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S02Ep04 Hope

Postby The Writer » Tue Dec 06, 2011 11:49 am

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 4 "Hope"
Captain Jim Maxwell is no more the man he was, assimilated by the Borg Collective now ruled by Sion "Xatrix" Logan, he has become nothing but a shell, a new pawn for the Borg King to move into play.

This episode opens for play on January 08, 2012
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Prologue

Postby The Writer » Tue Dec 27, 2011 11:19 am

Prologue
"Fate"
By Gabriel "The Writer" Logan

Captain James Maxwell stood in a daze. His reality shaken as he was ripped from the Bridge of the Eternity. Where he was now, who had taken him was irrelevant, he knew those answers, had seen it within dream. The Legacy had shown his end, how it was to happen, the hour and the moment. The Captain had adhered to his fate, knowing that it was the only avenue to approach some semblance of victory considering the scope of the situation and the future predicted.

He stood in a grand amphitheater, the vastness of its interior, the dash of green and blue light held heavily in shadowed complacency of the Collective. A mesh of biological and machine merged into the architecture and motif of the expansive room. Long columns intersected segments of the walls, the ridges and curvatures impressing the human spine with stints of skull and bone intermixing with the larger portions of black metal that crosshatched up and stretched as if they were not plate but muscle fibers; the amphitheater not a room but the inside of a larger more impressive beast. Above him, space, a separation between himself and the stardust field beyond, of blue energy that was of listless cataclysm; a heavy degree of illumination stemmed from this marvel, casting most of the long room in a haphazard mismatch of blues, reds, blacks, and greens.

"Captain James Maxwell," came a voice, powerful, whose production came from within the room itself, "Commanding Officer of the Starship Eternity."

The force of the voice was daunting echoed almost to an ear shattering masterpiece. As if the very room saw Jim as a friend, and wished him welcome. The Captain of the Eternity did nothing, merely stood, noting the change in the room, following the scope of the coming illumination with passive regard.

The floor, a trim of black metal and green light began to vibrate. Contrails of energy began to snake towards the back end, illuminating the series of steps that led to a stage of sorts; the illumination of light breaking upon a makeshift throne. Upon that throne of metal and bone sat a being, an amalgamation of machine and man that sat perched and connected via a series of black tubular snakes that seemed to vibrate in matched rhythm to the floor's now growing pulse. One arm on the throne's rest while the other sat on his right knee, his metal fingers lightly tapping the plate of exposed metallic bone of his knee. The man seemed to glair at the Jim with eyes that danced in a series of firelight red, piercing the Captain as the being took to a slight grin. As he did so, the many tendrils of black tubes filed out of him, retracting in sequence before shuffling up into the shadows of the ceiling above. As the being took step, light seemed to follow him, his metal feet clasping onto the floor in a twilight of green embed energy.

He was dressed in dark fabric, a robe of matched tatters of oily leather that seemed to shimmer in green as the light danced over the textile. It's cloth hung from his shoulders, passed down lose towards his feet, covering his legs like the contrails of a long coat or duster. The center chest was open, revealing the flesh of his former humanity. What little that existed had been pulled, stretched over metallic bright bone that glinted. This stretched skin, as if the human part was a mere afterthought, followed in the man's face which had still had construct of a man, but held beneath the bright metal and dark power of the Borg Collective. Through tears of his flesh, Jim saw the android underneath; through the mesh of white hair that seemed to flow at shoulder length, he could see the roots of the strands like that of a dolls head, the separations from one root to the other spanning enough to reveal the metallic bone of the creature's skull. The man held his hair back from his face in this way, the pulling and stretching of these roots compounding so that the hairline receded enough to give him a more regal appearance. As he came to the forefront of Jim's attention, the Captain taking in all the details of the demon machine, it smiled, the sunken in cheeks of stretched skin revealing in ribboned fiber the underlay teeth and gum line.

The man stood there, a smile on his face, expecting something; and, to this, Jim was the first to interject. "You have me at a disadvantage…,"

"You have no idea," the machine man spoke, his hands going behind his back as he walked around Maxwell. "I was expecting…, something more from a man who holds ties to the Legacy."

Jim splashed a look that yielded surprise, though briefly, it was a long enough look that allowed the machine man to acknowledgement. "Yes," it said, "we know of it. It comes from the source after all, does it not." He took step behind Jim, his red eyes finding lock on the positronic spine that glowed in brilliant blue. "…, and this…," the beast began, "…, this must be the conduit." Its hand broke from its back, his metal flanges lightly caressing the blue illuminated implant, "…, most impressive."

Again, the man walked around Maxwell, finishing his circumference, his, evaluation. "Tell me," he said as his feet carried him back to the front of Jim's attention, "did it hurt?"

Jim let silence dictate his answer. His thoughts playing across to the events that had led to this moment. The Followers of Nero, the Eternity bastardized into Follower Technology and the unyielding avenue that that tech ripped his humanity, and, further, destroyed everything that he loved. Memories flooding of Julia, of times before the war, before the Council…,

"Impressive," the man finally approached, again, that half lipless grin finding a spot in the conversation. He turned swiftly, his hands behind his back. "I imagine the Legacy has shown you many things," he continued to walk away expecting Jim to follow.

He did, and as his feet followed the trails of the machine man's footfalls, images and scenes ignited to his left and right. At first, Jim was taken aback by the sudden appearance of color and sound, his focus shifting to understanding and immediately recognizing all the images as compilations of his dreams, those vivid nightmares that haunted his slumber. Visions that, if close enough to the Timeline, would render into concrete informational nodes.

"…, things that you haven't entirely understood nor has your Timeline constructed to concrete prediction." The man walked through one of the informational screens, the splash of his form flowing through the image was like a rock dropped in water. The images wavered in a single form fitted ripple before stilling enough for Jim to see what destiny it was foretelling.

It was The End. The Borg Collective, changed in reflection to the machine man's image, descending upon Earth. Federation fleeing, starships being effortlessly destroyed despite their upgrades and despite the technology the Cerberus Class line permeated. It was no match for the Borg and their ships. Through all this, the demon man with white hair looked upon his work with glowing red eyes.

Then, just as suddenly as the images of the future played, they disappeared, vanishing into the contrast of the amphitheater. Maxwell watched as the prophecy of The End meshed into the form of the machine man, the demon within the video a direct reflection of the being he now was in concert with. "Beginning to grasp it Captain," the question bent beyond as the dark entity took a seat at his throne; right leg crossed over his left, hands pressed on the armrests.

The room grew silent again, the dull hum of power leveling the dull crack of the energy separation in the ceiling above. "What is your point," Jim finally stated, "what is the reason for this meeting?"

"An opportunity Captain," the demon approached as his metal hands crossed into one another, index fingers rapping upon one another as his chin lay cross behind. "You and I have seen this End, know when it will come and what it will bring. I offer truce between you and I."

"Truce?"

"It has been done before," the Borg devil proclaimed, his facial features in pondering as his right eyebrow raised slightly. "Was it not Voyager who allied themselves with the Collective to bring the means of combatting the Undine*. It is not a foreign concept….,"

"Yet the Collective has that tenacity of conquering to the point of double cross," Jim expressed of which the machine man slightly nodded.

"I will not say that my predecessors were not power hungry beyond themselves. However, you can see that the Collective is now under…, new management."

"…, but with the same tendencies," again the Captain of the Eternity added taking root in the conversation, "the end is an inevitability, a process, an event that is beyond the scope of my actions."

"Humanity is flawed," the machine man pressed, "you mettle, you develop beyond that which you don't understand. You have no order, and you will bring death to yourselves and those around you given the choice." He settled, leaning back. "I offer order to that chaos."

Jim knew that this wasn't a negotiation, nor was it an offer. It was ether this or death, a subject of choice between those two halves and nothing else. "If I accept then what? You take what information the Legacy streams into me and find course to hasten the timetable."

"Exactly," the man stated. "From what it has shown, the End will come in nearly an Earth year's time. Given the information willingly by the Conduit, we will be able to subjectively manipulate events to bring humanity's next evolution within days if not weeks. With the Collective, humanity will understand to walk before trying to run."

Jim nodded briefly before turning in on himself, reflective in thought for merely the showmanship of it, his choice had been made the moment he forced the Council into building the Eternity.

"Regrettably, I must decline."

"Think clearly now Captain James Maxwell," the machine man proclaimed as he leaned forward, "you said it yourself, the end is coming, there is not an avenue of approach to circumvent it or stop it. This end will come and it will be by my hand. You can ether join or accept your fate."

