S02Ep05.1 The Borderlands

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S02Ep05.1 The Borderlands

Postby The Writer » Tue Feb 07, 2012 12:49 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 5 "The Borderlands"
The Delta Quadrant, a vast unknown frontier, has changed since last the Federation seen. The organizations, the societies and species once displayed as predominant and strong within the Quadrant have been wrought by the fires of war with the revival of the Borg Collective. Under their new rule, the Collective have destroyed, assimilated, and conquered nearly all of the Quadrant, leaving small pocket societies and close communities to survive in fear and hiding. One community, a safe haven, has grown into this new space's central hub; the Borderlands, a collection of space junk, debris, and destroyed planetoids meld together in the shadow of a white dwarf star (Eden). It is here that a large part of the Quadrant survive, safely tucked away by the natural and best guarded tech available to them; marking the Borderlands as a central area of commerce, trade, business, and security. It is here that many find everything while some continue to look for what they are after. Anyone can get anything at the right price, and that price is not always coin.
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Prologue Part 1

Postby The Writer » Mon Feb 13, 2012 10:42 am

Prologue
"Hell's Heart"
By Gabriel "The Writer" Logan

ON:
Within V'Ger, a cataclysm of fire bended metal and continued to roar in reply to the sparks and streams of energy escaping the amphitheater. Along the carnage filled area, red lights and warning displays blinked on and off, holographically projected haphazardly, conveying the extrapolation and the extent of the damage that had been inflicted; one of which held the view of a lone Intrepid Class vessel, leaving the mass ship, heading hotly on the coat tails of a lone Borg Sphere, silver in hue.

Another explosion, this one seemingly created in highlight of another spark that cascaded across the room like the birth of a solar system, hot embers splashed against darkened hull plate. A column, the last standing, began to turn and bend, the sound of metal scraping against metal reverberating as the towering structure feel harshly to the floor with a resounding bang. This concluding fall birthed flames, dark and red heat, to lick upon the already scorched air. It was the finality, the exclamation end point of a sentence left in the wake of Captain James Maxwell, that his crew would not go down without a fight, that they would not go quietly into the cold night.

It was enough to sicken the Borg King.

From within the wreckage, a large piece of metal was suddenly flung from its falling place, cast aside effortlessly despite its titanic weight. The flames continued to rise as a lone figure joined in ascension of the fire, the flames tasting the being's flesh, melting it away in vats of fat and sinew, revealing what was beneath; machine.

Another discard of wreckage, this time half of the gargantuan columns that once stood tall within the theater, a mix of machine and bone, was effortless tossed by the machine man like it weighed less than a feather. It's red eyes burned as its labored walked got it out of the flames, revealing the dark burned fabric of it's clothing and patch work makeshift of it's hair. As it cleared, walking towards the holographic display that depicted the Intrepid Class being dragged into the Transwarp Conduit, the machine's face began to rebuild itself; the nanomachines within it's blood reformulating it's slight human face little by little, healing and mending. Eventually the face of Sion "Xatrix" Logan stared back at the machine through the reflection of the holographic display, a grimace of anger turning in the new found facial features. His red eyes burned madly as he watched two Cubes enter the conduit followed swiftly by another set of Spheres. Without moving his lips or motion of passing orders, Sion held the last of the Collective Armada from entering, knowing full well what was soon to transpire, counting the ones that entered lost to him.

His breathing, once labored, began to calm, and with it, the room, as fire's began to die down, smoke venting, and the nanomachine constructs that had bound into every fabric of ever piece of technology within V'Ger began to repair; the wave of liquid metal moving over areas like an ocean.

Through all this, Sion continued to stare. His hatred bending towards vengeance of principle.

