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S02Ep03 Home

Postby The Writer » Wed Sep 07, 2011 3:51 pm

Season 2
The Legacy, a computer program that caters the ability to predict the future has prophesied the end for humanity. The Council, an unseen unheard backbone of the Federation, who has used the Legacy to stay two steps ahead of the prophecy, turn from preparing the Federation for the end, to combating it as new variable is introduced into the Legacy's quantum equation, "The Prophet." With this, the Council moves to building a new ship, the most technological advanced starship ever created, and with that forging a new crew, the best and brightest that the Federation has. The ship will be known as the Eternity, and her crew will be the last best hope for saving humanity.

But are The Council's acts going against the Legacy, circumventing its dire prophecy, or, are they just another stepping stone to mankind's unescapable fate?

Episode 3 "Home"
The Borg. An enemy that hasn't been encountered since 2378 when they were all but destroyed by then, Captain Katherine Janeway and the rest of the Voyager crew; resurfaces, stronger, faster, changed and vast in their numbers. As the Eternity encounters these new and improved Borg, the first recorded in over 20 years, the crew soon finds that they and the Collective share a bond.

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Prologue

Postby The Writer » Wed Sep 07, 2011 3:53 pm

Prologue
"Kindred Sprits"
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Her flock had grown. Damaged by what Voyager did, what Janeway had done, the Borg Collective did what they had done for centuries…, adapted.

Sacrifices had to be made. The favor of the mechanical to the organic had to be met in order to sustain the new order. This act had been reflected upon her Collective. No longer did they harbor the edifice of man but rather the dark cold of machine. Bone had been replaced, flesh merely an afterthought as she brought the Collective from the old ways into the new; gathering her forces, keeping the sustainability of her flock; survivability being that which was more paramount than numbers. In this way her drones changed, stronger, reflective, able to perceive, to listen, and to fight. The methodology of assimilation broke down to the basics of the basics, and the means of conquer that much more brutal.

The Queen of the Collective sat in suspension as did the rest of a small collection of her drones, traversing the galaxy through traditional warp factor fields, journeying towards the origins of the "presence," felt. As if a child, lost somewhere in a curial world suddenly began to scream to be found. She had heard these screams, sensed it, feeling the power behind it. To that end, the Queen took it beyond herself to search, to find this presence, make it a part of her.

What she found staggered her, her humanity silently cooing to the notion of finding that which was lost…,

"Gabriel," she had said, her eyes opening as the diamond Borg vessel entered a holding station on a planetoid. The planet showed signs of degradation, the edge of its life cycle heralding its end. But there was a whisper of life, a blip of consciousness that had, at one time, been among the Collective.

She ordered Drones, telling them to find the consciousness, bring it back to them; and they did. For a brief fathom of a second she was again whole as she stared down at the man that used to be her son.

Her torso descended along the wreath of tubes and pipes that listlessly led her down to the structure of the rest of her body, spines slicing into her chest, forming a bond between her flesh and metal. She walked after her descent, moving over towards the man in the dark black long coat, still huddled and frightened; still cold from the wake of death.

In a time before she was one, she was a woman, a mother. The reflection of this felt towards the man she had once come to call son. It was projected toward the man now as she kneeled down, cradling the man's back, lovingly running her mechanical flanges up over his shoulder. "Gabriel," she said again, her other arm taking to holding him.

The man looked up from the floor, his eyes of red nightmare, face scared by what held bent before, a ghost of a great battle waged in a time yet changed and moved on. He took her mothers hands, grasping them as he turned to face her, his station remaining on his knees. "Mother," he whispered, as his hands left the mechanical cold of her hands and softly took to touch her face.

"Your home my son," the Queen passed, her humanity bleeding, making her weak. It was then, in the cusp of that emotion that she sensed the threat. Her hands went up to clasp at the man who was not her son, ripping at his coat's sleeves to dig into the flesh of his arms. But the man continued to squeeze, his strength surpassing, his resolve moving beyond the pain as her hands dug into bone.

The Queen began to scream, once again her mind fading from the Collective as her skull began to break and fracture, the crushing motion of the man's hands pressing into one another contorting the audio of her scream, the mechanical whirl of her sound bleeding as he continued to press. Her eyes popped, balls of milky white film over lade with dark thick blood that fell from her eyes like tears.

Eventually, she was no more, death had come, taken her in the body of the likeness that captured her son's image. This man stood, his hands covered in the blood of the fallen queen before turning round to face the drones that were without order.

"I am Sion," he stated, "I am your king."
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Re: S02Ep03 Home

Postby The Writer » Mon Oct 03, 2011 12:21 am

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Re: S02Ep03 Home

Postby Janice Lacey James » Mon Oct 03, 2011 12:35 am

LtJG Janelle James
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She felt anger and fear, Pain and uncertainty. All of these sensations coming from the away team on the surface. Janelle's hands held tightly to the chair in which she was seated as the ship struggled to maintain itself in the lower atmosphere. She found herself half standing, clinging to the chair. She sensed when the team had been transported, but she could also sense someone still on the planet. She didn't have time to say anything as the Captain gave the order to exit the orbit and she clung to the chair. "Captain," She said in barely a whisper. Just as the Door opened and Barlow came onto the bridge. She could only watch as she felt grief and panic roll off the second officer.