"It is not fate," Jim stated, "it is choice. And you cannot see beyond your own self Sion…,"

The Borg King grinned, again surprised and impressed by Jim Maxwell. Knowing his identity, what humanity once called him before he was reborn as a God.

"There are other ways, other choices and my death will bring them so that when the End happens, when man stands on that precipice staring out over the next evolution, they will be given a choice other then enslavement."

Sion was again in concert with his thoughts, his metal hands going to rest in ponder on his chin. "Choice," he mumbled, "seems as if you have made it."

Passingly, Sion motioned his right hand, signaling with thought an assimilation tubular to strike into Jim's neck. The sudden whip motion and the draw of pain locked into the Captain's body so harshly that he fell to his knees as the infection spread in black lines across his face. He gasped as he felt the nanomachines within his blood stream, the battle between the Follower Tech and the new Borg Collective's, the tiny microscopic war being waged within him was like fire in his veins. He gasped for air as the fire hit his lungs.

Sion approached, a smile on his face as he kneeled down, his face close to Jim's "Death is too easy…,"

Jim laughed, despite the pain as his skin along his face cracked, the bleeding red of Borg firelight seeping through the canyons created. "You and I are nothing but instruments to a greater purpose."

"Purpose," Sion answered, "what purpose does humanity have other than to serve us."

Again Jim laughed. "When you think back on this Sion, when your role in this is over," he began, his eyes turning red as the assimilation process took a deeper hold, "you will see that I was the voice of reason."

"I have other plans dear Prophet."
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Re: S02Ep04 Hope

Postby The Writer » Mon Jan 09, 2012 10:26 am

Player Note: The following events take place after the conclusion of previous episode. Writers are to write their characters through the below events up to the current timeline within the below situations:

VGer Away Team: Trapped in Amphitheater
Eternity Bridge Crew: Trapped onboard the Eternity with Life Support Systems failing
Eternity Sick Bay Survivors: Sealed on Deck with EMH Program activated
Eternity Main Engineering Crew: Sealed in Main Engineering. Warp Plasma Coolant tanks explode dumping toxic gas
Eternity Crew Remnants (Crewmen not held up in pocket areas): Sealed on the regarded deck with Life Support Systems failing

Overall: Life Support and Environmental Controls are failing, crew interaction with the ship has been cut off with console commands not responding.

Story Note:
The Eternity is held fastened in the harbor within VGer; large mechanical arms swinging into place, violently snapping into the hull plate of the once mighty Cerberus Class starship. The crew quakes within as the ship is moved along the axis of the bender beams above, its journey taking it deeper into the heart of VGer. Eventually, the ship finds its place among the other remnants of scavenged starship's; disregarded, left to rot. The Eternity holds momentarily before suddenly being swung up in altitude towards a higher portion of the interior starship graveyard until coming to another stop.

From further above, green illumination beckons, pulsating at first before brightening to fullness. Mechanical tentacles snake outward, large tubulars branch out like the legs of a spider, at the tips, spikes, nearly twelve feet thick and double that in longevity. These spikes slam into the Eternity, passing through the triple hull plate of the ship and piercing into the ship within, stopping harshly as the tips connect to the starship's interior frame.

Ceilings fall, walls crumble, plate breaks away as these dark flanges grip the Eternity further before sharing in the pulsating rhythm of green power of their origin. Along the radi of the tentacles, metal separates, the dark composite breaking to reveal life within. Nanomachines, set to infect, to poison, and to change.

The exterior of the Eternity grows cold, the color of the nanoweave turning from its blueish grey hue to a sick black that seems to sleek and bend like oil. Along the interior, systems fail, an entire ship turning dark before being bathed in the red illumination of emergency lighting. Consoles and holographic projection systems quell on and off as the nanomachines change the systems, rewriting them and giving clearance for the ship's new master; the Conduit, a being once called Captain James Maxwell.

The Conduit hears the Eternity, its new life force now pictured clear as if from a haze. The amphitheater within VGer again stirs as the Conduit and the Eternity become one. Then, the Conduit feels something..., a foreign body, a threat to the connection, like a virus...,

..., the former crew...., an infection no longer required....,

Containment begins, the Conduit initiating lockdown of the Eternity as metal plated doors slam into place, locking upon access points and corridor traffic lines. Life Support is cut, twenty die gasping, scratching at themselves before suffocating. An EPS Conduit over-clocks, explodes, kills eleven. In Engineering, the warp plasma coolant tanks blow, a deadly poison flooding, those that are caught in the green are disolved, cleansed of their organic compounds in a firestorm of screams and pain. Those that survive clamber up towards the second level, like ants to water, knowing full well that they only prolong the inevitable.

In Sickbay, an ally is found, a program. That program is re-written to the purpose shared by its master, to cleanse humanity from the ship. The EMH's image flickers momentarily towards this before coming back online fully; changed in appearance and purpose.
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Re: S02Ep04 Hope

Postby The Writer » Mon Jan 09, 2012 10:51 am

Story Note:
Within VGer

Without pause, Sion "Xatrix" Logan, the Borg King, waves his right arm, signaling a series of assimilation tubulars to the forefront from the shadows of the Amphitheater's ceiling. They lash out, one striking Commander Colin Byrne from his wheelchair, the resounding slap knocking the Commander to the ground and slicing the wheelchair away. The others snake so swiftly that their speed and movements are nothing more than a blur. They grasp the other members of the party by the arms and legs before pulling them up from the theater's floor only to hang in mid air. Their fate subjugated by the whim of the Borg's Ruler.

"You should have taken the deal Commander Byrne," Logan states as he waves another command, the tentacles now tightening and pulling, causing pain to the ensnared crewmen. "Now watch helplessly as you are destroyed."

A floating screen, large, erupts from thin air, depicting the Eternity being harbored and changed by the new inbound infection, snippets of death by the hands of the Conduit flashes across the viewer, Eternity crewmen dying.

"You do not deserve to see your new world...,"

The tentacles tighten more as a wave of green power flows through them, shocking the ensnared crewmen.

<<Tag Byrne, Sorveck, James, Jo Jamieson>>
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Re: S02Ep04 Hope

Postby The Writer » Mon Jan 09, 2012 12:13 pm

LTCMDR Rick Barlow
Suspended Officer, U.S.S. Eternity

ON:
Lieutenant Commander Rick Barlow was busy handing out weapons as his collection team returned to Main Engineering. The former Second had slung a rifle over his own shoulder while holstering a side arm before dividing out the rest to the scattered crewmen that worked tirelessly all around.

When Red passed a pistol over to Lieutenant Scott Orlan, a feeling of remorse pulled across him; a feeling of deep apology. Barlow felt he owed it to the man, having requested not only the Trent Class to be the mainstay runabout for the Eternity, but also its designer to come along as ship's Ops. It was on his tongue, a sorry, an apology, a, 'sorry things are so messed up right now, I didn't want this for you or your ship,' when a low rumble began to quake through the Eternity. Red could feel it through the boots on his feet. Something more than a tremor, but something less than impending doom. Red forced a stern face before turning his attention back to the busy Operations Officer. A sorry wasn't going to cut it. To this, Red nodded, leaving a few clips with Scott before hurrying off.

<<Tag Orlan>>

Next would be the charges, a series of explosives and detonators. "Marisol," Red called, motioning for the small Engineer to come closer as he walked towards the goodies pulled from the Armory. "I brought back enough explosives to cover the major areas of Engineering. Access points, a few here and there. Probably not enough to mount a feasible defense, but thats why we have guns."

A violent shake, this one close enough that Red's right hand sprang to still himself from falling all the while he gripped Marisol, stilling her enough to where she could keep to her feet. "I'll take the main point on this level, you get second and we'll get third…,"

The emergency lighting went out, bathing the entire facility in darkness. "****," was all Barlow could voice before turning towards his personal flashlight, turning the small LEDs on to bath what was in front of him in partial illumination. He caught glimpse of worry on his friend's face. "Did we lose main power…," it was a question rhetorically placed as Red had long ago disregarded any notion of knowing what the hell was going on.

<<Tag Hocevar>>

Throughout Engineering, flashlights were being ignited as Red made his way over to the MSD which had long since grown cold. "Whats the deal Vreenak," he came to regard as his fingers punched into the blackness of a dead console the resounding trill of a chirp noting that access wasn't allowed? "You forget to pay the electric bill?" The humor wasn't entirely warranted, but it was a cooping mechanism for the former Second, something he fell back on when things were pressing.

