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Katra Station / Re: S2 - M5 - Blood and Soil Part II
« Last post by Solluk on 2 hours ago »
Katra Station - Briefing Room --> Operational Command Center

Once the meeting was adjourned, Solluk debated whether to make his report from his ready room, or whether to work on it using his PADD.  In the end, the allure of nearby food and drink kept him in place as he drafted a letter to Starfleet Command. 

He tapped the message while intermittently enjoying cheese cubes and the remainder of his wine.  He did not even particularly pay attention to what cheese he was grabbing.  Some was orange, some white, some speckled.  His mind was on the emerging troubles, and he ate the snacks on autopilot.

Finally, once he was satisfied with the report, he attached all relevant sensor scans, copied Rayek in case he needed to answer questions about the report while Solluk was indisposed, and then encrypted and sent the message for relay through the wormhole to Starfleet Command.

With that accomplished, Solluk got up and left the briefing room.  A member of the Hospitality Services staff was waiting outside, and Solluk nodded to the man.

Proceeding up to the Operational Command Center, Solluk arrived just after Jada reported to Rayek, and in time to see the fruits of Kosst Holana's particle injection efforts coming up on the main screen.


In addition to the images, a steam of data followed.   The gravitational buildup in the system was the result of a coaxial gravitational effect.  A spacecraft was trying to link two sections of space by using formidable gravitational waves that were transmitted on a subspace carrier.  According to the information provided, the source was approximately 28 light-years away. 

Based on the current buildup of spacetime distortion effects, the connection would be made in just 48 minutes.

"Well," Solluk said after reviewing the data and turning to face Rayek, "it seems we'll have company within the hour.  Let's get the Kosst Holana back home, and launch a special fighter patrol to meet our guests when they arrive.  I believe the Atrosians may be looking for a shuttle thief... who is perhaps also a political dissident carrying information they would prefer not get out."



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Acting CPO ShranLahr ch'Verret
[Innominatum Outpost - Deck 12 - Briefing Room 2]

Lahr listened to the Captain's briefing point by point and noted Lek's reply. 

At her call for officers to 'Captain' other ships Lahr couldn't keep silent.  "Lek took command of an enemy vessel back when we retook Innominatum.  I'm sure he'd make an excellent Captain." Lahr grinned over towards the Ferengi after nominating him.  Lahr was of the mind that anyone of Starfleet should be considered to Captain prior to the Allied members.  Having a non Starfleet person in charge of one of its ships just sat wrong with the Andorian.

He almost wish that temp command could be given to enlisted but knew that wasn't the way it really should work. 

(ooc posting as Rayek as my password for ShranLahr isn't being accepted)

[Briefing Room 2 - Innominatum]

Ruth, Hecate, Gril'ka, Aedile, Arya, Katya

The Captain cast a look at the tired Chief Engineer, and was somewhat sympathetic. "While I have no doubt Mr. Lek would be excellent at Captaining a vessel, and I have indeed had to leave him in charge of my own Bridge on occasion and the ship didn't blow up or anything, I would prefer to have both Mr. Lek and Mr. Gianetti on had just in case anything goes bang on our way back to Earth."

Briefing Room 2 - Innominatum

Sukal nodded to Lahr with his comment about the lack of usual uniform - though it did not seem to affect his view of him personally.  Things had been a bit rough between him and the Andorian before his sudden departure to help his family.  That, of course, had been no thanks to the traitor they had all been fighting.  It was good to see him in better spirits, and this caused Sukal to smile with appreciation at Lahr.  He took a seat next to Admiral D'arth - whom he noted had said nothing to anyone, but then - what could one say after all that had happened.  An apology was not likely to go far at the moment with so many lost or hurt.

At the Captain's mention that there was the need for temporary command officers for various ships they had captured; Sukal mentally went through his list of those available.  It was an old Operations habit of his to know who was where and what they were capable of.  Lahr suggesting Lek as one was not surprising, but the Ferengi seemed ready to fall over just any moment after giving his report.

"Commander Vuong Dao of the USS IP MAN could certainly take one of the ships, Captain.  As could Lieutenant Commander B'vora from the USS EINSTIEN. If necessary, I can certainly take one, but there aren't that many ships of the rebel squadron left.  I doubt you would need too many for command.  The rest would be officers and crew necessary to work them.  Two of the ships took less casualties than others...including both IP MAN and WING CHUN.  Certainly the ARKANSAS has crew to spare, and it would give the Cadets extra training," Sukal offered.  "I do think that none of our ships should be crewed by our allies.  While they are quite trustworthy and have been of great assistance - Starfleet's Top Brass would have your head if you let such thing happen.  I, personally, have no desire to have you face such a situation when we get back to Earth when we have so much fun ahead of us.  I know you said that you have told Starfleet about our allies, but having them is one thing...having them command ships belonging to Starfleet is another.  Things are tense enough in the Federation.  Let's not give them any reason to act on their paranoia.  I am sure Ambassador Gril'ka would have no desire to have a Federation officer command any of her ships, and Praetor Adelie would be no different:  correct?" he added in caution with a nod to both the Klingon Ambassador and the head of the Remans.

