**SD: 90320.2009** **Scene: Bridge** The yellow light of the sun shone brightly through the viewer; it was componsating for the intensity of the light but it had a difficult struggle on it's hands. Harrison had piloted the BANGALORE straight into the centre of the star and right now he was busy concentrating on getting all the way through without hitting the more intense sections of gas explosions. It was half a minute before the BANGALORE emerged on the otherside of the sun, it accelerated away slowly; the rate of acceleration increasing gradually as they put more distance between them and the sun. "Engineering, what is the sensor status?" Alyza said calmly downt he comm link. [It will be one minute before we can get a slight picture.] Harrison heard the report and cursed, as did the tactical officer. "Aft view." Ordered Harrison. The viewer switched to show the sun filling the majority of the screen, as the viewer adjusted to the light several sillouettes of vessels could be seen in the distance. Then a bright green speck started approaching the BANGALORE at high speed. "Incoming." Reported the tactical officer looking up from his console, confirming what was already known. "Brace for impact." Alyza said, moments later the ship rocked, the torpedo had exploded just behind the BANGALORE. "We were just out of range, but I think they are gaining." The tactical officer said. [Sensors are back online.] Elliot reported from engineering. "Commander, we have four Dergrad vessels still in pursuit." The TAC officer put the display that was infront of him on the main viewer. "Can we go to warp?" "Yes, but the chances are they WILL catch up to us. The previous encounter of the ARDENT indicated torpedoes that could knock us out of warp." As Harrison listened to this exchange and looked at the tactical display he formulated a plan, he turned to let his idea be known. "Recommend we fire a full spread of torpedos - GAMMA-9-BETA pattern." He watched as both Alyza and the TAC officer thought about this. "He's right, that would have maximum effect on the vessels in pursuit." "Very well." Said Alyza. "Load torpedoes and fire." "Aye sir." The TAC officer lowered his head to enter the pattern. The display showed the Dergrad vessels in pursuit. "Firing." He announced as seven red projectiles came into view on screen, they spread out and started accelerating towards the Dergrad vessels. They obviously were baffled by the format of the torpedoes - so random. They began evasive maneuvors that had no chance of saving them. Three of the torpedoes plowed into the lead ship, it exploded instantly, the others hit another two vessels weakening their shields as they hit the debris of the destroyed vessel. They were disabled. "One vessel destroyed, three disabled, the remaining ship is halting it's pursuit." TAC reported. "Bring us about and lock phasers on the remaining vessel." Alyza ordered. Harrison and the TAC officer complied, the BANGALORE swung around quickly to face the remaining vessel standing guard over it's fallen comrades. "Prepare to drop shields on my command and beam the command crew of each ship directly to the brig." Harrison half smiled at that order, interesting that a Vulcan would take such a direct approach to the current situation. "Phaser's in range." "Fire!" Alyza said, a commanding tone in her voice. Beams of orangy- red light lanced out from the BANGALORE's phaser banks striking the mildly depleted shields of the Dergrad vessel, soon the shields were reduced to nothing. "Drop shields and energise. Harrison, lay in a course for DS 101, maximum warp." "Command crews are onboard." TAC reported after a few seconds. "Engage!" Harrison did so before turning to the LtCmdr. "Question is; How did the rebels get such heavily armed vessels?" "That's what we are going to find out. Harrison, you have the CONN." "Aye sir." Harrison moved to the command chair that Alyza vacated, heading for the BANGALORE's brig. Submitted by Phil Long Capt.Graeme Philip Ruane Commanding Officer Deep Space 101, Amgine Sector Cocoon Fleet <**NRPG**> BANGA: Please feel free to backpost to the battle. Right now we are heading home with the command crew of three Dergrad warships. Won't the rebels want them back?I've always wanted to use a SAMURAI-Class ship for what it's intended for - at last I've had a chance to use it's 'kidnap' abilities. -Cheers, Pinky. SD 90320 SB Omega Communications Center "What do you mean you can't make a connection? This conversation was carefully arranged. Mr. Ip is expecting my transmission." Thyra pulled her cloak tightly around her body. "Blasted Federation climate control. Who made their temperature requirements the standard for the sector.:" The nervous ensign at the console tapped a few more times on the keys, "I can put you through to DS101 operations, maybe they can help?" The woman tried a faint smile, hoping the tall woman