S01E05 "The Vault"

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S01E05 "The Vault"

Postby The Writer » Fri Jan 28, 2011 11:32 am

Season 1
A year later after the Hobus Star is quelled from going nova by Ambassador Spock. In the year 2388, the Romulan Star Empire is no more. Efforts are being laid to give aid to the survivors of the devastation by the Federation despite the tension growing between themselves and the Klingon Empire who is held bent on laying stake to the now uncharted region of space: Section 84, “The Fringe.” Within the watchful eye of Ambassador Jean-Luc Picard, the U.S.S. Eternity, a Sovereign Class Vessel, commanded by James Maxwell becomes one of three vessels charged with exploration and policing of the Fringe along with the Enterprise-E and the Lunar Class Vessel, Titan; returning friends unite against the last remnants of Romulus, the, “Followers of Nero,” as the countdown ends.

Episode 5 "The Vault"
The Vault, the instrument of which holds the key to the strength and technological advancement of The Followers of Nero. Now, with the Ildius System secured, the Eternity-A and the rest of Task Force 83 move to their largest engagement, to strike at the heart of their enemy.

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Re: S01E05 "The Vault"

Postby The Writer » Mon Jan 31, 2011 12:24 pm

Prologue
"The Romulan's Secret,"
Written By Gabriel "The Writer" Logan

Captain Nero sat in the central chair of the Command Deck of the mining ship Narada, his pike mounted before him like a staff he sat in glare through the empty field of stars that beheld before him on the viewscreen.

"Keep transmitting the encrypted Senate code on loop, just like they said," he stated to his com officer. The bitter taste of murder on his lips as his mind drifted towards the memory of his crew slaughtering their own people, the Praetor and his regarded men of the Romulan Council. He held no remorse, they had failed him, failed them all, death was only their reward for their procrastination to the Hobius Star that had destroyed his wife, his child, and his home.

"Captain," called the female communications officer, her voice an anchor that brought Nero back to the now, "we are being hailed!"

"Onscreen."

The star field disappeared, shimmered to the image of a lone Romulan, dressed in traditional Romulan Guard armor. His face was stern, features on all angles as he spoke to Nero. "You are trespassing in restricted space. Identify yourselves immediately."

"We are just like you," Nero displayed, his face conforming to pity as his tongue ran silver. "We are survivors. My name is Nero and this is the mining ship Narada." The Captain sat forward, his pike moving to the side as he continued.

'We rescued the Imperial Praetor from the destruction of the homeward only to watch as his injuries claimed his life. With his last valiant breath he gave us his Senate codes and told us to come here to find refuge."

The lied played surprisingly well, even with the mediating silence that played between Nero and the Romulan Guard onscreen.

"Very well," the Romulan charged turning towards another and nodding before turning his attention back onto the Narada and her crew. "The code is valid uncloaking now."

The screen splashed back to the field and, with the word given, the stars before Nero shimmered, a classic whine of a decloaking vessel, though, in this regard it wasn't a vessel, it was a massive Romulan installation of which Nero had never seen. It was immediately instilled in him why the base was kept in secret.

An advanced military facility whose existence is known only to the Romulan High Command. In service to an event of a threat to the homeward was tasked to providing a safe haven for the ruling council.

The Narada moved in, passing into dock. With a stabilized lock, Nero took to boarding the facility, immediately being intercepted by a woman and two Romulan Guards.

"Welcome to The Vault, Captain Nero," the woman stated, her form flanked by the two guardsmen. "I am Commander D'Spal." She stood with hands on her hips, the tight cut tunic and dark undertones accentuating not only her fit body and curvaceous buxom, but also the cut and cool of her dark raven hair and eyes. She remained in stance in continuing.

'We've been waiting for word form the ruling council since the homeworld was lost, but you are the first to report any contact with them. We are the rendezvous point for what remains of the fleet, so until our forces can regroup and recover, this station is the last hope of the Romulan Empire."

The Commander's stance and tone suggested that these notions of being a haven, of being so secretive was something she was proud to be a part of; and Nero jumped on that notion, appealing to her with practiced charisma.

"I need your help Commander," Nero began. Still under guard, the two walked deeper into The Vault, the light and power immediating green fields of hued light that pulsed to an unseen rhythm. "Ours is but a simple mining vessel, given the crisis we face we need what it will take to survive…,"

The continued deeper, the environment somehow shifting, the air around pulling to a better movement of the two entering a much larger chamber.

"Speak plainly Captain," Commander D'Spal interrupted, her forceful tongue somewhat taken Nero aback, "you want weapon's well…,"

To the regarded notion of air change, the room exploded into a massive open area full of remnant pieces of technology as far as Nero could see. Several hundred technicians could faintly be seen, like ants, working on these bits of technology. The Captain of the Narada recognized some as Romulan, others as Federation, and still others that could not be explained, he didn't have to ask questions as Commander D'Spal continued.

"…, behold the most advanced weapons system in the galaxy. We retrofitted Borg technology and applied it to Romulan designs, "she continued, not seeing as Nero continued looking from behind slack jawed at the discover. "It will give our surviving fleet superior warp, cloaking, and sensor capabilities beyond the wildest dreams of the Federation." The Commander stopped momentarily to smile.

'And it learns, self-repairing nanotechnology not only fixes any problem it anticipates potential threats and modifies systems accordingly, literally growing the ship to adapt." She turned noticing Nero and his surprised look before pulling her sight back onto the wonders of the Romulan's best kept secret.

'Your, 'simple,' mining vessel would make a fine prototype for it…,"
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Re: S01E05 "The Vault"

Postby The Writer » Mon Feb 07, 2011 10:14 am

Commander James Maxwell
Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Eternity-A

ON:
"The Vault," Commander James Maxwell stated, his voice carrying throughout the Eternity's Tactical Command Center. Before him was a construct of the database that was collected from their capture of the Follower base on Ildius 3 pertaining to information surrounding The Vault. Through this, the software extrapolated a best guess of the structure, displaying it on the pool table.

Added notions abound throughout the room as a collection of the highest ranked officers of Task Force 83 gathered in the TCC with Commander Maxwell and his Senior Staff. The rest of the fleet watched from display transmissions, each Captain, each Commander, getting a full detail on the operation that was soon to transpire.

"…, it is the source of the Followers' technological strength and it is our next target. This will be a large scale engagement ladies and gentlemen, and will encompass all of Task Force 83."

A hush fell across the audience as Commander Maxwell set up another view point on the pool table, dashing away the schematic of The Vault, and pushing to a star chart close into what used to be Romulan territory.

"Data suggests that the Vault will be here. Its a cloaked installation, and, obviously as we have surmised with the rest of our dealings with the Followers, the cloaking technology that is at the forefront of their defense is far more advanced than can be predicted."

Again a pan, this time locking onto a Romulan shuttle-pod situated just outside of the range of The Vault; the identification marker "Trojan Horse," pulling across in brilliant contrast colored letters.

"With our capture of the Follower Base," Jim continued, "we have the ingredients to get a small assault force into The Vault. Major Harmon and his selected team will be the catylist for the rest of the Task Force."

The pool table moved into position, rounding around the Trojan Horse, passing into her and stopping.

"Major Harmon and his team will take this excavated Romulan Shuttle we captured from Ildius 3 and get into position. Once there, they will transmit the access codes to the Vault on a continuous loop. If the bait is taken, Reaper Team moves in to take the beast from the inside. Their main objectives are to knock out the facilities shields and defensive measures."

The view pulled and was once again back on the Vault, a schematic playing across as the Commander continued to talk. Icons of Reaper Team, moving throughout the facility towards the objective the Shield Generator and Weapon Defense Systems.