Briefing Room 2 - Innominatum

Kyle listened as the others gave their department reports and talk of who was available to command some other ships. He allowed himself a tiny smile. They were a very efficient crew and he was proud to be Acting XO for the time being. He hadn't truly realized how much he had missed it out here in the great unknown. When Mister Sukal was done, Kyle stood as he still had to handle Sec/Tac.

"Security personnel are up and going. We still have several prisoners in the brig. We're actually almost out of cell space. Since we're going to be returning some other ships to Earth, I'd like to suggest that some of them be transferred to the other ships. With the exception of Leyton. He's not leaving our custody."

He took a seat and waited for the Captain's reply.



"I think it's only the Redeemer, and the Gol or is it the Falcon I can't remember now.  The Kumari-E is still out there, she slipped away in the midst of the Tholians, Cardassians and Talarians scuttling back whence they came." Ruth said with a grim smile.

"Mr. ch'Verret, inform Commander Vuong Dao and Lt. Commander B'vora to take a ship per piece and ask Captain Hampton to send over a skeleton crew to each, I agree it would be good practice for the cadets.  While there is no offence to our allies, I think Com... ah Lt. Sukal is correct."

"None taken, Captain Sigurdsdottir,.." Ambassador Gril'ka smiled at the young red haired Captain.  "While they probably wouldn't have an issue with me taking in a Klingon ship and I have some dispensation there, they'd let me though probably with even a Federation Ship if I called ahead but I don't want to start an intergalactic incident so I'll play nicely!" she said with a chuckle.

"I'd just as soon not be led out to be shot at dawn in San Francisco, I've got a lovely costume sorted out for your party!" Hecate said with a grin.

"Can we go on the other ships with the cadets to take them back to Earth?" Katya asked.

"Please?!" added Arya with a pleading look.

Quietly Aedile spoke up, "...and you're definitely going to have to message ahead if I'm to take the Shining Star anywhere near Earth Spacedock, they'd throw a fit.  I won't go in cloaked obviously, or maybe it might be an idea to send them home and I could just come as a guest to give testimony against Leyton, aboard one of the other ships... what do you think?"

Ruth considered and then said "Praetor Aedile you'll be most welcome on my ship anytime, and we'll obviously give you a lift back to Innominatum or if our orders after the courts martial are in a totally different direction immediately, we will arrange transport back for you."

Aedile bowed her head in acknowledgement.  "It seems that is sorted then, may I bring a couple of staff?"

"Of course, I should have suggested it." the Captain said with a small nod.

"Mr. Briggs, Leyton stays firmly in our brig, I don't want him out of our sight. I think I can leave it to you to liaise with the Security Chiefs of other ships for the transport of other prisoners.  We'll work it out somehow even if we have to erect temporary cells with forcefields in the cargo hold of a couple of ships."

Turning to the twins she considered.  "Very well, I grant your request on one condition, you're both on the same ship and I will arrange for you to be on Bridge duty under the watchful eye of the Acting Captain.  I don't like the idea of you being off ship but you're going to have to go back to Academy after the court cases so this can be a small step to 'normality' for you."

The twins looked at each other, looked at Ruth and then nodded enthusiastically.

[Briefing Room 2, Innominatum]

With more people arriving for the briefing, time for small talk was now at an end, as Liv took a sip of the iced water and acknowledged the newcomers. Since she had come into all of this towards the end of the fight with Leyton, she didn't know certain people very well. But when it came down to it, they had been extremely lucky to have allies to help them to bring this to a proper conclusion, before it could continue any further.

So when Ruth began to speak to them all, Liv gave the Captain her full attention, listening to everything what was said, including the matter of leave. She knew that she would be the one to burst the proverbial bubble in regards to the amount they would get, but for the moment, she remained silent.

Acknowledging Maggie's reply regarding her wedding with a smile, before Lek gave his own response. He was then followed by Lahr, Sukal, the Admiral and finally her husband, as they all gave their input into what the Captain had planned and discussed.

Now that it was her turn, Liv looked at Ruth as she delivered her not so good news about shore leave.

" I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but prior to me coming here, I spent a good couple of hours speaking to the head of Starfleet Medical, plus a representative from Command about our shore leave. I know you wanted to ask for two months Captain, but unfortunately we've only been given a month, with restrictions. They said that they would be sending the list of those restrictions directly to you Captain, before we arrive".

The corner of Ruth's mouth twitched.  "That's not bad news per se Doctor... I asked for 2 knowing I wouldn't get it.  I know a fair few doctors.  I reckoned if I started with an impossible ask, they'd beat you and/or Maggie down to at least 3 weeks and you could advocate for a round month..."

