S02Ep10 The Saviors of Zahara

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S02Ep10 The Saviors of Zahara

Postby FSF Gabe » Thu Jul 25, 2013 11:22 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 information 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 inescapable fate?

Episode 10 "The Saviors of Zahara"
A scourge has swept the Land of Zahara. A sickness that twists the innocent into beasts and monsters; demons imbued with the power of damnation march unwavered against the Nine Kingdoms of Asgard, dwindling them into only the surviving four. King Calmest of Kingdom of Fairfax holds the greater army, and, despite the approaching sickness and the monsters that march from the eastern wastes, caters to use the scourge as a means to expand his territory; inciting war against the nearby Kingdom of Undine, one of the oldest kingdoms of Asgard. The country is divided and scattered against the sickness and its up to the fated twelve, souls brought together by the binding of fate, to unite the land under Asgard's oldest ruler and future king.
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Postby FSF Gabe » Mon Aug 19, 2013 12:41 pm

"The Storm Approaches"
By Gabriel "The Writer" Logan

ON:
Prathandor stood upon the precipice of the balcony, his room one of the highest located on the central tower of the College of Arcane. His robe fluttered in the breeze as he sensed an evil approaching. His staff flared in subtle blue, his eyes taking on the appearance of pure white as his mind fixed upon the ember holds that held the land of Zahara together. In this state he could preserve the balance, or rather the imbalance of the world. He held the darkness that was coming from the eastern wastes, the desert the volcanic ash and lava that surmised the entirety of the land blighted and the army that marched unopposed across it, their ranks stretching as far as his perception could experience. He tried to go beyond them, tried to sense what was their origin, his mind's eye scanning the wreckage and the monstrosities that traveled undeterred. The land cracking in their wake, the scars left in pitch dark canyons that consumed all into the blackest of black.

Prathandor strained, his sight casting greater than he had ever thought. In concentration he did not know, or could not perceive that his body now engulfed in the blue light that had erupted upon his staff, his feet off the ground his body floating in levitation.

He saw something, something he couldn't comprehend. It was a sphere, or rather a dome, its makeup a swirl of dark greens and purples. Spires erupted from the wreckage, closing over the dome like claws from a griffon. There were armies, hundreds if not millions of demons that clung and crafted, using the blight of the land to create works of death. Swords, battlements, armor, all vomited from their mouths in the darkest of magic that Prathandor had ever sensed. Dragons littered the sky, dark winged beasts that were no more dragon than demons themselves with eyes of deep set purple and lungs that shot flame. The riders were clothed in black, nothing more than shadow brought forth into reality, their long arms flaring outward, a scythe in one hand a ball of magic death in the other.

Still, Prathandor held on the dome, the abstract nature and the source of the scourge's strength . He tried desperately, tried to perceive what was inside, what lay beyond the doom, what it was protecting. He nearly cried out to it, demanding what blight had it's name. To demand the thing leave their land with every ounce of magic Prathandor had within him. But it was nothing, merely green fire that burned his mind when touched. He grabbed his head and fell to the stone floor, his staff clattering madly along with his body.

"Grand Master," came a cry, a man also dressed in the garb of blue raced to Prathandor's side, grasping as the Master of the Arcane tried to get himself to his feet. "Are you alright Master?"

"Fine…," Prathandor stated a wiry smile passing his lips, "I'm fine."

"I will take you to a healer…,"

"Pan, that won't be necessary. I am fine." To add action to his state, the Grand Master stood to his feet, his right hand slicing the open air in a motion that made his staff suddenly come to life and fly straight into his grasp. Pan stood in awe momentarily before Prathandor asked why the young apprentice was in his bed chamber.

"King Calmest of Fairfax wishes to meet with you Master."

"Where?"

"Draldurge."

"In our Kingdom. It must be urgent. When?"

Pan bowed slight. "Immediately Master, it seemed hastened."

"We leave then at first light. Ready the horses and the Council of Mages."
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A flock of birds flew at the approach of the assembly, the wings flapping audibly in slight overcast of the thrum and click of horses entering the fountain district Draldurge, entrance to the Kingdom of Undine. The Council of Mages stood silent, their steeds already positioned in anticipation of the Fairfax King who took point to assemble his own Knights of the Realm, their armor dancing in the light of the sun. King Calmest's horse stood in the forefront, his long cape and elaborate armor marking him as someone of importance. He was brash, openly portraying his nobility without regard for those that might consider him an enemy; which, in Undine, a Kingdom of Magic, could be just about anyone. Fairfax had long since abandoned magic, outlawed it in fact, so the notion of Undine, even the College of Arcane was something of a difficult matter.

Still he held his head high, met the Grand Master of Arcane with respect while he got down from his horse. "Grand Master Prathandor," he began, "I am pleased you allowed this meeting."

"As am I. The animosity between our two Kingdoms has gone on far too long."

With a wave of his hand, Calmest motioned to the fountain. "That is the matter I would like to discuss with you Grand Master. If you would please."

Prathandor got off his horse, grasping his staff and began walking to the side of the Fairfax King, their footfalls echoing as they began the trek to talk privately. "You know of the scourge, their approach from the East."

Prathandor nodded. "We have sensed it for awhile now. Even at its infancy."

"Indeed," Calmest nodded, "I was there when you brought it before the Meet."

"And you did not heed my warning…,"

Calmest smiled, "if it were just up to me my friend I would have mounted an army immediately, but you know politics have a habit of mulling over that which is important."

The Grand Master scoffed. "Indeed."

"Word from Merkath is that they match to Undine."

