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Re: Season 2 Episode 3: Monsoon Season
« Reply #105 on: December 14, 2017, 11:59:16 am »
[USS Gibson - Science Laboratory]

T'Prina wrinkled her delicate nose, two things were bothering her. First, the loud, injured Adeyemi wasn't leaving her laboratory and he was still woefully under-dressed. The second, no matter how many different scenarios they ran through the simulators, nothing was coming close to being able to salvage even a portion of Shotaka's surface from the onslaught of the storm.

"Even with this additional data, we have no viable means of stopping or rerouting the storm. Anything we add to the toxic sludge that is their atmosphere will undoubtedly make it worse." She slammed an equally delicate looking fist into the sturdy metallic alloy table top, leaving a decidedly large dent, as a testament to her frustration. A couple ensigns looked up from their monitors, surprise evident but the Vulcan roundly ignored them. The current problem vexed her, as it appeared they had run out of both time and options.

It was then that the two Shotakan scientists, Professor Napuli and Doctor Une arrived at the laboratory. They were wide eyed with wonder at the state of the ship, outdated as it was, it was still a good sight better than a lot of Shotaka. At the moment it was a lot better than all of Shotaka. They wobbled forward and bowed low to her.

"Ah, such a large ship, so big and so clean. You are the Chief Science Officer here? And a girl? But it is no matter, no matter." The pair prattled on a bit, sometimes speaking in unison. Given the mechanical rattle of their breathing devices, it was almost impossible which one was speaking at a given time. They completely ignored Admiral Adeyemi. Considering the tattered state of his uniform, they could not tell what his rank was.

"Enjoyment of the facilities here aside, we need to know what vital bit of information you kept. None of the data you provided us will save your planet and here you are behaving like children on a study trip." The Vulcan looked at them sternly, not unlike a disapproving school teacher.

The two Shotakans settled down and took a more serious tone. "Right, quite right. Couldn't talk back at our Institute. They had us bugged, wired. One wrong peep and boom. No more ILE, no more us. The secret is an electromagnetic pulse!"

T'Prina's fingers flew over the controls on her console, reprogramming the simulator with the added information. She muttered to herself while doing so. "Introducing the pulse to the ionsphere could possibly disperse the positive ions if not outright neutralizing them. Intriguing." The simulation showed a 76.9% success rate clearing the corrosive acid, much higher than any of the previous tests. On the other hand, the shockwave would wipe out all shielding and communications on planet. If they were not successful in neutralizing the acid, everyone on Shotaka would die. If they did nothing, everyone on Shotaka would die. She held out the results for Adeyemi to observe.

"Now that we have the facts, what is our course of action, Admiral?"

[Science Laboratory]

The Shotakan scientists arrived. They had not been robust, but a last minute dash through a wind wracked, crumbling city under an onslaught of acid rain had taken its toll. Like Adeyemi, the pair of half-mechanical aliens were covered with half healed sounds, and reeked of a tangy, toxic smell. They were struggling to move despite their animated chattering, and a medical team was not long in appearing after them.

The admiral sidled up to the scientists, both of whom were being injected numerous times with hyposprays and had no less than a half dozen instruments attending to their needs. The medical team was shooing Adeyemi away.

"Are you gentlemen able to answer a few questions?" Adeyemi asked over the clamor of the medical team.

"Identify yourself!" One of them declared in an excited tone.

"Admiral Adeyemi."

The alien took in the bedraggled, torn clothing, the wild eyes, and the numerous injuries. He tried to sniff delicately, but with his under-powered respiratory system all he succeeded in doing was snorting out a glob of red and green phlegm the size of a coin. He paid no heed to it as the rapidly drying but still oozing fleck dribbled down his cin.

"Yes," The Shotakan said, and laid his hand on the admiral's wrist. His fingers and joints were weak, and had been strengthened with a webbing of some kind of bio-mechanical mesh that gave him the power to grip. He did so now, in desperation. "I feel much better simply being on your ship. Your air filters...allows us all to breathe better."

"I'm glad," The admiral said, and even with the pressing matter at hand he did feel gratification that these weak, unfortunate beings were feeling well. "Our science team has plugged into your ancient satellite network and your capital's power core. We believe by linking the two and our own ship's system we can generate power to bombard the storm with enough electromagnetic pulse."

"Such an amount of power in our grid would destroy every piece of technology on the planet," The scientist yelped. "And permanently shut it down. We would not be able to repair them, either. We'd go back to the dark ages!"

"But it would save Shotaka, and your lives." Adeyemi said quietly. He knew how important technology was to these people. "And it would solve your pollution problems...or at least, delay them."