She merely stood by and watched as Red took his pain out on the Captain. It didn't make sense. Nothing of the Captain's prophesies were coming true. The planet was already devastated by something, and it wasn't the borg as far as she could tell. And what of the Commander and Lt Moore. If they didn't find her soon.. there would be no chance for that future the Captain had hinted at.

She sat back down, feeling as if a large weight had been dropped on her shoulders. "She's still alive," She said to no one and yet everyone, "I can feel her."

Janelle hadn't even noticed that the Captain had left the bridge, hadn't noticed they had not left the area. She was in as much of a stunned shock at the impending loss as everyone else.

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Re: S02Ep03 Home

Postby FSF Bourne » Mon Oct 03, 2011 2:44 am

Jo Jamieson
Civilian Consultant, U.S.S Eternity

Jo sighed relief as the ship found safe purchase once again, the alarms had died down and the ship sailed smooth once again. Jo, ever the observed, watched the quick exchange as the heat rose within the large compartment. Jo watched Sarah frantically plot a course for the planet as the argument raged and once the blow was struck took a step back, eyes watering with a panic that painted harshly across her normally softened features.

Amelia was gone. Gone, at least, for now. The planet was destabilizing and offered little hope for their comrade and yet people were already banding together as Sarah stood from her station to be replaced by the duty officer. Jo felt a pang of pride as Sarah stood at command, watching her wife do exactly what she was meant to do brought a sense of fulfillment to the only civilian on board and Jo knew right then why they had to stick around.

Amelia was gone. The realization his harder this time as if the finality of the situation had been sealed as Maxwell left the bridge. Jo’s empathy, however human, threatened to overwhelm as the crew dealt with the same realization in their own way. Amelia had been the only one to work with Jo since she come on board and, however futile that seemed in the grander scheme of things, it meant something to Jo. Jo had seen a lot in her life and had come to accept her position but she had not, however, lost people close to her under such strenuous circumstances. Her family, for the most part, were still alive and happily settled on Earth; she had Sarah and she was fine - For now at least - and then there was Bill. But as far as she knew Bill was fine.

Jo made her way around the consoles and took the two step in a single bound, arms wide enough to show remorse without forcing an embrace as she caught Sarah’s eye, a wash of professionalism across her tight features she waved Jo closer.

“Is there anything I can do?” Jo asked, watching Sarah cautiously.

“We don’t currently have a science officer so as of right now you’re covering that station.” Sarah said, her voice hardened and unwavering. “Just keep a track of any scans Scott does and analyse the sectors for signs of life.”

Jo nodded, she didn’t need anything else. She swivelled on her back foot at near leapt across the bridge in two, long strided, bounds.

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Re: S02Ep03 Home

Postby FSF Bourne » Mon Oct 03, 2011 3:08 am

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Sarah had heard the commotion behind her but had little time to break from er current duty, the ship struggling to break free from the lowered orbit was proving to be a little more of a challenge than she had expected. Once the board flashed green she knew they were safe and perked her ears up by turning her head slightly to allow better hearing.

We’ve got to go back. Amelia is still down there. You’ve killed her.

That’s all Sarah needed, she tuned out the orders and their contradiction from her mind and swiped the panel clear of clutter for a fresh start. They still had a man down on the planet and they weren’t leaving them alone. Sarah flicked a small look to Scott and, with hushed breath, whispered gently.

“Prepare some probes for me, wide spread, try to position the main ones near the transport site.” She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat, well aware that she would be up on charges for going against orders, and nodded appreciatively to Scott. “We won’t launch without the old man’s orders, don’t worry.”

"Lieutenant keep us in the system, best possible orbit of the planet."

The decision had finally been made. A punch had been thrown to prove the point but that didn’t matter. They had made the correct decision and were now going back to look for their crew member. Sarah powered the engines and secured the orbit, she began tracking their location in relation to the dieing planet as they moved onwards and Scott began his scan. The engines had settled to an easy hum and the bustle of the bridge, while still frantic, had found a manageable pace.

Maxwell wrote:"You have the Bridge, Jamieson."


“Great,” Sarah sighed nervously as her chair span and spat her backwards to the centre of the bridge. “I have the bridge, aye sir.” She chimed as her hand rubbed down her sleeve and she stood, attentive and alone, in command of the most powerful ship in known history. Jo approached almost instantly, Sarah looked away in panic - Not wanting to show her fear - and coughed gently in to the cusp of her left hand before turning back, a sense of strength forged through panic and adrenaline.

Jo wrote:“Is there anything I can do?”


We don’t currently have a science officer so as of right now you’re covering that station.” Her voice, she feared, would give her away as she attempted to continue. “Just keep a track of any scans Scott does and analyse the sectors for signs of life.” She turned away and approached Scott.

“Scott, can we launch those probes now and begin working through a solution to isolate Mia on the planet. Any way we can work on a transporter lock through all this mess without a com-badge?”