Her PADD beeped and she checked it, skim reading the message from HQ.

"Talk about timing.  And yes we have restrictions.  No going off planet, able to be at court within 1 hour turn around, blah blah, prefer we're all in one place. Waring Manor is the preferred base for us so they know that we are all there.  Now if there are no more questions we have a few logistics to finish and we set off day after tomorrow at Alpha Shift.  Questions I will field in my Ready Room on Challenger.  Dismiss."

As an after thought she turned to Lek as she walked out, laying a hand on his shoulder and bending close to his ear, "Get some rest Chief, you deserve it.  Brain Freeze helped a lot, and if on the journey to Earth you want to put a certain Acting Second Officer on Toothbrush Detail, I'd play along for about 30 mins!" she said with a wink.


3 days later - En Route to Earth
[Captain's Ready Room - USS Challenger]

Travelling at Warp 7 it was estimated that it would take about a week to get to Earth.  A day into the journey and things were going well.  Nothing major and everyone communicating well.

Ruth sat in her Ready Room and ran a hand over her eyes.  She still didn't know what had brought Sukal back, she hadn't had a chance to talk to him.  Well they had a lot of time now, so why not.

 =/\=Captain to Sukal, report to my Ready Room when you have a chance please.  =/\=

Morale was low, but hopefully when they got to Earth and got some rest things would be better.  She  sent a message to Lahr.

TO: Act CPO Shran'Lahr ch'Verret
FROM: CO Ruth Sigurdsdottir
RE: Morale

Can my Master of Mischief think of anything to keep people happy until we get to Waring Manor?  Also on an official level, can you or Reyes sort out a) Transport once we get to Earth from Spacedock to GHQ and then to England.  If I recall the closest shuttleport is London or Manchester, England and then we'll have to take hovercars or trains or something up to York and then even more local transport to Kettlewell.    b) Message ahead to warn/remind about Hecate and the Tal'Bath coming with us and the IKS Nih'jev. Also that the reclaimed ex Leyton ships are now under our command.

Yes, music allowed on the Bridge, but I think it needs more than that.

~END MESSAGE~
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USS Discovery / Re: Season 13 - Mission 12: One Mind
« Last post by Dranik on 2 hours ago »
Borg Cube
Vinculum Section


Dranik was doing his best to keep up with the oncoming Borg Drones. So far they hadn't been able to adapt to their own weaponry and for that he was grateful. He appreciated the thought behind what Lieutenant Said had said about becoming the Discovery's new Master-at-arms. I'm moving on up in the world. He could hear screaming around him and he knew that his fellow crew members were running out of steam. It had been nearly thirty minutes of straight combat with the drones. Dranik himself was beginning to feel the strain of the nonstop combat but they were most likely nearing their end.

Maybe I won't see Ciavil again...but at least I'll make sure they make it back to the Discovery. He thought with a frown. He then heard the sound of the self-destruct on the cube activating.

Oh...that's REALLY not good. He thought.

He raised his voice and looked at the dead tactical drone with the tactical attachment. "Get behind me! All of you!" He roared so the away team could hear him. He slammed his foot down on the Tactical drone's arm and listened to the sound of the bones cracking. With his free hand he was able to break the tactical attachment loose and grabbed it, holding one in each hand. Dranik was focusing on head-shots now and with the fact that they couldn't adapt to the weapons he was using he was starting to wrack up quite a body count.

Focus.

Dranik was blasting away at the drones as his HUD began to search for weak points in the hull or anything that might disrupt power in this section. Anything to disrupt the shielding around this section so the Discovery might be able to get a transporter lock on the away team.

Target Located. Plasma cell connected to secondary shield matrix for this section. The HUD's message scrolled across the bottom of the screen as he continued firing on the drones.

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Katra Station / Re: S2 - M5 - Blood and Soil Part II
« Last post by Hrafn Falleg on 3 hours ago »
Lt. Cmdr. Tess t'Lhoell (11 weeks pregnant)

Tess nodded, happy. "Let's get you something to eat." Looking up she glanced to Hrafn and added loud enough for her to hear: "Maybe Lt. Falleg would like to join us?"

[Briefing Room - Deck 2 - Katra]

"Hmm?!" Hrafn said hearing her name and seeing Tess looking at her.  Figuring that the 2nd Officer needed her for some reason she smiled and nodded.  "Actually, I was just thinking in all the time I was Chief of Anthropology on the USS Britannia and in my personal study, I don't think I've come across Astrosians, so I'd like to find out more about you, as well as this Finder... Lead on, Doctor!"
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[U.S.S. Shran

James looked at the Bridge and approached the Captain’s chair.  It would be odd for him to take the chair but on this operation, he would be the Senior Officer in charge.  He wondered for a second what he was doing and the risk involved.  They were about to steal a ship and not just any ship it would be a Sovereign ship. 

