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Katra Station / Re: S3 - M4: Revival
« Last post by Eli Ferris on 10 minutes ago »
Lt. Eli Ferris| Katra Station| OCC
[Ensign Gideon Drake | OOC | Deck One | Katra Station]

Gideon snorted quietly but with amusement when Lieutenant Ferris, and Ensign King in turn, referred to him as a lieutenant. He was not a lieutenant himself, not by a bloody longshot. He had only been out of the Academy for almost a month.

"Technically, leftenant..." he left the sentence hanging and pointed subtly at his lone pip, smiling politely. He wasn't offended, of course.

"I'll head down to the shuttlebay to get the preflight checks started, leftenants," Gideon said. "By the way, which runabout is the one with the sensor package?"
OCC

"Captain. Ferris." giving them both a nod and a smile as he turned to leave.  "Lets go Drake, we're taking the Allegany.  you drive."

"King!" Ser said.  "Slow down before for you trip over a dangling participle." Ser walked over still smiling.  Some new officers did only what they told and had to be persuaded into going above an beyond.  The other kind thought they could do everything on their own.  King seem to be on the latter end.

"Don't worry, we have time.  Also Drake and I are doing the pre-flight check.  You'll be to busy taking care of the sensor package. This is a team effort we each have are part to do.  now do either need anything before we go?"

 
“Thank you, Conley. Fly well, Drake. Nice to meet you Ensign King.”
Eli turned back to his console, assembling all possible data variables the crew would need to make sure each data point was updated. The retrieval of the damaged parts of the station would allow them to determine the safest flight path. It was an ongoing process for Eli trying to determine  flight patrols, whenever they would be available. His priority was getting stable power so they could get the workbees out and moving.




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The Arcade Board / Re: Count to a million!!!
« Last post by Alexander Wu on 21 minutes ago »
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The Arcade Board / Re: Count to a million!!!
« Last post by Nira Said on April 13, 2021, 09:25:27 pm »
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USS Discovery / Re: Season 14, Episode 5: The First Frontier
« Last post by Nira Said on April 13, 2021, 09:23:35 pm »
[Inhibitor Room, Abandoned Mine, Southeast of Paradise, Arizona Territory]

Lek nodded at the Vulcan's compliment before replying wryly.

"Actually, you should be thanking this amazing 29th Century technology. It has the ability to sense a user's intent and provides the information wanted on its own. I just made it clear I needed to get control of the Discovery and the console did all the rest.

"However, you staying behind does make sense, even though I think I can manage to keep bound prisoners subdued. So, Petty Officer Danjar-Addams, looks like you get to be the first back aboard the ship. Are you ready for transport?"

Ensign Danjar-Torra Addams (Mine Infiltration Team)
[Southeast of Paradise, Arizona Territory - Mine shaft]

Torra glanced over from her spot near the hidden entrance, keeping watch for any further T'hunga.  The suggestion that both she and Savar head back had sounded good to the Grazerite, however going back solo was less appealing.   As merely an ensign, her access to higher level systems would be limited once the task of preparing Sickbay was done.  But as the first focus was on readying Sickbay for the wounded - and given her previous medical training - she did seem to be the better candidate.

Leaving her spot with one last glance down the empty mine shaft, Torra nodded towards Lieutenant Lek. "Yes sir.  I'm ready."  She had in hand her phaser - in case the ship wasn't quite as unmanned as the sensors seemed to imply.

After a moment the transporter effect took hold of her and Torra disappeared from the mine and reappeared on the ship's main transporter pad ready to get to work.   First place she went was Sickbay where she called up the EMH and had him begin with preparations for multiple casualities.
[Inhibitor Room, Abandoned Mine, Southeast of Paradise, Arizona Territory]

Once Torra had transported, Lek began contacting the medical staff to notify them to be prepared for returning to the Discovery and once receiving acknowledgement, he started the transports. When all the casualties and medical personnel were aboard, he started beaming everyone not part of the distraction team or the captured away team.

Lek took immense pleasure in beaming the T'hunga directly to the Discovery's brig. Given all the trouble, he would have preferred to have stunned them before he did, but with the Vulcan present, he didn't. Instead, as soon as the transport was complete, Lek flooded the cells with Anesthazine.

"That will keep those little snots out of trouble."

He said with a toothy grin. When he'd gotten everyone he could back on the ship, he attempted to contact A'ron and the others on the distraction team.

"This Lek, is anyone receiving?"

Hearing the call on the comm from Lek, he chuckled a bit.  Somehow the ancient Ferengi figured out how to disable the device.  Now, it was time to bring in the cavalry.  Before he answered, he chuckled at that joke.