One did not do this to the Collective and live. One did not threaten a God.
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Re: S02Ep05 The Borderlands

Postby The Writer » Mon Feb 13, 2012 10:44 am

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Hope is led into the Transwarp Conduit via tractor beam pull from the lone rebel Borg Sphere. The ship shakes with the strain. Sparks begin to fly as structural integrity's already compromised fields, begin to weaken. On the heels of these two escaping ships, four Borg Vessels, burn their engines hot in order to close the distance.
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Re: S02Ep05 The Borderlands

Postby FSF Josh » Mon Feb 13, 2012 6:39 pm

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Operations Manager, USS Eternity

The shaking of the Hope in transwarp could be felt through the deck plates of the Trent. Being the lone person on the runabout, Scott had no one else to comment on that tremor. But he was too busy to even converse.

The Hope was close to falling apart. But Scott could still help. The shields of the Trent were still in good shape and, with some modifications, they were about to become a makeshift structural integrity field for the Hope. But it wouldn't work like a full SIF system, nor would it last forever.

"Bridge," he began, chiming into the communication system. "I've got shields extended around the Hope. It should help us ride through transwarp... but if we hit any rough turbulence, we're in trouble."

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Re: S02Ep05 The Borderlands

Postby Sonja Kinnunen » Mon Feb 13, 2012 7:52 pm

Lieutenant Talla Vreenak
Chief Engineering Officer
U.S.S. Hope, Engineering

Burptz. Burptz. Burptz.

"Unable to comply. Command not recognized. Invalid command code."

Vreenak had torn a panel off several consoles and was practically juggling isolinear rods and gel packs. He hadn't even responded to the call coming in from the bridge. What did Byrne want? Did he want his miracle or a conference call? Frankly the Romulan had his hands full trying to unravel the mess of Starfleet safety protocols and damaged command systems preventing him doing his job. This ship was in just a hair better shape than the Eternity had been before the Collective had shown up. Well their warp nacelles weren't ruined. The hull didn't have spider webs of cracks, fissures, and breaches. The nanomachines weren't preventing them from doing anything other than breathing--and they'd tried their hardest to stop that too. That said Hope was a technological nightmare in a sixty-second-to-destruction scenario.

Marisol had no doubt joined him despite his better judgment to order her to stay on the Trent; unfortunately their circumstances had kept him from giving that order. As they swept into Engineering he'd tasked her with the power systems seeing how power distribution throughout the ship was unreliable at best. And it was not helping the bridge was pushing the reactors to full with trying to squeeze the life out of the impulse engines.

Suddenly the console above his head lit up with a hum as he jabbed the last chip into place. Vreenak leaped to his feet and began forcing commands into the computer that it had so politely informed him weren't possible just a minute ago. Not that shoring up minimal inertial dampeners was something to throw a party over, but at least they weren't on the verge of having every bone in their body broken when the system failed even at impulse. The SIF system was online, but like the Eternity it was almost laughable. He'd almost thrown open the impulse engines when the Borg tractor beam jerked the ship forward.

The Romulan felt the edge of the console slam into his midsection as he held on from the initial jolt. Wonderful. So he didn't need to further damage their only means of propulsion. Fortunate he'd gotten their helpful computer to divert what little power they had left into the SIF; it helped keep the Borg's tractor beam from ripping the saucer free from the Engineering hull. Mister Orlan's ship's shields had managed to circle the Intrepid-class vessel as they entered the conduit, which was both impressive and a bit over the top. Yes, Mister Orland would need to stop hiding the details about that vessel given the amount of power it put out for being so small.

"Marisol," he turned to look for the female Engineer, "what's the status on the warp core? We need more power." Partial main power would be wonderful. Auxiliary power would do for now. Neither he suspected were in great condition. At least from what he saw in the readouts earlier the previous crew hadn't purged the antimatter storage pods. The fields keeping the antimatter from igniting were obviously holding, but they couldn't be that much better than the rest of the ship. He expected an alarm about them to go off sooner or later. Thinking positive thoughts wouldn't magically heal the ship.

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Re: S02Ep05 The Borderlands

Postby Sorveck » Mon Feb 13, 2012 8:23 pm

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USS Hope

Sorveck watched as the the Trent slammed into the deck of Hope, thankful that they had made aboard safely. He reengaged the forcefield and went to move towards the survivors, when he was taken aback a brilliant explosion as the yacht crashed. He shook his head, yet another group of dead added to his conscious. While he knew that the Borg attacking wasn't his fault, he felt that he should have anticipated this.