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Re: S02Ep03 Home

Postby The Writer » Mon Oct 03, 2011 11:36 am

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Holly 7 slips into a Class K planet, its surface temperature, rendered without a feasible sustaining atmosphere, drops the surface core of the planet by nearly 0 degrees Celsius, the atmosphere now a dense thick pool of converted gases of nitrogen and neon. A reflective barrier, a natural mineral deflector, plays havoc on geological and positional scans as well as fragments attempts and capturing for transporters. Small blankets of therminonic radiation speckles the planet's exosphere, the torrent cumulation giving the planet a sickened dark green overlay with hints of firelight streaming across its broken surface. These pockets of radiation swirl and heat up different parts collectively of the planet's surface, giving a haze mist of gases to lift from the ice form. The sudden mixture of hot to cold throw many regions of Holly 7 in a virtual cataclysm of isolated super storms of ice and radiation rain.
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Re: S02Ep03 Home

Postby harmon » Mon Oct 03, 2011 1:30 pm

Major Jonathan Harmon
Reaper Team Leader
USS Eternity
Transporter Room 2

ON:
Word of a crewmate left behind had reached Transporter Room 2 rather quickly. This was unacceptable, the words “Leave no man behind.” Ran through Jon’s head a thousand times over, causing Jon to shake his head, and turn to face the Transporter Operator, “Find me a beam in spot as close as you can to where we beamed out.” Ignoring any response the chief made, he turned to Thera, “Get a respirator, and Transport Enhancers, and get back here quick, you’re coming with me.” With that he opened a comm channel to the Capt, “Major Harmon to Capt Maxwell, Sir, I’m sure your aware by now that we’ve left a member behind, requesting permission for myself and one of my Corpsman to return to the surface, Our Armor can handle the conditions on the planet...” He paused… “Sir, she deserves a chance.”

Jon watched as Radio removed his helmet and turned to address Jon, Jon whispered to avoid the Comm picking up what he was saying, “If you say a word that isn’t helping me out, I will send you to the brig for insubordination.” Adam suddenly seemed to think that it wasn’t worth speaking and turned to leave. Thera reentered the transporter room, a Respirator in hand and a bag with the transport enhancers on her back, she took her place next to Jon on the Padd and waited for authorization.

OFF:

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Re: S02Ep03 Home

Postby FSF Josh » Mon Oct 03, 2011 1:31 pm

Lieutenant (JG) Scott Orlan
Operations Manager, USS Eternity

OOC: I know there were tags for getting feed data and such before. I'll focus on the current matter, though...

IC:

Maxwell wrote:"Orlan," the Captain passed, "keep looking for her. Bioscan, heat patterns, anything you have at your disposal Lieutenant. I want all efforts diverted to this."


Scott knew that he could play an integral part in locating Amelia. Unfortunately, the changing conditions of the planet had made it difficult.

The atmosphere of the planet was developing a reflective quality, sensors being bounced off of it. As such, it made scanning the surface difficult. With conventional methods, locating Amelia via a bioscan was out.

Scanning for her via heat sources was a bit easier, though it still proved impossible to find her. The constant atmospheric disturbances, mixed with lightning strikes on the surface, caused an abundance of small heat sources among the cold surface, and the scattering effect of the atmosphere on the sensors made it virtually impossible at their current range to determine the true source of anything heat related on the surface.

So long as the atmosphere kept getting worse, there was no way for them to truly scan for her from orbit. Scott's mind started to put together ideas on how to cut through the interference.

Sarah wrote:“Scott, can we launch those probes now and begin working through a solution to isolate Mia on the planet. Any way we can work on a transporter lock through all this mess without a com-badge?”


Scott glanced up at Sarah. "Not at the moment," he said, shaking his head. "Whatever is scattering our sensors in the atmosphere is also causing some subspace interference. It has intensified since the away team was beamed back. I doubt we would have a clear connection to any probes we sent down. We'll need to modify them to improve transmission quality and fidelity before we can launch them."

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Re: S02Ep03 Home

Postby Janice Lacey James » Mon Oct 03, 2011 2:49 pm

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Janelle reached out with her mind to locate Amelia. She was surprised when she felt a calm mind, resigned to her end. "Don't give up, Amelia," She whispered, "We're coming for you." She shifted in her seat and looked at Sarah. "Lt Jamieson, I can tell you she is still alive, for now.. Have faith in yourself, we'll get her back." She wasn't sure if what she was saying was to help Sarah or herself more.

Janelle had never been this close, this involved in a mission where someone had been lost, and quite frankly, she did not intend to lose this crew member if there was something she could do. "What do you need me to do?"

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Re: S02Ep03 Home

Postby The Writer » Mon Oct 03, 2011 2:55 pm

Captain James Maxwell
Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Eternity

ON:
Time was not on his side. He did without painkillers, did without changing his blood splattered uniform, and further ignored the stream of blood that listlessly pooled upon the cotton fabric of his bandaged broken nose. Captain James Maxwell didn't break stride as he entered the Turbo Lift, sending it to the bridge.

Maj. Harmon wrote:“Major Harmon to Capt Maxwell, Sir, I’m sure your aware by now that we’ve left a member behind, requesting permission for myself and one of my Corpsman to return to the surface, Our Armor can handle the conditions on the planet...” He paused… “Sir, she deserves a chance.”


To this, the Captain clipped his com bade, the acknowledge beep sending a solid chirp throughout the cavity of the lift. "Would if we could Major. We can't get a lock on anything beyond the planet's atmosphere. We had to take the ship in low enough to get a lock on you guys initially. I'm not prepared to venture that same approach. Stand by for further orders Major. Make sure you pack a spare respirator and be prepared to beam down."

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The door opened and Jim, without hamper of movement, nor twinge of pain, took the chair of the Eternity. Catching the last breaths of Orlan's summary of launching search probes.

