S02Ep06 The Children of Eden

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S02Ep06 The Children of Eden

Postby FSF Gabe » Tue Aug 07, 2012 10:46 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 6 "The Children of Eden"
It has been 6 months since the Eternity was taken by the Borg and the surviving crew having to survive on the scavenged Intrepid Class starship, Hope. Through repairs given for trade of work, Hope has become a forerunner in nearly all mercenary trade within the massive hub the Borderlands; the last bastion of the Delta Quadrant, an area seemingly safe from the Borg Collective. Under command of self proclaimed Captain Colin Byrne and his crew have become hardened by the environment, having lived in the Borderlands and in the Delta Quadrant for so long a time. Though at always a constant, he searches for an avenue to return his crew home to Earth and the individual known as The Man in Black.

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Re: Ep 6 The Children of Eden

Postby FSF Sail » Fri Aug 17, 2012 8:32 pm

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"Husband," came the call from a voice he knew to be of his third wife. "The children are frightened. They fear the ship."

"Sing to them, Niara" her mate ordered. "Sing the song of Wortt and Hessa. And act the parts out. They always laugh at that." As he spoke, Klott studied his readouts The plasma impeller was running well beyond it's safe operating temperature. If it were to melt down, he'd have a greater crisis on his hands than the vessel which pursued them. His ship, the Naru, had been home to himself, 4 wives, and now seven children, if one were to count the bulge in Cuilar's belly. With no desire to settle his family among the criminals that spawned upon the planets of the Borderlands, he'd kept them here, aboard his ship, safe and secure that the Naru's speed could best any of the local pirates and journeymen who might seek to take her.

Until now.

When the large ship hailed him, Klott knew that he had but one chance. He had to run, get the Naru safely into the asteroid field where he might maneuver at will, and get the advantage of his pursuer. That satisfied "what."

As to "why," he understood that as well. The two crates of pharmaceuticals in his hold would fetch a handsome price on the fringe, food and fuel enough for a solar cycle at least. But, Jetan Remsen had been more keen of eye than he'd first reckoned. Klott, of Ralian birth, had always been taught the Kazon were boorish oafs who couldn't count beyond six, let along one hundred and four. Now, as this new ship, looking remarkably like the "Voi-ah-jer" of childhood legend, grew large within his aft viewport, Klott of Ral came to realize that his prejudices may well cost all their lives.

Ahead stretched the salvation of the asteroid field. A quick glance behind showed the demon ship, white but for several blotches of metal patchwork. He could read her name. Suddenly, she fired, an ice blue beam of energy that flashed out toward his ship, and his life.
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Re: Ep 6 The Children of Eden

Postby FSF Sail » Fri Aug 17, 2012 8:50 pm

Captain "Colin" Byrne
CO, USS Hope

“Captain’s log, stardate 66101.6 It would seem that in addition to the higher order of services to be bartered for, our erstwhile employer has developed a particular fondness for assigning us to “collections.” Case in point, the trading vessel Naru, whose captain, a repugnant little slug by the name of Klott, has chosen to put his engines to us instead of settling his accounts. We have engaged pursuit, and, if our Engineer is feeling a twinge of Romulan efficiency, we might yet manage to overtake our quarry. Thus far, our hails have gone unanswered, leaving me the alternative of testing Ensign Nazir’s newfound talents at the Tactical console.

Should that moment arrive, First Officer Jamieson shall lead the boarding party, with instructions to collect what’s been “omitted” from a recent delivery to our employer. While aboard, she shall, with help from her lovely wife’s sensor sweeps, determine the amount and nature of the “service fee” we shall levy upon Klott’s hold. My only hope would be that we locate spices and seasonings, as well as agricultural minerals and fertilizers, to finally satisfy both the demands of our science chief, and assist engineer become cook. Each shall be in the best interests of the crew. For my own part, finding both shall come as a relief, for I simply cannot abide the constant haranguing of one woman, let alone two. Byrne out.”

He leaned back in his chair, adopting his characteristic posture of ease. One leg casually draped the other as the man known as Captain Byrne gazed upon the fleeing merchantman. The Naru was in decent condition, to be sure. Perhaps he’d send old Vreenak along to scavenge a part or two. The man was a frightful bore who couldn’t be enticed, nay, goaded, into a conversation concerning anything but Engineering, and the often promised, yet never delivered, dilitheum. Still, Colin had found within him a reliable sense of pragmatism when it came to operations such as these. Vreenak had done the arithmetic of their survival long ago, and the numbers still seemed to add up for him. Perhaps some time spent indulging his more potent impulses among the crew of this thieving little trader might brighten his day to some extent…

He cast a glance toward the First Officer’s chair. The raised eyebrow and flash of disapproval he received caused a question at first, until he realized just what it was that might’ve set Sarah Jamieson off this time. “Haranguing, Number One,” the Dark Colin chuckled. “One of the “girlier” aspects of the gender, shall we say? Oh, stop, I don’t mean you. Certainly not Joanna, either; she barely has two words for me as it is. Speaking of which, Joanna, dear Joanna, has our friend made any attempt to respond to our hails?”

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As her answer came forth, Colin smiled, delivered a triumphal glance toward his First, and then rose from the command chair. “Ensign Nazir, it’s time to offer a demonstration of our earnest desire for resolution. He seems to think that by running for that asteroid field, he’ll find a hiding place….”

“Not it at all,” Drejman interrupted from his station at the helm. “He can outmaneuver us in there. He’d be long gone by the time we managed to extricate ourselves.”