He saw the hatch on the Trent open and Sarah exit it with Barlow, followed a few moments later by Vreenak, Etal, and Marisol. He felt an odd sensation seeing the small human woman alive, something akin to relief. Perhaps it was because he had actually gone to collect the woman, or maybe it was some other reason, but of all the people on the Eternity she was the one he was relieved to see that made it.

He tapped at the controls and closed the shuttle bay doors. He then turned and headed across the room to the nearest lift. He waited what seemed like an unusually long time, and once appeared he entered and directed it to the bridge. He inhaled deeply, his unbridled rage had subsided, his control had reasserted itself. His thoughts were reorganizing themselves; they were now trying to break free of the Borg, he needed to be calm, there would be plenty of time to deal with the loss of his friend later. The lift stopped abruptly, catching him off guard, as his arm shot out to brace himself the doors opened,the viewscreen reflecting a lone Borg Sphere.

He stepped out and took a quick scan of the bridge, Red at Ops and Byrne at tactical, Jo and James trying their best to stay out of the way, and Sarah at the helm, a position she knew well. With the foreboding presence of the sphere on the screen Sorveck made his way to the tactical station.

"Captain, given the current predicament, I believe it best if you took the center seat. Your brand of, diplomacy, may be the only thing that gets us out of this situation. I will man this station."

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Re: S02Ep05 The Borderlands

Postby FSF Bourne » Tue Feb 14, 2012 8:10 am

Lieutenant Sarah Jamieson
Helm, U.S.S Hope

Sarah prodded the controls with what seemed like little more than rudimentary understanding of the current situation. For better or worse they had been towed away from danger and entered in to the vortex that now shot them across the galaxy. Sarah considered using a frying pan with fire metaphor but instead chose to think of it as being blindfolded and told to jump between different buildings. They had no idea where they were going, no understanding of what was going on and why they had not simply been destroyed on the spot.

Sorveck wrote:"Captain, given the current predicament, I believe it best if you took the center seat. Your brand of, diplomacy, may be the only thing that gets us out of this situation. I will man this station."


The words were solitary across the bridge, silence had fallen as the ship’s fate was sealed. Sarah turned her seat to face Colin and let a small smile broaden across her pain stricken face, the scars from today not yet visible or even realised enough to torture her as deep as she had even been tormented before.

“Helm has no control and our engines aren’t powerful enough to get us out from this tractor beam,” Sarah said. “Who ever saved us - However short a reprieve this truly is - isn’t content to let us make our own way.” She paused, let out a small breath and allowed the situation a second to sink in. “Orders, Captain?” Neither rank nor position could take the title from him; Colin Byrne was the Hope’s captain and they were his crew.

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Re: S02Ep05 The Borderlands

Postby FSF Bourne » Tue Feb 14, 2012 8:20 am

Jo Jamieson
Civilian Consultant, U.S.S Hope

Jo watched as the skeleton crew united on this broken down rig of a ship. She had become largely obsolete since the officers from the Trent had stepped on to the bridge and yet she remained, a silent presence at the rear; constantly observing and, hopefully, guiding in her words. Jo sat at a dead station, eyes over the crew as the screen filled with the site of the conduit they quickly entered, her hands sitting gently on the cool metal framework that had been built so long ago and probably never envisaged in such a capacity. Was this their funeral march? Were the crew being detained as a trophy of victory over the humanity that had so often thwarted the efforts of the Borg? Jo didn’t like the constant upheaval and pressure that seemed to dawn on the crew so often and yet this was their life now. Jo figured if they were being taken away it wasn’t to friendly skies and so this here, aboard this ship, was their life now.

Jo tapped her fingers on the console, the darkness within perfectly capturing the mood of the crew; dour and everlasting, stoic and solid. Jo had not heard a capitulation from any of the crew, although each dealt with the new turn of events in a unique way, they all held true to the singular belief that this was just another step of the journey and that the people here on this command deck were making the right decisions to make that journey easier.