"We have very little intelligence detailing the layout of The Vault, what you see here is a composite, a 'best guess,' keep that in mind Reaper Team as you push forward in your endeavors. You will only be given a fifteen minute window to complete your mission, from their the rest of the fleet will launch their attack regardless if your mission is a success or failure. Ether way Major, you continue with your goal of crippling the station's defenses."

<<Tag Harmon>>

Commander Maxwell took a step back as Fleet Commander Julia Passings took a forward view of the pool table, the images launching to a tactical overlay of the space around.

"Task Force 83 will be split into two fleets," Passings stated, sending the view of the overlay to zoom into a collection of Federation ships that were taking a front forward assault on The Vault. "Fleet One, code named Spear, will launch a full scale frontal assault. The Renault will be Fleet Leader. This fleet will largely comprise of the heavy cruisers of both Starfleet and Klingon. Spear will take the focus while Fleet Two," again the pool table's view shifted, moving across over to the northern quadrant of The Vault's offensive line, "designated Saber, lead by Commander Maxwell and the Eternity-A will take flank in the engagement, cutting into the enemies blindside. Hopefully, with the Eternity-A and Medium cruisers speed and maneuverability, we will have the advantage of fielded numbers and tactical placement."

With her final breath, the pool table image fell into blackness before displaying its default. The Fleet Commander continued, stepping around the display and in front, eyeing everyone that held attention on her.

"All ships under Spear will launch in ten hours. Saber will launch in twenty, their arrival will be delayed one hour from the initial assault by Spear. All ships are to head to the coordinates at warp factor 3. Major Harmon and his Team will set out in 3 hours time at Maximum warp, giving their window fifteen minutes before Spear pulls into the Vault's sensor range."

The Pool Table died and the passing light of blues and yellows faded with it. In the lapse of this light, topside illumination hinted lively, casting the TCC in a bright view. The Fleet Commander continued.

"I suggest each ship take their timetable to heart, and use your window of prep time wisely. This concludes the meeting. If there are further questions, contact your respected Fleet Commanders, ether Commander Maxwell or myself for any further details."

"Dismissed."

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Re: S01E05 "The Vault"

Postby sail3695 » Mon Feb 07, 2011 10:41 pm

Lieutenant Commander Colin Byrne
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OFF: Assuming that at least a day has passed while the fleet assembled and the ship prepared to host several highly placed officers.

ON:
"Dismissed." As Passings brought the briefing to a close, LtCdr Byrne spoke softly into his commbadge. "Yahan, Corezmo, they're coming out. Move your teams." The ship had been under a security lockdown for three hours' time since before the first of the command structure had arrived. Pairs of armed crewpeople had guarded doors to every turbolift stop, every critical systems or command center within the ship. Major Harmon's marines patrolled each deck in 4 person fire teams. Engineering ratings had swept the ship, scanning for any unauthorized tech. Their sweeps had come back clean, which caused Colin to wonder just how carefully they'd searched around the quarters and workspaces of Maxwell and Sorveck. For the duration, Eternity's crew had either been glued to their posts, or confined to quarters.

<Tag Yahan, Corezmo>

The command group left the TCC, some engaged in conversation, while others carried a reflective silence as they exited. Cdr. Passings moved toward the door, Cdr. Maxwell at her side. For a moment, she fixed Byrne in her sights. With a neutral set to her face, she nodded. He nodded in return. They were gone. For a moment, the first officer listened to the comm chatter as Ensigns Yahan and Corezmo lead their charges in two groups, one to the nearest transporter room, with the other headed toward the shuttle bay.

After a moment, the command staff had all exited the TCC, leaving Eternity's senior officers assembled. "A few things," Byrne said, drawing their attention. "As we're now leading a group of 14 ships, it shall benefit us to break all communications to a dedicated station. Yeoman Bree, you've handled the duty before. You're elected. Ops," Byrne said, turning toward Lt. Orlan, "I rather think this next action shall be fought in this room. Choose an alternate, and keep that person on standby. With Engineering short handed, I might pulll you for the master station. Helm, please do likewise. Also, bear in mind that we're leading a band of much lighter, more maneuverable ships than ours. You'll need to handle her like a fighter in order to keep up."

<Tag Orlan, Jamieson>

"Engineering," he said, catching sight of Lt's Etal and Marquez. "I've reviewed your job logs. Do let me know if you should require additional personnel or support to be ready for action in 20 hours."

<Tag Etal>

And Medical," the LtCdr concluded, redirecting his gaze. "We've only a few hours before Mayflower departs. Please have your serious and critical patients transferred across in 2 hours. That shall also include Chief Crawford." He paused, his gaze moving across the assembled faces. "Anyone who wishes a moment of farewell with the chief should clear a few minutes' time with Dr. Cavenaugh."

<Tag Cavenaugh>

"Finally, Science," Byrne said, his attention drawn to both Sorveck and Moore. "Splendid job interpreting the data from the Followers' base. However, I find myself with more questions than answers. We've historically suffered against the Followers in two key areas, namely, scanner and sensor effectiveness, as well as our shield integrity. Further analysis may offer us a clue as to what we're about to face. Please comb the data with those criteria in mind."

<Tag Sorveck, Moore>

"So, there you have it, people. We embark in 20 hours. As nearly all of you are first watch team, you'll be expected on the bridge 1 hour prior to our departure. Unless there are questions, you're dismissed."

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Colin remained in his place as the senior staff began to move from the TCC, his face an impassive mask. There was much to be accomplished before Eternity was ready to lead group Sabre. Twenty hours' time was not much at all; he'd be personally reviewing status of each department before sending the ship into battle once more. Hopefully, he'd make time to get into his office and make the call, if only for a few minutes' time
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Re: S01E05 "The Vault"

Postby FSF Bourne » Tue Feb 08, 2011 9:35 am

Lieutenant (JG) Sarah Jamieson
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Sarah listened, first to Maxwell and then to Commander Passings as they laid the plan out, the computer overlay glistened in the darkness and illuminated the tilting faces as there eyes followed smaller lights move through the facility. Sarah, one of the lower ranks in the room, stood to her position near the back and took in all that she could. The pad she held in had tried to hold in her right hand was leaned on the bulk head as she entered information about the upcoming attack. She had twenty hours to prepare a battleship to maneuver like a fighter jet. The young pilot didn't much care about the marine insertion or what internal destruction they may be able to cause, laying a path for the fleet that would be steaming forward. She cared about the space in which the station was found, her small pad quickly brought up information about the region and listed gravitational vectors and planet range. Nothing worthy of note to anyone else but to her, a qualified fighter pilot, it meant the most minute differences in the control settings that would help the automatic navigational computer calculated escape trajectories. Sarah didn't much about the attack, Maxwell had done a fair enough job of conveying the dire situation they may face, she cared about getting the fleet in and, most of all, getting everyone home safe and quick.

Sarah's breath was labored as she stood looking down at her pad, the mandatory forty-eight hour rest had quickly been swiped aside and replaced with an on-duty rotation. She didn't mind, she welcomed the change of sitting in a quiet room and waiting for someone to visit. Sixteen hours in sickbay had been enough to driver her - and the nursing staff - to the edge of insanity. Sarah's newly replicated uniform was looser than the previous, the material was snug to her body apart from the midsection where, as the doctor had left it, the ribs were padded with what felt like a month worth of medical supplies. Sarah had been pumped full of a cocktail of medical jargon and sent on her way, the recovery time for surgery was mere hours and she would be fighting fit ready for the next mission by the time they reached their next target - The Vault.