“Splendid, that,” Colin sniffed his annoyance at the interruption. “I suppose another communication is in order. Asri, target the large asteroid just ahead of him. Fire when ready.” He turned, knowing all too well to meet with fresh outrage in the eyes of his First Officer, as well as his replacement Operations officer. “Oh come now,” he admonished the pair. “At the worst, we’ll scratch the paint.”

This charade was beginning to wear old with him. Having found his liberation, the former “Dark Companion” had once relished the idea of the sort of exploits he’d undertake in this physical form. However, he’d soon come to learn that the drab little people of this crew would only brook so much of his natural tendencies before questions, or worse, might occur to them. First, of course, had been Amelia. In the days after the surgery, her passions had built until they matched the fervor with which he chose to pursue his newfound physicality. She showed him nights of pleasure which exceeded every text he’d ever absorbed. For a time, Amelia’s energies and drives had matched his own, causing them both to collapse into each other’s arms with often too little time remaining before morning watch. But that time had passed. Recently, though she wore a glad and welcoming face when he pulled her close, he sensed the nature of the mask, yet continually failed to plumb the truth behind it’s smiling veneer. But, so long as she acquiesced to his desires, he thought little of the true feelings which lay beneath.

Barlow had left the ship. Given the aberrations in Rick’s earlier behavior, Dark Colin hadn’t cared much. Nor had the crew thought enough to question more deeply. Colin’s offer to allow anyone else who wished defection a free pass to the surface had been met with stony silence.

Janelle James, however, was a slightly more problematic issue. Whether she carried memory of it or not, she’d seen him…him, actually. He’d seen it developing in the Counselor’s eyes. A lingering sense of doubt, a caution she couldn’t quite piece together, seemed to hover between them these days. Fortunately for Colin, the ship’s Counselor had other patients to concern herself with.

Thank God for Scott Orlan. Though once, several months ago, Colin had suggested the man might have “gone balmy,” the former Ops chief had bettered that assessment. Now, he was positively crackers, and just in time to distract the Counselor. Fortune does smile upon the wicked, after all.

For the past months, he’d lead the ship, and her crew, through a series of missions and operations on behalf of Jetan Remsen, their host. As far as he was concerned, this arrangement had proven quite beneficial, even profitable. Though he’d sniffed Remsen’s involvement in a higher syndicate of sorts, and had reason to suspect his hand in the death of Hmra Etal, the standard of living aboard the ship had improved pretty substantially. Their galley was better provisioned, something that tended to keep Marisol relatively content. He’d even authorized the use of an otherwise abandoned deck as an agricultural/hydroponics section, which would soon yield it’s first crops of fresh fruit and vegetables. And, he noted, taking in the much more attractively dressed women on the bridge, the return of creature comforts had added to a morale boost for a crew who still seemed ill at ease with their newfound role as “enforcers.” “Doubtless,” he thought, “my convict doppelganger would feel the same, and take a principled stand that would’ve killed or starved off even more of us.”

For a moment, he smiled as the forward phaser bank lashed out, a brilliant beam that narrowly avoided the escaping Naru to find it’s target. The asteroid, a great chunk of rock and ice, exploded when touched, the superheated gasses within propelling a hail of debris and flame outward. Naru broke left in an attempt to avoid the larger chunks, and was paid for her efforts with a pounding upon her unshielded starboard hull. Her engines seemed to idle there, as if her captain were trying to figure his next move.

“Joanna,” Colin said easily, “do open the channel again, and put me through.” He swept to the command chair, taking to it as a throne, his posture again the carefree image of relaxation. “Trading Vessel Naru, this is Captain Byrne of the USS Hope. Shall we settle this issue amicably?”

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As expected, the channel opened, presenting a pug ugly little humanoid whose facial features revealed his Dralian ancestry. “No spices for Marisol,” Colin mused, calling to mind the heightened Dralian allergic reaction to anything of the sort.

“This is Klott, captain of the Naru. Why do you accost us?”

Colin offered a smile. “We are here on behalf of Jetan Remsen. Mr. Remsen has noticed a slight…….discrepancy……in your last delivery? He’s thinking perhaps that a simple mistake was made, and sent us along to…”

“No mistake!” Klott blustered. “He paid, and I delivered. Now let me be.”

Colin glanced over his left shoulder, toward Jo Jamieson. The woman was bent to her console, studious as she scanned the cargo hold of the Naru. “Exquisite,” the Dark escapee thought as his eyes wandered the pouting lips, the smooth line of her cheek as it disappeared behind the blond hair he longed to inhale. Sensing his gaze, she glanced up. Colin’s eyes did not avert. Instead, he smiled. “Anything to report. Joanna?”

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Colin listened as she read off the contents of the Dralien’s hold. “Why, Mr. Klott, it would seem that we have located the missing containers. This shall all be settled in short order….”

“How dare you?” Klott demanded. “How dare you pursue me in open space, demand that I give up my cargo…”

“Ralian, I grow weary of your blustering,” Colin replied.

“And I grow weary of your simpering smile!” the Ralian shouted as he glanced toward his console. “You come to me, talking like a female..”

“He’s throttling engines,” Drejman warned.

“Perhaps you’ll appreciate this turn of phrase,” Colin replied to the image onscreen. “Target phasers to his engines. Burn them off of his hull.”

“No……..NO!” Klott shouted, his voice now reflecting newfound terror. “I have my females aboard…….my children.”

“Females,” Colin mused, before leaning forward with a predatory grin. “Do they all look like you?”

“They are Dralian,” Klott answered in surprise.

“Pity, that,” Byrne said with a dismissive tilt to his head. “Now, let’s discuss the next few moments of our lives, shall we? You’ll shut your engines down at once. We’ll tractor your vessel to rendezvous. This lovely female,” he said with a nod to Sarah Jamieson, “shall come calling at your portside airlock, along with a number of associates. They shall reclaim Mr. Remsen’s missing cargo, along with a suitable recompense for our actions to reacquire it. During that time, you shall be escorted to my ready room, where we might have a friendly sort of…..chat.”