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Re: S02Ep05 The Borderlands

Postby The Writer » Tue Feb 14, 2012 3:39 pm

LTCMDR Rick Barlow
Suspended Officer, U.S.S. Eternity
U.S.S. Hope, Main Bridge

"I hate to break this little changing of the guard," Lieutenant Commander Barlow winced as he motioned with a nod to the view screen. Within the construct of static and the brillant colors of the transwarp conduit, the image focused on the two Borg Cubes on the approach, swiftly coming into weapons range.

"I wonder if we can tell the cab driver to floor it...," he smiled sly before tapping at the near dying console, its command flickering in and out, "I'd say the next thirty seconds and we won't have to worry about the end of humanity. One shot will knock out our shields." He pondered the end, systematically going through the effects of explosive decompression. Couldn't say he would like it all too well, but it would be a fitting end to this nightmare.

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Re: S02Ep05 The Borderlands

Postby Mia Cummings » Tue Feb 14, 2012 5:59 pm

Lt Amelia 'Mia' Moore
Chief of Science
USS Hope


Amelia had been pulled from the EMH controls by her crewmate and she had quickly found herself clinging to the outside of the Yacht in the silent bubble of the personal shield as the salvation that had seemed so close now seemed as far away as earth. She hadn't wanted to watch as their last hope for survival seemed to move away. It took her a few seconds for her mind to recognize the transporter effects. She opened her eyes to find herself on a small ship. From the looks of it she surmised it was the Trent. She deactivated the small life saving device and numbly stepped off the small ship. Her mind full of self recrimination for her part in the deaths of so many of the crew. Marisol had hurried off to assist Vreenak in Engineering, Hmra and Yahan had gone off to assist where they could. Mia's feet moved her along, one foot in front of the other, to the only place she could think of to go where she might be able to help. But after what she'd done, Amelia was sure she wouldn't be welcome anywhere. God knows she'd done enough damage on the Eternity, and right now she felt someone else would be better suited to handle Science. Anyone else in fact. A few minutes later Mia stepped into what remained of a obviously salvaged Bridge. Mia stood watching for a moment before she finally found her voice, "Is there anything I can do to Help?'

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Re: S02Ep05 The Borderlands

Postby Kay Safford » Tue Feb 14, 2012 7:41 pm

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Medical specialist/Head Nurse
USS Hope

Sally made her way towards Lauren, sparing glances at the few stretchers patiants as she went. They were all stabilized and still secured, as there hadn’t been time to undo the restraints on them since landing. Her focus was still on Lauren, snapping her out of her grief just enough to function. Sally didn’t have to though. When the message came across for everyone to strap in as it was about to be a bumpy ride, Lauren’s head snapped up.

The message got through to Lauren, secure everyone. Most everyone was already secured, all accept for Jon’s body. If his armored body went bouncing around and landing on patients, more injuries could be sustained, and he deserved better then that, even though he was gone he still deserved more respect then to let his body fly around the Trent. She started to move him. It was a struggle his weight alone wasn’t light, but add the weight of the armor also...

Sally saw what Lauren was trying to do. She had to secure the body. Then get herself in to a restraint system. There wasn’t enough time for her to get Harmon secured, then herself. But maybe between the two of them they just might be able to pull it off. She went and took hold of Harmon’s free arm. “On three we lift.” Was all she said to Lauren.

Lauren nodded and began the count. “One, two, three.”

The women lifted the body into a seat. Between the two of them they made quick work of the restraint system.

Sally hurried to take an empty seat and secure herself in.