Her mind was fragile and still insecure but, as she had always done, Sarah compartmentalized everything away inside herself. She had a duty that couldn't be achieved by anyone else and that had come first. Marisol had been on hand to help with the move to her quarters and, although the engineer assured her she shouldn't be worried, she had avoided Commander Byrne thus far. Stepping in to the meeting, seeing him stood up front with the Commanders of the fleet had sent a chilling wave down her spine that swirled gently in her stomach.

"I rather think this next action shall be fought in this room. Choose an alternate, and keep that person on standby. With Engineering short handed, I might pulll you for the master station. Helm, please do likewise. Also, bear in mind that we're leading a band of much lighter, more maneuverable ships than ours. You'll need to handle her like a fighter in order to keep up."

The commanders crisp voice broke the concentration on the words scrolling over her screen, she looked up and squinted her eyes back in to focus before furrowing her brow as she made sense of the words that carried across the, now busy, tactical command center.

"An alternative," Sarah almost sighed as the words escaped her lips, thinking aloud about the order for a second. The second shift helmsman would have to suffice. "We have heavy armaments and shielding," Sarah finally straightened her thoughts in to line. "But we don't have maneuverability. We will need to push the engines to maximum and I'll take the stick." She wasn't sure she came across right and, again without making eye contact, continued. "The navigational computer won't function well under a high such a high performance expectations. I'll have to manually input everything on the fly. The smaller ships will still be faster but we will give them a run for their money, sir." Sarah took a breath inwards, palmed her hands in to small fists and cupped the moisture that had accumulated, she hesitated before looking down to her pad once again, the information was gone and Sarah waited to here the rest of the briefing, her mind avoiding the issue by thinking of her choice as an alternate. Maybe not everything could be compartmentalized.

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Re: S01E05 "The Vault"

Postby sail3695 » Tue Feb 08, 2011 1:22 pm

Lt. Commander Colin Byrne
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"An alternative," said Lt. Jamieson, her voice bringing the entire senior staff to a halt. Whether the others had stopped from interest in her observations, or merely to pay witness to the obvious discomfort which now seemed to swirl between the helm officer and the FO, he couldn't be certain. "We have heavy armaments and shielding. But we don't have maneuverability. We will need to push the engines to maximum and I'll take the stick. The navigational computer won't function well under such high performance expectations. I'll have to manually input everything on the fly. The smaller ships will still be faster but we will give them a run for their money, sir." As she spoke, Jamieson's eyes remained firmly upon the PADD before her. Despite himself, despite his own innocence, Colin now felt a flush rise to his cheeks. "What the devil is this?" he demanded of himself. "Shame? For what?"

"Noted, lieutenant," he managed in an even tone. "You might wish to discuss this further with Lt's Etal and Marquez; they could have solutions." As he spoke, he found his own gaze shifting to the floor, the TCC work stations, toward anything that was not Sarah Jamieson. "Good god, man," he chided himself, "you're behaving as if you're completely guilty."

<Tag Jamieson>

The dark companion stepped in. "You might recall what I mentioned about conditioned responses?" it teased. "This would be yours. Guilt by mutual embarrassment, old boy. And this," his personal tormentor continued, "is only the beginning." He'd seen it already. The secretive glances. The chatter in the officers' mess falling silent the moment he stepped in. The looks in the eyes of the female crew, especially those who suddenly found themselves backing away from a turbolift with stammered excuses, rather than risk sharing the ride in his company. Innocence had no meaning here. He now wore his own scarlet letter, which happened to be "R." Again, the dark companion purred in his ear. "This would be the opportune moment to remember my comments concerning your future as a pariah."

"There's a job to do," Byrne criticized himself. "God help the man or woman who forgets that in the next few days." Steeling his resolve, the FO raised his eyes, sweeping the group, the gaze remaining stoic, even as Lt's Jamieson and Cavenaugh fell into his view.

"Are there any more questions?"

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Re: S01E05 "The Vault"

Postby The Writer » Wed Feb 09, 2011 10:07 am

Commander James Maxwell
Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Eternity-A


ON:
With the meeting adjured, Commander James Maxwell took to following beside Fleet Commander Julia Passings. "Walk with me," she had stated moving that the two top brass officers of the Task Force share a moment or two before departing.

Jim followed suit, arms in gentle sway as the two made their way out of the Eternity's TCC. The Commander nodding to other passing Captains before turning the corner to exit.

"I trust the situation with Mr. Byrne has been handled," Julia commenced as she looked at the officer in question, a blank stare passing between them before a nod was shared.

"To a point that it won't affect the mission Commander Passings," Maxwell stated as the two entered the corridors outside, armed guards passing of which the Commanding Officer of the Eternity gave acknowledgement towards.

"I understand that Mr. Byrne's mother is ill," Julia stated as both waited outside the Turbo Lift, waiting for their next turn. The two Security Officers on hand noting them with silent gazes. "…, that she might be dying."

A shot of concern ripped across Commander Maxwell's face as he countered Passings with: "I've very little detail on Byrne's mother. But given the roles reversed, I would probably be on the Mayflower bound for Earth, again, if I were in my First Officer's shoes…,"

Julia nodded. "Which begs the question Commander, why isn't Lieutenant Commander Byrne on the Mayflower?"

"He's confined to the ship and his duties until Starfleet Commander receives Ensign Yahan's report on the sexual assault charges filed against him."

"…, and Command hasn't yet done this," her question was poised, abstract, rhetorical?

"The wheels of politics, Fleet Commander," Jim answered back, hands behind his back, still in wait, "they are not easily greased."

To the counter, Julia Passings nodded. "And you don't think Mr. Byrne's command abilities will be hindered on his worry for his mother."

"No," Jim stated flatly. At this point, it didn't matter how Colin commanded, as long as he remained on the chess board, another pawn in the greater game that was soon coming to a close.

The Turbo Lift doors opened and both Commanders entered, the passing notion flying between them and the guards as they entered, the closed doors separating.

It was immediate that the cover was dropped as Commander Passings engulfed Maxwell in her arms, kissing him passionately, the two sharing an intense moment away from prying eyes and the scope of the lie they held among them. Jim was compelled to push Julia off, but within the moment, as his guard found faultier, he relished the moment, his hands a wrap in the tangles of her dark raven hair.

As the high hair bun took to loosening, a single lock falling down to cover over her right eye, Julia pushed herself away from Jim, taking to straighten herself out, apologetic eyes shooting back as she mouthed the words: "Sorry."

"Its ok," Jim breathed, rapture still enveloping in his throat, the words pushed forth like a gasp. "Its ok," he breathed again nearing her. "My Intelligence Officer cut the feeds on this lift, you don't have to be sorry."

"I just thought I lost you again," Julia stated, straightening up. It would have been any other woman to cry at the words of losing someone close, but Julia continued, knew her job, her role, and played it even despite her feelings towards a unexpected situation. "…, when I heard your APC crashed, it took all the effort in the world to not come running. Damn it Jim, I almost lost you again. I don't think I could…,"

"We knew it was going to get rough, but its almost over. We are this close Julia, this close to getting what we want, what they want….,"

"But how do you know that it will be over…,"

"Because it will be," Jim stated a flame in his eyes as he reached out and placed both hands on Julia's shoulders, the strong grip of his hands strengthening her resolve to another avenue that wasn't so…, hopeless.

Silence passed as the two stood locked. "One more step and we can leave the rest to them…., they won't need guys like me, women like you. It will tell them what to do from there on. It will be their game, not ours…."