"Having to go through Fairfax, your Kingdom before of course."

Prathandor noted the small shift in Calmest face, something of a distaste passing, like the King had taken a lemon to sour into his mouth. "Yes," the Fairfax King nodded, "indeed."

"So you wish to alliance with us then. Use magic in your Kingdom in order to save it?"

"No," Calmest stated shaking his head, his hand taking over to laying upon the Grand Master's shoulder. "Merely sharing information for you see Grand Master, I know of the scourge's value. Its means, what drives them to march, to consume and why they began in the East."

Prathandor smirked, his lips curling as his disbelief that an arrogant King would know more than the Council of Magi. Calmest's Kingdom was barbaric, sword and shield, fight or die, never truly wanting to understand or comprehend the why. "Do tell," the Grand Master stated before 3 feet of blade shot straight through his chest, his mouth covered as the Fairfax King twisted the blade.

"It's magic you daft bastard. You think you can use Magic and not hold consequence. You and your kind will burn for what you've done."

Momentarily Prathandor's eyes bled white as he strived to conjure a spell, at least to issue a warning to the Council. But his light was snuffed out as he fell to the ground. In a sputtered cough the Grand Master's lungs filled with blood as he tried desperately to say something. Calmest, wiping the blood off his blade and onto the Grand Master's cloak bent down, entertaining the last breath made.

"Speak up old man," he passed as his ear came within inches of Prathandor's lips.

With his last ounce of strength, the Grand Master said three words: "The storm approaches."
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The Hirogen Colony of Ha'Dara lay silent, the facility drifting haphazardly in the gravitational well of a nearby planet. Subtle lights flickered in the halls and corridors of the empty facility, technology long since abandoned, forgotten hung loose in pockets of discarded waste and low hanging pipes.

There were a degree of sparks, life energy fluttering to a central location, a massive room that was dimly lit but held all a manner of active consoles and readouts that flashed in intriguers of yellows and greens. Around a central access dome of glowing greens and purples held fifty seven chambers, each one holding a single individual inside, neurally linked into the central dome computer via a augment implanted in the skull base of their heads. They lay transfixed, eyes bleeding white as their minds existed elsewhere.
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Re: S02Ep10 The Saviors of Zahara

Postby FSF Gabe » Mon Aug 19, 2013 2:50 pm

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The U.S.S. Hope leaves dock with the Crimson City, making its way out of the city proper and into the networks of the Underspace Corridors. Traveling at full impulse, the Intrepid begins its 18 hour journey to Ha'Dara, the last known location of the Hirogen.
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Re: S02Ep10 The Saviors of Zahara

Postby Sonja Kinnunen » Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:58 pm

Commander Talla Vreenak
Executive Officer, U.S.S. Hope
Main Engineering

Commander Talla Vreenak knelt down before the makeshift cloaking device in Main Engineering. Slowly he'd recovered the cover piece that shielded organic tissue from exposure to the internal mechanisms while in use; right now, however, he'd temporarily disconnected the power in order to perform some 'adjustments.' He didn't bother looking around Engineering nor make any demands of its staff; Marisol would no doubt have taken care of them and he was available if required. Instead his attention was on developing more than just a means of delivering the Captain's virus. What use was this purported weapon if they died before getting anywhere within range to use it?

Many supplies had been acquired back at the Crimson City. A great many, most of which wouldn't have drawn a single eyebrow at face value. It helped he didn't utilize a single contact as well though Vreenak didn't doubt the Red King could assemble a list if he chose; but by that point the Hope will have left and any thoughts about getting a 'copy' of his schematics would be long out of reach. Not that he expected anyone to truly grasp the great complexity of his present project. One piece at a time the Romulan Scientist-cum-Engineer removed, examined, and adjusted or replaced with a part that looked quite similar, but not exactly. Several more parts were secured into place and attached throughout the chassis. The shell would hold it all as he'd intended to complete this when they had time and with eighteen-hours to spare -- with so much still left to do -- now seemed appropriate.

The work served as a distraction and as a means of focus at the same time. He held many thoughts about this crew and its mission, and not all of them agreed with one another. They should stop the Borg because they were a threat. They should not stop the Borg because he wanted to be there to rebuild the Empire. They needed Logan for his knowledge of the enemy, and those they found back on the city to crew the ship. Any one of them could betray the rest at any moment. Passing thoughts he didn't dwell on as his fingers worked on the cloaking device with a deliberate pace. Only one item seemed certain aside from survival: Logan's nanomachines were best kept out of his system. A matter that Vreenak had taken equal measure in addressing in his free time; there had, after all, been several opportunities for dedicated research on the topic. The source of Barlow's new weapon might aid that research, or mirror his own, but that very person might be under surveillance by people the Romulan wanted kept at arm's length.

Slowly placing the old components into a small case, Vreenak stood and began to slid the cover back onto the cloaking device and secure it into place once more. There was much left to do in the time they had available. Marisol working on the delivery system, which he of course made himself available should she need it; the many new crewmembers including Ambrose that might have questions or needs now that they were on a starship and not a city; modifying the ship's offensive and defensive systems to withstand an encounter with the Eternity long enough to subdue the vessel; and no doubt many others that would arise including the ever-present paperwork. At some point, Vreenak mentally noted, he should also find time to eat in there.