Ltjg. Orlan wrote:"Whatever is scattering our sensors in the atmosphere is also causing some subspace interference. It has intensified since the away team was beamed back. I doubt we would have a clear connection to any probes we sent down. We'll need to modify them to improve transmission quality and fidelity before we can launch them."


"Then we punch through it Lieutenant," Jim broached, "we make a hole in the exosphere long enough to get someone in there with a spare survival kit, find Lieutenant Moore and buy us some time."

He turned his head towards Sarah. "Position the ship relative to the last know beam out point of the away team. It should give our search party a starting point."

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"Mr. Vreenak," Jim began, moving the plan further into motion, "we'll be using the deflector dish to convert the ionize dust particles in the planet's atmosphere into plasma. You'll need to work quickly and we will want all available power to the deflector shields as we will be absorbing this plasma and redirecting it into space. We might need power rerouted from the warp engines to buy us the needed energy."

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"Mr. Orlan, make the necessary adjustments. You'll have 8 seconds and some change of good solid view of the ground once the cloud cover dissipates. Relay that to Transporter Room 2."

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"Tactical, we will need a modified phaser blast and 7% lateral to the overall power strength of the beam. We'll need it in conjunction with the deflector stream to render enough of the planet's exosphere into heated plasma."

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"We only have one shot for this to work ladies and gentlemen. Move quick and efficient, I don't need to tell you whose life is at stake here."

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Re: S02Ep03 Home

Postby sail3695 » Mon Oct 03, 2011 3:59 pm

Commander Colin Byrne
First Officer, USS Eternity

He knew this fear.

It had visited itself upon him once before, many years ago, aboard a dying starship. Then, it had been his wife, refusing to abandon ship until she'd stabilized her last patient for transport. Heavy with an unborn child, she'd been steadfast to his urgent entreaties. His final order given, Colin had gone for her, but too late. She'd been claimed, spun away to the swirls of cruel time, lost to him. Trapped in the blackness of a turbolift shaft, he could only scream her name, before the temporal vortex had pitched him to an exile of his own...

Amelia was down there, and not breathing. Panic threatened to spin his mind out of control, terror welling inside the pit of his stomach. The transporter room had emptied, officers scattering to their duties, leaving him upon the deck, blind and crouched upon knees which seemed to wish no part of supporting him. "She's dying down there!" Colin's mind wailed passionately. "Do something! Anything!"

"Sir," the transporter tech said, "Just take it easy. A medic is on the way."

"Is Lt. Etal still there?" Colin asked, turning his head at the young man's voice.

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"Lieutenant.......Hmra," he rasped, "would you help me to my feet?"

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The Caitian's hands surprised him with their strength. It felt as if Hmra had lifted him with the slightest of efforts. A firm grip held his elbow as he tested his footing once more. "Thank you, Lieutenant," Colin said. "Help me to the bridge."

"Whoa! Wait a minute, sir!" A strange new voice, punctuated by the whoosh of the door, announced to Colin that the medic had arrived. He heard the clasp of a medkit, and soon came the sound of a medical tricorder as it hummed and popped before him. "Wow. Hey, Mitchell, two to direct beam to sickbay, now..."

"Belay that," Byrne interjected, before nearly bending double in a vicious spasm of coughing. He tasted copper, wiped his sleeve, and straightened again, speaking in the direction from which the medic's voice had issued. "I must go to the bridge, first."

"Sir, with all due respect, you must get to sickbay, and now. You just coughed up blood. Your lungs are hemorrhaging, and taking fluid. Your blood toxicity is off the charts, your skin has suffered chemical burns, and your eyes have shut down from the exposure. Your face looks like must hurt like hell, too. There's more, sir."

"One question," Colin croaked out. "Am I going to die in the next thirty minutes?"

"I......well.....maybe not," the medic stammered.

"Then tell the Doctor that I'll be there at my earliest convenience," the First responded in a hoarse whisper. "Hmra, let's be off, then."

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Under the gentle guidance of the Caitian engineer, the First Officer found himself deposited into a turbolift, the sudden upward thrust nearly spilling him to the deck. "Thank you for this," he said, his voice a grating whisper as he subconsciously tugged to straighten a uniform laid nearly to waste by the planet's hostility.

"The air of the bridge was thick with tension as Lt. Etal escorted Cdr. Byrne from the turbolift. He listened, intent as Capt. Maxwell issued a stream of orders.

Capt. Maxwell wrote:"Then we punch through it Lieutenant," Jim broached, "we make a hole in the exosphere long enough to get someone in there with a spare survival kit, find Lieutenant Moore and buy us some time."


Byrne nodded in silence; the order was sound, and thank god, a quick reaction. For a moment he stood, his posture held correctly by Etal, who stood with him. Maxwell offered orders, rapidfire, decisive, brilliant. This was not the tortured man who'd allowed himself to be surgically altered in the Vault those two awful years ago. This Jim Maxwell was The Captain, his authority unquestioned, his orders welcome to the ears of his subordinates. Had Colin not been on panic's edge for Amelia, he would have taken satisfaction from the strength exuded by his Captain.

Capt. Maxwell wrote:"We only have one shot for this to work ladies and gentlemen. Move quick and efficient, I don't need to tell you whose life is at stake here."


"Lieutenant Etal," Colin spoke in hushed tones, "please get me to my station."