<<Tag Vreenak>>

"I'll see if I can reroute power manually from somewhere," Barlow stated as he huffed a sigh of frustration. If anything they could tie a power cell or two to the console to get something…, unless all ship systems were dead and not just console control. He knew of a couple coupler junction boxes just outside the corridor near CI5, the junction 5 and 6 flow system could be rerouted. "Etal," he played waving his friend over, "I'll need a hand…,"

<<Tag Etal>>

Together they made their way to the main door, finding it closed. As he walked further towards it, Red bumped his nose, the door not responding to his presence and opening. In instinct, Rick placed his hand over his nose. "Damn it," he sparked, "that hurt…, and I hope it was as funny as it looked." He rubbed at it before moving over to the maintenance access panel and pulling out two magnetic handles, handing one over to Etal. "What do you think…, on three," he said, slapping the manual door opener on the left side of the door's middle seam?

Together they opened the door, finding that another had been locked into place. A large triple plated dark metal that had rooted itself not only through the floor into a inlet latch, but also encompassed the better part of the wall. "Who initiated the lockdown," Red thought aloud as his hand ran over the cold metallic surface. He knew that there wasn't a way out if the lockdown had been started. But he also designed the system to give warning before the lock down was initiated, a 60 second window give or take before everyone was sealed inside. It was the same concept as the ship's of old, emergency lockdown of bulkheads and passageways when threat of flooding. Though, in this case, threat of core breech or compromise of warp core. "Guess we don't need to worry about mounting a feasible defense," he concluded rapping against the door with a balled up fist. "…, I guess the Bridge was thinking ahead….,"

The lights again flickered, the emergency lighting this time remaining on as consoles flared to life. "I didn't do it," Red yelled over to Vreenak waving his hand to note that Engineering had been sealed.

Then, another wrench was thrown….,

Eternity's Computer wrote:Warning Warp Core Coolant Tanks approaching dangerous levels. Warp Core shutdown failure. Repeat. Warp Core Coolant Tanks approaching dangerous levels. Warp Core shutdown failure.


"What…," Red breathed as he rushed over to a nearby console, through the flickering display, he caught it. Coolant levels were accelerating, higher than normal, fast approach the red line of combustion. "Damn," he sparked as he tapped to start the warp core shutdown sequence, the trill chip finding solidus in concluding that it wasn't an approachable option. "Come on baby…, come on…," he sparked trying to initiate the vent fans so that the coolant wouldn't rupture.

Nothing. No hope. And, as if by way of the Eternity giving Barlow the middle finger, his console sparked into death; Red's hands fleeting from the electrical storm. "We need to get the hell out of here…,"

It was too late. He heard the crack before seeing the wave of green gas funnel out of the two glowing tanks on the left and right side of the Eternity's warp core. It rolled thick outward splashing against the interior walls of the chamber before filing out into the rest of the facility. "****," Red again quickened as his mind raced to possibilities of an exit. He looked over at the sealed door. "****," again, his mind snapping towards answers.

The coolant gas was toxic, it dissolves organic compounds and, from what Red learned in the academy, it wasn't all too pleasant as he saw the effects done on mice. Nothing was left of them besides a pool of plasma. The coolant was heavy, the gas not able to climb like other gases as its weight was comparable to liquid nitrogen gas or mercury filament.

"EVERYONE TO THE SECOND LEVEL!" Red shouted as he waved his hands to grab attention, his hands and arms motioning over to access ladders and platforms that led up to Main Engineering's Second floor. "MOVE IT! MOVE IT!"

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Re: S02Ep04 Hope

Postby Dr Doug » Mon Jan 09, 2012 12:37 pm

Dr Douglas H. Harris looked around the sickbay, somehow feeling different about everything he saw. He stroked his chin, noticing his beard was now gone, instead he opted to put his hand through his now blonde hair. He took a step forward towards a patient with a glimmer in his eye.
"Please be calm during the upcomming procedure, at the end you're going to be Legen... let me check your medical profile, looks like you're not lactose intolerant which is good, because the next part is DARY. Legendary." He smirked maliciously as he began to secure his patient to the table and do some scans.
"It looks as if you have some injuries in your arm, I'm afraid we'll have to remove it, but do not worry I have a replacement for it."
A Low grumble started from within his "throat" and it grew until it formed into a laugh so devious, so maniacal it could only be called...horrible.

He began to work on amputating the arm of the patient as his laugh echoed through the room.
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Re: S02Ep04 Hope

Postby Dr Doug » Mon Jan 09, 2012 12:37 pm

Dr Douglas H. Harris looked around the sickbay, somehow feeling different about everything he saw. He stroked his chin, noticing his beard was now gone, instead he opted to put his hand through his now blonde hair. He took a step forward towards a patient with a glimmer in his eye.
"Please be calm during the upcomming procedure, at the end you're going to be Legen... let me check your medical profile, looks like you're not lactose intolerant which is good, because the next part is DARY. Legendary." He smirked maliciously as he began to secure his patient to the table and do some scans.
"It looks as if you have some injuries in your arm, I'm afraid we'll have to remove it, but do not worry I have a replacement for it."
A Low grumble started from within his "throat" and it grew until it formed into a laugh so devious, so maniacal it could only be called...horrible.

He began to work on amputating the arm of the patient as his laugh echoed through the room.
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Re: S02Ep04 Hope

Postby FSF Bourne » Mon Jan 09, 2012 2:57 pm

Jo Jamieson
Civilian Consultant, U.S.S Eternity

Jo watched as the tentacles splayed across the ampitheater, the waver above each crew member before crashing down around them, attacking swiftly in a single wave that left no hope of escape. Jo tried to duck, her attempt thwarted by a secondary tentacle pinned her right leg while the first quickly ensnared her, its designs on her unknown and yet, still, Jo couldn’t help but squirm and wriggle for the freedom she so desired.

“Sar...” Her voice pale and weak as she realised where they had come, these few crewmembers chosen for death at the foot of the majesty, the Borg king himself. Images of the Eternity flash across her vision, in her panic Jo wasn’t sure if they were memories or something being fed through live as she spat and scrambled to be free. Her adrenaline was up, muscles tense and a fire burning deep within her yet, something sparked in her mind; it was small, an ember at most, and yet its constant thumping built slowly. Her eyes watered, the cold steel tightening on her limbs in an attempt, she presumed, to severe her parts in to several smaller sections. Jo fought, the ember now a rising fire in the pit of her stomach, something she yearned to say yet had not come to terms with what, exactly, she meant by it.

“STOP!” She screamed louder than she remembered ever screaming before, her mouth open wide, dry lips cracking as she forced her jaw outwards and looked around for something constant that might anchor her to the current situation. The Eternity. The image on the screen of the flailing ship burned in to her eyes, Sarah’s life hung on a knife edge along with the other crew members. She wasn’t about to let her down. Jo squeezed her eyes tight and searched the room, from the floor the architecture confused rather than pleased her eye and finally she found the corner where it stood. The Borg King proud of his place in this universe, proud to take his first victims.

“Why us?!” Jo shouted, to Colin, to Sion, she didn’t know. “Why were we brought here exclusively?” The pain from the tentacles made her catch her breath, she winced and continued. “We - Each of us alone - Challenged Maxwell. They could have transported the entire crew here and been done with it in minutes and yet they decided to bring us to this place. We didn’t accept his rule without question, we challenged and pushed for truths he wasn’t going to answer.” Tears streaked down her hot flushed cheeks. “What if that’s the reason we’re here? This is a challenge!” She could hardly form the thought to say it, let alone make out what it meant herself. Jo had turned her head away from the darkness that consumed Sion and looked for Colin across to her left, searching his face through tears of pain for any recognition; hoping this made sense to someone other than herself.

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Re: S02Ep04 Hope

Postby Kay Safford » Mon Jan 09, 2012 4:29 pm

Lt Lauren Noujaim
CMO
USS Eternity

Maj Jon Harmon
MCO
USS Eternity


Lauren stood outside the door to the room Jon, Thera, and Road Cone were in. She watched Road Cone and Thera leave with slight frowns on their faces. She gave them a nod as they passed and received nods in return. Lauren could have walked in the door at that moment. Letting Jon know she was there, but she waited, giving him a few moments of privacy.

All the diagnostics on his armor showed good, while he didn’t really know if he’d need the armor or not, he always felt better having it in uncertain situations. Feeling like he was somewhat more ready for whatever came next, he left the auxiliary sickbay.

Lauren heard his foot steps echoing in the deserted room as he came closer to the door. "And just were do you think you are going?" She said loudly enough for him to hear, and hopefully he wouldn't be startled. That's why she spoke to him and not just stepped into the door way. It's bad to sneak up on an armed Marine ready for battle.

Jon kept walking past her as she spoke, not flinching a bit, “Thought I’d start by checking on RT, and see what we can do to assist in the current situation.”