“Am I to die by your hand?” Klott asked, shocked. “For two crates of drugs?”

“Quite the contrary,” Byrne chuckled. “Mr. Remsen wishes to maintain a long and mutually beneficial business relationship. If all goes as I’ve laid out, you and your family shall be on your way in less than two cycles. Now,” Byrne rose, his tone changing to that of command. “Shut down your engines, and prepare to be boarded.”

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Re: Ep 6 The Children of Eden

Postby FSF Gabe » Mon Aug 20, 2012 10:34 am

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Borderlands Space, Section 43

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"****," Lieutenant Commander Rick Barlow muttered, his voice muffled by the compressed air mixture circulating in his pressurized suit.

"What is it Red," a voice came over the suit's communications, the sound somewhat static with the traverse of data through the elongated life line that connected the former Second to his ship, the Nomad, which hung brief in a mess of debris and chaos.

"Nothing Madelynn," he answered, "just that I found it."

Before him, in the wave mess of floating particles and listless trash hung the remains of the Trent, a runabout that had gone missing some six months before. Rick had spent what little resources he could muster to find out what happened on that day so long ago. Now, as one big piece of the puzzle fell into place, a million more of those jagged bastards were misplaced. He sighed. "I need more slack," he called, "fire thrusters for a 2.7 sec burn on my mark."

He turned away, his body tumbling complacent as he moved into position to be dragged a bit by the Nomad. With the maneuver done, Red twisted on his flashlight before pulling out his only Tricorder. "Alright Maddie, mark."

Above, the Nomad burned it's aft thrusters, it sleek twin engines firing all briefly before the entire modified fighter drifted forward a couple of degrees. In the motion, Barlow was dragged, his hands and arms flying forward before coming close to the wreckage of the Trent Class runabout. "Let's see what we got here…," he called before opening the tricorder and setting his flashlight on the hatch. Remotely, the Lieutenant Commander set the input code for access, the sudden hiss of hydraulics followed swiftly by a quick puff of atmosphere decompression signaling a break in the hatch. He immediately tried to force the port open, his gloves finding the hand holds of the grooves before be pulled, his feet stamping magnetically on the ship's hull, before he pried it open enough to get inside.

Dust had settled, as his flashlight passed the particles ripped in a million twilights like crystals. There was evidence of a battle, scorch marks, fractured hull plating, the forward viewer cracked and blood. Through a mild DNA scan, Barlow ascertained that some of the blood was Kazon while some where of an unknown variety. Not a drop spilled of Vulcan or Klingon nor was Sorveck's body seen. "More mystery…," Red breathed as he moved to the front of the ship, finding the computer controls, the screens dark, powerless. "Maddie," Barlow began, his voice cutting the silence as he pulled from his satchel a power and transfer module, "I'm setting up the vampire tap, are you ready for transfer?"

"I sure am Red."

"That's my girl," he smirked before extending the four pin device and stabbing it into the main data transfer. "Switching on now."

With a spark of life, the vampire tap began to feed power into the computer, the lights flickering momentarily before the cell optimized itself and focused on the database of the Trent itself. The lights of the ship died and the only glow was that of the transfer device wirelessly broadcasting the information for the Trent's computers to the Nomad. "How's it looking?"

"A lot of it's fragmented, but so far nothing in the way of telling us the fate of Lieutenant Commander Sorveck or the Trent."

"Figures," he breathed his voice gruff as he sat back in the front seat. "Just get what you can. Patch into Remsen's dock flight control. I need to find out where Colin and his ship are at."

"Planning on telling Scott?"

"If I can get through to him, last time I heard from Hope, he'd gone mad." Rick passed, shaking his head dumbfounded of the revelation that had befallen Orlan. He had spoken of Gorik in the final moments of the Cerberus Project's conclusion, talked of the Vulcan as if he were a real person. There for awhile, a long while, Red even wanted to meet this Gorik. "Insanity," he thought aloud.

"Agreed. Uh, Red," said Madelynn, "I think I got all I can."

"Set course for the Borderlands, Dock 4. Initiate decompression of the cabin and open up. I'm on my way."
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The Nomad soared, its twin engines burning after the ship escaped Warp velocity, its smooth grey body coming into impulse power before drifting towards the mass hub that was the Borderlands; home to many and even Barlow for the last five months since he left Hope as a crew member. "Landing Clearance requested," Barlow stated in the open frequency hail, "Flight Control this is the Nomad requesting docking clearance in number four. Please respond."

He waited among the ship's and the patrolling fighters, all of which looked upon the Nomad with a gleam of lust. The ship itself had been formally a Kazon Fighter, something of a scrap heap that, like many things in the Borderlands, once belonged to Jetan Remsen. Red bought it off the trader, payment for work done to his pride and joy, the Hope, which had turned into something of a prized possession along with a willing crew of former Starfleet now turned mercenaries.

Rick chalked this up to the change he saw in Colin; indeed the man was not as he was. Cold, callus, something of a harden sense of the man he was formally. It was this and a few other factors that led Barlow to leave the crew of Hope, he didn't trust Remsen, didn't trust whatever organization was backing that man up so formally that he nearly owned everything within the sector. If it came down to it, Red blamed that Kazon for Etal's disappearance.

Barlow built the Nomad to continue his search into the events of his first job as an Away Team leader, letting the matter consume him to the point of a passion. With his skills as a fabricator and master engineer, Red found work, found the means within the Borderlands and eventually used the resources he collected to build the Nomad as the second fastest ship in the sector; second only to Hope.

