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S02Ep12 The Sons of Eternity

Postby FSF Gabe » Mon Aug 11, 2014 8:45 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 12 "The Sons of Eternity"
Nearly a year and a half the crew of Hope have suffered in the Delta Quadrant. Lives were lost, sacrifices made. It all comes to a conclusion as the Sons of Eternity cross swords in Star Trek Eternity's Season 2 Finale.
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Re: S02Ep12 The Sons of Eternity

Postby FSF Gabe » Sun Sep 14, 2014 11:04 pm

Prologue
"Svengali"

ON:
Sion "Xatrix" Logan sat upon a throne of skulls and metal, his red eyes a glow within the still darkness and dimming thrum of green glow that pulsed in intervals along equally spaced inlets that sat along the giant ribs of metal that flanked both sides of the massive throne room. Above a dark cloud frothed thickly, the nimbus sparking thunder sound and lightning to streak, the passing illumination giving reveal to the Mad God King's form. The metalic face, the stretched flesh, the demon eyes, and the amagamation that presented in pressing his human physique with that of the machine that defined him. Patently he awaited, knowing who would walk down the elongated openess that feel before his throne of malice. He grinned as the two heavy drones tossed his guest like discarded tissue paper to the floor before him, the motion as if Colin Byrne was bowing before his lord. It made Sion quaff a laugh.

"Colin Byrne..., how fairs the journey?"

The reception had been …..difficult…...yet not so challenging as it might have. Thrown forward by his escorts, Colin threw a foot out, by way of catching his balance. The appearance was one of fealty, giving the king to laugh and shout his name. Byrne held the posture briefly, before rising and straightening his clothes. “My lord king,” he replied with a sanguine nod. “Well enough. I see that you’ve not been idle.”

Another tightening smile, the little pistons of his jawline hissing, his canines glinting. "No. I would say not. It won't be long before my forces reach my brother and those that harbor him." He stood up from his throne, taking the first step down, his heavy metal frame thudding audibly. "But you knew this already...,"

“Yes, quite,” Colin’s Dark persona spoke with a dismissive wave of his hand. “The man is tedious. Ridding my crew of him shall be only the greatest pleasure.”

"The whole endeavour is quite tedious..., but it will all be over soon enough." Another step forward. "I fought him for far too long through too many lifetimes."

“And now,” Byrne offered, “you have him. Hope is nearly derelict, and the Hirogen fleet he’s gathered not much moreso. It gives one pause, my lord. Why do you delay?”

"Death is too easy. I want them crushed, begging."

“Hmmmm,” the Dark Colin folded his arms. “Seems rather a waste of resources, if you don’t mind my saying.”

"One could argue that you are as well Mr. Byrne, leaving you alive. So tell me why it is I don't rip your throat out right now?"

“Ah,” Byrne offered a smile, “we’re back to “crushed and begging.” We both know that my throat is forfeit on the next Royal whim, a concept that from my perspective is inarguable. To that, I have only one question. What, Your Grace, was your mission for me? Why bestow the gift of nanoprobes in this very room, if all you’ve got in mind is to remove my throat? Seems you could’ve done that back then, and resolved part of the equation.”

Another step, closer. "Royal whim..., but you are not proclaiming usefulness or amusement right now."

Colin remained still. “I could beg….blurt out what I know of the crew’s plans….discuss the vessel’s capabilities in chapter and verse….verbally hurl thoughts against the wall to find out what may stick. I could sing….play my guitar….by the by, I left it aboard Eternity...might you send a drone around to pick it up? My Lord Sion holds all the cards. My options are few. What will you have of me?”

A snap of movement and Sion caught Colin by the throat, effortlessly holding him off the ground. "If I squeeze..., harder.., does the human head pop like a zit? Amuse me."

Suspended above the deck as he was, Colin’s memory of his author’s words came back. ”You won’t succeed,” rang across his oxygen deprived mind. The vicelike grip….glowing red eyes….a face stretched obscene across a robotic framework. No….he probably wouldn’t succeed. After all, he reasoned, he was just a tertiary character. Spots swam in his vision as Colin, united at last with his Dark Companion, made the fateful move in harmony. He bit down on his tongue, hard enough to trip the remote detonator implanted there.

Sion heard the detonation, his smirk widening as the silence played, between the two as Colin's eyes splashed that all too familiar shocking surprise. He pulled the jester closer, eyes to burning hellish eyes so fierce a flame that the radiant heat caused burns to fester in the Commander's skin.

"Not amused."

The other hand snapped forward, popping into Colin's jawline, snapping the bone so that the Commander's maw open. Another movement of Sion's metal fingers, and the points of their talons ripped into the thick muscle of the man's tongue. It ripped easily as the Borg King dealt a tight backhand.

"You really think you would board this ship with your little surprise Mr. Byrne," Sion began walking down the steps of his throne, his form traversing towards Colin's fallen form. He tossed the Commander's tongue aside as he stopped his step, looming over the defeated man.

"You want to beg now..., oh," he smiled picking at the blood on his fingers, flicking them slight. "..., right."
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Re: S02Ep12 The Sons of Eternity

Postby FSF Gabe » Sun Sep 14, 2014 11:28 pm

Story Note
Three weeks have passed since the incidents of the last episode. The Syndicate Fleet is fully mobilized into the Concord System, the Dyson sphere now converted into a makeshift docking and refitting station. Multiple ships have already used the resources available, the Voth Engineers that survived from the Enclave on the surface help in education on hand Engineers from across the many races comprising the Syndicate Loyalists on practices of using the available facilities. Large mechanical arms patch and move large sheets of triple hull plating, wielding and riveting, sealing and charging. Weapons and defenses, antiproton beams, transphasic torpedoes, Monotanium alloy. The fleet becomes greater than it once was.

It'll be four hours before Hope leaves the dock, it's systems, offensive, and defensive measures strengthened.

The Progenitor Virus has been cured, the antidote delivered in the ventilation system of the Intrepid. This methodology of compound composition has been given to the Voth in exchange for their help in strengthening the Syndicate fleet now that the Voth have reclaimed the Dyson sphere as their own. Still, much of their race still in their prehistoric nature, the giant beasts still roaming the surface, but its a surface that becomes a safe place for them.

The crew of Hope, in the midst of making sure upgrades and modifications remain on schedule and are done to their specifications for their regarded departments, find slight time for themselves before the meeting in the Void is to take place an hour after Hope is set to disconnect from it's moors. The necessity for additional space suggests that this upcoming meeting is to be quite the gathering.

The time is 07:43 hours, 3 hours 23 minutes until Hope's launch.
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Re: S02Ep12 The Sons of Eternity

Postby FSF Sail » Mon Sep 15, 2014 12:00 pm

Colin Byrne
Aboard V'ger

The fracture to his jaw was beginning to knit, as evidenced by a reduction in pain. Likewise, the mangled flesh inside his mouth where once had resided his tongue. Swallowing was difficult; he had to position his head just so to avoid remaining tendrils of muscle being swallowed, thereby producing a gag effect. As the shattered jaw couldn't close his mouth, any water they deigned to grant him wound up largely splashed upon his chest. Food was out of the question, as he had none of the abilities to chew or swallow properly. Aside from a "watering of the potted plant" every so often, his captors left him here in this cramped, dark corner of the V'ger mothership.

Twenty-one days, by my count, the Dark companion observed.

"Agreed," Colin thought in response.

Interesting, this confinement. I'd have assumed that we'd be either executed or assimilated by now.

"He wants entertainment," Byrne responded to his id. "Doubtless, when the time comes, he'll haul us out, costume us as the fool, and have us perform all make and manner of degrading tricks, most likely for the crew of Hope to view."

To what end? Darkness asked. Doesn't he realize that The Boy Captain should like to pin a medal to his chest for this?

"Perhaps not," Colin mused in silence. "And in that case, the joke shall be on him." The corners of his tortured mouth twisted upward, a private smile in the darkened chamber. "No matter how unlikely, a compassionate reaction from anyone aboard Hope would be icing upon the cake. Rest assured that whatever his motives, the primary objective is the delivery of his brother to the amphitheater."