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Re: S02Ep10 The Saviors of Zahara

Postby FSF Sail » Fri Aug 23, 2013 7:02 pm

Lieutenant Marisol Hocevar
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USS Hope

Of her conversation with the man resembling Colin Byrne, Marisol had chosen to treat it as any engineer would. She assigned it an order of priority, and compartmentalized it. Though there'd been much of their last moment in the corridor whose impact had diminished her harsh feelings, she knew within that her scanner did not lie. Nor did her eyes. And there were other, more concerning issues to task herself with an hour remaining prior to their launch. The replacement aft shield emitter, for instance. "Where's Nogawa?" she asked Bailey upon entering Engineering.

"The shuttlebay," he replied. "Along with Washington and Saffron. They're trying to get an aft emitter fabbed and mounted in time."

"Got it," the chief nodded. "You start the dial up on the warp core. I'll be back fifteen minutes prior to castoff."

"Aye, Lieutenant," Baily nodded dutifully.

As Marisol turned, she caught sight of a familiar silhouette. Talla Vreenak was on one knee, performing some task upon the cloak generator he'd devised. Though she would have preferred to stay, learn what he was doing, consult with him......be.......with him, she had her own clock running. Priority assigned; inner feelings compartmentalized. In silence, she left Main Engineering.

...............................................


The primary doors to the shuttlebay stood open, permitting a dramatic view of the Crimson city and it's swirling cloudscape. On the deck, Crewman Nogawa was busily assembling the workable components which drove the shield emitter. Next to her lay sheets of a metal that crewman Saffron was now attempting to shape into the segments of the head dome array. Hoses snaked over the edge. An occasional brilliant flash revealed Washington's locale. He was obviously preparing the mount upon the new after bulkhead. "Status," she said crisply as she dropped to one knee before the pair.

""I scavenged these components from the backup astrometric arrray," Nogawa said as she bent to the task. "Power and control systems are run. Washington's bonding the mount right now. All that's left is the dome itself."

"Never seen that type of alloy before," Marisol said of the sheets which cast a salmon colored tint to reflected light. 'What do you know?"

"The metallurgy's so-so," Nogawa shook her head. "Carbon atom count is 2 parts per thousand....."

"Mmmm," Hocevar frowned. "Not great. Anything else?"

"There's a silica base.....that's why it gives off the funny reflection. Almost like dust got into the casting process. It could impede emission strength by .015 percent. And the stuff's not really too solid.."

"Well, we're making an antenna, not a collision bulkhead," Marisol said as her hands seemed to work of their own accords. Hastily, she bent one of the sheets, before finding a cutter to slice it to a set of dimensions her tiny army of allies must've already specified. "Nice to know you're still on the job," she thought as her next efforts involved boring out and further shaping and fairing the piece to match it's mates in the completed dome. When fabricated, the six pieces would need to be tack bonded together, then affixed to the emitter cage in which Nogawa was finishing the component installation. For a moment, Marisol worked, trancelike in her solitude, bearing witness to hands which worked with inhuman precision.

Within fifteen minutes, she'd finished the pieces, as Saffron watched, slightly aghast. "Okay," Marisol said as she chose to ignore the stares of both crewmen. "You've got twenty-five minutes to complete this. We close the doors five minutes ahead of castoff. I need to be in Engineering."

"Aye, ma'am," both crewmen replied.

She could feel their eyes upon her as she left the shuttlebay. "Guess the shoe's on the other foot now," Marisol considered as she stepped into the turbolift. Earlier today, she'd branded someone she once knew as her best friend to be a cyborg, not the human representation of himself. Yet, here she was, startling those in her department with the prowess of her own army of nanoprobe engineers. "Human..." Marisol thought as she reentered the controlled activity of Main Engineering. "Just how human are any of us, anymore?"

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Re: S02Ep10 The Saviors of Zahara

Postby Brett K Reese » Sat Aug 24, 2013 3:21 pm

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Shaking off the encounter with the counselor in the mess hall Brett returned to sickbay and began working on an inventory of what she did and didn't have.

"I'm going to exercise my creativity on this ship," looking at the inventory on the monitor. Half the normal amount of a standard ship on a short mission. "Time to review any records in the database of alternate treatments. I hope this new renegade Borg Delta quadrant still has some indigenous races willing to share their home remedies." Moving to her office, she sat at her desk and began compiling a file of alternate treatments & medicines for common ailments and injuries.

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Re: S02Ep10 The Saviors of Zahara

Postby FSF Gabe » Mon Aug 26, 2013 2:43 pm

Captain Rick Barlow
Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Hope
Main Bridge

ON:
Captain's Log Stardate 62650.42

In under an hour we will be breaking the barrier between the Underspace Corridor and Normal Space. Apprehensive is probably the word I'd go for when describing my feelings towards this approaching conclusion. We could find ourselves running toe to toe with an entire fleet of Borg ships, even the Eternity. I kind of feel like the Gopher finding the holes in the dirt and the tunnels under the green comforting while Bill Murray is trying to play wack-a-mole with me..., Hope being the Gopher and Murray being the Collective.

...,

We can't stay in hiding forever. It hasn't worked for those that have tried. The Syndicate might have room to do that for awhile, but eventually the Borg are going to storm the gates. We've given them the weapon to do so, the Eternity..., my Eternity...,

...,

The virus is probably the ace in the hole, even though Doctor Reese doesn't like to think so, its the only means to at least combating the Collective enough to where we'll be able to destroy their vanguard..., their head of the snake..., cutting that will kill the rest. Even if it doesn't it will stun them enough so that when we get Home we can warn the Federation that they are coming.

...,

I know if we don't do anything..., there won't be a Home to return to.