"That's what you thought huh?" Lauren said stepping up and keeping pace beside him. "You might want to pause for a moment and think about following me back to sickbay."

“Well from what I understand, you requested that someone from RT rig explosives charges figured I’d check them first.” He said crawling into a Jefferies Tube and starting the climb to deck 7.

Lauren crawled into the Jefferies tube behind him, and sighed. Jon was a Marine stubborn and bullheaded, a brain injury was nothing to him, but to her, she knew what could happen, but at the same time she completely understood what Jon was doing, he had to check on the team, he had to do what he could to help the crew and the ship. She sighed again. "OK here's the deal, I'm not going to stop you from doing what you feel you must, but you have to watch you heart rate, do not let it increase above a walking rate. So slow down."

“We go much slower, we’ll be going backwards.” He said, but slowed down a little bit. “After everything calms down around here, I’ll come in for a full examination, I promise.” He said hoping to appease her. “But let’s face it, with the ship in its current condition, you couldn’t do a full exam anyway, the suit monitors my vitals, so at least you can keep an eye on me.”

"Jon twenty minutes ago I had my hands in side of that thick skull of yours. I don't need to give you a full exam. The bubble I removed....." She paused " Look just keep your heart rate down, I know your a Marine and not a Navy Seal, but you should be able to focus and keep the rate down"

Jon rolled his eyes and kept climbing; they only had about a deck left to climb. He was looking forward to the ship being back to normal; it’d make his talks with the good doctor much shorter. “And I thought you were annoying when you were just a medic.”

Lauren frown as she climbed, the comment stung a bit, she took a breath, talking to his backside was not how she wanted to do this, but what choice did she have. "About that, I'm sorry I wanted to tell you in person, wanted you not to have to find out about it reading a report. You deserved better then that. I was on my way to tell you when all hell broke loose." Literally she thought, she still had the long jagged angry red scar on her neck to prove it.

Jon opened the hatch and peered out into the deck, “I knew it was going to happen as soon you got assigned there. You were a good medic, but I think you’re going to be happier in sickbay.” Jon said moving down the corridor towards sickbay.

Lauren excited onto the deck just steps behind him. She looked around at the security measures already being set up. She picked up her pace and walked beside Jon before she said to him. "Maybe so, at the moment it feels like I've filled one hole only to have another one open up. You all became my family, your yelling and screaming at me during those first six months, well it literally saved my life, you have no idea, well maybe you do, I'm sure you took the time to look into my back ground as soon as I was assigned to your team. I guess I'm just trying to say, in the few moments I get by myself, I miss the team. I miss you." Lauren shook her head trying to clear it from the heavy thoughts. She forced her voice to go back to normal. "But hey at least you get rid of a pain in your butt."

“Thank God for lifes little blessings.” He said in a sarcastic tone. “We aren’t going anywhere, I can’t foresee this ship not needing RT anywhere in the future… you just gotta get used to not wearing the armor, carrying the weapons, or killing people.”

" But, but I don't wanta give up the weapons." She said in a playful pouty voice, before continuing in her normal voice. "I've already lost my KABAR, do I really have to give up the other toys to? Besides on this ship having a small arsenal secured in sickbay isn't a bad idea."

“Gonna have to come up with your own arsenal, most of your equipment and weapons belong to the Marine Corps, can’t have ‘em if you’re not a Marine.” Jon turned the corner heading towards sickbay, his brain taking account of all the damage that he was passing, looking at potential DFP’s ((defensive Fighting Positions)) “Let’s get through this, and we’ll talk about KABAR’s”

Lauren smirked and started climbing around debris, "Oh this is nothing wait till you see what I've had rigged up in sickbay. You always said use what ever you can as a weapon if need be...."

Jon smiled, though it couldn’t be seen through the polarized visor, “At some point, Doctor, you’re going to have to start thinking more like a medical practitioner, and less like a weapon.” Jon watched as the amount of Fleeters picked up the closer they got to sickbay. It was obvious they were setting up a sanctuary. Someplace much easier to defend then the entire ship, at the same time, it also meant keeping all the eggs in one basket. He shrugged it off, it’s what they had to work with.

"The day I stop looking at every angle is the day I die. Have you taken a look at my neck? I'm telling you sickbay is a war zone. I swear I was safer out in the field." Lauren chucked humor was her coping skill to defuse a stressful situation. She stopped when they reached the doors of sickbay and they hissed open. She looked around the room with pride in her eyes, in the short time she was gone the set up she wanted had really started coming along. To Jon she said we've got five piles of debris strategically placed around the open body of main sick bay, which Bruce is now rigging up directional explosives to. All critically injured have been moved to the outer rooms. While we've set up a defensive barrier on the far side of the room out of all the bio beds we could. Every personnel in here has at least a side rail pistol on them." She looked up at Jon tried to meet his eyes threw the visor of the helmet. "But your the expert, what have I missed?"

Jon looked around the room, he wished they had some sandbags and could dig in a little, but this would have to do, “Without knowing everything, I’d say it’s about as good as it’s going to get. Though you don’t have to many places to fall back too, but I could think of worse places for last stands.”

Jon moved over and started checking on Bruce’s explosives, making sure they were set properly, not that he doubted his work, just never hurt to double check.

Lauren follow Jon over to were Bruce was working, she had one more question to ask him. When power started to return to sickbay, something was off, her eyes turned to the flicker of Doctor Doug, the holo Doctor as he took form. Something blue was in his hand as he moved he said "I'm sorry"....
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Re: S02Ep04 Hope

Postby The Writer » Mon Jan 09, 2012 5:22 pm

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Her pleas were as approachable as shouting at a wall. SIon fell back in his chair, amused to the ramblings of dead women when something she spoke struck a cord. A memory, a recollection of a life once had.

"…, the challenge of fate and destiny….,"

It was words that echoed, a draw of inheritance that he had within him that suddenly sparked the Borg King to will the tentacles that held Jo Jamieson to let go. Her body fell almost instantly to the ground from nearly five feet high; the resounding fall and impact being obviously painful for her as she writhed on the floor.

The Borg King got up from his throne, descending the steps, red eyes still on the young woman who seemed to quell in fear at his approach. It was there that Sion saw it, a familiarity in her eyes that tugged on that same familiar cord. Again, he smiled.

"Insightful as ever aren't we Miss Jamieson," he breathed leaning down to her, his metal fingers approaching her face, catching her chin with a deathly grip. "Asking the right questions…," he flung her gaze away as he took to a stand. "I know why now I was apprehensive in destroying you, I just had to see it for myself to be certain."

The others of Commander Byrne's crew continued to be insnared, the Commander himself tossed aside like tissue paper. It was only Joanna and him in conference with one another now. "Why you indeed. Master of Theology, insightfulness almost beyond mere human standards, tell me…, have you always felt…, different."

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Re: S02Ep04 Hope

Postby FSF Bourne » Mon Jan 09, 2012 6:27 pm

Jo Jamieson
Civilian Consultant, U.S.S Eternity

The tentacles released and Jo fell to the floor, her hands raising the moment of impact to levy a little protection on her face but she couldn’t help the drawl that escaped her lips as she moaned in agony the second she impacted the hardened floor. She tasted the iron that filled her mouth, wiping it with the sleeve of her right arm before turning, almost forgetting her current situation. She had struck a cord, that was good. She had opened dialogue, which was even better. Perhaps, buried deep within this being, there was remnants of what she would know as the soul.

She heard his footsteps before she saw his approach, her legs kicking out at the steel floor as she pushed away, sliding and fighting with every burning muscle until she felt the cold hard post that stood in the way of her escape.

Sion wrote:"Insightful as ever aren't we Miss Jamieson," he breathed leaning down to her, his metal fingers approaching her face, catching her chin with a deathly grip. "Asking the right questions…," he flung her gaze away as he took to a stand. "I know why now I was apprehensive in destroying you, I just had to see it for myself to be certain.


She couldn't help that the first thought through her mind was his misguided use of her name. Mrs. Jamieson; Jo thought. Old information or a slip of the tongue? She turned her head to the left, trying to move away from the approaching hand but it was no use, his cold fingers gripped her chin and her face turned to look deep in to the ruby eyes of the enemy. No soul and no hope. His arrogant tone grated against her even in this dire situation and yet she sniffed through her nose insolently, fighting back the tears the threatened to overcome her already unstable demeanor. He talked of apprehension and Jo couldn’t help but consider his options right now, of course he would play this card for he had no other. He couldn’t well admit she had shocked him - If that is what had happened - for that would show weakness and no King in his right mind would bow to weakness.