Julia nodded, understanding the gravity of Maxwell's words as she patted his right hand, allowing him to let her go. It was in those fragile seconds that the two returned to their former demeanors of Fleet Commander Passings and Commander James Maxwell, separate entities that had no former relation or history. They played their parts like practiced actors as both left the lift.

"I trust there will be no further heroics from you Commander Maxwell," Passings stated as she took stand on the Transporter Pad.

"Understood," Jim called before giving a nod to the Transporter Chief, an unspoken signal.

He turned his gaze back as Julia shimmered out of view, returning to the Renault.

In the lapse of finality, on the edge of mere seconds playing, Commander Jim Maxwell made his way back to the TCC, wanting to meet up with his Senior Officers before the fireworks began.

He entered the Center just on the hinting whisper of his First Officer asking for any other questions, obviously he was taking care of situation and the officers under his command. It was enough that Jim didn't question, only participated adding to Colin's orders.

"I've scheduled a series of three battle simulations with Saber Fleet in the next twenty hours before we launch. Coordination will be crucial in this endeavor and practice gets us close to perfection."

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Re: S01E05 "The Vault"

Postby JohnEtti » Wed Feb 09, 2011 4:18 pm

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While Corezmo was listening to the briefing he was also going over the armorments of both the Eternity and the other ships in the fleet. Firepower this strong, the romulans have got to be nuts to go up against it, or have some trick. He kept that thought in the back of his head as the briefing was ended, tapping some commands and sending then to his teams to notify the shuttlebay of the departing visitors, he turned his attention to Lt. Cmdr. Byrne and the rest of their briefing.

While the commander was talking he looked at the other members of the Senior Staff in the room, even though he had been on the ship for a few days, most of it has been either spent on the bridge for his duty shifts, or in his office going over the reports from the previous CTO and reviewing the ship's complement and those of the rest of the fleet.

"An alternative," said Lt. Jamieson, "We have heavy armaments and shielding. But we don't have maneuverability. We will need to push the engines to maximum and I'll take the stick. The navigational computer won't function well under such high performance expectations. I'll have to manually input everything on the fly. The smaller ships will still be faster but we will give them a run for their money, sir."

His eyes turned to face her and she spoke. A rather interesting person, and honestly Corezmo was surprised to see her make the briefing. He heard she was in medical when he arrived on the ship from the planet under intense surgery. Helooked back to Byrne and could tell there was some tension with the man, as if he suddently uncomfortable in this room. Rather than focus on it he looked back to his padd making notes on checking the combat readiness of the other ships. When he looked back up to the staff, Commander Maxwell has rejoined the meeting and mentioned the battle simulations. This would be his chance to test out the ships firepower and see just how much damage those two cannons can cause.
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Re: S01E05 "The Vault"

Postby Sorveck » Wed Feb 09, 2011 11:30 pm

Lt Sorveck
CSCI, USS Eternity

"Finally, Science," Byrne said, his attention drawn to both Sorveck and Moore. "Splendid job interpreting the data from the Followers' base. However, I find myself with more questions than answers. We've historically suffered against the Followers in two key areas, namely, scanner and sensor effectiveness, as well as our shield integrity. Further analysis may offer us a clue as to what we're about to face. Please comb the data with those criteria in mind."

Sorveck nodded, "We have programs running around the clock, trying to decipher some of the information. Unfortunately we have encountered blocks of code in the data, these blocks seem to impervious to any attempts to decode." He decided against adding , so far, mainly because the only data left unproccessed in the Eternity's copy was a small bit detailing the exact things Byrne had asked for. The other bits were just random lines of code he had placed in the copy to keep them wondering what was hiding.

<Byrne>

He looked around the room and gazing at Byrne first , then Jamieson. He noted the tension between the two, and mentally shook his head. While he had used some contacts in slow the gears of justice, Starfleet was begining to wonder where the report was. That coupled with the fact that the crew couldn't put the issue aside was begining to make Sorveck wonder about the success of their mission.
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Re: S01E05 "The Vault"

Postby Mia Cummings » Wed Feb 09, 2011 11:37 pm

LtJG Amelia "Mia" Moore
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USS Eternity

Amelia rubbed her leg absently. The surgery had gone well and she'd been released. But the lighter pink skin was still 'healing'. She felt small twinges of pain from the new muscle tissue, and had started to massage her leg. She'd been told it was normal and would go away in a week or so. But right now, it was still enough to cause her to limp slightly. She also found herself leaning on things more often and taking weight of that leg. She found herself doing that now, in the darkened area of TCC as she listened to the battle plans being laid out.

Amelia was still a little nervous at being called in to such an important meeting. These were usually closed to everyone but the senior officers and department heads, of which she was neither. Despite her nervousness at being around so much brass, she listened carefully to what was said. Keeping to the back of the room with the other lower ranking officers, she kept her attention focused. She was wondering what use science was going to be in this and a few moments later got her answer.

Byrne wrote:"Finally, Science," Byrne said, his attention drawn to both Sorveck and Moore. "Splendid job interpreting the data from the Followers' base. However, I find myself with more questions than answers. We've historically suffered against the Followers in two key areas, namely, scanner and sensor effectiveness, as well as our shield integrity. Further analysis may offer us a clue as to what we're about to face. Please comb the data with those criteria in mind."


She let a small smile touch her lips at the complement, but it faded fast as he continued and she absorbed the gravity of the situation. She glanced towards Sorveck as he replied to the XO and then quickly looked back down at her PADD. Listening to the rest of the meeting, her mind was already working on how to find the information they needed and silently prayed they'd find the answers quickly. It would be a sleepless night... or longer.
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Re: S01E05 "The Vault"

Postby sail3695 » Thu Feb 10, 2011 12:11 am

Lt. Commander Colin Byrne
First Officer, U.S.S. Eternity-A

"This is simply not going to work," Byrne thought as he considered two key members of his staff. "My top helmsman and I can't look each other in the eye, and I've got a doctor who seems to wish she were invisible. Not the way I'm allowing this ship into battle." As he summed up his own comments, Colin decided that the opening moves would have to be his, as neither Jamieson nor Cavenaugh appeared inclined to initiate the necessary clearing of the foul air which threatened to smother the three of them. "I'll set to this straight away," he decided, as Commander Maxwell entered the TCC.

"Are there any more questions?"

The Commander spoke up. "I've scheduled a series of three battle simulations with Saber Fleet in the next twenty hours before we launch. Coordination will be crucial in this endeavor and practice gets us close to perfection."

At the announcement, Colin checked his PADD. "Ah, yes, sir," he responded. "I have them here. Listen up. We have group exercises scheduled for 1300, 1600, and 1900 hours. It's 1100 hours now. The 20 hour clock sees our departure at 0700 tomorrow. Notify your alternates on 2nd and 3rd watch teams. They'll be involved in the simulations as well. I shall be rotating people as if we're suffering casualties. You have 2 hours. You're dismissed. Etal, Marquez," the first officer said above the murmur, "wait for me outside. Lt. Jamieson, I'll need a word."

<Tag Etal, Jamieson>

As the rest of the staff worked their way toward the exit, Colin stepped close to Jim Maxwell. "Sir," he said quietly, "we've doubtless got things to discuss. I hate to insist, sir, but I have two issues to deal with immediately. Request permission to meet with you in thirty minutes, your ready room?"

<Tag Maxwell>

Once the room had cleared, Colin turned toward Sarah Jamieson. "Still not up to her standard," he thought ruefully. The group exercises would be demanding; he felt a silent concern, given her hasty removal from the ordered recuperation. He stood before her, about to speak, reading the discomfort in her face as she studied the deck beneath their feet.