"You looking forward to returning to Hope," the artificial intelligence ringed, bringing Red out of his previous thoughts?

"Not particularly," he answered folding his arms across his chest as he waited for clearance. The Borderlands had begun to sim with activity since Hope became it's forerunner in Mercenary Trade, allocating a lot of recognition and highlighting Remsen perfectly as the man to see if you wanted something delivered or something ran into the far depths of the Delta Quadrant. No other ship was as equipped as Hope, and it seemed the survivors of the Machine Wars knew it. They crossed into the Borderlands now with almost impunity and with that making this last hideout from the Borg continue to be shown in the limelight. Added security and a few more ship's in the debris fields that surrounded the station wouldn't hold the Collective off, but the ignorance was palpable.

"Still," he stated erasing his train of thought and focusing on the task at hand, "we'll need fuel and provisions. If what you said is true, Hope will probably be on the return with it's job in near completion, but that boat is still fast. We'll need to navigate an intercept to shave off a couple days in transit."

"Shouldn't be hard," Madelynn replied.

"Thats why I love you my dear…,"

"Nomad, this is Dock 4, you are clear."
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Red's Designs sat on the busy sector of Dock 4's market district, a swarm of scavenged debris, discarded remnants of technology and a few instances of trash littered collectively around the small shed, almost as if these remnants were part of the architecture. When docked, Barlow exited the Noman and pulled the feed tubes on the distributor caps to drain the raw plasma from the ship's deuterium chain. These tubes fed into a vat that was refined and reused as secondary fuel, not easy to burn and not as efficient as the matter/antimatter core that ran the Nomad's warp engines, but it would save some drain from that part of the engine. "Shut down procedures Maddie. Lock yourself up and give me a couple of hours to get things ready for you. We leave as soon as those things are done."

"You got it Red," the ship stated before starting it's lock down procedures.

Briskly, Barlow entered his shop, finding surprise with a person already inside, his back facing. Silently, Red thumbed his pistol, pulling the latch off so that he could draw if this man did something he didn't like. He played it cool though, continuing on with his friendly means. "Can I help you," he stated, holding his ground.

As the man turned, again Rick was shocked. A Vulcan, out here. "Vulcan," he couldn't help but blurt out, "weird to find one out here in the Delta Quadrant."

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Re: Ep 6 The Children of Eden

Postby Tyvok » Tue Aug 21, 2012 1:53 am

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Tyvok had heard the faint whispers on the stream of the Delta Quadrant of the return of his once home, the USS Hope. Thoughts drifted back to the simple things, like the smell of his old cabin... how he had perfectly adjusted and tweaked his Tactical console to be more efficient in battle... Random thoughts of a now distant life as he stood amongst the scraps in this small shop. He had mediated a trade dispute between a freighter and a moon in order to garner transport to this Dock and he was still tired from his journey. The years had not been easy for the once stoic and proud Starfleet officer, trading services as a makeshift diplomat or security expert in order to make his way.

Tyvok leaned against the wall, taking a moment to ponder. He reached up and placed his hand on his chin, brushing down the beard he had grown over these long years. Then, images of those final days and hours aboard the doomed vessel were interrupted by sound at the entrance.

He heard what he assumed would be Mr. Barlow enter and turned only to be greeted by the shocked tone of the former Second.

He arched his brow, “You may call me Tyvok, although in this distant place I suppose Vulcan would be just as effective...” He quickly took notice of the man's hand at the ready of his holster, “I assure you that nothing I intend to do today will require the use of that weapon on your part.”

Tyvok adjusted the bottom of his shirt, straightening the wrinkles, “I am here because I have heard that you may have information regarding the Starfleet vessel USS Hope... my former assignment. If this is true, then I believe we may have many things to discuss.”

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Re: Ep 6 The Children of Eden

Postby FSF Gabe » Tue Aug 21, 2012 9:21 am

LTCMDR Rick Barlow
Former Second Officer, U.S.S. Hope
Borderlands, Dock 4, Red's Designs

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"Former," Barlow muttered before clipping the strap back to loop around the hammer of his side arm, "that's a bold statement Tyvok, is it...,"

The Lieutenant Commander smirked, finding the Vulcan's attitude and bluntness rather refreshing. He walked passed Tyvok, disappearing behind the counter and further behind the partitioned wall, gathering equipment and supplies, dumping them in two duffle bags that had been patched and patched and ran through the ringer. "I'm sure you know that Starfleet doesn't hold claim on Hope anymore. Jetan Remsen has the title along with the crew in his greedy little fingers. Well..., I guess thats normal for a Kazon."

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Re: Ep 6 The Children of Eden

Postby Kay Safford » Tue Aug 21, 2012 11:44 am

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Six months had past, six long lonely months. Personally she had come to terms with Jon’s death, she still had a hole where her heart and soul use to be but it wasn’t jagged and painful at every waking moment now. There were times she’d smile at a joke because she actually found it amusing and not that she was forcing it because it was expected. Physically, she was fine, her hip healed a while ago. Professionally. Scott wasn’t her patient anymore. He was Janelle’s. But she still checked in regularly. It was sad, he was still off his rocker. It frustrated her not being able to help him. He had, had a twinkle, a light in his eyes the first time she had seen him for the burns to his hand. That twinkle was gone, and she wanted to see him get it back.

Capt Byrne, he seems to physically be doing well, he’s shown improvement from the back surgery he had. It wasn’t perfect by any means. But he was definitely able to function now. She didn’t see him much at all anymore, now that he wasn’t an active patient.

