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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