"Lieutenant," he said, "there are three things I wish to stress. The first......." Colin paused. "Lieutenant Jamieson, you will look at me when I'm addressing you. Good, that's better. Now, as I was saying, you're probably asking yourself the same question each of our light cruiser captains is pondering, namely, why would command choose to hamstring the lighter ships by attaching them to a pair of heavies? The answer is simple. We," he said calmly, "are the real striking arm of the attack. The first wave of capital ships are a massive diversion. The cruisers," Colin continued, "are a screen, to protect Enterprise-E and Eternity, who're obviously slated for the final push. Not only will you have to maneuver the ship as if a light cruiser, you'll have to do so in extremely close quarters. I'll remind you that the range of our bolt cannon is only 12km. Do you understand, Lieutenant?"

<Tag Jamieson>

"The next thing," Byrne said, "is the matter of your health. I prefer you be on the helm for today's drills, but I cannot do without you tomorrow. You must be honest with me about your fitness. If you're not up for all 3 drills today, I'll pull you off and explain myself to the commander later. This ship needs it's finest helmsman to be rested and fit for tomorrow. I want you to get as much rest as you possibly can."

<Tag Jamieson>

"Finally, you and I have been forced into a damned awful position, Lieutenant. The only way out is to go through it together. We cannot retreat into ourselves. As your friend, I can't allow our cohesion to deteriorate. As the First Officer, I simply won't. That's all. See you at 1300. You're dismissed."

<Tag Jamieson>

After a moment, Byrne stepped into the corridor. "Everything alright, sir?" Lt. Marquez asked.

"Quite alright," the LtCdr responded. "You two, come with me." Without another word, Colin lead Marisol and Hmra to the waiting turbolift. "Deck 7," he said without hesitation as the three entered the small lift. As they rode, upward, Colin mused quietly upon the sensitivity of the Caitian female's hearing, and whether or not she'd picked up on his earlier conversation through the heavily armoured bulkhead.

"Where are we going, sir?" Marisol Marquez asked as they exited the lift.

"Medical Bay," Colin replied. "With the drills coming up, I knew you two wouldn't get the chance to say goodbye to Chief Crawford unless I ordered you there myself."

<Tag Etal>

The last time he'd entered Medical, he'd exited an accused rapist, leaving behind a room filled with expressions of hatred. Without hesitation, the Lt Cdr strode through the double doors into the primary treatment and recovery room. He heard a gasp, saw expressions of surprise turn to shame. One nurse was openly blushing as she rushed past him. "Mr. Morris," Byrne called out over the suddenly quiet space. "Please show Lt's Etal and Marquez to the Chief Engineer. They'd like to say their goodbyes."

Diego Morris, his own face ashen, beckoned them to follow. Byrne stood in silence as the medical staff attempted to strike a balance in his presence. Doctor Cavenaugh was nowhere to be seen. "Time to deal with this head on," Colin thought, before speaking aloud once more. "Excuse me," he said, his voice firm. "I need your attention for just one moment." As activity in Medical Bay stopped, Colin took note of the expressions which now faced him. Many were of open remorse. Some seemed fearful. One or two harboured anger. He pressed on.

"I needn't remind you all of the unfortunate events that took place here a few days ago. Though concerns remain that I shall work closely with Lt. Cavenaugh and all of you to remedy, there is one matter which I must address directly. I'm certain that you're aware of my requesting a doctor from the Renault to tend to my injuries." As he spoke, Colin saw the response. They were well aware. Despite their own actions which had inspired the move, they didn't like it. "I did make the request," he said, his eyes sweeping the room. "And I apologize for that. It was a decision made in anger, and not the right one at all. I was wrong to trust my care to anyone but the medical staff of this ship. I promise not to make that mistake again. Thank you; you may return to your duties."

His first attempts at putting things right thus completed, Colin turned for the bridge, and hopefully, a few minutes behind closed doors with Commander Maxwell.

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Re: S01E05 "The Vault"

Postby harmon » Thu Feb 10, 2011 5:27 am

Major Jonathan Harmon
Reaper Team CO

ON:
Jon listened intently as the plan to assault the Vault was laid out. Jon's mind, while focused on the briefing, he found himself also considering all the equipment he would need in order to carry out this little plan. It wasn't pretty, and the more he heard the less he liked it. He heard the commander mention the current layouts were "Best Guess" and at that moment decided he'd rather his team not see them at all, keep them on guard better.

As Cmdr Maxwell finished detailing Reapers mission. Jon gave a small nod, "Understood Commander." Jon said and silently listened to the rest of the briefing. "Dismissed." He started moving towards the exit, he had 3 hours to get his team, and equipment ready to go. He left to go find and round up his team. He hopped they'd have time for a quick battle drill once they had the equipment loaded on the shuttle... but he wasn't counting on it.

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Re: S01E05 "The Vault"

Postby FSF Bourne » Thu Feb 10, 2011 5:50 am

Lieutenant (JG) Sarah Jamieson
Helm/Flight Operations, U.S.S Eternity-A

"Wait for me outside. Lt. Jamieson, I'll need a word." The commanders words carried over a hushed command center, Sarah surprised herself by looking up, meeting his eye line and confirming she understood. Her heart pounded as the meeting closed, she tried to swallow the lump building up trying to escape her throat and felt a cold sweat begin to swell on her back. This wasn't going to be pleasant. In her mind, Sarah couldn't figure where everything went wrong, Colin and her had begun so fruitfully and were developing a close bond, now they couldn't even inhabit the same room without Sarah wanting to open the gates and bolt for the hills. Her newly found nervous disposition had obviously come across in the meeting and she hated it. As the other members of command sifted out past her, some shooting a look of compassion, others of teasing, she took a deep inward breath and felt her chest cavity move upwards and out, before letting it slowly release outwards.

"Lieutenant," he said, "there are three things I wish to stress. The first......." Colin paused. "Lieutenant Jamieson, you will look at me when I'm addressing you. Good, that's better. Now, as I was saying, you're probably asking yourself the same question each of our light cruiser captains is pondering, namely, why would command choose to hamstring the lighter ships by attaching them to a pair of heavies? The answer is simple. We," he said calmly, "are the real striking arm of the attack. The first wave of capital ships are a massive diversion. The cruisers," Colin continued, "are a screen, to protect Enterprise-E and Eternity, who're obviously slated for the final push. Not only will you have to maneuver the ship as if a light cruiser, you'll have to do so in extremely close quarters. I'll remind you that the range of our bolt cannon is only 12km. Do you understand, Lieutenant?"

"I understand." Sarah spoke sheepishly, coughed and confirmed once again. She hated it and her heart tried jumping from her chest but she met his eye line again, this time for longer, a closer gaze in to him, trying to figure out his next move. "Our size is also a good diversion for the smaller attack vessels, the enemy will want to focus fire on us because we have the potential to do the most damage with a single hit. We can use this to a tactical advantage and draw fire." She let out in one breath.

"The next thing," Byrne said, "is the matter of your health. I prefer you be on the helm for today's drills, but I cannot do without you tomorrow. You must be honest with me about your fitness. If you're not up for all 3 drills today, I'll pull you off and explain myself to the commander later. This ship needs it's finest helmsman to be rested and fit for tomorrow. I want you to get as much rest as you possibly can."

"I'm ready, sir," Sarah felt herself answer without thinking, the pace she once had seemed to be returning. She didn't need to consider the answer, it was the natural conclusion. "I'll train my understudy in our tactical computations and ensure someone is by my side during everything so if I need to take a few hours to rest before the battle - I can." She couldn't figure the commander out, had he singled her out because of the contempt he felt for her? Was he going to strike at a later date? She was confused, admittedly, but continued to focus on the current line of questions.