"We need to speak with Director Yilroy," The scientist said, not to Adeyemi but to his counterpart. "This may be the only way, but the decision is his."

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Re: Season 2 Episode 3: Monsoon Season
« Reply #106 on: December 14, 2017, 12:12:29 pm »
[Location: Shotaka, USS Gibson]

Tritter remained focused on the Cadet, he studied her closely, she looked like she would be able to move out with them. He than offered her the mask and a rifle to take along for the ride back. Once she had taken the items and proceeded to don the mask, as well as the rifle, he would turn on a heel, he looked towards the Klingon, who nodded slightly to the Executive Officer.

The team would than proceed to move out. The team would make their way out of their building and into the town. There wasn't the same amount of hostiles as they arrived, he suspected that there was a fight going on somewhere else. They were a few hostiles, which were fairly easily eliminated either with hand to hand combat and well placed phaser rounds. The Shotakans weren't much of a threat, they were damaged and weak, they were no match for the trained and seasoned Security team. It would be a few hours for them to eventually make their way back to the Gibson.

He than shifted his focus to the Admiral for a moment, he than proceeded to grab his comm badge. He than returned it to his uniform. He than tapped his comm badge and said, "Lieutenant Commander MacKenzie, are you ready to move out back to the Gibson?" His heavily accented voice was eerily calm and focused despite all that had been going on. He had heard discussions of an EMP being used and he wanted all crew back to the Gibson. He than made an executive decision, he tapped his comm badge and said "Commander Tritter to all crew, back to the Gibson immediately"


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Re: Season 2 Episode 3: Monsoon Season
« Reply #107 on: December 14, 2017, 01:39:23 pm »
=/\="Ellis to Black, we are good to go. Activate transponders." =/\=

[Shotaka - Outskirt Hospital Site]

Derek hadn't let the time it took for Ellis to get the ship ready go to waste. Most of the former hospital's inhabitants had been moved into the modular sections, and asides from a few unfortunate incidences that required chemical restraints, it had gone smoothly. The Shotakans had known this was coming for days, if not weeks, and they seemed resigned to their world's fate. =/\="This is Black. Start pulling them out."=/\=

He was worried that with the impending storm, they'd send out a recall order before they got all of their patients out. It was all a matter of time now, and Derek didn't want to have to make the decision to leave people behind. Hurrying back into the building for a final check on the wards, he tapped his commbadge. =/\="Mackenzie, this is Black, we've started the evacuation. It'll take about fifteen minutes before we can clear the building."=/\=

"Commander Tritter to all crew, back to the Gibson immediately"

Pausing midstride, Derek punched the wall. "Goddamnit." Eighty-two to go. Leaving the Shotakans behind was akin to a death sentence. Even if they were protected by the shelter, once Mackenzie's security forces left, there would be noone to protect them from their fellow desperate citizens. On the other hand, he couldn't jeopardize his own people. =/\="Ellis, this is Black. On the next transports, pull out teams 2 thru 5. Tritter, this is Black, we're still evacuating the hospital, can you hold here for another...ten minutes?"=/\=

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Re: Season 2 Episode 3: Monsoon Season
« Reply #108 on: December 14, 2017, 01:55:32 pm »
[ Shotaka ]

The plan was going as smoothly as a Jagger bush. Though Dan's plan had worked, allowing Molly to remote into the generator, the simplistic nature of its security systems was making it hard to get into. As the three were huddled together near the generator, Jenna was trying keep the insurgents off them long enough for Molly to get a a backdoor in.

"Come On Giraffe. We need to get outta here," Jenna said. "You're lucky that phaser you picked up from Mustache McGee over there could stun," Molly quipped back. It was at this point, Jenna was holding her normal phaser in one hand and the other was one she picked up from a man she had a brawl with just a few moments ago.

Molly then sighed in relief and told the two beside her that she was in. "I am in, but we are out of transport range for the Gibson as I can't get a signal of any transport locations otherwise"Molly said.  Jenna swore under her breathe and then shot down another insurgent who was charging their position.Well How far until we are in range?" Jenna asked.
Molly showed her the map. "Molly you make the call into the Gibson. Our objective now is to get to the transport point," Jenna said.

The three began to book it out of the area they were in. They found that the entrance was headed by a large stone arch. As the group blind fired behind them. Jenna smirked as it came into view. She fired at a grouping of rocks that were above the arch. Just as they got out of small area, the arch collapse dd, trapping the insurgents behind them.