Lauren hesitated, needing to take a piece of him with her, something his family wouldn’t want. She grabbed his KABAR the one that was specifically his. The dragon carved into the handle was the identification to it’s owner. She sheathed the KABAR at her side. Later she’d get his dog tags, so one day she could get them to his family. But for now she had to strap in. There was only seconds before this ship would be forced into high speeds. High speed that could tear the ship part and send them all to what ever Gods, one believed in.
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Re: S02Ep05 The Borderlands

Postby sail3695 » Tue Feb 14, 2012 8:52 pm

Cdr Colin Byrne
Captain, USS Hope

"Transwarp effect," Colin thought of his shipmates. "And pronounced, given our inertial dampening and structural integrity." Sorveck.....politely issuing him to the captain's chair in which he'd already been seated. Sarah, a smile upon her face and an uncharacteristic length to voicing her thoughts. Finally, Barlow...perhaps, just being Barlow. As he scrutinized the battle damaged sphere which had proven their silent benefactor, Colin found himself not entirely clear of the effect. Emotions welled inside him. Gratitude, shame, love, all fought for a place in his thoughts as he regarded his shipmates. They were alive, a lucky few, and no thanks to his own efforts. Despite his own level of cognitive dissonance, Sorveck had maintained presence of mind enough to deliver that point home. As he considered the Vulcan Klingon's words, Colin found himself in agreement with the man's assessment.

Around them, the groans and pops of the stressing hull served as sand running through the hourglass. Even in this condition, he knew the stress tolerances of the Intrepid Class hull. He'd read with great interest the engineering synopsis of the Voyager study. She'd ridden the conduits on several occasions, taking one final, eventful ride home through one, surviving long enough to bring her lost crew back to those who missed them. But the prognosis had been clear. One more, perhaps two more transwarp jumps, and even her newfound ablative armour could not have saved her from an unimaginable fate. Her chief Engineer, a woman named Paris, had hotly denied the findings, but Colin chalked that up to an engineer's prejudicial sense of love for her ship. "Well, B'elanna," he whispered quietly, "I hope to share the results of this little test with you..."

Communications, StarFleet communications, were non operational in transwarp; the carrier wave tended to collapse at these velocities. Whoever commanded the sphere would remain a mystery until they chose to to exit the transwarp conduit. Unless, of course, thought could be accessed.. He cast an eye toward Lt. James. She'd taken the Stbd forward engineer's station, firmly strapped herself into the seat. From his viewpoint, Colin could sense the force of her concentration. Likewise, Joanna had secured herself at the portside science position. She tapped the lifeless console with nervous fingers as her eyes tended to find themselves landed upon the form of her wife. "I brought you here," Colin thought. "I brought all of you........here." So much death.. So many lives, snuffed out by a blithe sort of evil which accepted itself as matter of course. The Borg King held no remorse. His motivations were pure... And Colin, at every step of this journey, had laid these lives upon his doorstep. Even now, as Hope threatened to crumble to the strains of transwarp flight, the best he could offer this crew was the unknown.

"If you're going to take us, kindly be quick about it."

Lt. Jamieson wrote:“Orders, Captain?”


He looked up. Sarah had turned at her station, facing him, expectant of command, or the comforting illusion of such. Colin found himself wondering just how long ago she'd asked the question. He had no order to give. For the moment, Hope lay in pergatory, suspended between inexplicable mercy on one hand, while on the other presenting herself as the first target of opportunity for the weapons arrays of the pursuing cubes. They'd pinned their hopes on a wrecked ship, and thus far, she'd managed to buy them a few scant minutes more. Minutes of terror and uncertainty.

Yet, as he looked into the eyes of the Lt. at helm, Colin realized that she completely shared his perspective. In fact, Sarah had borne the brunt of this tragedy. Now, the haunted intelligence behind her eyes cried out for one last reassurance, a final show of command to set the crew at their ease. Despite his own transwarp induced narcosis, Colin understood that one point. It was moments such as these that he found a genuine love for the sometimes awkward young woman from New York..

"Test your lateral thrusters," he responded. "Let's find out if this tractor beam allows for any evasive action."

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An icon on his screen glowed to life. Vreenak had restored the SIF generators. Slowly, the creaking and groaning of Hope's structure began to dissipate. Colin leaned forward, teeth clenched within a closed mouth, willing the moan of his own skeletal agony to remain within. His chin came to rest in the palm of his left hand. For a moment, as his head cleared, he allowed his fingers to explore the stranger's face he now wore. The nose, less prominent, the sallow cheeks which had lost their definition and the signs of age, all stood as a mask of someone he chose not to be. He'd met this man, once, and had taken an instant dislike to him. Colin swept the moment aside, pushing himself back to the task at hand, an awful waiting for the next round of shooting to begin. As the ship regained her inner strength, his functionality improved. The mind sharpened, the perspective clarified, and options became the order of the day.