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Re: S02Ep03 Home

Postby Mia Cummings » Mon Oct 03, 2011 8:04 pm

Lt Amelia 'Mia' Moore
Chief of Science/ Castaway
USS Eternity

Mia knew they'd be doing what they could to find her. So she knew she'd have to do what she could to stay alive. Breathing was foremost on her mind and she tore at her small leather bag for something, any thing she could use. The only thing she came up with was a small Semi-flexible transparent aluminum sample container that was currently filled with air from the ship and the ever present hypo. Timing was going to be crucial. Digging deeper she found what she wanted. A tube with a hard point to insert into the containers lid. Folding the tube to keep any of the air from escaping she jammed it in place on the third try, her hands were shaking so badly from trying not to breathe. She put the tube in her mouth letting it unfold and inhaled forcing herself to breathe slowly. It wasn't perfect.. and sooner or later there's be no oxygen left in this small container. But it gave her a little time. She took the hypo and set it for a mild sedative to slow her heart rate and thereby reduce the oxygen she would need. Then she clipped the hypo to her uniform. If they managed to find her alive.. they'd need to know she'd done that.


The temperature was dropping rapidly now. Another problem to solve. She took a moment to look around. The stairs below the landing were gone.. but there was a door right there on the landing she hadn't noticed before. Maybe she could find a modicum of shelter from the toxic atmosphere. She made her way back down to the door and pushed. Amazingly it opened fairly easily. She fumbled in her pouch and pulled out something thin and hard and scraped at the surface of the door, "A M".

She stepped inside and pushed the door shut behind her. She could feel the difference, however slight it was, from the less protected stairwell. She turned her wrist light back on and looked around. Amelia found herself in a short corridor another door at the opposite end beckoned. She moved down the dark hall and pushed at the door. There was a small hiss and she felt air, cool and refreshing blow against her skin. "Air" She thought excitedly, "There's air in here!"

She squeezed quickly into the room and pushed the door shut behind her. Something dug into her back and she reached behind her to find she still had her tricorder. She could tell she was getting low on O2 and getting giddy. She found herself giggling that she still had it. She turned it on and looked at the readings. The air was breathable. she spit out her makeshift breather and took a deep breath.

Sinking to the floor in front of the door she almost cried as she hugged her knees to her chest letting go of the tricorder, it's lights flickering with various readings she no longer payed attention to. "I've bought a little time," she thought, "let's hope it's enough."

As she sat there she thought about what had happened. Colin was safe, as was Red, and the rest of the away team. If they didn't find her in time, she could die happy with the thought that the others were safe. Although she feared Colin would have a long time in recuperating, but he was alive, that's what mattered. She lowered her head to her knees, the sedative making her tired. Now that she was out of the 'elements' her skin felt like it was on fire and yet she felt cold.
"Soon," she thought clinically, "the planet will no longer be able to sustain life or hold together."

"I hope Ensign Evers get's scans," She mumbled as her eyes drifted closed.

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Re: S02Ep03 Home

Postby Sonja Kinnunen » Mon Oct 03, 2011 10:19 pm

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U.S.S. Eternity, Bridge

Vreenak frowned when he saw the data coming in from the transporter rooms. There wasn't enough energy-matter conversion to account for a full recovery of the Away Team. The Romulan Engineer's fingers danced over the board, acutely aware of the volatile and hazardous situation on board ship and on the planet below. Anyone left behind would not be alive for long. Work on the sensors had progressed, but now they were looking for a person--the last person alive--on a planet with no beacon to guide their way. It was difficult enough to lock on to an active signal; now they were confronted with the need to find one of such low intensity--the electromagnetic field of a body.

"Engineering, we need to divert additional power to the sensors," Vreenak sent down to the teams in Main Engineering while his assistants manned the transporters.

"Sir, we're using emergency power to keep us in orbit."

Naturally, he could see that on the display from the bridge, but now wasn't the time for snide remarks. "Cut all non-essential systems." Further discussion was cut off when Barlow stormed onto the bridge suddenly to confront the Captain. The Romulan turned to observe their interaction, surprised at the Commander's behavior. Apparently he was particular attached to the Lieutenant left on the surface. More so than Vreenak had initially surmised. Unfortunate, especially since it was resulting in an altercation.

Before he could move to intervene, seeing signs of the emotional situation spiraling out of control, Red had struck. Security moved in to restrain him, which left Vreenak to return to his post. No time to get involve or watch. They were down to minutes, perhaps seconds.

Scott Orlan wrote:"Whatever is scattering our sensors in the atmosphere is also causing some subspace interference. It has intensified since the away team was beamed back. I doubt we would have a clear connection to any probes we sent down. We'll need to modify them to improve transmission quality and fidelity before we can launch them."


The conditions on the planet were worsening. The atmosphere was becoming increasingly hostile to their sensor scans. Vreenak narrowed his eyes at the readings, listening to what the rest of the bridge crew was discussing. He'd been ready to respond to Scott's need for modified sensor probes when the Captain resumed his post on the bridge. Not that Lieutenant Jamieson had been incapable of tending the bridge in his absence, but it appeared Maxwell had a comprehensive plan in mind.

James Maxwell wrote:"Mr. Vreenak," Jim began, moving the plan further into motion, "we'll be using the deflector dish to convert the ionize dust particles in the planet's atmosphere into plasma. You'll need to work quickly and we will want all available power to the deflector shields as we will be absorbing this plasma and redirecting it into space. We might need power rerouted from the warp engines to buy us the needed energy."