Hawke looked around for a second as he noticed the first person coming in.

James stood up from the Captain’s chair for a second and responded “Nah…not really.  This is where future criminals hang out.  If we keep together, we might start a gang” .  Hawke responded.  He smiled as he was kidding but they were stealing a ship or planning too.  He hoped that they would all know the plan.

James then looked at the individual in Engineering and explained.  “Pretty Shortly…I will start the sequence.  We will go into Red Alert and go into a catastrophic matter/antimatter issue.  The Starbase will be forced to let us go and dumb the core into open Space…and then we go, with a stolen ship.  So thank you for your work” .  James acknowledged the Engineer Officer. 
 

As he began starting the sequence, he looked at Mondo approaching him and offering a drink.  Hawke looked at him for a second and responded “No, thanks.  Y’know what’s weird….I feel like I read about you not as a servant but as a tactical officer.” .  Hawke mentioned to the individual.   

He was shocked for a second and told him “In public, I am a supporter of the Alliance.  In Private I think what they did to humanity was awful.  We eradicated legal slavery and now with the alliance is legal.  Sometimes it feels that greed made us take a step backwards” .  Hawke reflected.  If this was the end of his carrier of the Alliance at least stealing a ship would make him go out with a bang.

Hawke then remembered what he was informed of what they needed to do.  Go back in time fix the timeline.

James reacted by leeting the Tholian Borg to sit next to his chair.  He wanted to share that this situation was one that affected any of them but affected all of them as a crew.  He would not be lost to what to do with the situation when he began listening.

“Computer Initiate the Operation.” Hawke stated

Within seconds the lights turn low and began with a Red Alert.


As the shipe went to Red Alert a message was heard on the entire ship

“Warning Warp Core Breach Imminent, Please Evacuate”

Hawke then nodded and said “Open Hailing Frequency to the Starbase”

=/\= Columbus, this is the Shran he had a matter/antimatter containment error in the Refit of the Ship…this ship is going to blow like a Roman Candle on the Fourth of July…we need to leave the Station ASAP.  Requesting Emergency Departure =/\=

As Hawke mentioned he pointed at Statton and said “Mr. Stratton, do you mind taking us out?  No need for specific commands, we are on a state of “Emergency”.  Hawke ordered with a smile as everyone should know that he was kidding as it was all fake. 

As he stood he mentioned “All right, did we evacuate most of the “nonessential” personnel?” Hawke asked as he wanted to see that the ship was mostly empty.

“Sir there is an Ensign Shima in Engineering” The officer informed.

“CRAP!”   Hawke responded as he stood silent for a second.   If he was there in person any engineer would know that there was no containment failure and that if checked it was a false alarm.  He needed to make sure that no one prevented it.

=/\= Hawke to ….the Ensign in Engineering….ummm…report to the Bridge, we are trying to fix the Matter/Antimatter here.  Drop Everything and head here ASAP…That’s an order =/\=   As Hawke mentioned it  he then looked and said “Don’t tell me is weird ordering someone to steal the ship”


He then explained to everyone “All right this is what he know...  Aparently we are in a temporal displacement and we are all feeling like we are in two timelines.  We are going to take the Shran into the Anomaly, which I presume would take us to Earth in in the year 2019.  We need to find out what happened and how to stop it.  There are two timelines:  The Ferengi Alliance Timeline, Earth First Contact was in 2020 with the Ferengi Alliance, the alternative timeline Earth made the first contact in 2063.  Soo…we need to make preparations”

He then turned to first Cadet Wentock, “I see you are wearing Gold, but my memories tell me you used to be in Medical…I want you to take everyone and try to make them look more …human if possible.”.  Hawke commented as he did not know what to do. 

He then turned to Rodwell “Ensign, we might need someone to know some ancient Earth history from 2020 and what to wear.  I am sure you can study this and make suggestions”

He looked at Eydis and said “The only I can think of for Tholians, is to drop them to some sort of Comic Book Convention…like Comic Con?.  Hawke shrugged as he was looking for ideas.

“Mondo, have you ever wanted to look more human?” .  Hawke asked as he wondering what to do with some people in the crew.

[Bridge - USS Shran]

Luby was about to protest when she noticed the look on Hawke's face, then came the explanation.

"So these Ferengi might not actually be meant to be here, and whether or not I actually have a fear of them or not will be a moot point." she mused aloud.

"And I was remarking to Lieutenant erm... whatever rank he is... Derek, Mr. Rodwell, I seem to remember myself in teal too so medical seems logical to me. I can do the human thing, I think most of us are, those who aren't I think it's just a matter of a bit of make up in the case of those with really sallow skin, hiding Vulcanoid ears, with hairstyles, caps and the like...as for Mr. Nari. I think the best way to do that possibly, no offence to the lovely race of Hupyrians but I think the best thing I can do is a kind of temporary filler.   This is for one mission, were it something like a Klingon wanting their cranial ridges removed, then I'd think about permanent options.  And our Tholian friend... yeah even now, or least 4 years ago on Earth when I was last there, I doubt anyone outside of Starfleet Command knew what a Tholian was let alone what one looked like.  The general public would assume they were being invaded and it wasn't a good thing.  I have one suggestion if you can be covered at all,..."