Lt. Moore wrote: "Is there anything I can do to Help?'


For the power that voice held over him, Colin might as well have still been transwarp drunk. He turned his head, taking in the sight of the woman as she entered the bridge. For a moment, he thought to leap from his chair, cry out in joy and relief, and take Amelia into arms that had longed to hold her for over two years. With the utmost of control, the new captain regarded her. "Have a seat, Lt. Moore," he gestured toward the vacant First Officer's perch. "Glad to see you're well. What of Lt's Hocevar and Etal? Ens. Yahan?"

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Re: S02Ep05 The Borderlands

Postby sail3695 » Tue Feb 14, 2012 9:56 pm

Lt. Marisol Hocevar
Assistant Engineer, USS Hope

At the chief's order, she'd torn her way into the ship's power grid, applying jumpers and stopgap connections to finally get a read as to the status. What Marisol found was not heartening. The grid was alive with breaks in the overall curcuit. One look around the catastrophe that was engineering confirmed that every scavenger in the quadrant had been at her. Conduits hung, some in great swags, others limp and bare ended, only to jerk to serpentine life as Marisol attempted to close and track the individual feeds. This power grid would come back online, but not without a solid two days of reconnect and bypass.

Then, there was the biggest gap in the grid. Hope's warp core as a lifeless column. Regular start, cold start, and emergency start procedures had all failed to rouse a heartbeat. The core was long dead, cold to the touch as she opened the dilitheum matrix access panel. "Doesn't that figure?" the diminutive woman asked at the sight of the mounting chassis, devoid of the crystal that would channel the matter/antimatter reaction into useful power. A followup check of the storage revealed that when thieves had taken Hope's crystals, they'd been thorough in the job. But they hadn't stopped there.

"Oh goddammit," she swore from the upper level of the engineering bay.

SLt. Vreenak wrote:"Marisol," he turned to look for the female Engineer, "what's the status on the warp core? We need more power."


"Dilitheum crystals and backups are missing," she called from her perch at the top end of the core. "The duterium injector assembly has been removed. Sir, it looks to me like someone was systematically deconstructing the warp core."

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Re: S02Ep05 The Borderlands

Postby Mia Cummings » Wed Feb 15, 2012 2:42 am

Lt Amelia 'Mia' Moore
Chief of Science
USS Hope

Amelia took in the sight of the Bridge and questioned how the ship was even running. Her attention was brought to The Captain's chair as it's occupant turned to face her. The face was familiar in a way, and yet not. But when he spoke, Amelia's heart leapt at the sound.

"Have a seat, Lt. Moore," he gestured toward the vacant First Officer's perch. "Glad to see you're well. What of Lt's Hocevar and Etal? Ens. Yahan?"


Amelia nodded and moved to the seat indicated, staggering slightly due to the ships rough sailing and her own fatigue. "Lt's Hocevar and Etal, I believe have reported to engineering. Ens Yahan, is assisting where possible. We are all as well as can be expected. Although Marisol should get medical treatment. She took quite a beating."

Mia shifted in her seat to face Colin, more to study the new face that he wore. The sudden realization that he had been the bandaged patient in Eternity's Sick bay. That seemed a lifetime ago and yet she knew it had not been all that long ago. She started to raise her hand to touch his face and then remembered he wasn't exactly liking her at the moment and such conduct on the bridge, even on in as bad a shape as this one, was shunned upon. She finally looked away, Taking to glancing down at her hands now folded in her lap. "I'm sorry, Colin. This," she said with a slight wave of her hand, "is all my fault. I wish.." She sighed and closed her eyes, memories of crewmembers that hadn't survived swam in front of her as a tear slid down her cheek, " I'm so sorry."