Quite the grand space for a duel, Darkness observed with a chuckle. Operatic, one might say.

"Wagnerian, as filmed by Leni Riefenstahl."

All of that said, Darkness replied, what might be our next move?

"For the time being," Colin thought, "we wait. See how this "writer" is going to play his hand."
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Re: S02Ep12 The Sons of Eternity

Postby FSF Sail » Mon Sep 15, 2014 3:23 pm

LtCdr. Marisol Hocevar
Chief Engineer
USS Hope

"People I am going to kill," she muttered in the confines of the turbolift. "Number one....Owen Scott. Number two....Matrix Logan. Strike that...number one, Logan. Number two, Scott. Number three, Colin...if I ever see him again." Once more, she found her engineering department saddled with massive repairs from the incursion, enough to keep them running eighteen hour shifts. Then, her ace programmer savants all chose to gunk up the computer systems with their own little customizations, tossed in willy nilly, and without any thought of consequence. But no problem. After all, there were six hours left to each day. Finally, at 0615, Nogawa had sussed out the coding error that caused all the waste recyclers to backflow when the sensors were brought online....a state of affairs that would no doubt bring rejoicing from the residents of the lower decks. "Oh yeah.....add the captain," she grumbled, thinking of the upgrades they were also slapping into place. Barlow's propensity to play engineer always resulted in plans tabled in favor of his chosen projects, schedules cast to disarray, and her best people summarily reassigned to stand around and bask in the glow of his genius. In the end, she found herself as she had so many times since the mutiny, facing enormous volumes of work with the same skeleton crew she had before.

Her Hirogen team had been massacred. While the rest of the devolved engineering staff had been found wriggling in containment bags on the shuttlebay deck, every one of the Hirogen contingent assigned to Engineering had been cut to ribbons by the invaders. Though some Voth milled about, she couldn't send one off to work on his own. And so, more drains upon her few reliable people. "Three and twenty," she thought as the turbolift deposited her at Main Engineering. "Status," the chief engineer barked as she strode into the beating heart of the ship.

"Core's online and nominal," Washington nodded. "Systems are there...just awaiting the last code cleanup."

"How's Nogawa?"

"Mainlining caffeine. I sent Saffron and Bailey to help her wrap the coding. We're buggy in lots of secondary systems, but the primaries are back online. Security is checking weps and sensors now. All engineering functions are coded and verified. By the way, boss," the big ensign said, "don't order French Roast coffee. You'll get something....embarrassing. Ask for lemon meringue pie instead."

"Gotcha," the chief nodded. "What about this meeting Cap'n's called in the Void? Do we have anybody on that?"

"You're gonna love that," Bailey chuckled. We've got PA and lighting for the dais. Cap'n mentioned an image display. We didn't have any screen material large enough, so we're going old school. Projecting right onto the wall."

"Projecting?"

"The quickest fix. Hitchens is testing computer images in there right now."

"Okay," Marisol pushed a stray wisp of hair aside as she glanced up from the MSD. "Did the crystals all check out?"

"They're beautiful, boss," Washington smiled. 'We've got new crystals in both the primary and aux warp cores, with replacements for each times four." That much had gone well. The tremendous heat and internal pressures of the captive star had done the work of a thousand years' geology in mere hours, compressing and crystallizing their dilitheum ore into the precious resource. The result had been twenty fresh crystals, hardened and polished for maximum efficiency and matter/antimatter reaction control. In her opinion, the only blessed event that eclipsed that accomplishment was the birth of Amelia's little girl. She held some guilt there. It had been three weeks, and since finding herself lying on an upper catwalk in Engineering, there had been no time whatsoever to pay a visit.

She'd also avoided Talla. What she'd done on the surface was inexcusable. The ham handed transfusion of human blood to a Romulan system was toxic at it's very least. Worse yet had been the crude test she arranged, utilizing Logan's ocular to see just what might happen once her Generation Seven infused blood encountered Vreenak's. All incredibly dangerous, and in retrospect, completely unnecessary, given the arrival of the Hirogen fleet upon the scene. She'd risked both their lives, and betrayed his trust, all for fear of losing him. Now, she was fairly certain she'd done just that.....she simply lacked the courage to face the moment.

"Boss?" Washington touched her shoulder. "You in there?"

"Sorry," Marisol shook it off. "I'm getting a little punchy. Maybe I should get a cup of lemon meringue pie."

"It's the cat's meow!" Washington called after her.

Marisol whirled, an index finger threatening. "First one of you calls me a cougar gets a month with the waste reclamation plant."

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Re: S02Ep12 The Sons of Eternity

Postby thepariaheffect » Mon Sep 15, 2014 4:09 pm

Lieutenant Owen Scott
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USS Hope, Gymnasium

"Breathe in."

In the three weeks since the Hope had been retaken, life had been blessedly uneventful for Owen Scott. It wasn't to say that things weren't busy - the simple act of getting the ship's weaponry up to par had required every security shift to run triple - but they were easy enough to get through. Outside of signing off on a few tests, doing his best to fill the holes left in his roster after the deaths of several crew members and putting his entire staff through remedial boarding defense training, Owen had less actual labor ahead of him than he'd had in over a decade of Starfleet service.

So, of course, he found new ways to keep himself busy.

After the events on the Dyson Sphere, the security officer found himself curious about his new-found lease at life. He'd read what little information was available on the Hope about the Gen7 nanoprobes, and from there he'd...well, tested himself. He didn't find himself any stronger or faster, of course, but he had a new-found sense that his body was simply operating at its peak levels of efficiency. Small nuisances in life, ranging from his typical headaches to an old arm injury - were suddenly gone. But with nothing particularly new or exciting happening as a result of the transformative experience, he turned inside.

"Breath out."

He sat on the padded floor of the ship's small gymnasium, leading a few off-duty crewmen through a series of basic meditation exercises. Since his change, he'd found it easier than ever to simply stop and concentrate. His meditations were an attempt to recapture the euphoria he'd felt when his mind had brushed against the nanoprobe's greater consciousness, but even his failures in that regard helped him to center his mind and perform his duties more effectively. Joined by a few of his like-minded shipmates, he found the entire practice to be equally as useful as his usual sparring exercises. If he was honest, the meditation was probably better - fewer broken bones.

Opening his eyes, Owen stood and surveyed the gym. He had just enough time to stretch back out, grab a bit of food, get a shower and make his way down to the Void before the Captain's announcement.

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Re: S02Ep12 The Sons of Eternity

Postby Janice Lacey James » Mon Sep 15, 2014 4:53 pm

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Counselor
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Three weeks and counting since she'd dragged herself from a tank in sick bay. Being trapped in the tank was not her idea of freedom, but the change had improved her telepathic abilities. Although she still felt guilty for making the enemy shoot each other. Now she was back in her office.. many of the Hirogen she had come to know had been massacred and she had been as powerless to stop that as she had been to stop from turning into a large aquatic mammal that resembled earth's dolphins. The fact that she still needed to breath air was a bonus when it came to the antidote. Otherwise she would have probably still been trapped in that tank.

On a more positive note Amelia and Rick's daughter had been born amid the chaos. Janelle had been to see the new mother and child. But hadn't stayed long as Amelia looked very tired. But news of the birth had had an uplifting affect on many of the crew. It was a palpable feeling all over the ship. Everyone had been whispering about it and hoping to catch a glance of the newest addition to the starship family.

Janelle also had several patients still dealing with the aftermath of what they had turned into. It was going to be a long time for some of them to come to terms with what they had devolved into. Others seemed to take it in stride.

Janelle decided it was time to check in on Amelia again. She was still worried about her state of mind after all that had happened. Heading down the corridor towards Rick and Amelia's cabin she went over her own 'change' in her mind. She stopped in front of their door and mumbled, "at least I could still think." Then she rang the chime and waited.