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Logan's plan..., it makes sense but I can't assume the crew will. We're not exactly as tight as we were when I was just a worker, a cog in the greater machine. But the Hirogen are warriors, from what Logan tells me the Collective's first shots were made in mind for their extinction. It means the Collective fears them, even something as single and nomadic can cause the Collective to run..., it has to be looked into. We might get to Ha'Dara and find it in ruin, a mass of debris in the coldness of space..., unforgiving. But at least we're doing something....,
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Several hours after Captain Rick Barlow found his way to the Bridge, his hands clenching one another as he leaned forward in the Command Chair, his eyes staring wide eyed at the viewscreen that held the last bits left of the Underspace Corridor, of safety in it's walls. He was fearful the moment that Hope ventured out that they would be hammered by the might of the Collective.

"Stand by on weapons and shields Mr. Logan," Rick stated, his hands rubbing at his unkempt beard.

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"Ambrose, once we breech scan the area. If we survive and their are Borg around, I want to know."

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"Anam, ETA to Underspace exit...,"

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"Stand by cloak...,"

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They would breach into normal space, cloaked, as quiet as they could while running a brief thirty second scan of the area. If the cloak held, they would continue to Ha'Dara. If there were Borg around..., back into the gopher hole.
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Re: S02Ep10 The Saviors of Zahara

Postby Sonja Kinnunen » Tue Aug 27, 2013 11:13 pm

Commander Talla Vreenak
Executive Officer, U.S.S. Hope
Main Engineering

Vreenak made himself available throughout the ship in the major departments to ensure all of the crew were situated before they entered a heightened risk of combat -- emerging from subspace. As First Officer that was his duty to make ready the ship leaving the Captain free to contemplate the next move -- and apparently develop biological weapons with the Chief Medical Officer, a small matter that didn't rate professional high enough to warrant a discussion as of yet. Not that Vreenak didn't find time to engage in personal projects such as making some "calibrations" to the cloaking device. There were others, but one stood out in the Romulan's mind; one he hadn't found cause to discuss at length with anyone on board as a result of the reason he'd begun researching it (Borg King and Eternity aside) -- who, really, could he trust? Even Marisol was suspect when it came to Mister Logan, unfortunately. Not by choice; the man's infatuation with their Engineering "Drone" had yet to amuse the First Officer, however.

At long last the Hope arrived at the predetermined point of exiting subspace. Vreenak had resumed his post by that point and stood patiently in wait of the appointed time. The Romulans' dark gaze slid to the side in Barlow's direction as he began issuing orders. A small so-Human remark slipped out while addressing Ambrose; but for the very reason he noted that remark, Vreenak himself remain silent. More important things and the crew hardly needed such petty bickering.

"Standing by, Captain." The fingers of his right hand slowly danced over a console just to his side to bring the device online. Another control popped into view beside the activate/deactivate command that had been programmed in when the cloak was originally installed. Slight adjustment on his part. A Romulan keypad appeared waiting for input. Some secrets should not be made known until they were absolutely necessary -- and being ambushed by a Borg Armada would make this one quite necessary for their survival. Until that time, however, he'd made sure to encrypt access to certain subsystems and components of the cloaking device. It'd be terrible if someone, like even a friendly Ex-Borg, happened to acquire schematics to such a superior technology and used it against them in the future. And, perhaps, he wanted to avoid discussing the potential risks involved that would result in an unnecessary, drawn out debate over something that could save their lives.
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Re: S02Ep10 The Saviors of Zahara

Postby Michael Hill » Wed Aug 28, 2013 9:57 am

Hal Ambrose
Operations Officer, USS Hope

Hours before...

Deck 3, Officer's Quarters

The last few hours had been a whirlwind for Hal Ambrose. From a senior staff meeting to scurrying around for security clearances that normally took weeks under normal protocols, Ambrose barely had time to collect his thoughts. He knew there would be a time for that along with the socialization that comes with any new billet. But this wasn't a normal posting with a normal crew on their way to a shakedown cruise to Jupiter and back. The situation was proving to be more dire by the second.

The petty officer assigned to quartermaster duty, a part time position that was clearly foreign to the chief - "other duties assigned," yielded Ambrose an officer's berth and netted him what little Starfleet standard issue they still had in stock. Now he stood in the doorway of Lieutenant Commander Jackson Santoro's quarters. Leaning slightly against the doorjamb, Ambrose's mind wandered to the day that Santoro and his team had died on an emergency munitions run after a Borg encounter years ago. Santoro had been with the Hope a decade when they had put to the transwarp conduit. He was a promising,command tracked officer and the crew had taken his loss heavily. One of the first, Ambrose remembered sadly. It looked like the quarters hadn't been used since the captain had ordered Santoro's effects cataloged, stored, and the room sealed. With a regretted pang of selfishness, Ambrose wished that his quarters or some other berth had been available, but he wasn't about to lock horns with an overly tasked quartermaster. With a heavy sigh, Ambrose breached the threshold and tried to not let the mausoleum feel crush his soul.

"Computer, lights." The room dimmed to a low glow. With the power allocations at their current levels, there was no doubt that crew provisions were abysmally low. An understood rationing, but did little to improve his mood.

Ambrose slung his Starfleet issued pack onto the unmade bed and made his way to the small terminal adjacent to the meager seating area. "Computer, authorization Ambrose Tango-Uniform-2-4-9. Import initial preferences and download messages and current orders."

As the computer worked, the weary vagabond crashed into the desk chair, peeling off his jacket. Everything was so foreign, yet so familiar like an odd sense of deja vu. He couldn't shake the dream like trance that had held him since coming onboard. Scrubbing a hand across his face and down his ragged beard, Ambrose knew that he had no choice but to keep moving his feet, hopefully the rest would take care of itself. He hadn't wanted to die on this boat before and he'd damn well make sure he would do his best to avoid it again.