Luby crossed to a terminal and pulled up some files, mildly cursing under her breath when she didn't get the thing she wanted first time.

"Sorry, Sir... just I didn't know the proper name to start off with, turns out it's a burka, it's the clothing worn by certain types of those who followed the religion of 'Islam' back at the time you're thinking of travelling back to, it's not really the height of fashion, and those people were as I recall, not really the most popular of people due to some of them engaging in blowing up others in terrorist activities, but it does cover everything head to foot, the fact that you're slightly wider than most if we threw a blanket over you, welllll... you aren't but people would just think you were particularly fat!" she said with an apologetic look at Eydis.

"Here's a picture, they're normally black, but you can have coloured ones."


[Bridge - USS Shran]

"I'm really not sure of anything right now." Derek replied to Luby. "I do remember seeing you first in a blue tunic." he was about to suggest a med station when the Captain gave her a task before turning to Derek.

"Believe me, Sir. It's my pleasure. All these damn changes are giving me a headache." he answered.

They went about finishing the preparations for Hawke's plan and when the time was right, it was implemented. Once again, orders were called out. Derek looked up when he was being addressed.

"Aye, Sir." came the response as Derek set to work with his assignment.



"Thanks for the confirmation Mr. Rodwell.  Maybe I could help with the historical part too. I read a lot!" the medical cadet said with a shrug.  "Maybe Mr. Shima could help too, I'm not familiar with Eastern fashions of the time only European and American."
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USS Discovery / Re: Season 13 - Mission 12: One Mind
« Last post by Ian Galloway on 3 hours ago »
[Lieutenant JG Nira Said | Vinculum Section | Borg Cube | Devari Nebula]

“You and me both, Evandev!” said Nira, and when Commander Galloway brought that up, Nira could see someone has agreed. The next versions of phaser rifles ought to come with bayonets.

Nira saw that the Commander’s phaser rifle was cracked in half, and then brought a tactical drone down and cracked his neck.

“Dranik, another tactical drone!” she said, given Dranik has the only weapon now that’s effective against the Borg upon adaptation. “If you have a moment, there’s another tactical drone whose weaponry needs to be dismembered from the rest of his body!”

Then Nira looked up and did a double take. Commander Galloway had withdrawn a knife from his armor and improvised a spear to skewer the drones.

“Wait…we have knives?!” she said. She felt through her armor and, sure enough, there it was. Nira withdrew it. Standard issue Federation knives. She wondered what they were made of; she definitely had a mind to replicate those old curved and sharp daggers from old Arabia and to hide in her boots in the event of melee combat.

In any case, melee combat was inevitable.

Nira proceed to engage martial arts, her knife in hand. It was surprisingly easy to take a drone down; it was said, after all, the bigger they are, the harder they fall. Every time she brought one down, she plunged her knife into whatever exposed flesh each of the savage drone there was. She was beginning to feel it: she was turning into a savage herself. Her fear of savage races have driven her to savagery herself. Every drone she brought down, every plunge of her knife, her fear fueled her strength, and she was eventually covered in blood of various kinds until she looked like she was splashed by a torrent of paint, or if she bore the brunt of someone vomiting rainbows.

She did have the sense to not get far, to defend the away team. As well as the increasing onslaught of savage drones. Nira began wishing she was one of those rare percentages of Betazoids born with telekinesis, then she would wipe out the drones in droves…but sense reminded her that she wasn’t, reminded her of where she was raised. She had intimidated enough people with telepathy back in her Earth home town. No, Nira will have to make do.

In any case, she had to keep on going until T’Lara and Quinn were finished with the vinculum…or if assimilation was inevitable…

To Nira’s horror, a drone had lumbered close to her and had withdrawn its injection tubules, but Nira plunged her knife in the wrist where they protruded. She stood her ground, keeping the gored wrist away from her face, the tubules inches within her neck like a three-fanged vampire wanting to sink its teeth…

“Anybody! HELP!” Nira screamed in horror.

[Borg Cube]

“I believe that would be most wise sir!” He shouted out to the Commander over the fighting as he took down another drone with the butt of his rifle. He saw that Ian had grabbed some of the ODN lines to use as a weapon, but he also saw some pieces of metal which could work rather handily as a shield. He rushed over, and grabbed a panel which had a little handle in the middle which would’ve been used ordinarily to gain access to everything beyond. Now, it acted as the handle for a shield, and he rushed back to join the line. Eager to test his new shield, a drone Borg walked towards him. The drone made to attack him with his arm, but he used the shield to adequately deflect the Borg before using the phaser rifle to bash it in. By now however, the rifle was far too cumbersome, so he put it over his back and withdrew his knife. At that point, he saw Nira in trouble, so he rushed over quickly, and stabbed the Borg drone numerous times in a quite vicious manner, through the neck and with full force. He then grabbed it by the neck and threw the drone back. Looking towards her, he asked
“Are you alright?”