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Re: S02Ep12 The Sons of Eternity

Postby FSF Gabe » Tue Sep 16, 2014 3:49 pm

Captain Rick Barlow
Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Hope
Dyson Sphere, Shipyard

CMDR Gabriel "Matrix" Logan
Intelligence Officer, U.S.S. Hope
Dyson Sphere, Shipyard

ON:
Construction was probably downplaying the sizable manufacturing that Captain Rick Barlow beheld as his form stood poised over the gangway overlooking what had become the fleet's shipyards. Over a hundred ships, nearly forty-thousand men and women from all walks of life and ranges of species sought the ambition of using the Dyson sphere's resources and availability to cover the cracks, smooth out the edges, and make their ship's ready for the coming battle. The Concord System's perimeter were being mined, planetoids long dead rigged for explosion by practiced death dealers like the Shadowrunners and other mercenary murders; bands of people that had long carried the fight against the Collective, living that one more day was no taking up a rifle, picking up a wielder, and putting bolt to plate. Tracking relays, early warning detection grids, banded patrols whose carrier frequencies would allow passage back into the system without setting off a single mine, and even a few Borg that Logan called, "tranquil," who had a sense of, "hearing," the Borg's Collective Consciousness were all set into place, ready to go off the moment a single cube entered.

Barlow saw hope in their eyes, as one looked at the other, he could sense that pride, that urgency of doing something that, win or lose, would either give credence to victory or memorial. All this preparation, this massive fleet that the Syndicate and he now possessed, to the untrained, to that one who had seen nothing but suffering all of this might have looked like hope. But Barlow had come to know better.

"Hope should be ready by that time," the Voth Darin allowed himself to say, his eyes in a transparent padd chalk full of itineraries, scheduling and half a million schematics for those ships needing refit. "Though Chief Hocevar..., dealing with her..., has been..., unpleasant."

A smile pressed to Barlow's face, one he did not show the crowd and one that wasn't able to bleed through the tufts of red beard that now shown upon his haggard face.

"Has our early warnings detected anything beyond the minefield," pressed Gerrick would stood beside Commander Vreenak?

Logan shook his head. "No. But such a sizable number as we have here will draw my brother and his armada."

"I'm kind of surprised that hasn't happened yet," Gerrick shot back, "this place is larger than the Crimson City was, and in the open as the Borderlands. Why it has not been burned to ash by your brother is beyond me."

"My brother has a sense of theatrics. He does not simply want to crush his enemies, he want's to destroy their hope so that death is something that is begged for." Logan looked over at Vreenak than back towards Barlow's direction. "I do believe my brother stalls for a reason."

Barlow's hands grasped the metal bar railing, his back still turned towards the meeting, his attention on the ship Hope and the giant sheets of montanium being bounded into place.

"Perhaps the coward Byrne has told them something...,"

"Colin wouldn't...," Barlow breathed, his voice interjecting a silence between the two feuding augments. "..., man doesn't know anything."

"Men squeal Captain when death is threatened."

Barlow laughed. "Thats probably all that man's got left to threaten." He turned around to face the three, causing the discussion to shift towards his attention. "Either way, we wait for them to come to us." He turned his head slightly towards the Red King's direction. "Minefield?"

"Finished. Each mine has been set to abide the frequency of each in the ship. It'll only be Borg that will set them off."

"Taking that to the Liberated?" Barlow's brow furrowed as he moved his eyesight to Logan.

"Secured outside the perimeter. We will be..., too tempting a target."

"Good. Voth transporters?"

Darin pipped in, adjusting the image splashed on his workstation. "Power output is sufficient enough to target the distance."

Barlow nodded. "Then I will see you all in the Void. Gentlemen."
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Re: S02Ep12 The Sons of Eternity

Postby Sonja Kinnunen » Tue Sep 16, 2014 9:37 pm

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

Three weeks had passed. As usual much of it was spent repairing, rebuilding, and enhancing what they had on hand. In the midst of assisting in coordinating the various repair efforts and ensuring there were not 'misunderstandings' between the various factions, the Romulan Commander had spent time on a few personal projects once more. Seeing how he would not be modifying the communication relay, various alternatives became more important. Was it any surprise the world seemed to conspire against him? Since his assignment on the Eternity everything sought to test the strength of Vreenak's self-control. Recent events were far from an exception.

The interphasic cloak had been reinstalled in preparation for some "final" clash with the Borg -- though Vreenak wasn't altogether sold on the idea they were making their last stand. That hadn't taken long once Engineering was in at least moderate shape again. Marisol had been absent at the time as even the work-consumed woman had to rest over the course of three weeks. Or perhaps she'd been elsewhere on the ship. Whatever occupied her, she'd been absent of late with remote reports given and Vreenak too occupied to pay a social visit.

No, the cloak was only there to give them an initial element of surprise or perhaps a last-ditch effort to escape. Vreenak's latest effort to bolster their ability to survive involved the infamous deflector dish. If he could not modify the relay to perform this function, then he would make it so Hope itself could do it. He had time and a cover to do it. Modifications he wasn't inclined to share with anyone. Those that asked or were needed for 'maintenance' were given various excuses that seemed perfectly inline with shoring up the dish; they had a history of using it as a 'almost irradiated the entire crew, but what a punch!' after all. More or less true this time, but with less chance of -- how did the Humans put it? -- causing everyone to glow in the dark. His part was relatively minor, really. A few adjustments and some customization of the emitter arrays... No one would know anything had been done. Only shame was how he couldn't field test it.

After all that work and coordination, he ended up in one of those meetings yet again. This one near the end of all their effort. The Commander's dark eyes shifted to Darin at his command about working with Marisol being unpleasant. Perhaps, he reflected, the man should be less concerned about his ego and more concerned with doing his job properly. He'd bit his tongue at the time, but part of him had wanted to let the Voth rot from their degenerative plague. Unfortunately even barely competent assistance by their few number was useful. Everything that happened on the Sphere had been from one man's insufferable and misguided arrogance. How was Vreenak suppose to feel? Perhaps he should have made a deal with the Q to save his own child; sacrifice half the galaxy for their amusement in the process?

Vreenak crossed his arms as Logan reported no sightings of the Borg Fleet yet. He only lifted an eyebrow at Logan's glance as he suggested a reason for the delayed assault. Did he want the opinion of an Imperial Officer of the Romulan Star Empire? If so, Vreenak would gladly spit on the so called Borg 'King' and his theatrics. Romulans broke their enemy's will to fight. Romulans would burn entire worlds, if need be. But they did not take their enemies lightly. So far this King was sweeping up after the Hope as if anxious to see what last ditch effort was made by the denizens of the Delta Quadrant for his amusement. A Romulan Commander could be so arrogant, but not a fleet. Even the botched assault on the Changeling Homeworld had not been born of disdain, but of betrayal and -- yes -- arrogance that no shapeshifter could possibly have infiltrated so high in their rank.

A soft snort followed the inexperienced words about death being an inciting motivator. How much longer was Vreenak to tolerate this man's presence? If Barlow hadn't responded -- and the laugh was appreciated -- the Romulan would have shoved those words back down the man's throat.

Barlow concluded the preliminary meeting in favor of the coming announcements. A small frown played across his tan-green features. His eyes shifted to Logan briefly before he turned and began to stride away. "I will resume monitoring our efforts until then." His thumb slid over the butt of his disruptor after he'd turned his back to those assembled for the report meeting. It took considerable coordination to prepare for all out war and when it came to this incredibly destructive and somewhat presumptuous plan the smallest detail could determine their collective fate.

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Re: S02Ep12 The Sons of Eternity

Postby thepariaheffect » Thu Sep 18, 2014 6:10 pm

Lieutenant Owen Scott
Chief of Security/Tactical Operations
USS Hope, Security Briefing Room

"Attention on deck!"

Owen walked into the lower-deck conference room he'd commandeered for security, doing his best to hide a wince at Petty Officer Hoffman's call to attention. He'd chosen her to replace Keating as Gamma Shift chief after the former noncomm's untimely demise, and he still wasn't quite used to the woman's insistence on following archaic forms of protocol. To be perfectly fair, of course, he also simply wasn't used to being the officer on deck in any circumstance - being commissioned was still taking a bit of adjustment.