They knew they were not out of the woods. The sting of the rain was starting to hurt their skin. When her glasses were destroyed, the searing headache that Jenna had began to come back. Her head was pounding and it seemed to only get worse as they ran along. "If we get outta this alive, remind me to have a nice chat with our dear Captain," Jenna said.

Each step was like a race against the clock. Jenna cried in pain as well as Molly. Jenna saw the people running in panic and began to cry herself. Not tears of sorrow, but tears of anger. Molly stopped to Hug and kiss Jenna. She was worried about her, but also if they were not going to make it out. "They did this to themselves. This lovely 'ol girl of a planet gets to cleanse herself of their evil. She can turn anyone away. This can be her new start," Jenna said. It was painful to run, but the had to continue.

Jenna sighed in relief as they got in range. They found themselves an overhang, but looked disheveled from the rain. What little they had left of cloth was used to cover up a combadge. "This is Lt. McKinson requesting transport of three to the Gibson," She said. They were immediately beamed to safety.

"I always try to be true to who I am and just be myself."

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Re: Season 2 Episode 3: Monsoon Season
« Reply #109 on: December 14, 2017, 02:29:54 pm »
[Shotaka - Outskirt Hospital Site]
Pausing midstride, Derek punched the wall. "Goddamnit." Eighty-two to go. Leaving the Shotakans behind was akin to a death sentence. Even if they were protected by the shelter, once Mackenzie's security forces left, there would be noone to protect them from their fellow desperate citizens. On the other hand, he couldn't jeopardize his own people. =/\="Ellis, this is Black. On the next transports, pull out teams 2 thru 5. Tritter, this is Black, we're still evacuating the hospital, can you hold here for another...ten minutes?"=/\=

[Location: Gibson]

Tritter sighed quietly as he heard Black's request, but he knew what he aqsked was not a quick and easy thing for him. He took a moment to think it over, but he than replied with "Acknowledged Chief, get it done" His tone was confident and serious as he addressed the other man, his heavily accented voice remained calm though as he spoke.


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Re: Season 2 Episode 3: Monsoon Season
« Reply #110 on: December 14, 2017, 02:36:10 pm »
[Shotaka]
=/\= Gibson to Knox and Kentrat. We have your coordinates locked. 4 to beam up. Energizing. =/\=

Knox breathed a sigh of relief and was soon rematerializing in familiar surroundings.

[Gibson]
"Kentrat. Please escort our guests to the Science Lab where you shall find Lt. T'Prina. And make sure they surrender all pertinent information on the solution to the Shotaka problem to her. Immediately."

Why do people hide the most crucial piece?

Knox was about to report to the Captain that she had returned to the Gibson, when her comm went off.

[/I] F... [/I]

=/\= Black. I hope you know what you are doing. Permission granted on the condition that once you have transported everyone in need of care, including your staff, you shall erect a Level 5 security force field around Cargo Bays 1 and 2. Make no mistake we shall be positioning armed officers on guard. This is non-negotiable, Derek. =/\=

Knox did not even breath between her next comm.

=/\= Knox to Captain Adeyemi. Things are about to get a bit crowded on the Gibson. Black wants save lives in Cargo Bays 1 and 2. Of course, heightening security. Also, we have the two prominent Shotakan scientists on their way to meet Lt. T'Prina. Though they are refusing to share vital information, Sir. They may be in need an Admiral's encouragement. Knox out. =/\=

[USS Gibson]

Something felt like it wasn't put back correctly. Something internally had manifested in this shrieking pain out of Johannes, spit launching at the inside of his breathing mask as he gagged. Their guests and his commander seemed fine, as far as his straining eyes could tell. Something was asked of him that he did not hear over his constant coughing and screams. He didn't know what this was, but the strength had left his legs and he went over, after much staggering.

Escorts in blue uniform took his charges from him and lifted him up by his shoulders and ankles. There just wasn't room for a stretcher. The little rhythm of shuffling gave him something to focus on amongst the chaos. It allowed him to leave himself for diagnosis. He didn't think it was some sort of missing something or disorganized something. It felt like there was a foreign object in him. As hard as it was to breath, it was probably something in his chest cavity.

[USS Gibson-Sickbay]

"You have something in your chest cavity."

Oh, wondrous, a redundant corpsman. All Johannes did was scream at him. As he did so, the more out of breath he got, that agonizing pain died slightly. It must be up against a lung, but he was sure that this would be rectified. They put a node to his head, pressed a little button on the sickbed he was housed on, and darkness just took him over. Sleep. No...just unconsciousness. Here he saw his subconscious again, a little child version of himself running away from unidentified golems. He felt that frustration of wanting to turn to face them, but he knew he couldn't do it yet. Not till he had the mass to do so.