Snapping him from his reverie, the computer splashed a bright LCARS interface to center with a litany of messages and orders, ranging from the XO's office to the quartermaster to the CMO. Ambrose allowed himself a chuckle. Starfleet bureaucracy at its finest, he mused. Inspecting the screen, he made a mental note to toggle the settings later to make the readout more user friendly. He called up the orders to see where he'd slot. Given the ragtag bunch of officers and crew, Ambrose was curious to see where the XO slotted him. He figured with the meager background details he sketched, a review of his service jacket could put him in a few important operational areas. He also figured they would keep him off mission critical until he proved himself to be the actual Harold Ambrose in the computer's databanks. Trust only took you so far before you had to hedge your bets and not trust a stranger around the warp core. Ambrose had his money on either the auxiliary computer core detail on deck 7 or sensor gear on deck 5.

Bridge detail?! Ambrose's eyes widen in disbelief. He had barely sniffed at the bridge when he was first assigned to the Hope and only towards the end when desperation had set in with senior staff casualties. Boy, he thought, craning back in his chair, we are really going to be up against it.

A few moments later, Hal had spread the contents of Starfleet issues provisions across the bed. The quartermaster had said that he was lucky they found a uniform in his size with the proper departmental designation. Again, surreality set in. The last time he saw that uniform, he was ditching it for a Syndicate-branded jacket, bargaining for his own life, now it was staring him in the face again, as if to dare him. Hal held in his hand the lozenge-shaped rank pins of a provisional Lieutenant Junior Grade. It was time to get back in the game.

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An hour later, LTJG Hal Ambrose stepped out of the turbo lift to the bridge for the first time in year. His face was shaved and his hair combed and immaculately in place, looking every bit the officer. If he was going to die at the hand of a Hirogen or a Borg, he'd do it looking the part. Before he could barely log in for his shift and spin up an initial report, the captain called from the command deck.

FSF Gabe wrote:"Ambrose, once we breech scan the area. If we survive and their are Borg around, I want to know."


Ambrose's eyes lit up and without hesitation the training flowed through him, "Aye, sir. Passive scans initiated and I'll spray the field once we hit normal space. Calibrating sensor arrays for transwarp signatures with an overlay for Hirogen activity as well, sir."

A rush of adrenaline hit him like a horse from the gate. Time to get back in the game.
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Re: S02Ep10 The Saviors of Zahara

Postby FSF Gabe » Wed Aug 28, 2013 10:01 am

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Main Bridge

ON:
"Weapons are ready Captain. Standing by."

He couldn't feel the Consciousness, couldn't hear the voices of the Collective, but Logan didn't quite yet understand why often times he could. Disconnection with the Collective happened so many lifetimes ago that his association with them was merely abstract. He gathered quandary as to the legitimacy of this latent connection and he had hypothesised that it might have had collaboration with the notion that Sion was, in fact, a clone of him, they shared a bond beyond being merely twins. Perhaps Sion's current seat at the throne of the Borg was Logan's connection, perhaps during those times he heard the Collective it wasn't the Collective at all, merely Sion. If anything, he didn't use it as a barometer, didn't rely, but often on relex he tried. This time, there was nothing. If the Borg were outside, waiting, swarming, he assumed that connection would be screaming.

That didn't mean danger wasn't just a stone's throw away however. To this, Logan maintained watch on the weapons and defensive systems of the ship, hoping that they wouldn't need to use them as they would simply be an annoyance to a Borg warship.
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Re: S02Ep10 The Saviors of Zahara

Postby The Gnostic » Wed Aug 28, 2013 5:26 pm

Ensign Anam Farooqi
Helm Officer, USS Hope

The Red King wrote:Transfer all navigational data we have mapped of the Underspace to Hope.


Ensign Farooqi stared up at the gargantuan display in Astrometrics, as it loaded the map data from the Syndicate. It was an incredible sight, looking like a plant's roots sprawling down into the soil, multiplying into offshoots. Until being nearly wiped out by their enemies 1,000 years ago, the Vaadwaur had controlled the Underspace since as long as anyone could remember. Captain Janeway witnessed remnants of their species settle into a new homeworld. With the Syndicate King now one of them, they had apparently done well for themselves since.

The Ensign's eyebrows rumpled as he tried to understand the network before him. The Underspace connected distant parts of the Delta Quadrant, like shortcuts between regular space. The Vaadwaur were a species that prided the accumulation of knowledge; and he was now beholding some of their ancient wisdom. It was always a treat for him to dive into a new ocean of knowledge.

He began humming a tune, as he packed up for his shift on the Bridge. He skipped along the corridor, singing softly to reflect his upbeat spirit. The ship's finest minds were developing a secret weapon against the Borg, and he had a thousand secret tunnels to memorize and become familiar with. Maps were so interesting, he thought, Especially the challenges of plotting a three-dimensional grid to a 2-D surface.

" Have you seen the well-to-do?
Up and down Park Avenue,
On that famous thorough fare,
With their noses in the air…"


He sang the next verse a little louder.

" High hats and arrowed collars ,
Wide spats and fifteen dollars ,
Spending every dime ,
For a wonderful time!"


He spotted the new doctor in the Mess Hall, and considered grabbing some grub, but continued instead to the Bridge, singing audibly to anyone within 30 meters now.