Taking a moment to survey the assembled personnel stuffed into the tiny conference room, he did his best to avoid looking crestfallen. Hope's security complement was, all told, something of a work in progress. There were precious few Starfleet crewmen left in the division, both due to Scott's transfer of anyone with a bit of ability over to medical and engineering as well as the losses that the Hope had taken during its time in the Delta Quadrant. Most of those who were left were transplants from Ha'dara, many of whom were still dealing with their own personal identity crises. Even as he looked over them, he realized he barely knew them outside of their duty jackets. After all, it'd only been a few weeks since he'd officially taken over the Chief of Security posting - no time to get used to his oft-changing charges.

Still, a job's a job.

"I know the Captain's going to make his speech in a few hours," Owen began, glad that he'd taken the time to grab a quick bite and a shower after his workout, "but I'm going to go ahead and subject you to a few words of warning today. You should already know this, but...well, it bears repeating."

The security officer looked over the group again, drawing out the silence. "Some of you are Starfleet personnel. You took an oath, and I'm going to hold you to that. The rest of you threw your lot in with this ship, and I'm going to consider that just as important. But none of you signed up for what we're going into now - and that, ladies and gentlemen, is a suicide mission. And even if it fails, I guarantee that most of the casualties will be among those standing in this room today. Wearing yellow is a good indication that your life expectancy is going to be short, so get used to that."

"Now's the time when most officers would give you an out - and hell, the Captain might do that himself." Owen shook his head, continuing, "I'm not going to do that. This is a war, and we need every warm body we've got. What I'm going to promise you all is that I won't ask anything of you that I won't do myself. Every one of you is responsible for the safety and well-being of every other person on this ship. Like it or not, ladies and gentlemen, you're all expendable. Our engineers and medics are not. You keep them safe, and we might get through this. You fail, and we're all dead."

A hint of a smile crossed his face as he finished. "You're security. You know what to do. Report to your shift leader, and anybody who's late to the briefing is going to be cleaning the torpedo tubes manually. DISMISSED!"

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Re: S02Ep12 The Sons of Eternity

Postby FSF Gabe » Fri Sep 19, 2014 3:48 pm

Captain Rick Barlow
Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Hope
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Lt. Amelia ‘Mia’ Moore
Chief of Science, U.S.S. Hope
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Lt. Janelle James
Counselor, USS Hope

ON:
Janelle stood outside the Captain’s quarters waiting. She could sense Amelia and Rick and their child on the other side of the door. She rang the chime and listened for an answer.

Amelia looked up from her daughter and glanced towards the door. She looked up to Rick, “If it’s ship’s business, I’ll just go into the bedroom.”

Rick winced a bit, ship matters that played upon the Padd placed aside before he got up from his seat on the sofa. He had told Mia that things were going to be complicated since his plans had changed, since the Dyson sphere. It was all the more reason for Amelia’s biting sense of discarding herself from it beyond simply having the child now. Rick smiled at the little infant, so much and so little, there wasn’t words; but there wasn’t time, not even time to name her.

At the door, Rick simply tapped the icon to open the door, filling the doorframe with ambient light from the corridor and the brilliant sight of Counselor James. “Lieutenant,” Rick pressed, not really surprised by the woman’s arrival. It was standard to have her guidance as a means when so much has happened. “Please come in…,”

Jenelle stepped through the door with a smile, “I hope I am not intruding. I wanted to see how you were all doing. Have you decided on a name for her yet?”

Amelia smiled at the counselor, “I was just remembering that dream state. We had a little girl, called Maddy. Perhaps that’s what we should call her. But I’ll let Rick decide. RIght now I just call her my little princess.”

Rick smiled a bit. “Seems too much destiny driven…, I’ve had enough of that to last me well over a lifetime.” He returned to the sofa, setting the Padd to the side. “It was a lie, not really a projection of a,” he air quoted,” prophecy. Of which I’ve also had my fair share of…,” He looked at the infant, smiling. “I do like the name though.”

Amelia smiled, “Hello there Maddy.” She looked down at the little girl in her arms as the baby yawned. “Looks like she’s ready for her nap.” Amelia stood with the baby in her arms. “Was there something you needed Janelle?”

Janelle watched Mia, “I just wanted to check on how you are all doing. After all, it’s been a rather strange situation. We’ve all been through quite a lot.”

Rick scoffed a laugh. When he noticed Janelle’s unamused face, the Captain’s lips curled and his brow furrowed into a look of bewilderment. “Oh you’re serious.” He leaned forward, his hand rubbing at the hairs on his face. “Lieutenant I’m about to send men and women to die against an enemy that’s just ripped the quadrant a new one. Our ship and crew aren’t just Hope in name only. I’ve got more than 10,000 men, women, and children depending on what I’m going to say in…,” he checked the PADD in front of him, “..., 2 hours time, while a good portion of those people want nothing more than to stab me in the back first chance they get.” He leaned back in the sofa. “Not to mention a Second Officer missing, a First Officer who thinks me a child, and speaking of child, if I fail mine probably won’t see the age of 1.” Another scoff. “..., and you ask how I’m doing.” He shook his head briefly. “Peachy Counselor…, just peachy.”

Janelle shook her head slightly, “I know this weighs heavy on your mind, Captain, but you have a responsibility to yourself as well as to the crew and your family. I know, as does everyone else on this ship, that we may perish. But I also know that the birth of your daughter has also given them a new purpose. She is their hope of the future. And I have felt many of them, with a new sense of determination. I do not think they will turn on you.”

“I’m sure the Red King, cutthroat as he is, would appreciate your sentiment. But I know all this Janelle, I don’t need you to tell me that its my responsibility. I’m determined to see these people home, but cutting a hole in the Borg line is going to be…, difficult.”

Amelia moved next to Rick, “We knew this from the start, when Jim Maxwell was our captain. You’ve seen us through some difficult times.” She placed her hand on his arm, “I have complete faith that you will see us through this as well.”

Janelle nodded, “I know you will do whatever needs to be done. I just want you to remember that you are stronger than you think you are. And I will be there if and when you need my counsel.”

The smirk on Barlow's face fell as Amelia's hand touched his arm. For a moment, the worries fell, the walls dedicated to keeping his Commanding demeanor lessened enough so that, through the words spoken, through the looks in both their eyes, he believed Janelle.

His hand went to Amelia's, his deep set greens meeting hers; belief in success..., strong.

"I appreciate it."

Amelia smiled and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “And if you weren’t sure, we love you and I know you will be the man you need to be. No one can take that away from you. I am proud of you, Rick. Just remember that, no matter what happens.”

Janelle smiled and felt the love that Amelia held for Rick. She was sure this relationship would last through whatever the future held. “I can see that you have a good support system here. I will be there for both of you if you should need me.” She looked at Barlow a more serious look on her face, “I do want to say that the birth of your child has affected everyone on this ship. There is a greater feeling of support and determination among the crew. I don't think you need to be concerned about morale. I get the sense that you will have no problems with the crew. Many of the crew even have said they would do everything to protect your child. She is the new hope for the future.”

Rick simply nodded.
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Re: S02Ep12 The Sons of Eternity

Postby Sonja Kinnunen » Sat Sep 20, 2014 3:13 pm

Commander Talla Vreenak
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Storage Bay, Deck 9

Ael’voh

After an hour the Commander excused himself to 'get ready' for the gathering. He retreated to a moderately sized storage bay on Deck 9 that he'd sealed off from anyone wandering inside. Much of his personal research into various matters had been moved here from the holodeck -- a facility that while convenient and diverse was vulnerable to computer compromise and power loss. The calculations had to be exact for maximum effect against the Borg. Everyone made their plans and he'd play along with every one of them, but Vreenak had his own. Information he couldn't trust to outsiders. While Logan had certainly made himself useful, Vreenak consciously remained skeptical of the man's motives. Once his "brother" was dealt with they would soon see who Logan truly was and what he truly wanted with nothing to stand in his way. If it turned out the man was not more than he seemed so much the better. It was if he turned on them that Vreenak would be ready -- unlike so many others that kept him perhaps too close.

Ael’voh

A breath pressed between his lips as he planted one hand against a wall. That voice. No, it wasn't there. Don't be irrational.

Ael’voh

Again. Again. How was he suppose to focus? Again!