Janelle’s case was perplexing. She still had the mutated form of Zenthra fever, and her phase was still coming on, but the progression of her white blood cells and the infection itself seems to have slowed down. She no longer new when Janelle’s illness would come to a head.

Then there was all the scuttle butt on the ship, whispers that Barlow had left, because of Colin, but was it Colin, or was it Colin and Mia together that made him leave. She didn’t know, being isolated as she was. But she missed Reds smile, his quick wit.

Then there were all these “missions” for Resmen that were happening, she only went on the ones she was ordered to do so, they left a sour taste in her mouth. And then there was Hrma, why hadn’t they looked for her more. Granted her trail had gone cold. But a better investigation could have happened, questions asked. Call on a few of Rensem’s connection, he seemed to know everything that was going on. Get a lead and follow it till it’s end. But that didn’t happen. What the heck was really going on?
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Re: Ep 6 The Children of Eden

Postby Sonja Kinnunen » Tue Aug 21, 2012 10:01 pm

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

Vreenak had naturally ceded command back to Byrne and Jamieson as each became available following the incident on the bridge. Since then he'd continued to perform his duty without question, publicly. Privately the Romulan noticed a change in Byrne's demeanor since his surgery, however seeing as how the Captain wasn't putting the ship at risk--and in fact seemed open to doing what was necessary to survive--he hadn't mentioned it to others. He certainly hadn't stirred up any talk of mutiny; though Barlow obviously disagreed on some level seeing how the man left not terribly long afterward.

Since then Vreenak had been working to keep the small Engineering team working as efficiently as possible. Fortunately, for them, the Romulan wasn't working them to death, but that didn't mean it wasn't rigorous and tiring. His own performance had improved as well, though he hadn't mentioned anything that might explain the less uptight demeanor he'd had several months ago when they first arrived in the Delta Quadrant. Also fortunate since there'd yet to be any verbal or physical explosion by their Chief Engineer; with a great deal of the command staff already compromised on some level a breakdown would have hardly helped.

Once again the Hope was on assignment for their intrepid entrepreneur making the most of the Borg-torn Delta Quadrant. Like every time before this one, Vreenak was overseeing Main Engineering to get people in all the right places to keep their ship moving now that it was more than a battered old skeleton. The fact this ship could fly and defend itself, alone, had improved the Romulan's mood, if nothing else.

The clang of the ladder rung quietly under the hum of the fully functional starship as the Chief Engineer ascended to the upper levels of Engineering. He stepped out onto the grating and moved over to a console to continue improving and readjusting the flow regulators and emitters. Their current target had speed on their side and as such the Hope needed as much power as it could muster to overtake the other vessel. Having reassembled this ship piecemeal left a great deal of refinement left to do even after several months. The fact this ship was even functioning so soon was a result of a lot of hard work and all that effort had left precious little time to making fine tuned adjustments.

Monitoring the output of the core caused Vreenak to check what was happening on the bridge. Seemed they'd fired phasers and were nearing an asteroid belt. No doubt the Commander didn't feel like following the ship in there. Wise move seeing how the deflector dish wasn't intended to be used on rocks that big and the shields wouldn't last forever.

He crossed over to the railing and looked down at the main deck. "Check the starboard shield generators. Make certain the field alignment has been corrected." If they actually did go into the field they didn't need one section of the shields inherently weaker than the rest if they got broadsided.

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Re: Ep 6 The Children of Eden

Postby Tyvok » Wed Aug 22, 2012 1:48 am

LtJG Tyvok
Former Tactical Chief, USS Hope
Dock 4, Market District, “Red's Designs”

ON:
“The Kazon are an undesirable bunch. I have attempted as little dealings with them as possible over the years.” Tyvok followed behind Barlow as he began to pack, “This one called Remsen,” his lips curled slightly, as if the name itself left a bad taste on his tongue, “I have heard of his... exploits, though I have had no personal dealings with him. As for the Hope...”

Tyvok came around the partition and glanced down to the already packed duffel and then back up at Barlow, stuffing more materials in the other. His eyes narrowed, “Have I caught you in mid-travels Mr. Barlow?”

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Re: Ep 6 The Children of Eden

Postby FSF Gabe » Wed Aug 22, 2012 10:09 am

LTCMDR Rick Barlow
Former Second Officer, U.S.S. Hope
Dock 4, Market District, "Red's Designs"

ON:
"Quite," the Lieutenant Commander called as he pulled the bags of provisions upon his shoulders, "oddly enough I'm on my way to intercept Hope; as conflicted as I am about that, I owe someone as much." As his words spoke his footsteps hastened back outside, back to the Nomad. "Madelynn how are we doing," he stated, opening the starboard ventral panel, a very small compartment, of which he stuffed with the provisions?

"87% Red," the artificial intelligence blurted in a mechanical female voice.

"Excellent," the former Second shot back, closing the compartment while maneuvering to check another area of his ship. "Look," he said as he took steps towards the other side of the Nomad, "if you want my advice, I'd say forget about Hope and move on. That ship and it's crew have been compromised." As he spoke he checked the structural integrity field generator, eyeing its power relay with a practiced engineer's attentiveness. "But I'll tell you what I'll do Tyvok, if your so keen on returning to Hope, whatever reason that may be, I'm not one to stop you." His hands went to his hips. "This trip to Hope is going to be a long one, my ship's fast but it'll take several days to reach her as the Nomad can't sustain warp for any more than 8 hours at a time. Add to that its sensors aren't exactly Federation standard, but it does well short range. Not that I would hold it against you girl," he smiled as his hand rubbed upon the hull of his prize. "I'm looking at two days, give or take, and my trip would be a lot smoother with another person manning the sensors. We'll take shifts while she's in warp. One will bunk up while the other is in front watching the sensors, switch with shift changes. She's small, so we'll be in pretty tight quarters. As long as you don't go Pon Far on me or get any twinges of claustrophobia you're welcome to come along." He smiled as the readout on transfer went to optimized. "I'll even share my provisions, I'm sure I can barter some more from Hope for the return back."