Sion wrote:The others of Commander Byrne's crew continued to be insnared, the Commander himself tossed aside like tissue paper. It was only Joanna and him in conference with one another now. "Why you indeed. Master of Theology, insightfulness almost beyond mere human standards, tell me…, have you always felt…, different."


Jo blinked, the sort of blink that had you almost dreaming and yet you were acutely aware of that which was around you. She through her mind back, an image of her father filled her mind as he bent over to meet her adolescent gaze. “You’re different, Jo,” he had said; “You’ll do great things,” He had said. It wasn’t a connection likely to come of anything but more the words that filled her mind, a connection made due to wording in the most dire of situations as the body struggles to cope with its surroundings. Images of her father easing the pain in her chest, the throbbing in her head and the desperate images of crew members dying that filled the monitors that lay around the room.

“I...” Jo didn’t know how to answer. She sighed loud and rubbed at her face, eyes glancing over to her friends whose life literally hung in the balance. She didn’t answer. She knew things others didn’t and attributed that to life stuck in books and education. Her Theology background gave her further insight in to how things react in the universe and how those things cause changes far and wide. She nodded her head slowly, eyes locked with Sion as she awaited his response.

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Re: S02Ep04 Hope

Postby Kay Safford » Mon Jan 09, 2012 7:48 pm

Major Jon Harmon
Reaper Team CO
USS Eternity

Lt Lauren Noujaim
CMO
USS Eternity

Sargent Nick "Road Cone Flynn"
Combat Engineer
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USS Eternity

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Reaper Team XO
Communications Technician
USS Ghost Rider

A look of pure horror crossed Lauren's face as she watched the holo doctor start to preform....

All her emotions shut off and she turned to Jon, and spoke. "He's a holo projection, he's not alive there has to be a way to turn him off.

Jon was busy double checking the explosives that Bruce had planted, they were well placed, and set to detonate on a remote, capable of being set off by either Laurens Tricorder, or Bruce, or Jon’s on board computers. He turned as Lauren addressed him. While he didn’t really know what was going on, he understood, hologram, and shut off. “Off we can do.” He pulled the rifle off his back, and pointed at the nearest holo-projector, and fired a shot into it, destroying it.

Lauren knew Jon would need time to get all the holo projects, she herself didn't know just how many were located through out sick. So she had to buy time, offer a distraction. But what could she do? He was a projection, bullets and phasers would just pass through it. Then a thought struck her. He may not be real but the tools he used to inflict harm surely were. She started to run towards where Doctor Doug was preforming his sick twisted surgery. She heard him say he had a new arm for his victim. Lauren spied the artificial arm. She grabbed it, wielding it like a baseball bat she knocked the laser scalpel out of the Doctors hand and to the floor.

Jon aimed at the next holo-projector, then the next, methodically taking them out one at a time. “Engineering is going to through a fit.” He said as he kept destroying them. With everyone he destroyed, he knew it was creating safe areas of sickbay.

What could she do now? The arm was connected to Doctor Doug's programming. She threw it at him and watched it sail threw his body and away from everybody in sickbay. She didn't know what was inside of that arm and she didn't want to take any chances with it. The next thing she did was move to the other side of the biobed. The patient was withering in pain as part of his arm had already been cut through.

Aguilera watched as Jon started shooting holo-projectors, he looked around, and spotted Lauren trying to fight the EMH. He pulled his rifle off his back, and joined Jon in taking out the projectors. Most of sickbay seemed to have lost its mind, it was either franticly trying to figure out what was going on, destroying projectors, or fighting a hologram. The shots kept ringing out.

“Dragon to Roadcone.” Jon fired again, waiting for the response, “Go ahead, Dragon.” “We’ve got a situation here… I need you to overload the holo-projectors.” There was a long pause, “Which ones?” Jon was silent for a moment, “All of them.”

Lauren started to pull the victim from the biobed towards her. Her eyes never leaving Dr. Doug. " Sally she called out. Work on getting everyone calm and out of harms way, direct them towards the barrier we set up." As she said this she hoped Jon had heard her and would take out any holo projectors that might be in that area."

Nick worked running through the computer programs of the holo-projectors, trying to initiate an overload, he noticed projectors rapidly going offline in Sickbay, curious, he kept it in check. He located the sub-holo-matrix for the area, once taken offline, it should deactivate all holo-projections in the local decks. Nick started working on setting a charge.

Jon reloaded, and continued firing, trying to clear a path for the crew to keep safely away from Dr. Doug.

Lauren backed away half dragging the victim by his good arm, until she got far enough away from the biobed to put the victim in a fireman's carry.

Nick moved away, and detonated the charge, blowing up the holo-sub-matrix, and waited, waited to hear from Jon, if he was still fighting something, he didn’t want to interrupt, so he waited.

Lauren took a breath when she heard the explosive go off. would it work, would it do what they needed it to do?
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Re: S02Ep04 Hope

Postby sail3695 » Mon Jan 09, 2012 8:18 pm

Commander Colin Byrne
First Officer, USS Eternity

From nowhere, the tentacle had come, a python of metal and living tissue which struck with formidable might. There'd been no time to react. The blow landed squarely into Colin's chest, vaulting his body from the hover chair which skittered off toward the dais upon which an assimilated Jim Maxwell stood. Cries of pain and anguish arose from behind him, as the very deck beneath his face seemed to come alive with imagery and sound. Colin drew breath, willing his limbs to obey as he pulled himself upright.

The amphitheater now blossomed with images, as if a thousand cameras, and twice as many microphones, had been set loose to feed their stories of carnage to the very walls, ceiling, and floor of this chamber. Everywhere he looked, a familiar face was contorted with fear, pain, or the unyielding mask of violent death. Screams and shrieks echoed throughout the chamber. Engineers being vaporized by plasma. A patient being mutilated by the EMH. Laughter, laughter.... There was no assimilation. Only murder.

For a moment, a deepening terror overtook Colin. He froze, eyes playing over the myriad images of the abattoir that bore the name "Eternity." They were dying. They were all dying. And he was powerless to stop it..

Is this not what we wanted?

"No.......Colin mouthed the word, before filling his lungs once more. "No!" He rose to his knees, ignoring the grinding of bone on bone in his lower back, the fragile repairs undone. Blood roared in his ears as he put one foot beneath him. Jo Jamieson's voice echoed to him. No longer was she simply screaming fearfully. Her words carried purpose.

Jo Jamieson wrote:We didn’t accept his rule without question, we challenged and pushed for truths he wasn’t going to answer...............This is a challenge!”


"A challenge?" his panic stricken mind clutched forth, holding to the words, rolling them, chanting them, if not for the purpose of understanding than to bring his own fears to rein. A hand pressed into the deck, as Colin attempted to climb to his feet.

Sion wrote:"Insightful as ever aren't we Miss Jamieson, asking the right questions…I know why now I was apprehensive in destroying you, I just had to see it for myself to be certain. Why you indeed. Master of Theology, insightfulness almost beyond mere human standards, tell me…, have you always felt…, different."


Jo remained on the deck, the Borg king above her as he fixed his questions. Colin's eyes darted over the flooring, looking for the useless pistol, yet only finding images of the lives ground into dust. "Think, man.....a challenge...but for whom? Jim?" He turned a questioning eye toward Eternity's captain.

Maxwell remained still, no betrayal of emotion upon his face. He seemed lost to his thoughts, eyes staring straight ahead toward nothing. The flesh around his newly sprouted implants had begun to mottle into a newfound pallour. Yet even these customary Borg visuals were offset by the glowing fissures of red which seemed to be snaking their way along his right jaw. "Challenge....." Byrne thought again......"but how might we?....."

"......didn't accept his rule without question........pushed for truths....." Colin's eyes moved over this place, mindful of the truths which now played out in the oculars of a trillion invading nanites, not to mention one psychopathic hologram. "Truth...." The word slipped from his mouth as he made shambling steps toward the dais. Thoughts of the Borg King, wearing a proud smile as the whole calamitous affair was set into motion, gazing upon Jim.....

And finally, he had it. Colin stumbled forward, collapsing to his knees before the unmoving Maxwell. "Jim...." he gasped. "It's your crew. He's forcing you to kill them all. You can stop this!"

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Re: S02Ep04 Hope

Postby sail3695 » Tue Jan 10, 2012 2:00 am

Lt. Marisol Hocevar
Assistant Engineer, USS Eternity

Marisol and her team worked in the semi darkness of Main Engineering. Satchels were prepped by young Tamar, as Gort affixed the signal harnesses. Murdoch worked calmly beside her, setting the timed detonators as Marisol handled the priming of the concussion triggers. In the group's center lay four rolls of perhaps the most ancient, yet effective tool to ever come from Earth. The duct tape would be the final step, necessary to affix the detonators while wrapping each satchel charge into a tidy bundle. Murdoch hummed softly as he worked. The strange Ensign had never failed to make a poor first impression, but over time, Marisol had begun to admire some of his less observed qualities. "Okay, the last is set. "Ready to rock and roll," he smiled that deathly grin at Marisol. "Need a hand?"