Vreenak howled before he whipped around and slammed his fist into an already battery metal panel. Stop, he hissed to the disembodied voice.

Ael’voh

He whipped around and sent a container sailing through the air before it tumbled across the deck. The voice came and went in frequency. It seemed worse when he was alone. The more he stayed focused on coordinating resources and personnel for the fight, the less often it tugged on his ear. It made focusing on his private work unbearable, however. But -- he thought -- that was probably the point.

A console flared to life after he slammed his palms atop its surface. Scans of himself and schematics of the nanoprobes burned into his eyes. There they were. Logan's little leash. Did they influence the rest? Or was this distraction solely his to burden because Vreenak hadn't evaded notice? That it might be memories he tried not to recall, brought forth by the dangerous infection on the Sphere, hadn't occurred to him. He'd managed to not dwell on them for years now so why would they suddenly return? Why wouldn't they be quiet?

The disruptor slipped from its holster and with a flick of his thumb the power cell rotated out. Vreenak brought it halfway up before he stopped himself -- again. He could purge them all. Every one of them. End it. But they were about to engage the Borg and Logan already used the lack of them as an excuse once to keep the First Officer from leading an Away Team. No, he had to leave the pests. For now. A little longer... and he might be able to be rid of all of them. Everywhere.

Which brought him to the next screen he swept into view with a gesture. The disruptor shoved back into place at his side; his thumb drifting over the butt of the device. The calculations had to be exact.

Ael’voh

The Romulan's eyes narrowed as he focused on the design in front of him with a glance paid to the time every so often.

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Re: S02Ep12 The Sons of Eternity

Postby FSF Gabe » Sun Sep 21, 2014 12:45 am

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Less than an hour will see the Captain of Hope speak at the general assembly taking place onboard Hope within it's, Void. Many start to flock inside the large space, most from Hope's new crew while others are crewmen and Captain's whose ships are still undergoing refit, or have found time to come aboard. This has left Security onboard the Federation starship to be tightened as guest after guest after guest venture onboard. Eventually, a crowd begins to form within the Void as the less than an hour becomes mere minutes.

All seem anxious to hear what the Captain whose banded them together will say, more over, what the details of the Fleet's assault on the Borg will be.
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Re: S02Ep12 The Sons of Eternity

Postby FSF Gabe » Sun Sep 21, 2014 12:46 am

Captain Rick Barlow
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U.S.S. Hope, The Void

ON:
The assembly gathered, their voices carrying to the point that the mummers and conversations taking place played like ocean waves crashing against giant cliffs, no two breaks the same and equally as loud. Captain Rick Barlow stood outside the corridor, alone, his back against the wall, his head down. He had shaved, showered, smelled as a Captain smelled, looked as a Captain looked dressed in a clean Starfleet Uniform, the red shoulders bright, fresh, the pips on his collar brilliant and shined. The Padd he held glowed in his hand, its screen holding the notes, the words he would say and the plan and documentation of visuals that would showcase this to the thousands that held poised in wait within the Hope's Void. Again those crashing waves, those tall tall cliffs.

He stood on the precipice, the waters below, the break of the ocean turning to a sea of people, all looking upon him, all regarding him that he was the man with the plan; that he would do what others could not. That he had the answers and the path to stop the Collective. It was quite the cliff to stand on.

As he entered, the large room grew quiet, the first few eyes that landed upon him pronouncing that the Captain was on deck. His crew, his command staff held at attention all the while the other thousands seemed to hush; the ocean growing stiller, growing calmer as Rick's footfalls concluded at the podium set in the front center of the stage Engineering had placed for the meeting. They had done quite the work for the assembly. Speaker system to carry his voice across the Void, the large walls set to be the surface area of projecting what he intended to showcase. Upon these details the Syndicate had put their own monitors and transmission feeds so not only could Barlow's voice and images carry across the Void, but also to the hundreds of ships that now made up Hope's fleet. It was quite daunting to stand in front of. But Rick sat the Padd down, the slight click resounding as the onboard software sync initiated before the surface of the wall behind him glowed with the Federation of Planet's emblem, the field of blue holding brilliant the white of the image and the wording in helvetica font. He heard a few mummers towards this display, a brief conversation here and there and as he looked out to the crowd, his crew standing in the front, he could see that glint of something familiar, that reminder of home in their eyes.

"Good morning," Barlow began gruff, not remembering to clip his combadge so that it too synced with the com system in place. He winced a bit as he clipped the badge and stated again, "good morning," his voice carrying across the Void.

He was silent for a bit. Letting the crowd die as their attention fell upon him; as over 10,000 souls looked upon him either in person, on projector screen, or viewscreen aboard a ship circling the system or in low orbit around the sphere that had become so much more than a stopgap.

”They really are like an ocean.”

"At 0930 hours outlining patrols reported sighting of the Borg Collective. Their fleet will enter the system in three and a half hours.”

The news was like ice water, a bucket splashed on one not expecting. Barlow could see the looks, hear the sudden thrum of mummers, and the subtle movements of uncertainty. It was true, people expected there would be more time, even he was surprised by Logan’s report. But it was true, even as he brought up the image of the tactical map of the Concord System, the grid like patterns overlaying it, zooming into Grid 37 of Section Zeta, even as Rick Barlow stated this, moving continuing with his speech, he noted anxiety. Perhaps it was that the finale was here, nearly a year and a half, it was here. After everything experienced, after so many lost, that moment had come.

“As earlier predicted, they will intercept Section Zeta of Grid 37. This section is indicative with the orbital rotation of the Concord System’s 4th planet Gertrude. We have rigged Gertrude for detonation as well as made a spherical perimeter of mines in three ringed sections…,”

The map zoomed out. “Grid 46 through Grid 138. Grid 33 to 257. And, finally, Grid 12 through Grid 26.” As illustrated, Rick showcased the spherical rings of mines that had been planted, each one taking a section between the four planet system, their orbital inclination accurate enough that the mines did not move in concert with the overall orbital dance therein. They remained locked, numerous, and waiting.

“Our fleet will be divided into three forces. Alpha Fleet, which will take up the forward frontal assault behind Grid 33 between Grid 33 and 12. Bravo Fleet which will comprise of Hope and other vessels capable of cloak and will be beyond the minefield with Charlie Fleet comprised of Resistance craft. Alpha Fleet will be flagged by the Crimson Knife and it’s commander the Red King, Bravo, Hope and myself, and Charlie will be flagged by Commander Gabriel “Matrix” Logan and his twenty-four ships of which are already in location.”

The map zoomed in again, this time near where the Borg would enter the system. “As the Collective’s fleet enter, Charlie Fleet will engage while Bravo remains cloaked and out of sight and combat. The goal of Charlie Fleet is to bring the Borg into here, at grid 47 to match with the orbital trajectory of Gertrude. Once the Collective is on the intended course, the Dyson sphere will transport Logan and his ship’s back behind the line into Grid 37 of Gamma.”

The map zoomed out, showing the cause and effect by simulated movement of enemy ships with regard to their pursuit of Charlie fleet, the blips dancing their crazy waltz before freezing as the Borg entered the minefield, Charlie fleet disappearing back behind the line.

“With so many in their number, the Borg will not be able to pull away as they enter the minefield. Sir Isaac Newton will be doing most of their driving and we let the minefield do most of the talking until the fleet reach Gertrude. Then…,”

Another zoom in. This time the simulator taking the Borg Fleet from one point to near the fourth planet of the Concord System, the blips of their fleet dashing away one by one as the indicators of the minefield plants splashed one by one. It froze as the surviving Borg ships reached Gertrude.

“..., we let Gertrude do the talking.”

On the screen, Gertrude detonated, it’s explosion simulating a massive reverb of destruction as wave upon wave of Borg ships were destroyed, the planetary mass detonation signalling a burning ball of death to cascade over them.

“Continuing this attack pattern and juggling with the orbital mechanics of the system, Charlie fleet luring between fields, and planetary detonation, the Borg fleet will not only be crippled, but, after going through all three lines of minefields and experiencing two to three more planetary detonations if possible, the kill zone will be established, funneling the enemy in a tight easily digestible path of which they will not be able to escape from.”