in front of her was more human than Klingon when it same to dealing with inconvenience. She'd seen what a good Klingon fist could do to a delicate piece of equipment." "Do it!" Thyra waited. Finally the screen facing her displayed another nervous looking ensign. "Kyrassian here, I've been contracted to do the work for the subspace relay system. The commander of the ship I arranged to have start the work was supposed to be awaiting my transmission. There will be serious delays in the production schedule if I do not contact him, Carbo, Ip'sc Carbo is the name he uses." The ensign frowned and gestured to someone out of sight, then turned his attention back to Thyra. "I'm sorry I can't provide you with any information about the location of Mr. Carbo at this time." "What the . . .?" The Omega communications officer gave a sigh of relief as the crimson robed woman exploded through the door ****** Golden Orb SB Omega Fehrarh considered making a hasty exit when she saw Thyra storm into the bar unfortunately the woman was at her table before she had the chance. "Your precious Federation wants these relays laid, but they can't locate the man I have contracted to start the job. What kind of operation are you running." Aleta almost laughed then pointed to the single pip on her collar, "I think you have the wrong woman. You might try Gaia Incognita in you want the Admiral." "Does the Admiral keep a list of civilian transport ships available for hire?" "Probably, and with the smugglers carefully underlined in red too, but she wouldn't be likely to share it with you." "Well, it's not a smuggler I want, just someone to transport me to DS101. All the company ships are in service. I can't disrupt projects all over the Cocoon to look for one employee." "Try Kennedy. He has a ship and it's scheduled to leave for the base day after next." ******** Later ". . . and how much will you charge to move your departure up say to tomorrow morning?" Thyra Kyrassian Contractor NRPG: Hi Phil, thought with Ip missing that Thyra might come to the base to check on progress. Rob Alpizar plays the freighter commander. He'll be making regular runs between the bases with interesting goods. Rob. . . how much are you going to charge? (NRPG: I am not sure that this was printed to all the crew so I am repeating the first part of this scene as written on stardate 90317-2330 but redating it for a proper arrival to DS-101. I hope this will be a good beginning to my career as a Starfleet officer." Stardate 90319 scene: Shuttle from SB Omega to DS101 On Board: Ens. Michael McLeary, (NPC's) Grodak, and the Bajoran pilot. Six hours had passed since the shuttle left Star Base Omega and hardly a word had been spoken between the three aboard. The pilot, a hard looking Bajoran, made very little conversation. He was all business. Mick wasn't sure how long the trip would take but was told it could take a long time if they had to keep out of the way of Vurtedion/Dergrad border. There seems to be some kind of conflict here and this shuttle had very little protection. The other passenger was a Vulcan named Grodak. That was about all he could get out of him. He was very secretive about why he was going to DS101. He had said that he studied the Kohlinar for the past three years and was now traveling to the far reaches of space to experience the inner aura of the galaxy. Frankly, Mick didn't believe a word of it but figured there would be nothing gained by antagonizing his traveling companion. "History and archaeology have always intrigued me", Mick continued the - almost - one way conversation. "Take that of Vulcan. From its earliest beginnings of struggle came a peace of will and mind that has stood the test of time." Grodak lifted one eyebrow showing the slightest interest. "You know o f these things?" He pondered. "I have read some of the teaching of Surak, though for the life of me, I do not understand them. It would seem to me that to control all emotion would be just a harmful as to not control oneself at all." Mick was tugging at the mind of the quiet Vulcan. He just had to get some conversation going to while away this long and boring trip. It occurred to him that he knew little to nothing about this area of space, or that of DS101. He was to be an Archaeological Specialist. But what was he to study. He had no luck searching the SB Omega files or archives on SB101 and the surrounding systems. He knew of only two races out here, the Vurtedions and the Dergrad. There seems to be some kind of fight between them and the Federation is somewhere in the middle. "It was the time of the Awakening and his teachings led to the civilization we now have on Vulcan." Grodak continued. Mick realized he had opened the conversation and wasn't paying attention. He put his thoughts aside and continued the conversation about Vulcan history. NRPG The above was my first message to Capt.Graeme Ruane. Since that time I have received a response and have done some study as well as read recent submissions. I am assuming that I really would not know what is going on so I should not make comment on scenes that do not effect me unless I can mold them into my story. {If you are wondering, I was allowed to by-pass Omega Base training due to some difficulties and an understanding that I seemed to know what I was doing. Please advise if I go over the line.