"This one's my last," she nodded, while gingerly placing the diaphragm into the trigger housing. "Gimme a few.....oh, there's Red." The LtCdr had returned, and was busily passing out armament and humor as he went.

LtCdr Barlow wrote: "Marisol, I brought back enough explosives to cover the major areas of Engineering. Access points, a few here and there. Probably not enough to mount a feasible defense, but that's why we have guns."


The ship rocked in convulsion, as if mortally wounded, echoes and shock from the impact ringing through the entire deck. "Nix on the concussion triggers," she thought to herself. "Yeah, you're right," Marisol said, glancing in disappointment at the small stack of explosive medium Barlow had been able to salvage. "We can pull together maybe 6 decent charges. With all these collisions," she spoke above the din, halting to brace herself until the moment passed, "we're rigging timers. Concussion triggers will kill us before we see the first drone." Hastily, she dropped to one knee, scooping up the bricks of material and arranging them in the crook of her left elbow. Another crash sounded, this one close enough to allow her the chance to listen to the scream of tortured metal several times over. Whatever the Borg were hitting the ship with, she thought, it's penetrating to a depth of three to four decks with each impact. This was bad....

Suddenly, the Ecom panel lighting flickered, then failed, plunging the compartment into pitch darkness. Wrist lights popped on. Marisol cast a worried glance toward the ceiling as she found herself bathed in a pool of light.

LtCdr Barlow wrote: "Did we lose main power…,"


"Twenty minutes ago," Marisol replied as she hefted her load. "That was aux." As Rick sought out the chief, Marisol made her way back to her own dead console, now a bombmaker's station. "Scrap the concussions," she said as she set the bricks down. "We've got enough here to put together six decent charges. All timers."

"You read my mind," Murdoch chuckled as he plunged contacts into the first brick. "Don't hate me for all those fantasies, okay?"

"If you weren't holding a bomb, I'd smack you," she replied, her eyes upon the charge she was preparing. In a moment, the ripping sound of duct tape could be heard as the first two charges were completed. "Sweet," Marisol said quietly. "Two down, four to go." With precision, the Lt and her Ens. set to work, connecting, securing, and strapping down the next pair of satchel charges.

Eternity Computer wrote:Warning Warp Core Coolant Tanks approaching dangerous levels. Warp Core shutdown failure. Repeat. Warp Core Coolant Tanks approaching dangerous levels. Warp Core shutdown failure.


They stopped, staring at one another for a moment in disbelief. The primary coolant tanks for the warp core flanked the unit on either side, the nearest one less than 5 meters from the workstation upon which they now made explosives. "Plasma," Murdoch said. "If it touches these..."

"It'll set the whole thing off," Marisol completed the Ensign's words. "Gort, Tamar, take these four charges and climb. High as you can get. Grab your respirators. Move! Murdoch, get out of here. I'll finish this."

"Screw that," Murdoch retorted as he set to work on his final charge. "Bet I can beat you."

"Bet you'd better," Hocevar said as she mounted the contacts. Beneath her feet, the deck oscillated, vibrations coming from the now hyperstressed coolant tanks. "Gimme the tape," she ordered. Marisol had wrapped one time around the charge when the first tank ruptured. In no time, it's mate gave way, sending a waist high cloud of luminescent green rolling toward them. "Good enough. Go! Go! The pair turned, sprinting toward the nearest companionway ladder around which clustered a group of panic stricken young engineer's mates, all waiting their turn at escape. "Madre de Dios", Marisol swore at the sight. "Move! One at a time! Use your respirators! Go!"
From across the bay, she could hear Red shepherding a flock of his own, his voice booming out over the din.

LtCdr Barlow wrote:"EVERYONE TO THE SECOND LEVEL! MOVE IT! MOVE IT!"


"Take both charges," Marisol ordered Ens. Murdoch as the glowing wave moved to near striking distance. Murdoch didn't argue; slinging the second device over his shoulder, he jumped onto the ladder, joining the riggling processional of humanity. Marisol waited, looked about for stragglers, and found none. With the plasma less than a meter away, she leapt onto the ladder, climbing, until her progress was halted by the feet of Murdoch. "Exit's blocked," he reported over his shoulder. "Sealed. Gort's setting a charge. We'll be moving soon. You still with me?"

"Right behind you," Marisol called upward. She glanced downward into the sea of plasma, which gently lapped at the ladder a mere 2 rungs beneath her heels. A sound alerted her; more fracturing metal, and close. She looked, in time to catch sight of the thick pipe, eye level, which was developing a series of cracks that raced it's length like a pair of demented spiders, spinning their webs of carnage. "The primary plasma return," Marisol thought. "It's going."
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Re: S02Ep04 Hope

Postby Dr Doug » Tue Jan 10, 2012 12:07 pm

Doug glanced down at the arm and then back up towards those looking at him threateningly.

"That wasn't the arm I was going to use. It's very wrong of you to just rip a patient away from another doctor like that, without the surgery I was attempting to perform the infection within his arm may spread into his body causing him to have a very uncomfortable death, besides that he now has an arm that's effectively dangling by a thread. I'd suggest you return my patient to me, or I will view you as obstructing my duties as a Medical officer and be forced to take action in regards to that."

He stared hard at the group, his face serious but his eyes showing what appeared to be warm concern.
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Re: S02Ep04 Hope

Postby The Writer » Tue Jan 10, 2012 3:55 pm

LTCMDR Rick Barlow
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ON:
Red Barlow had made it up to the second level of Main Engineering as the wash of coolant gas pooled below. He saw Marisol, the last to climb up, her attention along with Ensign Murdoch on the primary plasma return. "Things are going sour quickly," he muttered as he pulled himself over towards Marisol to lend a hand. "We don't have long until it ruptures," he yelled pulling on her to get her up quickly; the green plasma fueled gas lapping listlessly like rolling fog. "We need to get the hell out of here, we can't just keep climbing, there is too much coolant."

The door was the only option left, and Red pounced on it, diving into the panel on the right side of the Main Engineering's door frame and pulling it away. "Come on damn you," he breathed as he shoved his hands in to try to find some avenue to open the damn thing. He felt like a mouse or an ant being slowly drowned to death, the water coming swiftly to fill the container he was trapped in.

If anything, they would die quickly...,

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Re: S02Ep04 Hope

Postby FSF Bourne » Tue Jan 10, 2012 5:14 pm

Lieutenant Sarah Jamieson
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The power was down, emergency lights flickered a green hue across the flooring of the bridge and struggled to hold any delusions of full power; the air turned stale as the fan system shut down with a groan that rumble above Sarah’s head. Sarah stepped to her right, tapped her com badge and heard nothing, a silence filled the air as she cursed and tossed it across the floor. The metallic clang echoed throughout the bridge as it skidded to a halt.

People were looking at her closely. She didn’t know if they were judging her or if they were looking for leadership but right now she was spent. There wasn’t anything more left in the tank and yet she still powered through trying not to let the pain show in her eyes, her face hard and regimented as she looked to the crew, a small smile crested across her face as she let out a small, nervous laugh.

“Everyone away from the consoles,” Sarah said, “Let’s see if we can find a way out of this place.” Her voice was lost in the silence. Tentacles held the front of the bridge like large metal posts. They looked like they belonged, like they had been engineered in place. The torn metal had shot through on first incursion and, in the low power state that the ship was in, the crew immediately felt the dip in pressure before the ship mustered up the energy to protect its own crew. Although that wasn’t correct, Sarah wasn’t this ships Captain and she now knew that more than ever.

Although she had no idea what had happened to the crew members that had disappeared across the ship she knew one thing alone; one thing she just couldn’t deny. This ship was responding to one person and one person alone, its true Captain had come home. James Maxwell was in command of his baby and, for whatever reason, he no longer needed a crew.

Sarah had approached the tentacles with care, the palm of her hand had rested on the cold, lifeless metal that infected her ship. She could feel movement inside and she thought about who the Borg were, perhaps it stood to reason that these machines - The Borg’s newest creations - were also partly organic. The logical portion of her mind admitted that this was more than likely an injection of nanites but that small part of her, the part her that Jo had found and kept digging at since they first met, had to admit the thought of living machines threw her ideals in to doubt, even if it was for that split second.