The map zoomed out, showcasing the funnel made in combination with the initial approach of the Borg Fleet, the detonations, and pathway created in the expiration of the minefield as Charlie continually lured them into a snaking pathway to intersect the other 3 planets.

“We turn their numbers against them….,”

Another zoom in, showcasing the center mass of Alpha Fleet combined with Charlie Fleet openingly firing at the remnants of the Borg fleet coming through the last line of minefields.

“This narrow pass created will keep the Borg advance constrained and they will not be able to withdraw due to the bottleneck created.”

The simulated battle continued to be waged behind Barlow, the Borg blips being taken out as one by one their ships entered firing range, destroyed by the concentrated firepower of Alpha Fleet and Charlie Fleet. The last Borg blip dashing away.

“There is however a complication. Two ships that could turn the tide. The Eternity and VGer, both of which haven’t been seen on approach, but, as we know from past encounters with the Collective, the Eternity does not stray from the front lines of the armada and VGer never strays too far from the aftermath.”

The battle reset, the simulated map rewinding to Gertrude’s explosion and the aftermath as Charlie continues to move the Borg fleet into the position of another planetary explosion.

“Eternity will be the first to show. Either during or after the initial planetary detonation. Considering the scope of destruction before them, Eternity will more than likely hold off until it can either create it’s own path through the minefield, or, it feels that the pathway is significant enough to warrant its insertion into the battle. Regardless, Bravo Fleet, upon sight of Eternity, will move into position to assault.”

On the map, the view zoomed to Bravo Fleet, still under cloak, moving into position on Eternity’s port side.

“Hope and it’s fleet will move to the blind side of Eternity’s firing arc,” a zoom in further and Barlow clipped into the Padd, setting an arrow to be displayed between the port first and second nacelle and the forward port saucer section.

“At the mark Bravo Fleet will decloak and concentrate it’s firepower, barreling into Eternity on it’s port side. High beams will create a large enough whole on this side of the ship. At this time, CMDR Vreenak and his assault team will enter Eternity, their goal is not it’s destruction, but rather, it’s take over.”

Alarms seemed to wash over the assembly, whispers, voices, slight movements of uncomfortability. Rick continued.

“The Dyson sphere will attempt to beam Vreenak’s team directly to the ship’s bridge, however, as it is known by my crew, the Eternity is not as it was when it first entered the quadrant nearly a year and a half ago. We can’t speculate that the Borg have kept the same layout as we have on record…,”

The map of the battle disappeared, the layout of Eternity while it was under command of James Maxwell holding firm on the projection. “This ship is different. It does not require a crew but rather a single operating individual neurally linked into the vessel. Or rather, it has that capacity. I had set safeguards previously, but it is my believe that these safeguards are no longer in place. This neural linkage draws power from these accelerators.”

The map moved along the ship’s layout, finding lock on to a facility close set to the Bridge. “These accelerators supply power to the neural link interface with a very unique signature. If the Borg are using Eternity in this manner, even in the slightest, then the Dyson sphere will pick up this signature during the breech in the ship’s shielding and will be able to beam Vreenak and his team onboard and close to this facility. If they are using this as a means to neurally link the ship, this facility’s destruction will sever that connection. From there, the team will be able to trace a route to the Bridge and join into whatever fray is left over. Eternity will be used to assault VGer.”

The Captain took a breath, deep. The display again resetting to the overall view of Eternity’s cross section layout. “If the Dyson Sphere does not pick up this signature, then there is a plan B. The Tachyon Core.”

Barlow moved the map to focus on the Tachyon Core facility.

“This will not have been moved as it is the means of not only supplying the bulk of Eternity’s more heavy hitting of weapons, a trait that the Borg will clearly want to have exploited, but also supplies the means of the ship’s transwarp ability.”

Another push, the view taking up residence on screen, the schematics that Barlow created before and during fabrication of the core, his name clearly seen on the lower left as the designer displayed. “Tachyon particles move constantly at speeds faster than light. The core is designed to police this movement within the bounds of three magnetically charged stabilizing rings. The core uses this manipulation as a means of supplying the tachyon particles to other areas of the ship when needed…, the nanofibril of the ship’s hull and the emission from the deflector dish when jumping into transwarp and seeding tachyon particles in weaponry discharge during phaser array dispersals…, however if one were to disable or destroy this core, than the Tachyon particle movements wouldn’t be regulated, the core would overcharge with the abundance of it’s ability to manufacture additional particles…,”

He centered the view on the rings control. “If Eternity is not being neurally controlled, Vreenak’s team will be charged with destabilization of the Tachyon Core. The resulting destabilization will destroy Eternity.” The image disappeared in a flash of white, the projection disappearing into a fade of black. “Tachyon particles oscillate, they move constantly, when that movement is stopped by a force of equal or greater in magnitude it rips space and…, theoretically, time. I have tried to calculate the magnitude of such an event, damage radi, mass-energy equivalence but it all boils down to mass times acceleration equals force. An object traveling at speeds faster than that of light colliding with another of same or lesser velocity makes one hell of a big bang. In the end I have surmised that the destruction is incalculable.”

Another mummer fell throughout the crowd, notions of such an event taking place so close noting worry upon faces, sparkles of doubt glinting in eyes here and there as they looked back at Barlow.

“Make no mistake ladies and gentlemen, the Tachyon Core is a hail mary pass. If it becomes the target of Vreenak’s team, then a generalized disband of the fleet will be called, but it is uncertain if a ship, even at full warp, will be able to escape.”

The crowd became a rolling storm, the ocean churning slightly as winds began to rise.

“Its uncertain a conclusion but it is a conclusion. This is not a strange notion, uncertainty, we have all stood on that precipice time and time again at the end of our hope, at the end of what we perceived to be our time. But what is different about this moment and the moments previously is that I believe,” his finger pointing to himself as he emphasised the last breath.

In the conference, Barlow’s eyes shifted momentarily towards Janelle James, shifting again to Amelia Moore.

“We have chosen to believe…,”

Rick steps took him away from the podium, his boots clicking on the hull plate of the stage’s floor. He stood before the crowd openly.

“Your assemblance today, your value, your courage is proof of this. We believe in not just ourselves, but of each other. Where others would have ran, where others would have hid we have said no, we have said this far and no further. That is the difference from yesterday and today. We stand together in our single believe.”

He could see the crowd beginning to shift, that worry once held lifting, determination replacing doubt. Even as Barlow looked upon those that were amassed by the effort, even the notion in his crew’s form and attentiveness, even that too beheld the same believe, that glint of renewing hope.

“Today there is not a man, woman, Hirogen, Syndicate Loyalist, or Liberated that shall stand alone. Not this day. Today we have chosen to face the monsters at the door, we bring the fight to them and we show them, win or lose, that we will survive, we will thrive with our imperfections, with what makes us…, us.”

Ferocity bled into his words, the motions of his hands waving to stamp in emphasis. His enthusiasm taking to the crowd that was poised, burning upon his elocution. Hearts pounding, breath abated.

“Today we are canceling The End. Today we are calling off the Apocalypse.”

A fist held high above his head Rick shouted:

“TODAY WE ENGAGE THE BORG!”

A shout joined by thousands echoed. Defiant, assertive, it rattled the walls and floor of the Void, it cascaded throughout the corridors of Hope. Aboard the hundreds of ships, for those that could not be there in person, Captain Rick Barlow’s sentiment was felt by all.

“To stations,” Rick finished, his breath taken by the moment. "For the future. For Hope."
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Re: S02Ep12 The Sons of Eternity

Postby Brett K Reese » Sun Sep 21, 2014 8:21 pm

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Entering the meeting, Brett was surprised by the sheer size of the crowd. She scanned the forward section of the crowd looking for Rostham. “Figures that after six years I finally let someone in and we are on the eve of our possible demise,” she thought to herself, spotting at the far end of the crew.

“Hi. Has he started yet,” she asked squeezing between two engineers to take her place next to Rostham.