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Re: Season 2 Episode 3: Monsoon Season
« Reply #111 on: December 14, 2017, 03:02:44 pm »
:: Checkpoint Bravo | Shotaka ::

Luckily for Kyan, Cho, and Dunn; Walker had been quick about getting them resupplied. A little more dramatic than he'd have liked, what with 1% remaining on his phaser rifle when the tow headed crewman came running back to their position, but nonetheless he had returned. And they were now beating back the melted half mechanical hordes with relative ease.

Of course nothing could ever be easy right?

Then the gods and their silly sense of humor took over. A Maltov cocktail exploded close to Walker, catching the crewman's uniform ablaze and peppering him with glass shrapnel. The young crewman released his weapon and immediately fell to the pavement, screaming obscenities.

"Arhhhh sh*t!" he yelled, beating his pants leg to put the fire out. Unfortunately, the concoction that the Shotakans were using was something akin to napalm so Walker was simply fanning the flame.

"Use yer aid kit!" Kyan shouted. "There be a foire suppressor in there." He wanted to help, but moving off his position would mean the groups entire right side would be out of action, giving the Shotakans room to break through.

Walker was at least composed enough to follow his orders, but the damage was done. His mask was inoperable too, the visor having been shattered. "I can't see!" He called back. "My mask is broken!"

"Punch yer ticket then. Get back." Kyan called over, dropping a Shotakan in Walker's field of fire.

Walker replied quickly, panic etched into his voice. "I don't have it. I used to for resupply. What do I do?"

They'd only brought four of them, one for each of the security officers. "Oi'm comin tae ye. Sit toight." Kyan shouted back. Then..."Cho, increase yer field o foire. Dunn... shift tae yer roight!"

Two "aye sir's" later, Kyan saw Dunn drop into his new position closer to him, which was his cue to go. He picked up his blade off the pavement in front of him and made his way over to Walker, who was now struggling to take in breath.

"So...rry" he panted.

Kyan gave him a hard pat on the back. "Dinnae worry yerself." he replied jovially. "Ye did good out here so ye did. Cannae all of us stay fer th' whole of the party, the sadness of it." He took his own transponder off his sleeve and slapped it onto Walker's. "After ye've been looked to, be sure tae tell the grups in charge that we're still out here the now, dinnae let'em forget."

"K...." Walker mumbled as he nodded.

"Roight then.. off ye go." Kyan slapped the transponder, which then lit up and a few seconds, Walker was gone. Kyan took his place and set up his own rifle on the wall. The Shotakans were getting closer. The closest of them were now getting within a few meters of the wall before being dropped. He saw one laid out less than a meter away from Dunn's spot. It was simple math now, and eventually they would overtake the wall.

[Shotaka Surface]

Slowly beginning to think all was lost until she heard the unmistakable sound of phaser fire and without a word pulled Rixxy towards the sound knowing it had to be some of the Security team.  Praying that they would see the both of them and not mistake them for someone else, making a waving gesture to get their attention until everything got to much with her existing injury and the others she sustained and collapsed into the welcoming darkness once more.

"Lieutenant!" Cho called out. "I think we have some of our people coming up behind the Shotakans. Can you see?"

Kyan squinted to see through the fogged up mask to where Cho was pointing. Sure enough, there was a humanoid woman out there waving, with what looked like two other people. They wouldn't last long out there if the Shotakans turned their attention to them, riled up like they were. Just as he was considering that issue however, another one came up. His com badge... near useless now having been exposed to the rain made a sickly chirping sound before their Medical Officer's voice came through.

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=/\=Mac....zie, thi.......ack, we've sta... the evacu...n..... take about fifteen min... .=/\=

"Oh Morrigu ye scandalous ole bitch ye!" the little Only muttered before tapping the badge angrily. =/\= Black, Mackenzie. Get the lead outta yer arse and hurry! You dinnae have fifteen minutes. You've maybe ten! =/\=

Of course even ten was generous. But just as he was about to curse another of his gods, an idea struck him. A quick look around was all it took to conclude that the idea was sound. Besides, they all had transponders anyway, so blowing up the entrance to the hospital complex wouldn't effect his getting back to the ship. Kyan grinned beneath his mask as he congratulated himself on a good plan.

"Ok, Dunn. Collapse the entrance way tae the hospital. That'll give the doctor types some more toime. After that, form up on me. We're gonna make a hole for whoever is back there behind the Shotakans!"

Dunn turned immediately, ratcheting up his rifle settings and beginning his work on the stone arch behind them. Cho maintained his fire as he inched closer to his friend's position.

Of course his communicator still had a bit of life left, and chirped again. This message was no better than the last.