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Re: Ep 6 The Children of Eden

Postby FSF Gabe » Wed Aug 22, 2012 5:56 pm

((OOC: Posted on behalf of FSF Josh, who wrote this fine piece. Little insight into the now fractured mind of Lieutenant JG Scott Orlan, your going to hand your hands full counselor))

LTJG Scott Orlan
Former Operations, U.S.S. Hope
Confined to Quarters, U.S.S. Hope

ON:
Another day. It was just another day. The computer chirped as the clock rolled to 0700 hours. It was another day, and it was time for it to begin. The room lights, normally dim, slowly came up to morning luminescence. As the visibility in the room increased, it was easier to see what was in the room. A couch, a soft chair, and an open floor. Mostly open, at least.

What took some time to notice was the writing. All over the walls, the floor, and on several PADDs strewn about the room was a collection of random writings. Some were in a standard Federation language, such as English. Others seemed to be in languages that were totally foreign to the crew.

While the room itself was just coming to life, it's sole occupant had been up for a while. In fact, he had been up all night. His bloodshot eyes were wide open as they gazed upon the outer wall. With a writing utensil in his hand, he had been scribbling all night. Some of it was gibberish. Other parts were complex formulas, specifications, or charts. The latest additions to the wall were seemingly connected to a diagram written just above the floor on the wall.

Scott's lips were quivering. They were always quivering. His mind had stopped vocally releasing what was on his mind and left him with the appearance of silent muttering. Occasionally, a word or phrase would slip out. "This will come", "I can't forget this", or "Gorik said that..." were common phrases. In fact, if anything did escape his lips, it was typically involving Gorik.

To Scott, Gorik was an old, close friend. The Vulcan had been part of his life for years and a close confidant. But now, all that Scott could hear was Gorik's voice. Everything he wrote he was hearing from his old friend. If he closed his eyes, Scott could even see the Vulcan speaking to him, telling him what to say, what to think, what to do, what to write.

It was only 0700 hours. But this was going to be what Scott was doing all day. Just like he had done all week. All month. For several months. He was lost. His mind was his only shelter, his thoughts his only retreat. Except they weren't even that anymore. Now, his thoughts, his mind, his inner person was dominated by Gorik's words. He was no longer himself. He was just a shell of what he used to be. He still had the same technical capabilities from before. But his personality, everything that allowed him to communicate with the outside world, was suppressed.
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Re: Ep 6 The Children of Eden

Postby Tyvok » Thu Aug 23, 2012 2:37 am

LtJG Tyvok
Former Tactical Chief, USS Hope
Dock 4, Market District, Outside “Red's Design's”

ON:
Tyvok had followed the former Commander's quickened pace as they left the storefront for the Nomad. His brow raised as he saw the hull of the scavenged fighter, “I assure you, I would not require any such special attention.”

He walked up close to the ship, “Interesting acquisition you have made...” He took a moment to scan over the hull and take notes of it's condition. “I would imagine that she's quite a capable vessel, for her size.” Tyvok, in typical presumptuous Vulcan fashion, made his way to the ships sensor control panels.

“I believe this arraignment will be adequate. Perhaps while I'm aboard, I can work on boosting the sensors to make our journey somewhat easier.” He paused and looked back at Barlow with an inquisitive, almost Human, gleam in his eye, “What are her defensive and weapons capabilities?”

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Re: Ep 6 The Children of Eden

Postby FSF Gabe » Thu Aug 23, 2012 12:11 pm

LTCMDR Rick Barlow
Former Second Officer, U.S.S. Hope
Dock 4, Market District, Outside "Red's Design's"

ON:
"She's capable," Barlow smirked, "can't go toe to toe with anything big, but I built her for shoot and scoot rather than direct confrontation." He ducked underneath the starboard wing before pulling towards his shop. "Get your affairs in order Tyvok, we leave in thirty minutes."

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Re: Ep 6 The Children of Eden

Postby Tyvok » Fri Aug 24, 2012 6:15 pm

LtJG Tyvok
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ON:
“Understood. I will help you prep the ship for our journey.” Tyvok struggled with twinges of emotion, rising to the surface. It has been over a decade since he walked the corridors of his old ship and the prospect was giving him unrest.

The former Tactical Chief had been waiting for a chance to see what had become of his old home, but ghosts of the past may still be haunting its decks. He decided to attempt to take his mind off of the destination and focus on getting there. Tyvok did a quick walk around inspection of the condition of the vessel; arms folded behind his back, he took note of any potential concerns (of which there were a few for the Vulcan) and then headed into the ship to begin preparations and possibly work on those sensors.

"Let's see what we have here..."

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Re: Ep 6 The Children of Eden

Postby FSF Gabe » Mon Aug 27, 2012 9:28 am

Story Note
Twelve Hours have passed since Hope's interception of the trading vessel Naru. With the processing of the freighter's cargo underway, suddenly Hope's sensors pick up the Nomad which has been able to shave of six hours from its trip to rendezvous with the Intrepid via navigational redirect and the, now, improved sensors tweaked by former Tactical Officer of Hope, LTJG Tyvok. It falls out of warp and comes to a stop at the stern of Hope, its communications hailing the Intrepid.