(Tag Rostham)

Captain Rick Barlow wrote:The map zoomed in again, this time near where the Borg would enter the system. “As the Collective’s fleet enter, Charlie Fleet will engage while Bravo remains cloaked and out of sight and combat. The goal of Charlie Fleet is to bring the Borg into here, at grid 47 to match with the orbital trajectory of Gertrude. Once the Collective is on the intended course, the Dyson sphere will transport Logan and his ship’s back behind the line into Grid 37 of Gamma.”


As the battle plans filled the wall, caught flashes of emotions from around the room. She found it impossible to block out all emotions of others in large crowds, especially when experiencing anxiety herself.

(Tag Rostham)

“Are you glad you joined us now?”

(Tag Rostham)

As Barlow explained plan B, Brett instinctively laced her fingers in Rostham’s and squeezed, never taking her eyes off the screen. “I think I may be more a soldier than a doctor on this mission. I better get some target practice in before we get started. I definitely don’t want to become a mindless borg freak. I’ll shoot myself before I let that happen.”

(Tag Rostham)

As the meeting broke up, Brett stood staring at the final display of destruction. Now more than ever she has a reason to not be in the middle of the apocalypse, but this is the life I chose. Six years ago she never thought she would be in this situation in her personal life. “We will get through this or die together,” she thought. Sensing Rostham’s concern, she spoke before he could say anything, “Let’s get going. We have to get ready for battle,” she said walking past him and heading out the door.

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Re: S02Ep12 The Sons of Eternity

Postby FSF Sail » Sun Sep 21, 2014 11:24 pm

LTCdr. Marisol Hocevar
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She wasn't a tactician, and definitely not a strategist. The plan seemed alright as the captain unfolded it to the crowd in the void. "As long as the Borg can be persuaded to travel a certain corridor.." And that really was the lynchpin of the whole thing, wasn't it? How to lure a highly mobile enemy under the guns of your static fortifications. A problem that she'd learned was the bane of generals and scholars everywhere. "Take Santa Anna, from your own history," Colin had once tried to explain the difference. "The Alamo was a fixed target. Sam Houston's army was highly mobile. Hence, Santa Anna slaughtered the Texicans at the Alamo, and a few weeks later, was himself slaughtered at San Jacinto."

But, Colin wasn't here. "Highly mobile?" she thought as mention of fleets Alpha, Bravo, and Charlie was disseminated throughout. As the subject of Eternity surfaced, her attention sharpened. Talla was to lead the first away team, charged with overcoming what technological horrors the Borg had visited upon their old ship. Though words had yet to pass directly between them, she found herself hoping fervently that she might be called for this mission. They had worked side by side aboard the Cerberus, and were even the last two non photonics to evacuate her engine room. The memory brought a shudder, a holographic doctor become a psychopath. And, she recalled, that psychopath had almost beaten her to death.

Capt. Barlow wrote: “If Eternity is not being neurally controlled, Vreenak’s team will be charged with destabilization of the Tachyon Core. The resulting destabilization will destroy Eternity.” The image disappeared in a flash of white, the projection disappearing into a fade of black. “Tachyon particles oscillate, they move constantly, when that movement is stopped by a force of equal or greater in magnitude it rips space and…, theoretically, time. I have tried to calculate the magnitude of such an event, damage radi, mass-energy equivalence but it all boils down to mass times acceleration equals force. An object traveling at speeds faster than that of light colliding with another of same or lesser velocity makes one hell of a big bang. In the end I have surmised that the destruction is incalculable.”


She held posture as the murmuring of the crowd behind filtered some alarm. The quantum mechanics were generally correct, and the captain's summation rang true. Chances were that, if the option of tachyon core destabilization were to be exercised, the end would come in a flash of white, with most likely only one destination in store. Such a death held no fear. It was almost beyond comprehension, so academic as to permit no terror, shunning the kick of self preservation in a tidy burst of particles and light. A kindness, given all that they had endured.

Marisol found that a certain relief was taking hold, permitting her clarity in the face of their adversaries. She wouldn't go so far as to predict an outcome, but she understood that a great many people in this room would not be standing by day's end. The possibility of loss, their constant companion, had touched more strongly. And it was here, where her fear would lie. The next few hours would be insanely busy, but she simply couldn't pretend. She would have to seek him out, and speak her mind. Hopefully, Talla would be in a position to hear her out.

The presentation ended in a rousing cheer. Such a moment did her heart well, to stand in unity with so many against insidious evil. Now, there was the actual doing. Time was precious.
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Re: S02Ep12 The Sons of Eternity

Postby FSF Gabe » Mon Sep 22, 2014 9:31 am

Captain Rick Barlow
Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Hope
U.S.S. Hope, Observation Lounge

ON:
Vreenak, Owen Scott, Janelle James and Anam Farooqi had been removed from the Bridge after the assembly in the Void. Evacuations of their guests were underway and the fleet, now given direction, began to pair themselves into assignments, their Fleet Commanders mobilizing them into position for Barlow's plan. Not even an hour had played itself out and he was already outlining the plan of attack with the assault team for Eternity's arrival. The splash of digital readouts and blueprints of the Cerberus Class displayed on a series of Padds and screens. The Captain had explained that the assault team, whomever Vreenak ultimately chose would need to stay behind on the Dyson Sphere in order to facilitate accurate acquirement when the Sphere either detected the neural linkage signature or, in the Plan B avenue, the Tachyon Core. Engaging a lockon while both points of transport were moving was dangerous to be sure, but even more to it, nearly an impossibility and one that wasn't advised to.

"..., while Vreenak and his team remain Sphere side, Janelle, you're acting First..., Anam..., Second."

Barlow had made his recommendations to Vreenak on who should be on the Away Team, the majority senior staff. Dr. Reese, Marisol Hocevar, Amelia Moore and obviously Owen Scott. The situation was fluid and if they ran into anything engineering specific, which was more than likely, he'd want Marisol in play. Begrudgingly Mia was the expert on nanotechnology, grew everything that was onboard Eternity before the Borg got it's hands on it; that being said she would be the one to take on any associated problems that might come up in that field. Doctor Reese was a double threat, with her medical training, she would be onsite for treatment, but her empathic abilities would be even that much more beneficial.

"We had a few empaths work during the design and fabrication stages of the neural link system, giving us a roadmap during development when it came to safeguards and route locations. If the Borg are using Eternity in that capacity, an empath will be able to track the flow and; therein, it's source helping the team to reach the Bridge."

He paused a bit, letting the notions of his recommendations sink in. These few people would make the difference between victory or defeat, and it was crucial that everything that could happen was prepared for.

"Ultimately it's your decision Commander," he nodded towards the Romulan, "but my recommendation should be taken. We will have the officers on hand to handle ship operations during the engagements, we haven't a shortage of manpower. Maybe trust however, we are dealing with more than a handful of Syndicate Loyalists. For the moment however, everyone is on the same page and willing to the cause. That'll be enough for now."

"Thats all gentlemen. I want your team selected and ready to head off ship within the hour. Good luck."

<<Tag Vreenak, Scott>>

"Mr. Farooqi. I've already made it official in the ship's books and while I would say it's a long time coming and a ceremony is appropriate, time is not on our side." The Captain slid over the box he had left opened, the gleam of two fully solid pips sparked against the lighting. "Congratulations Lieutenant."

<<Tag Farooqi>>

"Dismissed. Janelle..., send Mia in."

<<Tag James>>

Rick stood momentarily at the table, his hands pressed against the cool glass of it's surface. He passed a breath in that moment that he was by himself. He could have sworn that he had aged several years in the last thirty minutes with the amount of stress and work that came in the flurry in such concentrated minutes. Amelia walked into the lounge just as Rick turned towards the open door of which closed leaving the two alone.

"I don't want Madelynn onboard Hope," he finally stated after a degree of silence fell between them. "I don't think you do either, but we are both needed in this battle." He shook his head briefly, "even if we weren't needed, we'd probably still be fighting this for her." He stood up straight, adjusting his uniform. "I've made arrangements with Nazir to take her off ship when Vreenak's Away Team departs within the hour. I think if..., if anything should happen..., Nazir would..., be there for her."