"Finally, you and I have been forced into a damned awful position, Lieutenant. The only way out is to go through it together. We cannot retreat into ourselves. As your friend, I can't allow our cohesion to deteriorate. As the First Officer, I simply won't. That's all. See you at 1300. You're dismissed."

Friend, he used the word friend. Sarah thought as she narrowed her eyes and breathed a short, shocked breath inwards. Did he not hate her? Was Marisol correct when she said everything would work out? The lump in her throat quickly dissipated as Sarah made a final revelation and she offered a nod, fighting back the tears she wanted to cry for later - now was not the tie - and speaking before leaving. "Friends, sir," She nodded, not really knowing what else to say. "I'll be at my post. Thank you." Sarah swiveled on her right heel and pushed forward, quickly exiting the command center and hanging a left towards the turbo lifts. She wanted to be out of sight before the first tear of relief hit, wanted to shed them in the solitary space of the lift and be on with her day. She hated this weak feeling, a hunger for compassion and acceptance she now felt. She wanted to be back to her old, hard, closed off self but, was that even possible now?

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Re: S01E05 "The Vault"

Postby sail3695 » Thu Feb 10, 2011 10:29 am

Lt. Commander Colin Byrne
First Officer, U.S.S. Eternity-A

"Bridge." The turbolift began it's upward movement. For a second, images of a much darker moment in the car flickered across his mind, balanced with the awkward result he'd witnessed in TCC. Though Colin had no way of knowing if his words to Lt. Jamieson had carried any meaning, he did understand that to belabor the issue at this point would only serve to further alienate her, and waste valuable time on a clock which now had just over nineteen and one half hours before they were to move into a major battle. "She couldn't get away quickly enough," his dark companion asserted. Byrne swept the spectral presence aside, clearing his mind. Hopefully, in the aftermath of whatever was to occur tomorrow, she'd seek him out.
If not, so be it. He'd left her with no doubts.

His thoughts turned toward Cdr. Maxwell. Though he knew he'd been lied to concerning Jim's clandestine involvements, Colin had come to reason with himself about the man's actions. To date, he'd been the only operative aboard who had not attempted to threaten or apply leverage to the first officer, aside from Yahan. Before the briefing, he'd resolved to join Jim in his ready room, and in a display of his own trust and loyalty, offer up everything he'd come to know concerning Maxwell's and Sorveck's secretive working relationship. But that had been before the briefing. Now, having seen the attack plan, his doubts had begun to reassert themselves.

Sorveck's words had set his internal klaxons to wailing.

Sorveck wrote:"We have programs running around the clock, trying to decipher some of the information. Unfortunately we have encountered blocks of code in the data, these blocks seem to impervious to any attempts to decode."


He'd stated the words with a finality of tone which suggested that there'd be no further help forthcoming. Given Byrne's previous dealings with the man's outsized ego, he knew that Sorveck would be the last person to stand before a group of people he considered his inferiors and publicly admit to a failure in completion of his task. "I've been lied to again," the Lt Cdr thought. "Yessssss," the dark companion within agreed. "And in a matter which will cost many lives tomorrow. I simply can't wait to see what you think you're going to do about it."

What would he do? What could he? He had to consider himself to be monitored, either via his commbadge, the ship's Ecom system, it's compartment recorders, possibly all of the above. He cast a glance upward, toward the tiny lens which poked through the turbolift's ceiling. "Who might be watching me now?" At every turn, he was blocked, blunted, by the foot dragging of security as regards the trumped up rape charges, and of course, by the charges themselves. Sorveck and Moore held all the information as to the Followers' database, and Sorveck had plainly told him that he would not be learning another whit of that information. "But Moore...." he considered. "Perhaps she's the key..."

When Byrne had ordered the Science department to comb the data once more, Lt. Amelia Moore had given him an affirmative reaction. She appeared to demonstrate a resolve to set back to the task; she'd understood the grave risk they faced. Though the Lt. had followed etiquette and not chosen to disagree in public with her superior, Colin had detected a silent will to find the answers he'd requested. He was loathe to drag her into the murky world in which he himself was an unknowing, fumbling presence, but as the battle drew near, the time to act had arrived. He needed people he could trust.

"Byrne to Lt. Moore," he said, tapping his commbadge. Upon her response, he set the meeting in as benign a fashion as his non intel trained senses could quickly devise. "Lt, my recent incarceration has put me behind in my filing of reports concerning the action at Ildius 3. I need to get firsthand your account of the APC mission. Could you meet me after the last drill is complete, at 2100 hours? We'll meet in my office, if they've got the lights working yet. Byrne out."

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Re: S01E05 "The Vault"

Postby The Writer » Thu Feb 10, 2011 11:12 am

Commander James Maxwell
Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Eternity-A

ON:
At the request of meeting in thirty minutes, Commander Jim Maxwell hoped that the situation surrounding Colin Byrne and the accusations made earlier weren't about to turn the unsuspecting officer noble. The goal was too close, the prize nearing, and Jim would hate to have to make Colin disappear considering all the experience that would be wasted as well as having to re-plan his exit strategy. There was always leverage, there were people that Colin cared for, but Jim didn't want to cross that threshold; wasn't afraid to, but thought it an unnecessary evil.

But Jim played it calm, collected, as he answered with a nod. "…, thirty minutes….," he repeated giving again a nod.

With the understanding ringing throughout the makeshift senior officer meeting, Commander Maxwell made his way towards other avenues. He was on his way to the Bridge when Captain Ballard of the Portage intercepted him.

"Commander Maxwell," he stated moving justly, his escort of security officers still following. He played a smile as he took to shaking Jim's hand, the Commanding Officers sharing a smile. "I'm glad I caught you. I wanted to give you the transfer orders personally…,"

A Padd was handed to Jim detailing the transfer of the Marine Detachment Reaper Team over to the Eternity. Jim took note of the stock and roster of the contingent. It wasn't the entire detachment, obviously, but rather a smaller incursion team that was flexible to their tasks and goals associated with a given situation.

"Captain Ballard," Commander Maxwell began as he looked up, "I appreciate your arrival on Ildius 3, we were in a bit of a squall there for awhile."

"Would of helped you out even if you didn't order to the Marines in. Still Jim, you could have waited…,"

To this the Commander quaffed a laugh before shaking his head. "You know me too well Dave."

"Yeah," the Portage Captain stated, "I sure as hell do. Still brash and thick headed as ever. Still," he paused the effort dropping as he continued to talk freely, almost too much, "its good to see you in Command again, it was a wonder your even alive after what happened during the Farcreed Blitz."

"You'd be surprised," Jim stated with a smile. He shook the Padd in his hand, striving to change the subject before Captain Ballard moved further into Jim's past. "Could you tell Harmon for me of the transfer order? I'll get this to personnel and have their quarters fixed up."

"Sure sure," Ballard nodded. "We got a battle sim planned out?"

"1300," Commander Maxwell announced.

"I'll see you there Commander."

Captain Ballard moved away, dashing a smile and a wave before rounding the corridor away from view. The moment that he couldn't see, Jim's smile faded. Another close one and he was beginning to think there would be more and more as the mission rounded to its conclusion.

"Bridge," he stated, sending the lift to move. There were too many questions in the air right now, Jim was too far in the picture, too long on assignment. Generally an operation didn't last this long, but this wasn't a simple one.

Among the field of Bridge crewmen, Jim went over to Operations. "Lieutenant, field this report in with our records and inform Security of the crew transfer of Reaper Team to the Eternity. We should have the space and availability."

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It was nearing thirty minutes, Colin was soon to walk through those doors. Jim hastened to his Ready Room, disappearing momentarily from the Bridge.