"If you're blue and you don't know,
Where to go to ,
Why don't you go , where fashion sits,
Puttin' on the Ritz...
"

He would have continued the chorus, but was interrupted when the turbolift doors opened to reveal a Stoic-faced Lieutenant. As Anam got on the lift, he knew the man must have overheard him, so the amused Ensign hummed the rest of song the entire way, to the tune of:

"Strolling down the avenue so happy ,
Trying hard to look like an English chappy ,
Very snappy!
"

As they arrived at Deck One, he let the higher-ranking officer out first, and continued humming as he took his seat. Assuming the hum of Bridge activity would drown out his music, he almost finished the song until Captain Barlow asked him a question which required some thinking.

Capt. Barlow wrote:ETA to Underspace exit?


Anam had overheard the other crew respond to the CO's queries; Cmdr. Vreenak readying the cloak, and Lt. JG. Ambrose (re)adjusting himself to the scans. He watched the main viewer as the exit loomed before them, and calculated the speed and distance they were going. After some quick math, he replied:

"ETA thirty seconds, sir," he answered the CO.

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Re: S02Ep10 The Saviors of Zahara

Postby FSF Gabe » Wed Aug 28, 2013 9:56 pm

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Thirty seconds pass and the Hope exits the Underspace in a brief splash of green and white light. An asteroid belt, brief floating, hovers around the gravitational well of a dead world that passes a lime sickly glow from the passing close yellow star.

Within the current of rock, beyond the mesh of the planet's rings lies a station, energy sparks briefly light from the many viewport windows as automated correcting engines take root to keep the installation from overly drifting too far into the well. It's fixed, swaying listlessly, under powered, like a forgotten relic.

Visually, there isn't any sign of life, nor are any ships in the area. All seems quiet.
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Re: S02Ep10 The Saviors of Zahara

Postby Brett K Reese » Wed Aug 28, 2013 10:17 pm

Lt JG Brett Reese
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-and-

Cdr Colin Byrne
2nd Officer
USS Hope

Walking to the mess hall Brett passed Cmd Byrne’s quarters and hesitated a moment. Ever since his revelation, Brett was curious to know what happened. Between sprains and broken bones, she had dug through what records she could find and came to realize he wasn’t totally in control of his actions. That’s more than I can say for him, she thought continuing on her way.
“Dr,” an ensign said offering to let Brett go first. “Hum?”she asked not paying attention. “Oh, you can go ensign. I have to do something. I’ll catch the next,”and she turned back toward Colin’s quarters. Maybe getting to know this one will help me deal with my own. WIth eyes closed, she took a deep breath, I can do this. I am in control of my life. Opening her eyes, she stepped to Byrne’s door and waited for an answer.


The display looked as it should. “A green board,” Colin thought of Hope’s predeparture checklist. But for one item, they were clear to disengage docking clamps and be on their way.
He’d opened a channel to the shuttlebay, where even now, the technicians were busily completing an installation which required the aft doors to remain open. The monitor had revealed Lt. Hocevar’s involvement. “She knows our timetable,” the 2nd Officer thought. Deciding himself to wait until ten minutes prior to launch to force the closure of the doors, he leaned back in his chair, content to watch the timer as it wound down.

After a moment, a surprise came in the form of his door chime. “Come in,” Byrne said.

Gathering her courage, Brett entered. “Commander, I … hope I’m not disturbing you.”

Colin straightened in his chair at the sight of the doctor. “Surprise and surprise,” he thought, sensing her discomfort as she made her opening remark. “This is my duty station, Doctor Reese,” he offered with a wan smile. “Though my duty, as such, is mere observation, for the moment. Please, sit down,” he said, offering the chair at the opposite side of the desk at which he sat. “How may I help you?”

Hesitating to leave the security of the door, Brett took the offered chair,”I can’t stay sir. I was actually on my way to dinner and I…. Well I wanted to ask if you’d like to join me? After our last encounter I did some research and I have a better idea of what happened.” At the mention of the past she didn’t have to be Betazoid to know he tensed in his chair.

“Research,” Colin thought of the word. “Could mean a great many things…...perhaps she scanned the records……..had a conversation with Barlow….or worse.” There was the awful audio/video recording that Marisol had engineered. He’d seen it….remembered the nightmare of Angola….and hoped that it might never be accessed again. “Unfortunately,” Byrne said in an even tone, “as we’re in our predeparture sequence, I am obligated to remain at my post, though I do hope you’ll grant me a “rain check” on the chance to dine with you. As to your research and newfound understanding, Doctor,” the 2nd Officer continued, “I’m uncertain of any beneficial outcomes that might entail. Doubtless, you’ve got questions. Please,” he gestured, “be my guest.”

“Yes sir, I understand about dinner. Some other time,” she paused not sure what to say in response to his offer. In five years she had only told one person what happened. “As to my research, let’s just say I needed to know what all the tension is about. The details of any of it are not my concern. I just have my reasons and for now that’s all I’m comfortable saying. I just want you to know as a doctor I realize you were not responsible from what I read but that doesn’t take away the latent fear of can it happen again.”

“No,” Byrne nodded slowly. “No, it doesn’t.” Colin watched the young woman as she worked through her explanations. The conflict he saw played within her eyes was more than a professional forced by oath and office to fight down a moral revulsion for someone she considered reprehensible. “Something deeper,” he thought. “Much more personal….”

“While I thank you for your kind words, Doctor Reese,” Byrne finally offered, “someone must be responsible. Marisol Hocevar...Amelia Moore….and the rest of this crew suffered. By these hands,” he said, lifting them from the desk in emphasis. “Whatever my level of responsibility, they deserve justice.”