“Morse code!” Sarah said as she broke free from her thoughts. The crew, seemingly shocked, turned to her. “Pilots are still forced to use Morse code as a form of emergency communication. I’m hoping that someone else on the ship will know it and we can begin to form a chain of communication!” She moved to the door of the turbolift, scooping up one of the engineering kits that sat splayed across a console. Clunk. Sarah hammered the largest of the metallic objects against the door and a smile lit her face up as she heard the echo carry down the empty shaft.

“If I know this crew they aren’t taking this lying down and I want to know what is going on on my ship!” She said, looking up to the still confused faces. “Here,” She placed the tool in the hands of one of the ensigns that were still on the Bridge and showed him the pattern to hit the door in. Her message was a simple opening statement that let whoever might pick it up know there were still people fighting for life on board. Her deepest hope was that Morse code was too rudimentary for the Borg to recognise.

The air was heavy and unfiltered, her crew were moving slow and with purpose. Every action was thought out and moved slow, a heaviness to everything and yet, Sarah noticed, none complained. They did their job and moved without complaint. The noise of the code echoing through the ship filled the air as they took turns to thump it in, all huddled around the door as the awaited an answer.

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Re: S02Ep04 Hope

Postby Mia Cummings » Tue Jan 10, 2012 5:35 pm

Lt Amelia 'Mia' Moore
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USS Eternity

The lights had gone out a while ago, but Amelia continued to work, driven by the knowledge that it was her doing that had brought them to this. If only she'd left the damned isochips on the original Eternity and let them be blown to infinity, none of this would be happening. Tears of frustration and self reproach blurred her vision and she wiped them away. 'Damit," she muttered as her teeth started to chatter, "No time for tears." The nanites were reprogrammed yet again by her hand. She briefly wondered if she was going to help, or if this was just one more item that would ultimately lead to the fall of humanity. She took a breath and realized it was getting harder to concentrate. "Life support must be out," She thought to herself, "Running out of time. "

She programmed in the final commands for the nanites.. waiting for the small blue light that signaled it had been accepted by the small mechanical creatures in the confines of the container. Once she saw that she slid the cylinder into place in the prototype 'birthing' chamber. A red light turned to green and she hit the release valve. The nanites were pushed into the chamber to be copied and created and sent out to repair the ship and protect life.. and kill borg.

Amelia slumped to the floor next to the chamber. Knowing that there was little hope that her efforts would do much good. She could only pray that it would help those she cared about.

She sat in the dimly lit room, listening to the sounds of the ship being torn apart and wondered if anyone would survive this day.

Pulling her knees up to rest her head as she let the tears fall, she mumbled, "I'm so sorry.. I've failed again."


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Re: S02Ep04 Hope

Postby Janice Lacey James » Tue Jan 10, 2012 5:54 pm

James Maxwell

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LtJg Janelle James
Counsellor

*********Start JP *******



In the explosion's afterbirth a plume of smoke and brimstone rose from the ashes of a nearly collapsed hovel. The concussion took Major James Maxwell nearly to the ground had he not had his back to the opposing wall. Through the receiver in his ear he could hear the shouting of orders like a funeral dirge highlighting reels of the battle being waged head long into the field beyond. The intensity was high, adrenaline surging through his veins to the point that he didn't notice the slash that had been received by the shrapnel; a clean cut line that ran from below the middle of his right eye down to nearly half his cheek.

"Branson, Smith push forward. Harmon, what have you got?"

The call didn't come fast enough as another barrage of enemy fire played across causing Jim to kneel down, the stream of light cascade licking the air, turning cinder into smoke, the smell of ozone listless. He tossed a flash bag, needing to get another position before his entire team was wiped out of this battle. "DOWN!," he cried covering just as the bag ignited into a bloom of bright radiant light that turned night into day. The Major kept his eyes closed as he ran, pulling and sliding into cover behind rumble and concrete, firing blindly and receiving nothing in responds. "Harmon…, Damn it. I need that sit rep."

-

Pain.. Anger.. Frustration.. All these played over her in a wave so strong she thought she'd collapse from the onslaught. Her mental blocks came tumbling down. Her connection to Colin was broken as these new emotions washed over her. She turned her mind to meet them and found her self standing behind some rubble. The Man kneeling in front of her looked like Maxwell, but the battle raging around them was unfamiliar. "Captain.." She whispered in her mind to the man in front of her, "James.. ?"

Stepping closer to the man before her she placed her hand on his shoulder, "This is not as it seems.. "

-

Instinct took root as Jim registered the touch to his shoulder, light felt, it wasn't the brash recognition that was generally conveyed by any Marine he knew.

His left hand shot out, grasping the intruder's before pulling, using his outstretched leg to tumble the unsuspecting victim nearly in a side roll to his front where the heat of the rifle's barrel found its mark directly to the woman's forehead, point blank.

It registered even as quickly as Jim's combat instinct dialed down a peg. She was a woman, clean, a Starfleet uniform of blue pressed to her body. A Fleeter, here, in the middle of a battle field was..., to say the least, not a common event.

The Major shook his head before pushing the woman into cover. He popped out from behind cover, trading in a few rounds before pulling back in, dodging the onslaught of light tracers. "What the hell are you doing here Lieutenant," Jim pressed as he took a glance at his HUD's mini map, the blimps of his team finding close to a flanking position.

-

Janelle was more than surprised by the move that had her lying on her back with a weapon pointed to her head. But she looked past the gun to it's bearer and raised her eyebrows, "Not exactly the greeting I was expecting, Sir," She said calmly as she looked into his visor, hoping to see his eyes as he pulled her into cover. She sat up and looked around again, "This is a memory, Captain. Can you find one of me?" She hoped that her question would end this battle that raged in his mind, and if his thoughts indeed controlled what was happening, end whatever was transpiring on the outside as well. "Captain Maxwell, Look at me, you know who I am, don't you?"

-

Again the rattle of his rifle pierced the air before Jim turned back into cover. "Damn it Harmon," he called into his suit's mic, "I need that sit rep. Where the hell are my 31st...,"

The Jem'Hadar were moving close. "Damn," he muttered in a grimace. He tossed his last gernade, throwing it wide out of desperation before pushing his body over the Starfleet Lieutenant, covering her as the explosion rang the night air. "Come on," he breathed, grabbing her by the arm and forcing her into a run, the Major taking shots while his legs madly pumped up the line towards another unsettled cover of rumble and debris. He shuffled into a crouch, pulling his rifle close to glance at the power readout before shuffling back to count how many their were.

"Lady I don't know who the hell you think I am," he finally stated not liking his odds.

-

She'd run with him to the new cover. She kew somehow that she had to make this memory end. "You are Captain James Maxwell, That's who you are," Janelle replied, "Think James! Eternity, Colin, Sorveck, Jo, Amelia.. These are members of your crew. As am I." She eased herself up so that she now was directly in front of him, her hands moved to each side of his head, "Look at me James.. Remember Me. Leave this behind.. it was over a long time ago."

-

An explosion, this close enough to knock James off his feet and turn his world in a haze of blurred vision and muffled sounds, the hint of a wine, high pitched in the key of C played as his mind focused. The HUD was garbled, the suit taking the brunt of the hit as it was designed. The Major couldn't tell where he was, what had happened.

He huffed a sigh and winced as he pulled the helmet off and threw it to the ground, trying desperately to get back to his feet. Jim didn't have time to think as a Jem'Hadar leapt from the corner, his rifle at the ready.

Muscle memory, a solid kick knocked the weapon sideways before the Major used the weight of his body to take down the armored foe. Beating him with every fiber of muscle that he could summon, not knowing that through it all he was yelling, an inhuman feral sound of anger.

Jim felt he had the upper hand, his right hand able to pull out his issued KABAR, the large combat knife glinting in the firelight of far off explosions. The Jem'Hadar reacted, catching the blade's hilt, trying to force it away from his throat, but the Major had his weight and the weight of his combat suit on his side, pushing the knife down until it slapped deep into the well of the Jem'Hadar's throat.

After, Jim shuffled away, trying to find remnants of anything remotely as cover, having to stay low before pulling his side arm out. The adrenaline of the hand to hand tugged at his heart, fueling his respiration so that each breath taken was like a gasp.

-

Janelle had moved back when Mawell's 'enemy' had attacked. She watched as he fought off the agressor. Knowing that this was one of those things he'd mentioned when they had first discussed their weekly sessions. She stood up and followed James. Since this was but a memory, she was safe. She had no fear that the Jem'Hadar would attack her. She wasn't really here. As she moved past the now dead advessary she glanced down at it and paused. Staring back at her was an occular implant. It's appeartance on the Jem'Hadar soldier didn't make sense. A sudden thought came to her that this really was not JUST a memory. She quickened her pace and ran to Maxwell's side, "Captain, you need to stop this. You need to stop it now. " She placed her hand over the weapon in his hand, "This isn't real, it's a dream. Look at me, Captain, should I be here? Look at me and remember who I am, where I am!"