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Re: S01E05 "The Vault"

Postby FSF Bourne » Thu Feb 10, 2011 11:37 am

Lieutenant (JG) Sarah Jamieson
Helm/Flight Operations, U.S.S Eternity-A

Sarah shifted her weight forward, the wind the whipped at her back curled around her hair and tugged at the fastening she had recently reapplied. The wiped a stray hair from her face and looked at the three officers that stood in front of her, all looking for her to begin. The helm-crew were made up of the three operating shifts plus a back up that was rotated in on a daily basis and, when the ship was on high alert, pilot shifts were shortened due to heightened stress and a four shift pattern was adopted. This was normal on any star ship. What was unusual, Sarah had noted through her short tenure in Starfleet, was a young officer commanding an entire department that was, ultimately, the lynch pin in the command system - That's what Sarah had always believed, anyway. The entire crew of Eternity were on the young side, as a matter of fact, and Sarah conceded this may be what gave them their edge in battle.

“Johnson,” Sarah strode to the first man, an ensign and recent graduate of the academy, “You are going to be my understudy for the duration of this mission. You will train alongside me and watch everything I do. During the operation you will be stationed nearby and will be my relief should anything happen, understood?” Sarah looked over the scenery, pleased with her choice to hold the quick meeting on the holo-deck to ease her younger, more inexperienced, counterparts. They had never fought in a battle of this size and knew not what it would take from them; both physically and mentally. Johnson’s slick hair held tightly to his head as he confirmed his participation and let off a small smirk, the chance of ‘some action’, to the younger officers, seemed like fun. Sarah understood that perception, she didn’t fight it, but didn’t encourage it.

“Walker,” Sarah side stepped, the small astute woman who stood before her wore her ‘JG’ pip with pride. She was a fine officer but after much debate and hours of watching over her, Sarah hadn’t rated her skills as an offensive pilot. She was fine handling the ship on a day to day basis but Sarah would never select her for any high stress, tight maneuvering operations. Luckily, Jenny Walker was happy to be a part of something so magnificence that she never stopped smiling. The smile often irked Sarah, but today was a welcome warmth she appreciated. “You are moving up to Swing shift for the duration of this operation. If everything is over you will be left on duty and will be at the helm should anything happen.” Sarah paused, allowing the acknowledgement to sink in and watched as the small woman’s smile faded slowly and replaced with a worried grimace. “If the fighting is still active I will be on hand to assist, I’ll stay active around the ship and won’t bunk down until the fighting is over.”

“Johnny,” Sarah couldn’t help but smile as the squared jaw of her youngest crew member broke in to a smile and his entire almost bounced off the artificial scenery with excitement. John Budson was a cadet who had come on board prior to the last tour. He filled a spot that had been empty since the ship first left space dock and Sarah was glad to have someone with a little enthusiasm about him. Budson was the better pilot of Sarah’s subordinates, he had a natural feel for the helm and would make a great flight chief some day. His day would come but she wasn’t ever going to trust a cadet at the stick during combat operations. “You are assigned to Night Watch,” She began. “I want you to spend a few hours with Johnson and myself throughout the day training with us,” She paused, considered her options and continued. “The mission will complete by Night watch or we’ll all be coming home licking our wounds...” Sarah knew it would be worse, but what was the point in telling them that. If they didn’t know now, they would know tomorrow. “Night watch will be the only shift you have run solo so Johnson will run back up if you need it.” She said. “During the actual mission I want you on hand in Engineering, you’re also majoring in Engine design, right?” He confirmed with a quick nod, “Then we’ll put those skill to use. If nothing else it’ll be a learning experience for you.”

Sarah dismissed her team and arranged a meeting for the two in training to meet her at midday to prepare, Walker was to get some rest and prepare for a heavy day. It felt good to get back in to a routine and have a firm grasp on her team. Sarah pushed all personal thoughts to the back of her mind and decided now wasn’t the time. Colin and her would reconcile when the galaxy wasn’t at stake. She watched as her team walked through the newly open doorway and quickly followed, taking a longer route through the ship as she strolled slowly, undecided on a destination, her mind craving information while her body, in its weakened state, pawed for food.
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Re: S01E05 "The Vault"

Postby sail3695 » Thu Feb 10, 2011 3:50 pm

Lt. Commander Colin Byrne
First Officer, U.S.S. Eternity-A

Putting his own doubts into a mental corner, Colin stepped onto the bridge, his manner businesslike as he surveyed the watch crew operating under more or less normal circumstances. Still, there was a tension rising in the air, an electricity he'd come to know well during his years "before the mast." A battle was coming. His crew were girding themselves for war.

Now, he headed for a confrontation of a different kind. Colin didn't view the coming encounter with Cdr. Maxwell as "war," per se. Rather, he saw his conversations with the CO as more a mix of chess and poker, neither of which he felt he'd ever been particularly good at over time. His goal was simple: somehow persuade Maxwell to order his accomplice to "open the spigot" and allow just a bit more of the crucial information to leak out. A difficult task for one such as himself, a rank amateur playing in the world of master spies. Still, he reasoned, their actions on the planet's surface had shown that whoever Maxwell and Sorveck were working for, they apparently had no love for the Followers of Nero. "The enemy of my enemy....." he thought to himself as he sounded the ready room chime.

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Upon being called in, Colin moved toward Commander Maxwell's desk. "Thank you for the time, sir," he said. "There were a few things to sort out with Medical, and Lt. Jamieson, prior to seeing action tomorrow." At the offer of a chair, Colin accepted, and took seat before his CO. "All departments are ready for our first group sim," he reported. "We're receiving questions from ships in the group about formation. Do you have a preference, or would you prefer me to assign them, sir?"

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Re: S01E05 "The Vault"

Postby Bridget Cavenaugh » Thu Feb 10, 2011 6:17 pm

Lieutenant Bridget Felicia Cavenaugh, MD
Chief Medical Officer
USS Eternity-A


Location: Deck 7, Medical Bay I - Primary Medical Storage

During the Battle of Ildius 3 -or actually the resulting Medical Emergency, to be more precise- the medical supplies aboard the USS Eternity-A had disappeared at a rate even a chem addict with unrestricted access to the Medical Storage could take an example of. With so many casualties to treat, both the Primary Medical Storage on Deck 7 and the Secondary Medical Storage on Deck 16 had seen a coming and going of Medical Personnel; all in such a hurry they couldn't take proper log entries on what they took and all in such numbers the automatic entries made by the computer weren't reliable either. As the perfectionista she actually was -some would call it "control freak" as well- Lieutenant Bridget Felicia Cavenaugh absolutely despised not having a complete and accurate inventory list of her medical supplies and, not trusting anyone else to make an accurate count, had taken it upon herself to make a complete count of her remaining medical supplies in what little time she had left before the start of the Senior Staff Meeting in the Tactical Command Center. 

"Computer," Using her left elbow, the blonde-haired Chief Medical Officer closed the metal drawer of the medical cabinet and listened to the soft metallic click as the drawer was magnetically sealed again. "Overwrite the previous log entry regarding desinfectant spray and mark the remaining supply level as dangerously low." Bridget turned her icy blue eyes to the display of her PADD and saw, through a cloud of condensed breath caused by the near freezing temperatures in the Primary Medical Storage, that the log corrected itself to match her orders. Allowing a soft smile to form on her lips she turned her attention towards the next item on the list, dermal regeneration strips -an item more simply known as "bandaid"- and bend over to count the boxes piled up on the bottom shelf.