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Re: S02Ep05 The Borderlands

Postby sail3695 » Wed Feb 15, 2012 10:15 am

Cdr. Colin Byrne
Captain, USS Hope

"Enough of that," Byrne replied to the science officer's self rebuke. "I need everyone......everyone......to focus. Shields, life support, and analysis are what's needed right now. Mr. Barlow, Ms. Moore, I have yet to know the status of engineering, and the scope of work ahead. Lt. James, it's widely known that the Borg could read thoughts and communicate in transwarp. We simply must know what's in the minds of our hosts. Joanna, Sorveck, you witnessed the opening moves of the rogue fleet's attack. The Borg King seemed to take a particular interest in you, Joanna," Byrne concluded. "There's work to be done. We've been wounded today, but until we're clear and secure, I need every one of you at your best."

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Re: S02Ep05 The Borderlands

Postby The Writer » Wed Feb 15, 2012 10:34 am

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The Borg Cubes come within range, firing two streams of heated phaser light that cast over the hull of the Silver Sphere. It's shield's dance to the onslaught, flickering momentarily. The shockwave of the blast rattles Hope as metal moans in responds. The second stream slices into Hope, burning a hole through it's shielding and striking its ventral aft. Again a violent quake ripples through the Intrepid as power fluctuates throughout the ship.
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Re: S02Ep05 The Borderlands

Postby Sonja Kinnunen » Wed Feb 15, 2012 9:49 pm

Lieutenant Talla Vreenak
Chief Engineering Officer
U.S.S. Hope, Engineering

Vreenak turned to look up at Marisol, his face made of stone while his black eyes burned. No crystals and someone removed an entire primary component of the warp drive assembly? So they had a hull that wasn't a broken mirror, but everything else about this ship was worse than the Eternity had been. That would be ironic, wouldn't it? Going from one vessel to another and having the exact opposite conditions aboard? Not exact, but close enough to make their lives difficult.

"Focus on the reactors. We need to make sure there's enough fuel to keep them powered," to say nothing about squeezing as much out of them as possible. Auxiliary power was the best they could get in these circumstances. "Later we need to verify the status of the anti-matter containment pods." Not now. Obviously unless they were about to blow up it didn't matter how much anti-matter they had.

<<Tag Marisol>>

The Romulan looked forward to the future meeting, 'So, Lieutenant, when do we get warp drive?' Of course, Commander, I will convert your Starfleet warp chamber into an artificial singularity containment chamber and we'll reprogram and convert every EPS conduit, power junction, and power regulator on the ship. We should have that complete in the next year. Might not be that bad. Might be able to rig something up given what they had, but just as likely to blow themselves up given the poor condition of the ship. Could get parts, but first they needed to survive being in a Borg tractor beam with Borg cubes chasing them.

And that's when the deck dropped.

There wasn't even an alarm. Consoles lit up however pointing out the new damage.

He slapped his combadge, not certain anyone understood the gravity of their situation--even if a Pakled could understand the gravity of their situation--"Vreenak to Byrne. The ship cannot withstand an engagement with the Borg. Main power cannot be restored. Auxiliary power is the best we can give you." Some might have said they couldn't withstand a "prolonged" engagement; those people would be sugar coating the issue so everyone felt better. Vreenak wanted them to know one or two more hits like that and they'd probably fall apart.

<<Tag Byrne, Bridge>>

Miracle worker? Marisol and him could pull a miracle out, but they weren't Q.

"We need to stabilize life support and focus shields aft," Vreenak called out as he began tapping away at the console to see what they had to work with. What about the Borg Sphere in front of them? The Sphere wasn't shooting at them. The Cubes were. One certainty of death at a time.

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Re: S02Ep05 The Borderlands

Postby The Writer » Thu Feb 16, 2012 10:58 am

LTCMDR Rick Barlow
Suspended Officer, U.S.S. Eternity
U.S.S. Hope, Main Bridge

ON:
As Lieutenant Commander Rick Barlow was about to rebuttal Commander Byrne, the ship shook violently, sparks flew from his console and instinct took hold of him to shield his eyes as his body flung heavy to the side. He clung to anything, keeping himself up off the floor.