“Where’s my justice,” she thought. As he spoke she felt wave of fear and anger flood her thoughts but not at him, at the one he unknowingly represented. Gathering her thoughts and focusing on the moment at hand, “Are they punishing the right person?” she asked letting the question and the meaning hang in the air. From what she knew and heard he wasn’t the one who did those things but a perfect copy cursed with the originals memories. She watched Colin as her words hung heavy between them.

Byrne shifted in his chair. “A year ago,” he said quietly, “I laid down on the surgeon’s table for a bit of overdue spinal repair. I lost everything on that day, doctor…...and everyone. What this crew….what she…...endured in exchange is a debt that only I can repay. They all deserve justice. That,” Colin finished, “is all that I have left to give.”

“I see,” Brett said moving to the door. “If you finish. I’ll be in the mess hall for a while, if you want to use your ‘rain check’.”

“At my earliest convenience, Doctor,” Byrne nodded as she made her way toward the door.

Nodding Brett made her exit and headed to the mess hall and little shaken but stronger for the encounter.

The door hissed shut. In silence, Colin turned his attentions once more toward the status display. Engineering had finished their task; now, the shuttlebay doors were closed, presenting a solid bank of condition green indicators. He puzzled over the doctor’s visit, and her comments concerning her research. All the while, Colin couldn’t help but feel as if there had been an undisclosed purpose to her visit. “Perhaps,” he thought, “it was little more than a visit to the monster…….see if he bites, or whatnot….” Yet, if one ventured to the shark tank, one customarily didn’t invite it’s occupant to dine. Shaking his head in curiosity, Cdr. Byrne focused upon his task.

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Re: S02Ep10 The Saviors of Zahara

Postby FSF Gabe » Thu Aug 29, 2013 8:36 am

Captain Rick Barlow
Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Hope
Bridge

OFF:
Ambrose, detail however you see fit, we'll play off that. There are lifesigns, scattered and not just Hirogens, on the station.

ON:
Ha'Dara seemed a derelict, a dried up husk of a planet. From what Logan had said of what he knew, the surface of the planet should be teaming with oceans, rain forests, and deep swamps. There was nothing now save for a cracked planetoid and time wasted.

"Life signs," the Captain passed questionably, his feet already taking him to a stand. Not knowing if this trek would reward.

<<Tag Ambrose>>

"Anam, get us into transporter range. Nice and steady...,"

<<Tag Farooqi>>

"..., Vreenak, Logan you're with me...," Barlow passed momentarily before he clipped his combadge. "Barlow to Byrne. Commander you're needed on the Bridge...,"

<<Tag Vreenak, Logan, Byrne>>

Again Barlow was in the communication lines. "Barlow to James. Janet, meet for an Away Team Mission in Transporter Room 2." Just as swiftly as he finished he was on coms again, this time to the Chief Medical Officer. "Dr. Reese. This is Barlow. Pack for an Away Mission and meet the team in Transporter Room 2."

<<Tag James, Brett>>

Engineering concerns, Medical, Operational Scans, etc. It seemed to all pan out with officers to spare, a very rare sight onboard the Hope. The Captain began to cross the Bridge, rounding over the large central rail, passing Tactical. "Ambrose, you have the Bridge until Commander Byrne takes station. We'll relay once we've beamed over."

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With the collected officer entered, Barlow commanded the Lift to Deck 4.

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Re: S02Ep10 The Saviors of Zahara

Postby FSF Sail » Fri Aug 30, 2013 10:53 am

Cdr. Colin Byrne
2nd Officer
USS Hope

Capt. Barlow wrote: "Barlow to Byrne. Commander you're needed on the Bridge...,"


"Aye, sir," Colin answered with a tap to his own commbadge. "On my way." Their journey had been a short one, as told by the navigational data supplied by the Red King. Placing his mistrust aside, Byrne rose from his terminal, straightened his uniform tunic, and exited his quarters.

..........................................................................................................

The thought of seeing Hope's bridge once more, let alone being offered the con......was incomprehensible. "Mister........Ambrose, is it?" he asked of the new Operations officer. "I am Cdr. Byrne. I have the con."

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The forward view offered a much larger vision of the lifeless rock that he'd been studying from his terminal in quarters. Ignoring the tension at his arrival, and the outright hostility within some eyes, Colin settled into the command chair for the first time since his being captain. "The first time," he thought briefly, "since Darkness...." He stopped himself. It was done. The Darkness, whether unnaturally amplified and manipulated by the Borg King's nanoprobe infested touch, as Logan's physician had reported, was now strictly in his past.

For a moment, he glanced to the empty seat to his left. "Sarah," Colin thought of the forceful young woman he'd named his first officer. "Jo," he mused further upon Sarah's wife, the scholar who'd come along for the journey. Her skills had won them survival. And now....both were gone. Amelia was still here, however, yet there'd be no gladness or fond memory for her if she were to witness this moment. For now, the only thing Colin found some small comfort in was the presence of Ens. Farooqi at the helm. Their last encounter, in the brig, had cast his future in some jeopardy. It brought the Cdr. some relief to see that the boy had taken his suggestions to heart. Having allowed enough of the stony silence to pass, Byrne spoke up. "I should want transporter locks on the away team at all times. We'll beam them out before trouble has a chance to find them. Complete sensor and targeting scans of their immediate vicinity. Alert me to so much as a twitch. Finally," he said, the old mantel of command coming to rest again upon his shoulders, "Status report on the life signs. How many, what species, and at what level?"