When Lieutenant Junior Grade Douglas "Diego" Morris, the Assistant Chief Medical Officer, entered the Primary Medical Storage he came to an abrupt stop mid-pace; both of surprise to even see his Chief Medical Officer in the Storage Room and even more surprised at her current position. Before he could dedide whether or not staring at the tight behind of Bridget Felicia Cavenaugh through her black uniform trousers would be worth the risk she spoke up; not even turning around or making any other indication she knew of his presence. "Lieutenant Morris, unless you want to notify me of a dirty stain on the back of my trousers, I'd recommend you to stop staring at my butt." It wasn't necessarily the cold, arrogant tone of her upper-class British voice -Douglas was used to it by now and stopped taking it personal- but Bridget's sixth sense to know when people were around her and watching her never ceased to scare the young Medical Officer. That simply wasn't a trait found in normal Chief Medical Officers. 

"I... well, uhm..." Douglas' skin paled slightly and he took a step back in shock; trying not to sound like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "I just wanted to inform you Commander Byrne was in the Medical Bay earlier, and he formally apologized for requesting a Medical Officer attached to the Renault." While he spoke, he gradually regained his composture; proving once again why Bridget had chosen him to become her Assistant Chief Medical Officer. Although Douglas Morris could be somewhat insecure and geeky at times, he was a fluent speaker and almost not to be persuaded otherwise when he took a certain stance. That reliability, which Bridget greatly admired, along with his skill in the Medical field, made her acceptive of his flaws; a stance some other Medical Officers part of her Staff felt hard to understand. 

There was a brief silence, only broken by their breathing and the soft humming of the climate control, but before Bridget could open her mouth to ask if there was anything else she should know he continued, this time with a careful undertone in his voice "Also, I just thought of this when I saw you in here, ma'am." He fidgeted with the PADD attached to his belt. "In the new design of the Medical Bay, the Medical Storage blocks incoming and outgoing communications to people in the room. I though you knew that, but when you didn't replied to the calls made by Commander Maxwell that you were missing the Senior Staff Meeting and he eventually inquired with me why the computer couldn't locate you aboard the ship," He paused in shock when the blonde-haired Chief Medical Officer suddely jumped up, slamming her head into an open drawer above her. "Anyway, just for future reference, please inform someone when you enter the Medical Storage so this can be avoided."

He took a step aside so Lieutenant Bridget Felicia Cavenaugh could walk past him, and as the door whooshed open in front of her he turned around to face her back before speaking up again. "The meeting is over already, ma'am. You might be interested to know Commander Byrne is looking for you though." Whether or not she picked up on what he said remained open for debate, but regardless, the Chief Medical Officer slowed her pace for a split second in visible hesitation before resuming her course towards the exit of the Medical Bay.      
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Re: S01E05 "The Vault"

Postby sail3695 » Thu Feb 10, 2011 10:08 pm

Lieutenant jg Marisol Marquez
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Once in Medical Bay, LtCdr Byrne had summoned Diego Morris, with orders for him to show both Hmra and Marisol to their boss, Lt. John Crafword. With a grey pallor to his face, the young medico had gestured for both women to follow him to the space which held the chief. "Now listen," he said, "we've got him in stasis. He had so much trauma, and excessive crush injuries. We had to stop the surgery because our repair efforts were just collapsing. His systems were suffering a cascading type failure. So, I have to warn you, he does not look like you remember him."

"Okay," Marisol said as a fear gripped her. "I'm ready. How about you, Hmra?"

<Tag Etal>

Morris led them into the surgical ward. The room had been meticulously cleaned, leaving no evidence of the desperate losing battle fought by the surgeons to preserve the life of their chief, their friend. Marisol could still feel the tension, the fear these good people had felt while waging a war they eventually knew they could not win. In lieu of an operating table, the stasis chamber occupied the center of the room, atop a hover platform which would soon move it to the waiting shuttle. John Crawford was about to go home, on the Mayflower.

She knelt beside the chamber, as Hmra took the opposite side. John lay inside, his body covered in a blanket of red cloth. Marisol took note of the bulky outlines which told of various artifice concealed beneath the blanket. Her eyes glistened as she took in the sight of his face, or what could be seen of it. Bandages and cloth covered John's entire forehead, left eye, the space which should've shown the rise of a nose, and the left side of his jaw. She placed a hand to her breast, willing her emotions into check as a halting breath escaped her. "Can he hear us?" she asked.

"No," Morris replied. He's in stasis. Completely under."

<Tag Etal>

"Where will he go?"

"San Francisco, for an evaluation by Fleet Medical. If the doctors think it's possible, and his family agrees, they'll transfer him to Mount Sinai Chicago. They've got the best reconstructive program in the quadrant."

She studied his face, the closed eye, his mouth, and the line of his jaw, trying to graft the image of a perpetually smiling, energetic John Crawford onto the features. "John," she said, "it's Marisol. Hmra's here, too. Don't you worry about the ship," Marisol continued, her voice cracking. "We'll....take good care of her......for you. You'd better come back, boss!"

<Tag Etal>

Two men arrived. Morris raised a hand. "Give them a minute," he said.

Marisol reached into the collar of her uniform, fingers clasping at the gold chain which held the crucifix. After sorting her hair into a tight tail, she lifted the chain from around her neck. "John," she said, "this belonged to mi madre, my mother. She gave it to me when I came back to StarFleet, to keep me safe on my journeys. I want you to have it, to keep you safe." She pressed the tiny gold crucifix to her lips. Then, looping the chain into one of the chamber's handles, Marisol let go. The little cross swung to and fro, flashing a lustre in the light of the operating room, before coming to rest. With a gentle touch, she laid her right hand, palm down, upon the chamber's viewport, directly above his face. "Goodbye, John," Marisol whispered. "Via con dios."

<Tag Etal>

They stood together, watching in silence as the technicians powered the unit. It rose to waist height before the technicians, struck by the emotion of the two women, pushed with a reverent slowness. Marisol watched as the chamber moved in a stately grace from the room. Hmra's hand brushed hers. Marisol took it into her own, squeezing her friend's hand tightly as a tear escaped down her left cheek.
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Re: S01E05 "The Vault"

Postby The Writer » Fri Feb 11, 2011 10:52 am

Commander James Maxwell
Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Eternity-A

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Commander Maxwell nodded in responds to the question poised by his First Officer. "I've actually got three formations I would like to go over within these three training drills," he said, "we can brief them in between the layover times."

He took a seat at his desk, crossing the computer over to himself and tapping a few commands in before transferring the fleet formations for the first simulation over to Byrne's Padd. "We'll run the classic escort strike first off. As you can see the Eternity, Enterprise, and Portage are taking leadership of the movement while the small cruisers, Wraith, Kun and the others are split between the three. Movement will be pointed front most point in continued sweep of the area. I want to practice movement as well as strike maneuvers, the entire formation has to flow as dynamic as the situation will allow it to."

Jim leaned back before making a move to look out the viewport, seeing the Renault and Mayflower still holding orbit among the many ships gathered around the space of Ildius 3. "We're also getting a new Chief Engineering Officer," the Commander finally stated, "on recovery from the Metar Colony, suppose to be really bright but he hasn't served on a starship of this caliber before. I want Etal and Marquez to show him the ropes. He's not green, but, again, he's never served on a Sovereign Assault Cruiser."

Maxwell turned back to his First Officer before continuing. "He should be in before the simulation runs commence, right now he's helping out with efforts to get survivors and injured to the Mayflower before it embarks to the waypoint with the Cadecus."

Jim fumbled with another Padd, moving it out from the collection of others before handing it over to Byrne. "His name is Lieutenant Rick Barlow."

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