[Borg Cube]

Ian thrust his quarterstaff into the face of an infected drone to drive it back and give him time to pivot toward the sound of the scream, but before he could move to assist Nira, Evandav was able to save her from the drone looming over her.

Although every fiber of his being wanted to scream at Quinn and T'Lara to report, but he knew interrupting them was counterproductive. Thing was, he was reaching the end of his endurance after nearly 30 straight minutes of intense hand-to-hand combat. He wiped what he thought was sweat off his brow, but it was blood. Who's, he didn't know as he returned to assisting the sub-net drones hold the thin line against the Infected.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[Borg Cube - Vinculum console]

Lieutenant Quinn had never worked faster in his life. The virus infecting the Cube was a viciously clever thing and he knew without the source code One of Two Hundred gave him, the virus was smarter than he was. However, even with the head start from the uninfected drone, he was only just making changes faster than the virus could overwrite.

The noise of the fight around him was mind numbing in its savagery and he was in the middle of hand-to-hand fight with Borg. He thought he understood what terror was, but where he was right now would forever be the most terrifying event of his life.

Quinn heard the Vinculum beep and he blinked in shock. He'd done it! The virus was destroying itself! However, before he could report his success, the Vinculum emitted an ear splitting screech that brought all of the drones, both sub-net and Infected to a sudden halt as a dispassionate genderless voice intoned.

"Self Destruct sequence initiated. Ten minutes to destruction of this vessel."

Quinn looked on in horror and murmured.

"Oh God Phil, what have you done?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[Bridge - USS Discovery - Devari Nebula]

Taking full advantage of the Cube's blind spot, Addams kept the Discovery able to shoot at the Borg ship and keep them from shooting back. Felder worked in time to the maneuvers and kept a steady and withering stream of fire hammering the Cube.
When the captain modified his orders, Felder acknowledged.

"Aye Sir, phasers only. Wait Sir, something is happening, the Cube has stopped moving and I'm reading massive power fluctuations!"

Torra was only semi-aware of things around her as she fought with the virus attempting to seize control of Discovery's main computer. The only thing she was certain about was that the virus was extremely intelligent, bordering on sentient.

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[Lieutenant JG Nira Said | Vinculum Section | Borg Cube | Devari Nebula]

“You and me both, Evandev!” said Nira, and when Commander Galloway brought that up, Nira could see someone has agreed. The next versions of phaser rifles ought to come with bayonets.

Nira saw that the Commander’s phaser rifle was cracked in half, and then brought a tactical drone down and cracked his neck.

“Dranik, another tactical drone!” she said, given Dranik has the only weapon now that’s effective against the Borg upon adaptation. “If you have a moment, there’s another tactical drone whose weaponry needs to be dismembered from the rest of his body!”

Then Nira looked up and did a double take. Commander Galloway had withdrawn a knife from his armor and improvised a spear to skewer the drones.

“Wait…we have knives?!” she said. She felt through her armor and, sure enough, there it was. Nira withdrew it. Standard issue Federation knives. She wondered what they were made of; she definitely had a mind to replicate those old curved and sharp daggers from old Arabia and to hide in her boots in the event of melee combat.

In any case, melee combat was inevitable.

Nira proceed to engage martial arts, her knife in hand. It was surprisingly easy to take a drone down; it was said, after all, the bigger they are, the harder they fall. Every time she brought one down, she plunged her knife into whatever exposed flesh each of the savage drone there was. She was beginning to feel it: she was turning into a savage herself. Her fear of savage races have driven her to savagery herself. Every drone she brought down, every plunge of her knife, her fear fueled her strength, and she was eventually covered in blood of various kinds until she looked like she was splashed by a torrent of paint, or if she bore the brunt of someone vomiting rainbows.

She did have the sense to not get far, to defend the away team. As well as the increasing onslaught of savage drones. Nira began wishing she was one of those rare percentages of Betazoids born with telekinesis, then she would wipe out the drones in droves…but sense reminded her that she wasn’t, reminded her of where she was raised. She had intimidated enough people with telepathy back in her Earth home town. No, Nira will have to make do.