 =/\= "Chief Lek, it's Lieutenant A'Ron.  Brilliant work with the temporal inhibitor.  We have the Sheriff detained out here as well.  There is a lot of work for my people to do, so since you have access to their computer console, I need you to contact my ship.  You're going to need to find the comm system and put it in temporal mode... the T'hunga would have to have it to contact anyone.  Then I need you to put in the following temporal coordinates, and Federation code..."=/\= he stated, walking Lek through the means to alert his Starfleet that it was time to arrive. 

[Inhibitor Room, Abandoned Mine, Southeast of Paradise, Arizona Territory]

When A'ron called, Lek couldn't resist tweaking the human's tail for his condescending attitude.

=/\= "Not sure if someone as primitive as I am can figure out something so complicated, but I will see what I can do." =/\=

Given the console's capabilities, and supplemented by A'ron's instructions, activating the comm system was a very simple task. Once he'd sent the message, Lek contacted the Discovery.

=/\= "Lek to Danjar-Addams, report on ship's status." =/\=

[Lieutenant JG Savar | Inhibitor Chamber | Benamite Mine | Arizona Territory | Earth | 1899]

As Torra beamed aboard, Savar kept an eye on the prisoners. That is, until Lek beamed them onto Discovery. Savar was alarmed; at least one of these vampiric shites would be enough to bring the whole crew into submission. He was about to voice his objections when he saw Lek flood the brig with Anesthazine and he relaxed.

"Brilliant, Lieutenant," he said. "Just as well, at lease one of these sons of biatches are enough to bring the crew down with mind domination, considering one did to the whole town, least of all the away team."

And Nira, he hinted in his tone about the away team, hence his negative opinion of the T'hunga.

"I propose we beam up last, just in case there are any T'hunga left in the mine we know not of," proposed Savar. "Plus, we could potentially use this device to collapse the mine and thus render it inaccessible, at least for half a millennium. A benamite mine, here on Earth...it'll definitely benefit the Federation in regards to slipstream technology."
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Shadow Fleet Administration / Re: сайт
« Last post by Serena King on April 13, 2021, 08:32:58 pm »
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Shadow Fleet Administration / сайт
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USS Discovery / Re: Season 14, Episode 5: The First Frontier
« Last post by Lek on April 13, 2021, 06:54:51 pm »



[Paradise, AZ]

The Sheriff was tied with rope as he found himself with no means of attack, and decided he would be perfectly cooperative while his species's own psychic waves started the process of integrating himself into their minds.  Meanwhile, a medical crewman was tending to A'Ron, who luckily only had a shot below the shoulder... but his uniform had shimmered back to the unusual future style.

Hearing the call on the comm from Lek, he chuckled a bit.  Somehow the ancient Ferengi figured out how to disable the device.  Now, it was time to bring in the cavalry.  Before he answered, he chuckled at that joke.

 =/\= "Chief Lek, it's Lieutenant A'Ron.  Brilliant work with the temporal inhibitor.  We have the Sheriff detained out here as well.  There is a lot of work for my people to do, so since you have access to their computer console, I need you to contact my ship.  You're going to need to find the comm system and put it in temporal mode... the T'hunga would have to have it to contact anyone.  Then I need you to put in the following temporal coordinates, and Federation code..."=/\= he stated, walking Lek through the means to alert his Starfleet that it was time to arrive. 

Just about an hour later, the sound of a train whistle alerted the crew that the train team was successful as the benamite train pulled into Paradise's station.  At about the same time, dozens of transporter pops occured around the town and in the cavern with Lek as more Starfleet officers in future uniforms beam in with phasers and phase rifles.  They did an initial sweep, but not seeing a threat, quickly put their weapons down.

[Inhibitor Room, Abandoned Mine, Southeast of Paradise, Arizona Territory]

When A'ron called, Lek couldn't resist tweaking the human's tail for his condescending attitude.

=/\= "Not sure if someone as primitive as I am can figure out something so complicated, but I will see what I can do." =/\=

Given the console's capabilities, and supplemented by A'ron's instructions, activating the comm system was a very simple task. Once he'd sent the message, Lek contacted the Discovery.

=/\= "Lek to Danjar-Addams, report on ship's status." =/\=

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Katra Station / Re: S3 - M4: Revival
« Last post by Sirol on April 13, 2021, 06:37:57 pm »
< Katra Station / MedBay >

"There we are," Xiiv said with a soft smile, twisting her hair into a knot at the base of her neck, her fingers moving deftly to secure it. "Welcome home."

She kept her mind open, receptive, and compassionate as it usually was, but more so now. Sirol's possible traitor status had nothing to do with Xiiv. Sirol was a patient, a comrade, and whatever the evidence found, she would not be disappointed or angry with the woman, no matter what. She let that thought stay at the forefront of her mind in case Sirol wanted to feel it. Amarande believed in her innocence and would continue to believe in it for as long as she remained in Starfleet.