"Acknowledged," which was about all the time they had to discuss the matter. It was a comprehensive plan that stood a chance, however slight, of success. Also, Maxwell was the Captain.

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"Engineering," Vreenak opened the channel again, relaying instructions on rerouting all available energy to the deflector and shields. Everything short of life support was expendable at this point and by the time they were through they might even need that to snap out of orbit. "We need to generate subspace tractor beam. The schematics are being displayed on your consoles now. There isn't time for safety checks; reconfigure the emitter array as quickly as possible." There'd been a Federation use of this sort of tractor beam before; fortunately their resident Subspace Expert had experimented with such a thing before and given the schematics of this ship was certain they could have it operational faster than the last Federation usage. Not that they had much choice.

<Tag Engineering>

Not a cold hearted bastard, Vreenak turned to look back at Maxwell as he waited word from each station, "Captain, I recommend Security evacuate the sections near the deflector dish. Prolonged use may cause structural damage or radiation." There were consequences to not properly installing a sub-system or performing safety checks. On the other hand, the interference in this system would be easily surmounted by this tractor beam and they could siphon the plasma away as it came to life. Burning and pulling in a single go was certainly going to be a sight. Pity circumstances couldn't stand for a show.

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Re: S02Ep03 Home

Postby Kay Safford » Tue Oct 04, 2011 3:31 pm

(M) Capt Lauren Noujaim
Reaper Team XO/ Team Medic
Acting CMO
USS Eternity

Beamed directly to sickbay, Lauren didn't sigh in relief. She had work to do, she barely registered the pain of her own body, her exposed face had a deep gash down one side of her cheek where a falling piece of rock had hit her. Her hands, red, raw, cracked and bloodied in a few places.

She whipped off the respirator, handing it to a nurse who had come running up to her side. Ed Davidson met her second, to him it was she said. "Get a breathing tube down his throat, respiration the first thing we have to clear for him."

She looked back to the nurse, get me a basin of saline solution and a pair of rubber gloves, make it fast and meet me by the patient."

Lauren hurried over to the bio bed, Davidson was using a spreader and threading a breathing tub down the victims throat. Lauren couldn't do anything until her hands were cleansed, so she stood, watch, and gave out necessarily orders.

"Sally remove what's left of his cloths, get them to Science, there should be trace on them, that might help figure out what happened to the planet."

The nurse returned with the gloves and bucket of solution. "Ma'am, this is going to hurt wouldn't you..."

Lauren didn't wait for her to finish her sentence. There was no time, to think of her own comfort. She put her hands into the solution, letting out a deep rush of air as the stinging in her hands was intensified.

Thirty second she had to keep her hands in the solution for thirty seconds. She counted the time backwards in her head. !0, 9, 8..... Pulling her hands out she dried them off and let out a gasp as a few layers of skin stuck to the cloth and was ripped from her hands. Letting out a curse to relieve her mind of the pain she grabbed the rubber gloves and put them on.

Davidson was done tubing the patient, Sally was almost done removing what was left of his clothing. "We need to treat his skin. That trip in the poisonous air... He's not going to be very happy when he wakes up.

Davidson go get the tub ready, and make sure you add 150 cc's of Ryathan into the solution. The topical pain solution should at least make him more comfortable when we lower him into the tub. The tub was the nick name medical had given to the hydrolactic chamber that patients would be submerged in to treat all types of wide ranging skin conditions.

While the tub was being prepared Lauren set up a portable IV system. The patient needed re-hydration and nutrients, but they had to be entered slowly into his system, if they were entered to fast, he would just get ill and that would cause another set of problems.

They were ready now. Lauren and her teams started moving the patient to the hydrolacktic chamber. Security following at their heels. Lauren looked to one of the security personnel.

"You'll have to stay on the outside of the chamber, until we get him secured in the tub. There's not enough room in the chamber for all of us. You'll be able to visually see what's going on through the observation window. Once we get him set in the tub, half of the medical team will be filing out, you'll be able to enter the chamber at that point.

Security wasn't happy but there wasn't much they could do about it, the doctor wasn't lying the chamber was to small for everyone.

Lauren and her team lowered the patient into the tub, keeping his head and chest above the liquid line for the moment, his breathing tube was hooked up to a respirator and secured around his mouth to make an air tight seal. His nose was blocked off with a nose clip so no solution would enter his nasal cavities. His IV was changed to a longer tube and the bag was hooked to the side of the tub.

"Davidson you stay with me, The rest of you out so security can come in."

Lauren and Davidson lowered the patient into the solution as the medical team went out and security came in.

The patients was fully submerged now. If he opened his eyes the solution wouldn't hurt him, to him it would look like he was swimming underwater.

"Davidson, you stay in here and monitor the patient. Let me know at the first sign of complications, or when he wakes up."

Lauren left the little chamber. Ens Powers came up to her with a Padd in his hand. "Come on lets get you to a biobed you can read this while I treat the gash on your face, as well as your exposed skin. After we'll see what we can do about those hands of yours."

Before agreeing Lauren looked around sickbay, looking for any patients, and one from the away team that would need treatment, anyone from Reaper.....

Powers pretty much knew what Lauren was looking for. "There no other patients here now, we had one while you were busy. It's all on the padd come on." He started to lead her to a bio bed.