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Re: S02Ep10 The Saviors of Zahara

Postby Janice Lacey James » Fri Aug 30, 2013 11:41 pm

Lt Janelle James
Counselor
USS Hope


Janelle had practically barricaded herself in her quarters with her mental blocks fully in place. Some of the residents of the station had been projecting mentally. It was like having them screaming inside her head. After a while she'd been on the verge of being physically ill and putting up the mental block was the only way to stop it. She wasn't sure how long she been in her quarters with the lights off and had finally relaxed when the chirrup of her com made her jump a bit.

"Barlow to James. Janet, meet for an Away Team Mission in Transporter Room 2."


She jumped to her feet, pulling her boots on as she grabbed for the tricorder and phaser she kept in her 'office', which was really just another section of her quarters, for such occasions. She made her way quickly to Transporter Room 2.

She entered the room and waited for the rest of the away team, whoever that might be. She moved farther into the room and leaned on the wall until she heard the doors open and turned to see who would be joining her.

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Re: S02Ep10 The Saviors of Zahara

Postby The Gnostic » Sat Aug 31, 2013 9:17 am

Ensign Anam Farooqi
Helm Officer, USS Hope

Capt. Barlow wrote:Get us into transporter range.


The Helmsman steered past the large asteroids floating like aimless tortoises in the Great Barrier Reef. He saw a ringed planet on the viewer, but not much else. He locked in to coordinates near the giant mass, planning to situate them just outside the planet's orbit.

Capt. Barlow wrote:Vreenak, Logan, you're with me.


He recognized there were some missions he was not suited for; and first contact with the Hirogen was one of them. Their entire culture revolved around hunting prey across the galaxy; and they prized themselves on their fierce prowess. He was unfamiliar with this portion of the logs beyond a rudimentary sketch, but the starship Voyager was almost destroyed by the Hirogen, until Captain Janeway negotiated a truce giving them holographic technology, allowing their species to hunt in one locality instead of being scattered across the galaxy.

Capt. Barlow wrote:Ambrose, you have the Bridge.

Cmdr. Bryne wrote: Mister... Ambrose, is it? I am Commander Byrne. I have the conn.


Anam noted the irony of giving the wheel to someone who had passed his security clearance only a few hours ago.

All thought of ironic humor and English chappies left him, however, when Cmdr. Byrne arrived and took command of the Bridge for the first time since… the reign of anarchy under him when this ship no longer functioned as a Starfleet vessel. His knees wobbled slightly, but his hands kept steady as he caused the ship to glide beside the planet.

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OOC: An earlier version of this post misplaced Cmdr. Vreenak on deck at the same time as Byrne.
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Re: S02Ep10 The Saviors of Zahara

Postby Sonja Kinnunen » Sat Aug 31, 2013 11:25 pm

Commander Talla Vreenak
Executive Officer, U.S.S. Hope
Main Engineering

Vreenak looked over from the console whose usage was not necessary, thankfully, as Barlow called to both him and Mister Logan. As she moved to join the Captain, he dutifully intoned, "It is my responsibility to recommend the Captain not leave the ship." Regardless of Colin's experience and his reinstatement as Second, the matter was the crew had only just been reacquainted with the man that had a tarnished history now. Was it wise for both of them to go on an Away mission? It was unlikely they were all sharing a turbolift to hold a private conversation. Vreenak would not object passionately, however. A Sub-Commander aided the Commander; one did not attempt to force the Commander to change their mind if they were set on a course. Upsetting your superior in the Empire could get you reassigned at best.

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The Counselor and Chief Medical Officer were joining them as well, which wasn't terribly surprising except for the strange skill set for the team. Most of the crew was too new to be trusted in something as delicate as the station appeared, however. The experienced crew were likewise too valuable to pull off of the ship. The First Officer wondered what they expected to find and whether a Counselor would be of much use dealing with a Hirogen -- a species that enjoyed the hunt more than a good talk. A more civilized Klingon. A Romulan might actually be able to tolerate the Hirogen.

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Re: S02Ep10 The Saviors of Zahara

Postby Brett K Reese » Sat Aug 31, 2013 11:26 pm

Dr. Brett Reese
CMO
USS Hope

FSF Gabe wrote:Captain Rick Barlow
"Dr. Reese. This is Barlow. Pack for an Away Mission and meet the team in Transporter Room 2."


Brett was entering the mess hall when the call to an away mission came over the comm. "On my way," she replied. Stepping to the counter she pointed to an apple type fruit with a peach fuzz skin and bumps, "Can you eat these as is?" The cook nodded, Brett took one, gave a curious sigh and took a bite as she left the mess hall. Five minutes later she entered transporter room 2 with a med kit hung diagonal across her body, a phaser on her left hip, and a tricorder on the other.

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Re: S02Ep10 The Saviors of Zahara

Postby Mia Cummings » Sun Sep 01, 2013 12:57 am

Lt Amelia 'Mia' Moore
Chief of Science
USS Hope

She'd rested as much as she could stand. Her pelvis was still a bit sore and her gait was stiff but at least she was up. She'd been holed up in one of the science labs pouring over what information she had on the nanites.. her nanites.. and the Gen 7s they had been subjected to. She still wondered if her baby was affected. That brought up a whole other slew of thoughts. She'd thought Colin was out of her life, dead and gone. Some sadistic twist of fate bright him back to life and back on the Hope.

She sighed heavily and pushed off the chair and picked up her data padd. She wanted to speak to Rick about some of the original Eternity specifications. Information that only she and Rick would know. None of it would be found in Hope's Database. She rubbed her back as she headed out of the lab and made for the bridge Turbolift. She began to read the information on the Padd again. Her head was still down as the lift doors opened and she stepped off onto the bridge and moved towards the science station. She needed to double check something before she talked to the Captain.

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