"Red Barlow to Hope, request permission to dock."
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Re: Ep 6 The Children of Eden

Postby Janice Lacey James » Mon Aug 27, 2012 9:34 am

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She'd been feeling fine and had been allowed the freedom to move about the ship. Which was helpful in dealing with all the events that had transpired. She was still concerned about the reasons for Barlow's departure, and Colin's lack of remorse or concern. He also didn't seem to care much about propriety anymore. Too many things about Colin's actions made her feel uncomfortable. But try as she might, she couldn't get him to speak to her. And probing his mind was out of the question. For six months she'd felt more and more like he was someone else. His actions on some of the missions were less than honorable. And in her opinion this was just not Colin. Had he finally snapped under the strain? On the surface, he was mostly normal. He could run the ship as well as before, but he'd seemed to enjoy these missions more and more.

And Amelia, while she hadn't said anything to Janelle, seemed to become more withdrawn and quiet. And again, Janelle had been kept at a distance. But she could see that things were not as they should. She would try to talk to Amelia again, soon. Maybe she could finally get to the bottom of what was bothering the Science officer.

And then there was Scott.

She had not been able to break through to him using conventional therapy. He seemed to be locked in his own mind, but she could get no sense of how he actually felt. It was as if his emotions were on hold, except for the overwhelming need to solve a great puzzle. One that only he knew about. It was he that she was going to see now. At 0715 she stood outside his door.

"Computer, unlock and open door to Mr Orlan's quarters, Override James, zeta epsilon omicron"

The door slid open and Janelle stepped inside and looked around. Scott was sitting on the floor, his lips quivering as his eyes seemed to scan the walls and focus somewhere else, his head giving a brief nod as if he were listening to someone.

She had been trying to get through to him for so long that she was almost to the point of breaking every rule she had and forcing herself into his thoughts to get through to him. Only she wasn't sure if she would be strong enough.

"Good Morning Scott, Have you had your breakfast yet?" She asked as she crossed the room to him and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Come lets sit on the couch and talk," She looked at the walls and floor covered with diagrams and scribbles, most of which she couldn't understand, "You can tell me what you've been working on."

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Re: Ep 6 The Children of Eden

Postby FSF Gabe » Tue Aug 28, 2012 5:21 pm

LTCMDR Rick Barlow
Former Second Officer, U.S.S. Hope
U.S.S. Hope, Cargo Bay

ON:
With clearance granted the Nomad pushed forward on impulse, flying gracefully towards the opening presented on the aft section of the Intrepid Class starship Hope and landing just as such within its extended Cargo Bay. The hiss of hydraulics and the punch of gravity taking root settled the small fighter down upon the hull plate, its small landing struts spreading as the 150 thousands tons of metal and technology pressed.

"Madelynn, set yourself on standby mode. I don't want to be here any longer than I have to be."

"Will do Red," came the mechanical female toned voice from the onboard speaker system of the Nomad's cockpit.

The flight controls shot back into the recesses of the front dash before the canopy above depressed and slid back into it's recess, marking it a clean cavity that exposed the entire front forward of the ship. "Home sweet home eh Tyvok...," Barlow trailed as he took off his flight gloves and pocketed them in his flight jacket, his hands going to the edges of the cockpit before he pushed off and over the side, his booted feet clicking audibly to the surface of the floor, the echo reaching the entirety of the expanse. With a passing eye, Rick took a drink of the ship he had helped bring back from the dead, a lot of changes, he could see that plainly, some Engineering marvels within itself and no doubt given handled by Vreenak. The Cargo Bay was the biggest area of the ship, encompassing a slew of decks and nearly all of the Engineering Section. It was littered with cargo and goods, apprehended or in transit to other places within the quadrant. Red sighed, seeing some of those crates having been emblazoned with the Merchant Trader emblem after the fact, the act of marking the cargo for the return back still being done before his very eyes. It was obviously taken by force or by diplomatic misdirection. "Nothing apparently changes," Red said gruffly before seeing Colin Byrne who stood by to watch the remarking being done. At his voice, the self proclaimed Captain turned, Red could feel the malice coming from the man.

"I'm here to see Scott, Colin, thats all," he stated, motioning for Tyvok to follow. As he came to step before Byrne, Red brought attention with motion towards the bearded Vulcan. "Colin, this is Tyvok, I'm sure you two have a lot to talk about...,"

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Re: Ep 6 The Children of Eden

Postby FSF Gabe » Thu Aug 30, 2012 12:02 pm

LTCMDR Rick Barlow
Former Second Officer, U.S.S. Hope
U.S.S. Hope, LTJG Scott Orlan's Quarters

OFF:
So, I get an email from Dan, lol, apparently something's come up for his work and he's pretty much out of pocket for a bit, I think Friday, tomorrow, he's returning, so, he'll be around for the weekend. In any case, I'm pushing my character, and the story, forward a bit.

ON:
Barlow felt bad leaving Tyvok in the hands of Byrne, no telling what the two were conversing about or how deep seeded Byrne's influence had become, but to him, he had one task and one task alone, tell Scott the fate of the Trent.

His boots fell upon the floor as he took steps through Hope's corridors. The pockets of destruction and the state that the ship was in previously nearly all gone. A few engineers worked in one section, no doubt the entire Intrepid Class was having power issues; and, although the Engineer side of him wanted to roll up his sleeves, get his hands dirty and help out with whatever Vreenak and Marisol needed, Barlow was no longer that person anymore. He had grown numb, passionately, towards the ship and its crew. It was not the boat that it was slated to become. He hoped that Tyvok would be somewhat a beam of light towards this resolution, but he doubted that it would have any influence over Captain Colin Byrne.