<<Tag Moore>>
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Re: S02Ep12 The Sons of Eternity

Postby thepariaheffect » Mon Sep 22, 2014 8:20 pm

Lieutenant Owen Scott
Chief of Security/Tactical Operations
USS Hope, Observation Lounge

Taking the initiative, Owen thrust a PADD at Vreenak. There were probably more sociable ways to go about things, but time was of the essence. Better to skip niceties and get right down to work.

"These are my security recommendations, if you're looking to bring more bodies along. If not, I've also included an ideal tactical load-out for each potential party member suggested by the Captain, based on the information in the ship's dossiers along with my own observations. Per your orders, sir, I can have the kits waiting on standby."

[TAG Vreenak]

With a moment's hesitation, the security officer also produced a second, battered PADD and slid it towards Captain Barlow.

"Before my...vacation...on Ha'Dara, I was attempting to fulfill a one-way mission. Starfleet was investigating all possible avenues of interest when it came to the Hobus Supernova, and the Borg represented a better-than-nil possibility in the pool of suspects. I was to gather appropriate data on the Borg to bring home, but...well, I think it might serve you better here, sir. I had code-word clearance on everything the Federation's gathered on the Borg in the last twenty years, along with what I was able to pick up before my accident. I'm absolutely sure that there's nothing there that you don't already know...but I figured it was safer not to take chances."

[TAG Barlow]
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Re: S02Ep12 The Sons of Eternity

Postby Sonja Kinnunen » Tue Sep 23, 2014 9:44 pm

Commander Talla Vreenak
Executive Officer, U.S.S. Hope
The Void

Vreenak examined the presentation area just minutes before it was scheduled to begin. Of course his thoroughness to ensure it wasn't a major, anti-climatic nightmare hadn't anticipated the Captain neglecting to turn the microphone (his combadge) on when he strode on stage. At least he only skipped a platitude and noticed the issue right away. Despite the Romulan's sour disposition of late he didn't hold the easily forgettable slip against Barlow. After all, there was the great amount of trust placed in Logan and the near catastrophic slip on Churn to put it in perspective. Yet, again, he was Romulan. Barlow was Human. These silent disagreements happened. They'd managed to survive so far, which was ultimately the most important thing to keep in mind.

Which was an amusing thought to end on considering the first order of business was 'The Borg have found us.' No lengthy exchange of pleasantries and reassurance? One of those occasional Human moments where they got straight to the point and expected everyone present not to 'lose their minds.'

What followed next was more or less the plan the Captain had laid out earlier in private. Vreenak wondered if the Borg could be so easily 'corralled,' but then their so-called King didn't value the existence of any one Borg. They had an armada to throw at the remaining resistance in the entire quadrant; they wouldn't miss a few cubes, right? Another major, tactical error on the Borg's part given their leader's overbearing arrogance -- if it came to pass.

As for the Commander's part in the fight... Vreenak's countenance didn't change as Barlow attempted to explain the fallout of a tachyon focal chamber's uncontrolled overload and destruction. Theoretically they could all be blown up before laying a hand on the Eternity were the destructive power sent into the past. There were two, worse scenarios: a Chroniton containment eruption (which most certainly would have secondary effects), and a so-called 'Omega' particle eruption (which even then you might survive, but be stranded at impulse for decades or generations).

And then the usual inspirational speech to avoid 'depressing' the audience. Very Human.

<<Tag Void>>

Observation Lounge
Barlow's First Officer regarded the swell of information on display as the man spoke. A dark eye rose to regard the Captain as he listed his recommendations. The reasons given made sense. Except, perhaps, for Marisol. It was true she was a distinguished Engineer, but Vreenak himself had quite a bit of experience when it came to theoretical physics. Yet, as he contemplated the many scenarios that might play out the commander of the Team shouldn't be so distracted by an Engineering obstacle he couldn't respond to the many threats aboard the Eternity.

It was unexpected he recommended their doctor come along on the mission, however. They had Empaths involved with this neural link system? Curious. He made a mental note to retrieve a neural link prototype of his own; it might be of use depending on the amount of modification that had been done to the ship.

The briefing was short, as were Mister Scott's formalities. Vreenak calmly accepted the PADD and quickly scanned its display as the Lieutenant expounded on the purpose and tactical options. "Very good, Lieutenant." Although the last time they brought along a detachment they all ended up dying during the depressurization of a Dyson Sphere. "Have them meet us in the transporter room. Each member should be equipped with tactical equipment." They were not only boarding a Borg vessel, but one possibly staffed by "crazed" Borg or more of those shells of Borg that were more animal than 'evolved' organic.

<<Tag Scott>>

With Scott now occupied on another matter, Vreenak took a moment to look over at Farooqi. "Lieutenant." So there'd been the slightest inclination to affix the pips himself, but given Scott's forward approach it might be too late; if that were so then at least an acknowledge of the man's accomplish. Just because he was a Romulan didn't mean every accomplishment by any other race was beneath notice.

<<Tag Farooqi>>

Vreenak lingered as Scott spoke to the Captain on another matter until they concluded their conversation. Then he stepped back around toward Barlow on one final matter, "Captain, on the assumption everything goes according to plan," and they didn't wipe themselves, the Sphere, and potentially the solar system from space and time, "and we engage V'Ger, I have made a modification that might disrupt or cripple the enemy vessel given the right opportunity. It can be fired by invoking 'Vreenak Omega 1.'" A short pause before adding a footnote that may or may not be important, "I would advise allied Borg vessels remain out of the line of fire by at least three kilometers." Given he would not be on board to fire the weapon if necessary himself, Barlow was the logical choice to entrust it.

<<Tag Barlow>>

With a slight nod the Commander turned to make his way from the room with PADD in hand. Confirmation of team assignment would be sent to each of those on the list shortly. Barlow's recommendations would suffice given his more intimate knowledge of the Eternity's construction pre-assimilation. Even given sufficient redesign, their skillsets should still prove useful.

<<Tag Reese, Hocevar, Moore, Scott>>

One hour left. He would need to pick up that neural interface and a few small items they might need to connect to the Eternity's systems -- either to shut it down, or to destroy it.
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Re: S02Ep12 The Sons of Eternity

Postby FSF Gabe » Wed Sep 24, 2014 9:29 am

Captain Rick Barlow
Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Hope
Observation Lounge

ON:
Gifts perhaps. Barlow expected that his Romulan First Officer would have an ace. Romulans didn't do anything half measured, nor did they do things without a plan. However, Lieutenant Scott's introduction of a beat up PADD that held data on the Borg Collective cobbled together from Federation databases and a secretive investigation caused the Hope's Captain to raise an eyebrow. There were a slew of questions that ripped across his mind.

]"How much did Owen know? Did he have this information previously? Why share now and not then?"

It was true, the data he briefly thumbed through in the silence between the two seemed to suggest Owen Scott's previous declaration that it didn't contain anything they already didn't know.

[i]"Who is this man that stands before me?"


"Problems with clandestine operations falling under the nose of the Command Staff...," a voice echoed in his mind that was not his but that all too familiar James Maxwell who, as Barlow glanced, stood beside Owen, assimilated death. It was as always with Jim's persona when Rick thought of the former Captain. "..., seems to be a theme with anything Eternity."

There was a difference between this and the stunt pulled so long ago between Colin Byrne and James Maxwell, but it hit too close for comfort that associatively put doubt in Barlow's mind. But he was not as callous as he once was. He would not throw Owen into the brig, would not sever or balk at the value Lieutenant Scott brought to Hope's table, Hope's cause.

"Thank you," Rick stated, "I appreciate your forthwith Lieutenant."

<<Tag Scott>>

"Vreenak," Barlow turned, smiling at the Romulan, the Commander not dropping his demeanor. Rick was reminded of the time they had had a quick lunch, just at their first meeting with one another before Eternity, before all this. It seemed like lifetimes ago and the amount of grow that had transpired had separated them far into their now crucial roles. At the first meeting, Rick had called Vreenak Talla, strived to get on some negotiating terms of something that passed as friendship. But it was damn hard to read Romulans. "Do you care to elaborate on this Omega 1 thing?"

<<Tag Vreenak>>
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