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=/\= "Commander Tritter to all crew, back to the Gibson immediately"=/\=

He angrily shot a few more Shotakans before tapping his badge to reply. Of course the rifle was on stun, but it was cathartic all the same.... sort of. =/\= This be Mackenzie. Negative. We're still keepin the natives away from the hospital. Starfleet people trapped behind Shotakan mob. We're gonna go get 'em. Will return after. =/\=

With that he hopped over the wall and started making a hole in the mob between himself and the people behind it. Cho took up position beside him on the left. Shortly thereafter the high pitched whine of Dunn's compression rifle stopped and the big archway behind them crumbled effectively cutting them off the the hospital, but also cutting the Shotakans off. They'd have to go around it now, which would take several minutes.

"Ahroit Boyos..." Kyan began as Dunn took position on his right. "Let's be about it. Stay toight. Oi'll 'ave em from ten tae two, Cho, six tae ten, an Dunn, you got two tae six. Saavy?"

"Yup."

"Aye."

"Move!" Kyan replied simply, stepping off. Cho stayed on his left about two steps behind, and Walker did likewise on his right. The Shotakans were still coming, and approaching though they were water and the Security team a sinking ship, to be swallowed. This tactic, if it was successful, would allow them to leave a path back to their position behind the wall if Dunn and Cho could keep it open.

Kyan stayed focussed on the mass of bodies in front of him, shooting the closet one each time. He heard a flash bang and the unmistakable hiss of a smoke canister on either side of him as his comrades worked to keep a distance between them and the angry mob. It took nearly a minute, but eventually the sea of screaming protesters parted enough for Kyan to make out the Starfleet crew. There were two female grups, and one was on the ground. She looked to be the worse for wear.

"Please help her!" Rixxy shouted to him, nearing hysteria. 

"Aye that's why we're here the now lass, just hold it together for a wee second!" Kyan replied happily. People liked for their rescuers to be happy, so the grups at Starfleet Academy thought. "Ok... here's the plan. We're all gonna..." he began, realizing that he himself had no transponder. "Oh well gods dammit!" he yelled up to the gods. "Yer games be gettin old so they do!" he added, coming to a decision. "Ahroit. You who's still upright, Cho, and Dunn. Yer gonna hit yer transponders the now an go back tae the ship with this one who's laying here with 'er bits an pieces showin. And Oi, who gave up my own ticket to Walker will lure this lot away on foot."

"Sir you can't stay here by yourself!" Cho spoke up.

"An we cannae be wading through this mob carryin 'er now can we? It's up a river of stink on a small boat we are boyos and no mistake." Kyan replied. "An that was an order so it was, the which you will follow."

"Sir Cho's right." Dunn began before beign cut off.

"Do loik i told ya!" Kyan piped up, peering up at his team. "I'm gonna lead them off tae give the doctor types some toime ye see? You will tell the Gibson that Oi'm out 'ere. They will transport me back. Make sure it 'appens, or Oi'll haunt yer wee grup arse an you'll never dip yer twig in another lady again without I'm there screwin it up for ye. Now GO!"

The two nodded, hitting their transponders. Rixxy did likewise, and Kyan reached down and hit Leana's, sending her back to the Gibson. Then he rose, facing the seething mass of Shotakans, who had paused briefly at the sight of the blue beams taking the others away.

"Ok you lot. Let's have a game of tag now eh?" he laughed. "And.... you're it!" he offered, shooting the nearest Shotakan with his hand phaser. He then turned and took off as fast as he could run away from the hospital.

And now he found himself in a familiar setting. Alone on a ruined planet, running from the very same pissed off grups that ruined it. 

Feels loik Oi'm home again! he thought as he ran.

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Re: Season 2 Episode 3: Monsoon Season
« Reply #112 on: December 14, 2017, 05:06:52 pm »
[Location: USS Gibson]


He waited in a less than patient fashion for all the crew to return, once the entire crew had returned and he verified as such, he tapped his comm badge, telling the pilot to close the ramp and get them out of dodge. Once they were far enough away for the Gibson to be unaffected, he would give the go ahead for the EMP to be delivered.

He watched it closely from one of the cargo bay windows, he found it was interesting, it carried a "wave" throughout the planet. He wasn't much of a technological type, but he had a rough understanding that it would correct their acid rain and environmental damage issues, but it will destroy all of their electrical based technology, it will set them back but it will save their lives and planet.

It was almost an instantaneous change, for their planets atmosphere and environmental changes. The whole thing was kind of curious to him, but to be honest, he was ready to get out of dodge.

[End Mission]


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