Still, as Red grew closer and closer to Main Engineering, he couldn't help but stop long enough for the double doors to recognize his person, opening up to reveal the ship's working core and his Line Accelerators powering the systems. He saw Vreenak, even saw Marisol, and, at a moment, he thought they had seen him and he even waved. But he didn't step in, didn't greet them, ask them how they were doing, he simply shoved his hands in the pockets of his brown long coat before shuffling foot away from the doors, allowing the to close with an audible hiss.

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Entering the lift, he pressed the actuator, the ship itself chirping in responds, awaiting his command. "Officer's Deck," he muttered releasing his hand from the button. The lift thrum pulsed in his ears as it made its way up from the Engineering Section to the Saucer Section, stopping and pulling slightly before the doors again opened. Rick took a breath before walking forward.

Eventually he found Orlan's door, the signs of his quarantine riddled in the status window of the room and the medical caduceus emblazoned upon the lower portion of said window. Again, hesitant, but knowing that if it was his boat, his creation, if the roles were reversed, he himself would want to know if the Trent was ok.

He rang the chime.

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Re: Ep 6 The Children of Eden

Postby FSF Josh » Fri Aug 31, 2012 6:05 pm

Lieutenant (JG) Scott Orlan
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Scott saw Janelle enter out of the corner of his eye. He didn't address her, even when she moved to the couch to talk. He was desperately writing on a PADD, speaking lowly to himself. It was several minutes before Scott got up from where he was and walked towards the couch. His eyes seemed to acknowledge her presence, but his voice didn't. "Three seven... ... ... Poly-alloy... ... ...By the triaxilating frequency... ..." His words made little sense. Each phrase was seemingly separate in context from the rest, leading to little understanding of what he was talking about.

As he carefully sat down, his voice stopped saying the random things. He closed his eyes, rubbing them with his hands. "I... I... I have lots to work on," Scott said in a somewhat loud voice, as if he had to speak over someone shouting. "I need to finish this."

His body made a motion towards the wall he was just near. It was covered in etchings, PADDs strewn out with so many things written and drawn that it was like a group of people had made notes and diagrams. But no, this was all him. This was what was pouring out of his mind.

"You're... you're earlier than my visitors this week... They all came after 0727 hours... And they spent an average of sixteen minutes here..." Scott's mind seemed to be able to keep up with the mental tracking. But even so, he was still crazy. There was no doubt about that.

A few moments later, the door chimed. This made Scott a little frustrated. "Why don't they GO AWAY??" he asked with great frustration. "It's TOO LOUD!" His voice screamed, his body making him get up and going to another corner of the room, where he seemed to start frantically looking for something on one of the dozens of PADDs in his room. He had no intention of answering the door, leaving that for Janelle to do.

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Re: Ep 6 The Children of Eden

Postby Sonja Kinnunen » Sun Sep 02, 2012 12:45 am

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

"...take whatever steps you need to prevent that coupling from failing again," Vreenak said pointedly at one of the engineers. The parts they got weren't always as sturdy as the Romulan would have liked. To say the least. Still, how many Starfleet-compatible parts could you find in the Delta Quadrant? All of them cast off from a Borg cube, no doubt. Some other species had parts that could work, but seeing how they weren't made for use with Human-influenced technology they simply made do for as long as the component held out. Over time the staff had even rebuild parts out of raw materials or scrap to meet original designs to avoid all these inconsistencies, but it was a big ship and with the Captain throwing them into danger as the Enforcer of the surrounding sectors not all resources could be spent overhauling ship systems.

"Life support?" Vreenak turned to another waiting engineer with a PADD, retrieving the handheld device to review the report waiting his review. They'd restored a great deal of life support to the ship, but kept it turned down to minimal on many lower decks usually reserved for maintenance purposes only. Even gotten many sonic showers online; though Vreenak kept putting off allocating repair crews for the water showers. He couldn't understand why people would want to waste water on a shower when they were struggling to survive in a hostile environment. As the Humans like to say, 'suck it up.'

The Chief had, of course, allocated personnel back when the request was submitted for the galley and hydroponics. It had slowed down some repairs, but even the staunch Romulan knew the crew wouldn't work off emergency rations and keep up morale over the long-term. Vreenak, himself, had to admit the Starfleet rations left something to be desired. Actually, a great deal. Humans might like 'Steak and Potatoes,' but that was not a delicacy on Romulus--at least nothing that tasted like that.

The door to engineering opened, which wasn't unusual. When Vreenak didn't hear it shut right away, however, he turned his head to the side to see who was just standing there and why. He saw Barlow wave, but the man continued on his way without a word or any indication he wanted to step into Engineering. The perpetual serious line of the Romulan Chief's face turned down at the corners. Barlow had returned? Apparently not on a permanent basis; Vreenak would hope someone would have mentioned that in a briefing at some point if Red intended to stay. If not permanently, however, then why?

Gossip and speculation took a backseat to work, however, and Vreenak turned back to the report in his hand. "Good work, Lieutenant," he replied before handing the PADD back. "Continue monitoring the air recyclers and environmental controls." For the most part they were stable, but one deck recently got a little hotter than normal and it was just another crew morale thing to keep up. Uncomfortable staff got irritable and irritation fed frequently enough and strong enough could lead to mutiny. Not that Vreenak anticipated that happening any time soon; on his part he was doing whatever possible to keep everyone 'comfortable.' As for the Captain's turn in demeanor and its impression on the crew... he left that to their resident Counselor. The Chief was far too busy to 'babysit' their commanding officer. Colin hadn't asked for Vreenak's input on any command-level decisions, and the Romulan didn't feel it necessary for him to impose. They were still alive and didn't have enemies surrounding ready to strike--it was enough for now. Provided the so-called 'Shadows' didn't make a return for whatever their agenda involved the Hope.

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