Even if our security systems were losing power, they wouldn't be showing ghosts.  Which either means we have a virus in our systems... or we have a virus in our corridors.  Consider it legitimate.  Intruder alert." he ordered, then turning his attention to Trik.

"That one wave nearly ripped us apart and took an immense amount of power.  We have the modulated shields online, so we may be able to disrupt the rest.  Helm, once the shuttle is docked set a course out of the system. Try to put some distance so we can reestablish a warp field."

"Bridge to Engineering, we have found the cause of the power drain, and have shrugged off a good portion of the threads.  We need to get out of here and rendevous with Starfleet; get that warp core back online!"

"Load another spread... we should still have 3/4 of our complement of quantum torpedoes.  Their regeneration may be slow, but their ability to adapt weapons puts the Borg to shame."  The ship shook again, but it was more muted. The beam weapons were less effective now that they couldn't just absorb the frequency of the shields. With the amount of modulations the new shields would go through, it wasn't likely that they could adapt and drain them... right?

"Dersch, bring aft phasers back online. Trix, you seem to be talented at redirecting; work with Tactical and see if we can charge them with a modulated graviton beam."

Elsewhere on the ship, empty corridors with little to no life support in them were not so empty, as the skittering of feet sounded below decks....

[USS Discovery, Engineering]

Láadan looked at the schematics for the warp engines. Thinking to himself "These 'threads' may have caused a phase variance  in the warp core magnetic containment. Perhaps reversing the polarity of the containment field could adjust this variance and allow a reboot. Once the antimatter reaction starts, we reverse it back. This likely will cause some...mechanical agitation but we can repair that later if needed.. Adjusting the frequency of the warp core force field to repulse these threads should prevent the warp bubble from Collapsing again.' Quickly running a simulation, the idea looked worth a try. Sending the information to the Engineering Officer's PADD, Láadan said "This may allow us to get the warp core online. Ready to proceed on your orders."

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Character Details

Character Name:Láadan
Character Age:30
Character DOB:Sorry those records were lost when the infestation of Tribbles ate the computer wiring.
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Character Species:Klingon
Gender:Male
Character Family:DochHa'neS, Father-K'enny Mother-Jingi
Character Bio: Láadan is the son of an engineer (his father) who received great accolades for his improvements in the Klingon empire's impulse engine efficiency. Láadan's mother is a tactical officer on a Vor'cha class ship. Láadan tried to make a name for himself, first working in Engineering on a bloodwine delivery tug, then in a Kvort mining ship. He was transferred to a Bird of Prey and provided aid to Federation civilians who were being attacked by cowardly Romulans, rescuing many. One of the civilians has an uncle in a position of power at Starfleet and Láadan was offered attendance at the Academy.

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Previous Role-Playing Experience: Decades as player and GM. Mostly D&D but also Savage Worlds Deadlands, Shadowrun, Blades in the dark and a few others. Currently GMing 3 games. No current desire to GM another.
Department Preference:Engineering
Secondary Department Preference: anything EXCEPT hospitality or counseling
Commissioned, Enlisted or Civilian:Prefer Commissioned or Klingon exchange but whatever works
Anticipated posting rate - Starting off Relaxed

Sample post:Láadan beamed down with the away team. Maybe more Federation security officers would make it through their careers if they broke into defensive formations immediately and tried to stay quiet for the first few minutes on a new planet. Why did they bring me here? There is no honor in repairing equipment of abandoned colonies.

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