Lauren sat down on it as powers began treating her face, she began to read through the padd she was given. Her eyebrows lifted and she asked Powers. "How did the Captain end up with a broken nose?"

"I don't know ma'am scuttlebutt hasn't made it's way down here yet."

Lauren was quiet as her face and skin was treated. It wasn't until Powers was applying skin patches to her hands that Lauren spoke again.

"Has there been any news at all about the team that was on the planet?"

Dawson was quiet as he began wrapping her hands in a light gauze, the skin patches would need a couple of hours to form with Lauren's own skin, and then she would be good as new. And frankly he didn't want to be the one to tell her about the missing away team member.

Lauren frowned, why didn't he just answer. It had to be something and something bad, or he would have just said everyone was fine.

"Pow..." Lauren started to say, but stopped as Powers started to talk.

"Not everyone made it off the planet, one was left behind."

Lauren's eyes closed her body stiffened. "Who was it?" She said through tight lips. Her gut clenching with dread. Her mind running through all who it could be. Pale horse, Bruce, Petrov, Road Cone, Jon. She took a deep breath waiting for Powers to give her a name, her mind kept going through the list Barlow, Mia, Bryne, Yahan......."

"It was Lt Moore Lauren." Powers said "and before you ask I don't know if a search party is being formed, or what is being done to locate her."

Lauren hopped off the biobed when Powers finished wrapping her hands. No man left behind kept going through her mind. She wanted to armor up and go back to the transporter room, wanted to go back to the planet, search find.... She looked to the chamber on the far side of sickbay. She couldn't leave if something went wrong with this patient... She had to be here they need the info that was in that mans head. She ran her hand through her hair and winced as she caught her sensitive fingers in the tangled knotted mess of her hair.

"Inform the Captain that the patient is stable, I'll be able to give the Captain an up date in a few hours, but for now that's the only information we've got."

Lauren left main sickbay, turning into her office, she pulled the shades and closed the door. She replicated a new uniform, cleaned up herself as best she could, fixed her hair and donned her lab coat.

Powers wrote up the report and send it to Captain Maxwell as Lauren requested.

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Re: S02Ep03 Home

Postby The Writer » Tue Oct 04, 2011 4:46 pm

Captain James Maxwell
Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Eternity

ON:
LT. Vreenak wrote:"Captain, I recommend Security evacuate the sections near the deflector dish. Prolonged use may cause structural damage or radiation."


Captain James Maxwell adhered to his Chief Engineer's assessment, tapping at the holo-command and patching into ship wide coms. "Attention," he began, "this is the Captain. All hands relocate from Deck 11. I say again, all personnel on Deck 11 needs to evacuate within the next 5 minutes. Security will help with the evacuation. Ship wide General Quarters has been called. Repeat, the ship is at General Quarters."

<<Tag Security, Auxiliary Sickbay, Hocevar, Etal>>

He clipped the com channel off as he moved shifted in his seat towards Tactical. "Lieutenant Aerv, status on the modified phasers."

<<Tag Aerv>>

It was in the moment of an afterthought that Jim saw the mess that was his First Officer, his skin burned, eyes a flash of milk white. "What the hell are you doing here Number One…," he muttered in asking before realizing that the question poised was a moot one.

Again, Jim was on the horn. "Captain Noujaim. Your services are needed on the Bridge. Commander Byrne is in need of Medical Treatment."

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Re: S02Ep03 Home

Postby sail3695 » Tue Oct 04, 2011 4:49 pm

Lieutenant Marisol Hocevar
Assistant Engineer, USS Eternity

She stood in Transporter Room 2 as an angry Major Harmon paced on the transport pad, awaiting the opportunity to return to the planet's hostile surface. The first reports had come in, as well as her unavoidable listening to the Major's conversation with Capt. Maxwell.

Amelia Moore was below, without life support.

At the news, a lifetime of her family's religious dogma had asserted itself, causing the diminutive woman to genuflect, "mi dios" passing through lips which could only issue a horrified whisper. Though Mia had wrongly accused her, that hostility was now swept away by fear, and a sense of guilt that she hadn't done more to put the situation right between them. Now, as the precious seconds ticked by, Amelia's life hung in the balance. Like the woman who struggled for her life on the worsening surface, the ship seemed to hold it's breath.

She'd personally beamed Reaper Team aboard. In their body armor, they all seemed well and healthy. Hmra's reports of the officers' away team was not so comforting. Wounds from the collapsing building, along with chemical burns from the sudden toxicity of the atmosphere seemed to have touched every one of the team. Colin, she'd heard, was in a particularly bad way, blinded, his breathing worsening, and massively exposed to the caustic gasses of the planet. Yet, he'd asked Hmra to take him to the bridge, a silent testimony to his own feelings. "Another friendship I didn't make right," she thought as she, along with the Major and a transporter tech, waited for the word which would launch them into action. When it came, it was not what she'd expected, but Marisol lept into action as the chief engineer spoke.

Sonja Kinnunen wrote:"Engineering, we need to generate a subspace tractor beam. The schematics are being displayed on your consoles now. There isn't time for safety checks; reconfigure the emitter array as quickly as possible."