In any case, she had to keep on going until T’Lara and Quinn were finished with the vinculum…or if assimilation was inevitable…

To Nira’s horror, a drone had lumbered close to her and had withdrawn its injection tubules, but Nira plunged her knife in the wrist where they protruded. She stood her ground, keeping the gored wrist away from her face, the tubules inches within her neck like a three-fanged vampire wanting to sink its teeth…

“Anybody! HELP!” Nira screamed in horror.
[Borg Cube]

“I believe that would be most wise sir!” He shouted out to the Commander over the fighting as he took down another drone with the butt of his rifle. He saw that Ian had grabbed some of the ODN lines to use as a weapon, but he also saw some pieces of metal which could work rather handily as a shield. He rushed over, and grabbed a panel which had a little handle in the middle which would’ve been used ordinarily to gain access to everything beyond. Now, it acted as the handle for a shield, and he rushed back to join the line. Eager to test his new shield, a drone Borg walked towards him. The drone made to attack him with his arm, but he used the shield to adequately deflect the Borg before using the phaser rifle to bash it in. By now however, the rifle was far too cumbersome, so he put it over his back and withdrew his knife. At that point, he saw Nira in trouble, so he rushed over quickly, and stabbed the Borg drone numerous times in a quite vicious manner, through the neck and with full force. He then grabbed it by the neck and threw the drone back. Looking towards her, he asked
“Are you alright?”
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Holodeck / Re: A Chat Over Lunch
« Last post by Tess tLhoell on 5 hours ago »
Lt. Cmdr. Tess t'Lhoell
[Katra Station - Deck 14 - 'Alpha & Omega']

Jada's shocked reaction matched her own at the time she had learned about this. She had felt anger, disappointment and a sense of loss although she just had gotten an additional brother.

The fork was still in her hand, but she stopped eating. "I thought about it a lot, why my parents never told us. I mean, I might have been too young to understand. My mother died when I was 6 and my father died only a couple of years later. But I believe my Dad never intended to tell us. At least he never told my older brother Rahul who had been old enough to understand."

"From what both my Son'a brother and my adoptive father Fabiano told me, my real dad never got over it", Tess said quietly. "That his son turned against all of them and left to live a savage life. Maybe it broke his heart so much that he never spoke of him again. By time they tried to reconcile, the accident happened."

Tess paused, sighing silently to herself as she recalled all the sad things that happened. "But yeah, I would have preferred to know - from either Tamonar himself or from Fabiano." She shrugged her shoulder, resigned. "I guess we have to take some things just as what they are." She then turned her attention back to Jada fully and smiled. "I do like what you said about the bottom line."
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Holodeck / Re: Into the Dark Abyss (Rayek/Tess)
« Last post by Rayek trLhoell on 5 hours ago »
Cmdr. Rayek tr'Lhoell (end of August 2397)
[Katra Station - Dr. Senva's quarters]

Much to Rayek's dismay Senva confirmed that they would need to meditate prior.   It wasn't that Rayek couldn't meditate,  he just found the process a tedious waste of his time.  When needed, the Romulan felt he could center himself and his thoughts with just a deep breath or two.  He didn't need hours on end clearing his mind, like Vulcans tended to do. 

Rayek had learned the process of Vulcan meditation when Alieth - an officer on the USS Challenger - had first begun teaching him the Vulcan methodology of mind-melding.  Reman had taught him to use his gift as a weapon and a tool.  Vulcan mind-melding was much deeper more spiritual.  A shared experience of emotion and memory rather than a hidden invasion into another surface thoughts or an unseen attack on their mind.

What would Dr. Senva think of the many telepathic crimes he'd committed in his past?  Would it make a difference to the Vulcan that he'd sworn to himself and to Tess to be better than that moving forward?  Why did it matter to him at all what the Vulcan thought?!  Other than perhaps he was concerned that the Vulcan doctor might judge him deserving of the painful death Pa'nar would bring.

Despite being urged to take a comfortable position Rayek remained seated on his heels.   He did however close his eyes shortly after being directed to do so, but not before glancing to Tess.  She was just as beautiful in profile as she was face-on.  Her presence beside him was all the motivation he needed to go through all this.  He'd face areinnye to be with her.

As Dr. Senva, started them through the meditation process, Rayek put aside his worried thoughts and followed the directions of the Vulcan's quiet voice.

He first pictured himself on a pinnacle of rock above a raging sea, before the Vulcan clarified that the waters were to be calm.  It took a moment for Rayek's vision to match that of the Vulcan's words.  The waters weren't completely still, but rolled gently in a soothing sway.   When the addition of the breeze was suggested, Rayek imagined it feeling like Tess' hands playing at the nape of his neck, fingers lightly tickling there.  He smiled.

Then the Vulcan bade his envision the ocean within himself.  A more difficult concept to grasp but having done similar meditations with Alieth, Rayek was able to make the transition from outward calmness to inner.  Rather than dive down, he allowed himself to sink slowly under the surface and welcomed the calmness into himself.  Touching bottom Rayek, imagined himself in the same seated on heels position and let his awareness of everything in the real world diminish - but it didn't fade out completely, like he supposed it should have. 