-

"Shouldn't be here...," Jim barked before pulling his side arm away and firing a few rounds blind, "..., thats the understatement of the century. How a Fleeter got in the middle of all this is beyond me...,"

-

Janelle shook her head, "But that's just it, Sir, " She said, "WE are not really here." She pointed to the Drone he'd just killed, "Look at that creature, open your mind and look at it, all is not as it seems."

-

The Major's face crunched in a questionable look. "What the hell are you talking about Lieutenant," he looked over at the Jem'Hadar, the wound inflicted, the still body the accusing eyes, "damn it woman have you gone senile. Do you not know the enemy when you see it?"

-

"Oh, it's the enemy all right, Just not the right one," She said and tugged at it's eyepiece as if trying to pull it free, "I have never heard of Borged Jem'Hadar, Captain. Have you?"

-

"Borg...," Jim played, his lips voicing the unfathomed obnoxious overtone being taken by this senile Lieutenant. "What in the hell are you talking about...,"

-

Janelle knew she wasn't getting through to him, he could only see what his mind would let him. "Captain you once told me that you had seen your own death. In fact share this memory with me, she said as she concentrated on that moment in the ready room as they had discussed her role on the ship. She tried to project that memory into his..
The Captain smiled. "Don't take this as a suicide wish Counselor or an act of giving up. Far from it actually....,"
‘I've seen that final outcome, beyond what the Legacy has interpreted. My death is a necessity to bring that outcome."

Janelle frowned slightly as took a long moment to look, really look, at Maxwell. "I .. will not stop trying, Captain. Perhaps your death is inevitable. Perhaps mine is just as inevitable. But I intend to be available to you, not just to talk about your crew, but to help you whenever you need me."

"That's all I require of you."


-

Jim's eyes went wide for a brief moment of clarity, the thought..., no..., memory that was conveyed of a past event, a past conversation was forgotten.

He felt his side, the comfort, the knowing that his demise was something that had to occur, that needed to happen in order to stem some sort of Hope to mankind when the End fell upon them.

But in the product of the mental imagery, he also felt the warmth of care, worry, hinting hopelessness from the Counselor. Her recollection, her thoughts and feelings beyond mere words.

Dirt kicked up as another barrage of fire took hold, forcing Jim Maxwell out of his thought and back into combat, the degree of anxiousness dashing out the momentarily lapse of concentration. "Damn it all woman get into cover," he yelled as he returned fire.

"He's lost you know...," came a voice from behind Janelle, cool, feminine, comforting.
((Its a woman in a spring dress, yellow, a floral pattern. Dark Raven hair, green eyes. Julia Passings))

-

Janelle turned to face to woman. "Then he can be found. " She stated simply. "I will not give up on him, even if it means I should perish in his place."

-

The woman smiled, her dark hair waving in the breeze of the battlefield and the storm of fire being traded back and forth; the stray round passing through her as if she were nothing more than a transparent image. "You don't think I've tried Janelle," she broke, "I'm his constant, I'm what he thinks about when he feels himself being lost and not even I can bring him back from this."

She turned, seeing Jim Maxwell fight off the onslaught of the coming Jem'Hadar, of which wasn't as they seemed. Drones of the Collective marched, firing rifles and artillery at the lone Marine who had nothing but sweat and a pistol to answer them.

"He won't see it...,"

-

Janelle followed the woman's gaze towards the approaching drones, "He only see's what it wants him to," She said quietly. She turned back to the woman, "he sees me, even though he knows I don't belong here." Janelle turned and got down on her knee, once again placing her hand on Maxwell's shoulder. "She's here James, Think of her. " She glanced over her shoulder at the woman, looking at her and trying to reach into James' thoughts for an image. The name Julia came to her in a mere whiper, "Julia is here. We are waiting for you to wake from this dream."

-

"Julia...,"

Visions seemed to dance, like waking from a dream. The blurring mesh of imagery matched up with the clarity of sound danced wildly within a golden haze. Piercing green eyes, love, the embrace of warm and the tussle of her dark black hair flung back as light hit, highlights of raven blue mixing within the cascade as the sunlights peeking. A sweet kiss, two eyes staring back as a pair of hearts beat as one.

"I love you James...," Julia's voice fell at the last instances of Jim's fleeting memory of her.

"Julia...," again he whisper, the side arm falling down from his firm grasp, the click and crash audible over the wave of cataclysm from the battle around as everything screeched to a slow grind. Debris held in the air, phaser light stilled in construct to the fabric of space and time. An artillery round was fired, far off, the explosion impact dying down to accentuate the destruction left in the wake of a imploding mushroom cloud.

The ground cracked, red glow sparking light from below as the fissures began to spread and the world around began to crumble.

-

Janelle felt the battle dimming around them as she looked in Maxwell's eyes, "Yes James," She whispered quietly, as the ground around them began to crumble into nothing, "Julia.." Janelle felt the love that he had held so closely hidden for so long. It was stronger than she'd imagined, "Remember Julia," She whispered as she leaned closer.

-

It was then that Captain James Maxwell felt pain, not physical and inflicted upon him, but rather the pain he was causing. As the ground opened up, the red light piercing the night air above, Jim remembered.

In a dazzling wash of light, the battlefield was swept away, merging like watercolor. The picture formed, melding into the shape of the Eternity as it was now, in the grasp of V'Ger, in the grasp of the Collective.

Again a wash. Main Engineering, the trials of the officers there trying desperately to escape a sealed containment. Jim saw Lieutenant Commander Barlow, his hands pressed into the confines of a extracted panel, his efforts in desperation trying to open the doorway that would lead to salvation, away from the green gas of coolant fast approaching. He could hear their cries, see their fate, and knew that they were going to die.

Again another flash. The Bridge, officers gasping for air, Life Support systems failing, Sarah Jamieson giving orders despite the light headedness.

"My God," he stated seeing it all, turning back to Janelle and Julia. "What have I done....,"

-

"You can stop it Captain, It's all in your hands," Janelle said, "This is not their fate, nor yours. And this was not your doing!" She placed both her hands in his, "I know you, Are stronger than this," She said with a tilt of her head, "You are stronger than Sion."

-

Jim smiled. "I know my place in this Janelle."

He looked back, the visions blurring once again, a reflection being played of the amphitheater within V'Ger. He could hear Byrne, see all that was transpiring between the Borg King and the rest of the stolen crew.

"I'm not as strong as him...," Jim finally stated before turning back to Lieutenant James, "..., but I can buy everyone some time."

At the last cusp of his final words, his eyes fell on Julia Passings, seeing her over Janelle's shoulder, her bright smile seemed to radiate light. "I want to thank you Lieutenant," he finished, "you did as I hoped you would...,"

-

Janelle smiled and let her hands drop to her sides, Looking back over her shoulder at Julia, "I think it's time for me to get back to reality. Not that This hasn't been interesting, but.." She looked back to the Captain, A small smirked cross her face and she leaned up and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you for having faith in me, Sir."

**** END JP ****

Pain greeted her return to reality as the tentacle squeezed across her chest. Her eyes opened and she looked about realizing that Sion was busy with Jo, who'd been released from the grip of impending death at Sion's hands. Colin was alive and moving on the deck but try as she might she could not concentrate as the pain and fear of those around her, even the stoic Sorveck, bombarded her mind. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to remain calm, to concentrate on one thing...

Eternity..
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Re: S02Ep04 Hope

Postby sail3695 » Wed Jan 11, 2012 10:31 am

Commander Colin Byrne
First Officer, USS Eternity

"Jim........Jim!" Colin shouted as he rose to his feet before the assimilated captain. "Look about you...these images. They're your crew. We are your crew!" Colin found himself bereft, the thought of words breaking the malevolent bonds of the Borg incursion into Maxwell's body and mind seemed as useless as the rail pistol he'd once held. But there were no other cards to play...

"Counselor," he voiced in thought, "if you're able to contact Lt. Jamieson, have her abandon ship on my order." The brief respite of thought allowed him a moment's review of the violence taking place aboard Eternity. He saw the spikes, plunged deeply into the heart of the ship, power lost, all control in the hands of the Conduit. Jim's hands..

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He reached out, hesitating at first for fear of his own assimilation by touch. Sweeping the irrational thought aside, Colin gripped Jim's shoulder. "Jim......you have the power to to stop this.....Captain Maxwell, save the lives of your crew."

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