She nudged the transporter tech aside, calling up a remote display of her own console in Main Engineering. "It can happen," Marisol whispered to no one in particular, as dark brown eyes pored over the schematic, the flow paths, the alterations to the grid... "No, that'll take forever," she complained quietly. "Something quick...." Marisol tapped the screen, zooming in to the flow path variations and their routes, all of which converged through Deflector Control on Deck 11.... The solution, when it arrived, was physical, and very, very old school... "This is what he's talking about," she thought of her chief.

"Hocevar to Vreenak. We're on it, sir," she replied hurriedly with a tap to her commbadge. "Jonesy, beam me there," the assistant engineer ordered, landing a slender finger upon the Deflector Control compartment. Shouldering her tool pouch, Marisol stepped onto the transport deck, next to Major Harmon. "Bring her home, sir," the tiny woman said, her eyes looking upward into his, registering their feelings in a single meaningful glance as she laid a hand upon his arm.

<Tag Harmon, Vreenak>

"Alright, Jonesy," she said. "Engage."

Deflector control was ordinarily unmanned. Many of the functions could be duplicated from the Engineering station on the bridge, or via the main and trans warp engineering sections. A living presence in this compartment often signaled maintenance, combat, or punishment, given the almost uncomfortably high temperatures present, due to it's proximity to the forward deflector array. The joke had been, "work there for a day, and all your children will be born with two heads." Marisol had scoffed at this. She knew the chances for exposure, and didn't fear the dose of any particulate she might receive while engaged in the compartment.

But subspace changed everything.

Turning the deflector into a subspace tractor, sucking in converted atmospheric plasma and shunting it off into space, presented a host of unknowns. Vreenak was right when he mentioned "no time for safeguards." To her mind, there were none for this circumstance. Wall panels clattered to the deck as she tore into the deflector drive components. Precious seconds ticked past....this had to happen now. She needed two more hands, highly skilled ones at that...

"Hocevar to Etal!" Marisol said urgently into her commbadge. "I need you now, Main Deflector Control on Deck 11. Bring an EV suit."

<Tag Etal>

Diving back into the aux drive matrix with bare hands and a spanner she thought at first that this violated safety procedures. "Like the little dose I'm taking now will compare to how I'll cook when we kick this into high gear." With luck, Hmra alone, protected in her EV suit, could oversee the transference. If not, Marisol would remain, and hope that Dr. Noujaim had something stronger than Hyronalin B for the radiation painting she'd take.

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Re: S02Ep03 Home

Postby Kay Safford » Tue Oct 04, 2011 5:28 pm

(M) Capt Lauren Noujaim
Reaper Team XO/ Team Medic
Acting CMO
USS Eternity

Lauren's head came up as her name was called, a medical emergency on the bridge....

He hand tapped her combadge and she winced. "On my way" she said in a bit of a strained voice. She'd have to remember gentle movements for the next few hours, Because she wouldn't take any medication, pain meds clouded her mind, and she needed to stay sharp.

She grabbed her med kit and a pair of rubber gloves, and left her office at a run. Entering the turbo lift she called out "Bridge" She waited for the ride tapping her foot, she was in short supply of patience today.

The turbo lift door opened with a swoosh. Lauren stepped out onto the bridge, she looked around for Commander Bryne. Once she laid her eyes on him she growled low in her throat, he should have immediately been beamed to sickbay.

She made it to his side, setting her med kit down she slipped the gloves over the bandages on her hands, and snapped open her med kit, she took out and oxygen nose piece. "Cmdr Bryne, it's Lauren." She said noticing that he couldn't see out of his eyes. "I'm going to start you on oxygen right here, breath deeply once it's in place. After I'm going to get you to sickbay, You need your eyes treated, as well as your skin and further treatments for your lungs."
Lauren attached the oxygen piece under and around Colin's nose.

<tag Colin>

Lauren lifted her eyes up to Captain Maxwell. "Sir would it be possible to get two beamed to sickbay please?"

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Re: S02Ep03 Home

Postby The Writer » Tue Oct 04, 2011 5:42 pm

Captain James Maxwell
Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Eternity

ON:
Again, the Captain of the Eternity was clipped into the com-channel, his frequency shifting to Transporter Room 1. "Transporter Room. Lock onto Captain Noujaim's and Commander Byrne's signal and beam both to Sickbay."

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Re: S02Ep03 Home

Postby sail3695 » Tue Oct 04, 2011 5:53 pm

Commander Colin Byrne
First Officer, USS Eternity

"No," Colin replied, his voice a harsh rasp. "Not yet, Doctor. I have to know.......have to.....know..."

He'd listened, silent witness to the efforts of Eternity's crew to bring about Amelia's rescue. Lt. Vreenak, delivering calm, concise orders to Marisol, who had in turn located herself on the soon to be inhospitable Deck 11, soon to be joined by Hmra Etal. Sarah, Scott, Janelle, all riding this bridge, working as a team. Jo Jamieson had taken science, Amelia's post. He would never again deny his love for Amelia Moore, and in this moment, Colin felt a love for each of this crew, as well.

Amelia, still down there, several minutes with nothing to breathe....and here he sat, an O2 feed comfortably pumping oxygen into his system, an attentive doctor who wished to treat him. "She'd saved me...." Colin thought, fighting down the horrifying image of the auburn haired woman who might now lie choking to death in the frozen hell of Holly 7. Fear, deep and nearly uncontrollable, caused him to grip the arms of his chair as he fought to maintain control of himself.

"Lauren.....please. Please," he asked of the doctor.

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