For a little while longer, Sirol just sat there, curled up under her blanket, latching onto Doctor Xiiv's presence; her face seemingly frozen with a neutral, absent minded expression, while her mind was eagerly at work.
There had to be a way to make this work.
In fact, there were at least three potentially successful -, and two generally-worth-to-be-further-reflected-upon strategies to remedy the damage caused.
All of them however alarmingly above her privileges and clearances as a current Starfleet Ensign…

A ship…
A sufficiently modified deflector...
And at least one fellow scientist…
She needed similarly keen minds, to network...
...Yet with the thinned out staff, the sort of allies Sirol needed might be hard to obtain…


Eventually she slowly looked up to Xiiv, bidding her a hesitant nod.
“I am not at home. I have no home.”
The slender scientist calmly explained.
“But… I appreciate you reaching out for me…
The Romulan language has no sufficient terminology for... This here, and I am still learning to utilise Federation standard without a translator to increase my linguistic precision, but… I grasp; I see what you are doing around my mind… And I welcome it.”


Erika the uropygi would peer now at the one who had been the source of all the attention of the others. It’s small black beady eyes seemingly possessing something greater then the simplistic mind behind those eyes.

Once the hatchling matured it would be 26 inches tall and nearly 53 inches. And a thought materialized off its own accord in that small mind. Like a flash of lighting through a dark storm cloud

Pain and confusion

Tilting its head a little to side as it ponder what that meant when it looked at Sirol. Then it would look at Kal noticing it had been spotted and scurry under the bed a little more.

HIDE BE STILL Another jolt of lightning like thought lanced through the primitive mind of the uropygi.

When Sirol once more noticed the Commander’s pet from the corner of her eye, she slowly turned around, giving it a curious look; only to see it seek shelter and go into hiding again.
It was adorable and instantly triggered protective feelings within Sirol (as to be logically expected from her when around children and small animals…), but also a fair share of new thoughts.

The poor little thing must have been overwhelmed with all the strange occurrences and faces on the MedBay…
“Will it be alright?” Sirol quietly asked in Zex’s direction, yet with her eyes still following the small animal.

"I'll be close if you need or want me," Xiiv said quietly, not moving from her stool as she picked up a PADD. Sirol felt a little better, she could tell that on an emotional level and that was a beginning.

Sirol hesitantly nodded, her eyes slowly returning her focus towards the medic.
“Acknowledged. Thank you…”
She spoke calmly, rubbing her cold hands on her ankles, before she eventually added:
“How do I determine if I need you, Doctor?”
The question was almost even ironically childish; hinting towards Sirol’s lack of chance to reflect; lack of someone to give her the proper feedback she needed to assess herself and her own situation. Yet her question was genuine...
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USS Challenger-A / Re: S4: E10 - Backwater
« Last post by ShranLahr ch'Verret on April 13, 2021, 05:44:05 pm »
[Bridge - USS Challenger]

"Bollicks!"

Ian stood and paced as he worked through what to do next.

"Since we can track their life signs, we might have a way ta get them out, but without a firm comm lock, we won't be able ta be precise and some of those Steegar boogits will end up along for the ride."

His face scrunched up in thought, Ian added.

"Have the Onizuka drop ta low altitude, 500 meters and follow them. They'll be able ta get visuals and based on what they report, we'll beam the lot of them up if'n it looks like they get into even more trouble than they're already in.

"Have a security team report ta the transporter room with phasers set on wide angle stun. As soon as they appear, stun everyone on the platform. We'll beam the Steegar back ta the planet and apologize ta the away team."


The orders given were relayed to the Onizuka promptly.  Within a minute to two the shuttle was reporting back on what they discovered.

"Captain, the shuttle reports that the away team has been captured by the local inhabitants, and are on the move back towards the compound.  Attempts by our crew to escape are being met with violence." 

Lahr said this last with more than a tinge of anger.  He could well envision Ruth attempting to escape.  The fact that someone would dare hurt her made him almost as pissed as the Captain had been earlier.

"Transporter room reports they are ready at your order."
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USS Discovery / Re: Season 14, Episode 5: The First Frontier
« Last post by Tekin Nevir on April 13, 2021, 04:39:43 pm »
Ensign Danjar-Torra Addams (Mine Infiltration Team)
[Southeast of Paradise, Arizona Territory - Mine shaft]

Torra glanced over from her spot near the hidden entrance, keeping watch for any further T'hunga.  The suggestion that both she and Savar head back had sounded good to the Grazerite, however going back solo was less appealing.   As merely an ensign, her access to higher level systems would be limited once the task of preparing Sickbay was done.  But as the first focus was on readying Sickbay for the wounded - and given her previous medical training - she did seem to be the better candidate.