"You hear that Colin? Thats God laughing at you while you make plans."

Swiftly a call, garbled and static:

LT Vreenak wrote:"Vreenak to Byrne. The ship cannot withstand an engagement with the Borg. Main power cannot be restored. Auxiliary power is the best we can give you."


"..., you sure can pick 'em," Red mumbled as he grudgingly took the Operations Station, the crack in the panel had widened and the commands were offline. "Ops is offline sir. Sensor grid failing. I'm starting to loose viewscreen feeds." He shuffled from the console and went towards Tactical. He shoved past Lieutenant Commander Sorveck before pulling out the lower left panel on the console's access point. "Attempting to bypass....," he didn't have any tools, just a pen knife, but there was a lot one could do with a pen knife.

A slight flicker reverberated across the tactical console as power was pulled from its cache. Since they didn't have weapons nor any shield control, they wouldn't need Tactical Command, nor its sensor suite. "Sarah," Red grimaced, "I'm transferring sensor capability to Helm through the navigational computer. Should be enough to give us eyes outside again." What little power he could take was forwarded towards the Bridge's viewscreen, the static filled image rasterized to a lower resolution, ideal for the power optimization. "Little pixilated," Red mumbled as he slammed the console panel back on with his good arm, "but at least its stabilized."

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Re: S02Ep05 The Borderlands

Postby The Writer » Thu Feb 16, 2012 11:06 am

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The Borg Cubes fire again as phaser light pushes towards Hope and the Silver Sphere. At the cusp of impact, the Silver Sphere veers slightly to port, the beams of light passing a micrometer from Hope's starboard aft before crashing deep into the Sphere, it's shield system taking the brunt of the impact in a dash of light.
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Re: S02Ep05 The Borderlands

Postby sail3695 » Thu Feb 16, 2012 11:17 am

Cdr. Colin Byrne
Captain, USS Hope

The overtaking cubes released their first volleys, weapons fire splashing in bursts of green upon the hull of the sphere whose tractor beam held Hope as a dog on a leash. The starship rocked with an impact, sending those on her bridge scrambling for handholds to maintain balance. In the command chair, Colin didn't need to be told the severity of the wound. Clearly, the burst had penetrated Trent's overtaxed shielding to wreak havoc among Hope's already weakened internal systems. "Damn," Byrne swore softly. "Evasive maneuvers...whatever you can manage."

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"Dangling on a chain before the wolves," Colin thought. His commbadge suddenly chirped.

Lt. Vreenak wrote:"Vreenak to Byrne. The ship cannot withstand an engagement with the Borg. Main power cannot be restored. Auxiliary power is the best we can give you."


"Thank you, chief. Prioritize aft shielding. Byrne out."

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The situation was clear. The cubes, unencumbered, had the advantage. The mysterious sphere, forced to tow a crippled Hope into the transwarp conduit, was no match for the pursuing force. And Hope, now most likely considered a stolen artifact, hung in the balance, either to be torn apart in this running fight, or returned to a sure fate at the hands of Sion. The transwarp conduit glowed in strange hues of pink and grey. Occasionally, Byrne could make out a streak of white through the milky shimmer, the glow of a nearby star. There was only one card left to play.

"Counselor," the captain spoke abruptly. "project your thought upon the sphere. One message. "Release us."

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"Helm," the captain ordered, "continue what evasive action you can. The moment that tractor disengages, pull away hard. Take us out of the corridor. Do you understand?"

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He tapped his commbadge. "All hands, this is the captain. We are under attack by two Borg cubes. Stand by to exit the transwarp conduit. This is going to be a rough ride; make certain that you're secured."
The stony silence on the bridge offered all the confirmation he needed. Everyone here understood what was about to take place. Exiting transwarp was just as ticklish a move as entering. To willingly tumble sideways was to hurl the ship into an untested realm of physics. A suicidal choice, on a day full of suicidal choices.

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