This aspect was always the hardest for the former Tal'Shiar officer - letting his guard down, trusting that he was in a safe place to do so.  It was even harder now recognizing that he felt responsible for Tess' safety just as much if not more so than his own. 

He hadn't quite managed the final level of the meditation.. but it was the most relaxed that Rayek would allow himself to be with anyone save just Tess.
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USS Discovery / Re: Season 13 - Mission 12: One Mind
« Last post by Nira Said on 5 hours ago »
[Borg Cube]

Evandav’s rifle, like the others’, eventually became useless as the Borg adapted well enough to his fire. He had been able to accurately direct his fire away from the good Borg. If there ever was such a thing considering the fact that the Borg he was trying not to blast were the same Borg he would have been trying to paste a couple of hours earlier. Still, they proved excellent allies as they helped drive back the enemy from the Vindicum, and the 2 specialists could now finish their work. Noting Nira’s liking for the new Securityman’s weapons, he asked
“I don’t suppose anyone here has any long, thin, sharp thing I can stick into the end of my rifle?”
[Borg Cube]

"I'll send a bloody memo ta BuWeaps next chance I can!"

Ian shouted back to Evandav as it was a damn good idea and one he'd thought repeatedly in this fight. As he raised his rifle to block an overhead blow from an infected drone he heard a loud crack as his battered weapon broke in half. He immediately thought of an expression one of his academy classmates from Russia used to say. "And then things got worse." He might have laughed, but he was afraid if he started, he might never stop.

Instead, as the drone thrust his tactical arm at him, Ian grabbed it with both hands and pulled the arm toward him with every gram of strength he had and that was enough to drag the drone off balance enough that he fell headlong at Ian's feet.

"Never kick a man while he's down my arse!"

Ian grunted as he stomped in the drone's head until he heard its neck crack and it lay still. The sub-net drones to either side of him filled in the gap caused by Ian being driven back and this gave him time to look for another weapon. He had his phaser, which he could use...had used...will use... as a grenade, but he was saving that in case he was about to be assimilated. That's when he saw that that this section of the ship had been subjected to the destruction caused by the infected and there were several open panels with exposed conduits.

Ian ran over and grabbed a broken conduit that was a perfect two meters long, cutting the ODN lines with the combat knife that was part of the armor he wore. He sheathed the knife and took his place on the line holding back the infected with his new, makeshift quarterstaff and began to lay into the drones trying to break through with a vengeance.

"Fast as fast can be, you'll nae catch me!" He roared over and over again as he fought for his life in the most pitched battle he'd ever witnessed.
[Lieutenant JG Nira Said | Vinculum Section | Borg Cube | Devari Nebula]

“You and me both, Evandev!” said Nira, and when Commander Galloway brought that up, Nira could see someone has agreed. The next versions of phaser rifles ought to come with bayonets.

Nira saw that the Commander’s phaser rifle was cracked in half, and then brought a tactical drone down and cracked his neck.

“Dranik, another tactical drone!” she said, given Dranik has the only weapon now that’s effective against the Borg upon adaptation. “If you have a moment, there’s another tactical drone whose weaponry needs to be dismembered from the rest of his body!”

Then Nira looked up and did a double take. Commander Galloway had withdrawn a knife from his armor and improvised a spear to skewer the drones.

“Wait…we have knives?!” she said. She felt through her armor and, sure enough, there it was. Nira withdrew it. Standard issue Federation knives. She wondered what they were made of; she definitely had a mind to replicate those old curved and sharp daggers from old Arabia and to hide in her boots in the event of melee combat.

In any case, melee combat was inevitable.

Nira proceed to engage martial arts, her knife in hand. It was surprisingly easy to take a drone down; it was said, after all, the bigger they are, the harder they fall. Every time she brought one down, she plunged her knife into whatever exposed flesh each of the savage drone there was. She was beginning to feel it: she was turning into a savage herself. Her fear of savage races have driven her to savagery herself. Every drone she brought down, every plunge of her knife, her fear fueled her strength, and she was eventually covered in blood of various kinds until she looked like she was splashed by a torrent of paint, or if she bore the brunt of someone vomiting rainbows.

She did have the sense to not get far, to defend the away team. As well as the increasing onslaught of savage drones. Nira began wishing she was one of those rare percentages of Betazoids born with telekinesis, then she would wipe out the drones in droves…but sense reminded her that she wasn’t, reminded her of where she was raised. She had intimidated enough people with telepathy back in her Earth home town. No, Nira will have to make do.

In any case, she had to keep on going until T’Lara and Quinn were finished with the vinculum…or if assimilation was inevitable…

To Nira’s horror, a drone had lumbered close to her and had withdrawn its injection tubules, but Nira plunged her knife in the wrist where they protruded. She stood her ground, keeping the gored wrist away from her face, the tubules inches within her neck like a three-fanged vampire wanting to sink its teeth…

“Anybody! HELP!” Nira screamed in horror.
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