Leaving her spot with one last glance down the empty mine shaft, Torra nodded towards Lieutenant Lek. "Yes sir.  I'm ready."  She had in hand her phaser - in case the ship wasn't quite as unmanned as the sensors seemed to imply.

After a moment the transporter effect took hold of her and Torra disappeared from the mine and reappeared on the ship's main transporter pad ready to get to work.   First place she went was Sickbay where she called up the EMH and had him begin with preparations for multiple casualities.

 


NPC Crewman Helga Tragnar (Distraction Team)
[Gaming Car - Train - en route east of Paradise]
 
While Lena looked over the unconscious engineer, Helga after ensuring that the locamotive car was secure from whoever it was that had knocked out the engineer, followed orders to 'stop the train'.   She looked over the controls trying to figure out which might first slow them down.   Last thing she wanted to do was put on the brakes too sharply and derail them.   This was where Lek would have come in really handy.   But the Ferengi wasn't present she was so, she'd do her best.   

Thinking she found the panel that would allow her access to the automation, Helga tried to edit the destination... from Washington to Paradise.

[Deck 9 - Sickbay - USS Discovery]

The ship was eerily quiet as Torra made her way to Sickbay.  Things were left as they were dropped on the ship, but the majority of the damage seemed to be repaired.  It was hard to see if that was intentional or just an automated process.

With the computer recognizing Torra's voiceprint, the Mark IV shimmered to life in the middle of the room.  "Please state the nature of the medical emergency... wait.. where is everyone?" he said, immediately noting no other lifesigns around him. 

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[Engine - Train - in New Mexico]

The automated system acknowledged the command, and immediately planned a route back.  It wouldn't take too long, probably no more than an hour to cross back through the desert into Arizona. 

Just shy of an hour later, the train disengaged its parachronic engine in favor for the electric faux steam engine.  The train reached out to connect to its master controller, only to find it was disconnected.  As the away team laid unconscious, and would be for a few hours, the card table in the room reconfigured and opened up to reveal a smaller version of the device Lek has deactivated.  The device did the same thing as the larger one; it shimmered and the very structure reconfigured itself to a smaller offline unit.  In the engine, the electric engine shut down, as did the coal control room.  The other residents looked confused, but it was hard to tell if it was because the device turned off, or because they noticed that they were back in Paradise and not Washington.

[Inhibitor Room, Abandoned Mine, Southeast of Paradise, Arizona Territory]

Once Torra had transported, Lek began contacting the medical staff to notify them to be prepared for returning to the Discovery and once receiving acknowledgement, he started the transports. When all the casualties and medical personnel were aboard, he started beaming everyone not part of the distraction team or the captured away team.

Lek took immense pleasure in beaming the T'hunga directly to the Discovery's brig. Given all the trouble, he would have preferred to have stunned them before he did, but with the Vulcan present, he didn't. Instead, as soon as the transport was complete, Lek flooded the cells with Anesthazine.

"That will keep those little snots out of trouble."

He said with a toothy grin. When he'd gotten everyone he could back on the ship, he attempted to contact A'ron and the others on the distraction team.

"This Lek, is anyone receiving?"

[Paradise, AZ]

The Sheriff was tied with rope as he found himself with no means of attack, and decided he would be perfectly cooperative while his species's own psychic waves started the process of integrating himself into their minds.  Meanwhile, a medical crewman was tending to A'Ron, who luckily only had a shot below the shoulder... but his uniform had shimmered back to the unusual future style.

Hearing the call on the comm from Lek, he chuckled a bit.  Somehow the ancient Ferengi figured out how to disable the device.  Now, it was time to bring in the cavalry.  Before he answered, he chuckled at that joke.

 =/\= "Chief Lek, it's Lieutenant A'Ron.  Brilliant work with the temporal inhibitor.  We have the Sheriff detained out here as well.  There is a lot of work for my people to do, so since you have access to their computer console, I need you to contact my ship.  You're going to need to find the comm system and put it in temporal mode... the T'hunga would have to have it to contact anyone.  Then I need you to put in the following temporal coordinates, and Federation code..."=/\= he stated, walking Lek through the means to alert his Starfleet that it was time to arrive. 

Just about an hour later, the sound of a train whistle alerted the crew that the train team was successful as the benamite train pulled into Paradise's station.  At about the same time, dozens of transporter pops occured around the town and in the cavern with Lek as more Starfleet officers in future uniforms beam in with phasers and phase rifles.  They did an initial sweep, but not seeing a threat, quickly put their weapons down. 
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