} Stardate 90319 Scene: Shuttle from SB Omega to DS101-Later during the trip. Two more house had passed and the conversation finally drew to a close. Grodak moved to the rear of the shuttle and began to meditate. Mick moved up to the co-pilot seat and look out. Warp three had turned the sky into a tunnel of white lines as stars passed by. Black and beautiful, that's what space is. Then as you close up on a planet, sun, or phenomenon, the vastness of it almost chokes you up. "How much longer?", Mick addressed the pilot. "Will be at least three more hours, sir. Just got a report that there has been some trouble on the station and that something is going on beyond." "What?" Mick asked expectantly. "Nothing special stated, I was told to take the Gamma vector into the station which will take be out and bring me back on the side of the Nebula.?" "Nebula? What Nebula?" Just some big area beyond 101 that has not been studied. I don't know anything about it other than some have gone in but no-one has come out. By the way, I have been able to access those station files you have been requesting. You can use the console at the navigators station." Finished the pilot with the tone of 'don't bother me anymore human'. Mick moved over to the console. "Computer!" The traditional double beep of the computer heightened Mick's excitement. Finally, something about his new station. "Give me all data on DS101, the Vurtedion/Dergrad conflict, and a full personnel roster of the station." As the screens passed by he began to see that this was not going to be as dull as he had first imagined. He would make his father and the generations of McLearys proud. Submitted: J. Charles Stotz Esn. Michael McLeary Enroute to DS101 Stardate 90320-0645 scene: Shuttle from SB Omega to DS101 On Board: Ens. Michael McLeary, (NPC's) Grodak, and the Bajoran pilot. "Sir" spoke the pilot. Mick had slept for four hours though he felt that he had not slept at all. "Yes" "We will be in site of DS101 in fifteen minutes, sir." At last. Mick got up took a look around seeing Grodak still in the back. He had not known many Vulcans so he didn't know if he was sleeping or still meditating. He went forward and looked out the port. "What the hell is that!" Mick exclaimed. "That's it - The Nebula." replied the pilot. "It's huge, and so near." Mick stated excitedly. "No sir, not close at all, it is just huge. I am not sure how many light years it is away." he continued as he nudged the shuttle slightly to the right. He then pressed a few panel lights and the streaks of white began to take focus. Dropping from warp was fast and always unique. The streaks became stars, little dots in a pure blackened sky. Thousands of them. Mick's attention was drawn towards the left of the port. There it was just in the distance, in the black, just a dot at first, a growing dot of light, bigger than the stars but still like them. It began to take form as it grew. Nothing like anything Mick had ever seen. Alien, but not. Greenish/gray metal, but - well, almost welcoming. Two great pods stretched out as if greeting him. Tiny lights all over the thing. "DS101, This is D-warp Shuttle 378X07OBC from Omega Base Center requesting docking instructions." ["This is DS101 Station - What is your cargo?"] "Two passengers from Omega Base. Ensign Michael McLeary - Starfleet - Reporting to this station and Mr. Grodak - Civilian Vulcan - on special pass OB3560 signed by a Col. A. Curian." The pilot clicked off, turned to Mick and said "Must be some problems around here, I have never been asked to id my passengers. I hope you are not stepping into very messy for your first assignment." Mick thought the same. What was going on here. He took another look out at the station that now filled the portal. Shuttles and work robots all around the place. Welding, repairing, everything scurrying from here to there. A galaxy class cruiser and lots of freighters and ships. Very busy place this station for being so far out. There is much more to learn here than what was in the files. ["You are cleared to docking bay 1 - airlock 3. Pilot will report to transport office and passengers to the airlock check in desk"] The pilot skillfully turned the shuttle in towards the station. It loomed over them like a great monster soon the engulf this small morsel. Grodak came forward and spoke. "Ensign, I wish you success in this first assignment and I hope we have the opportunity to discuss history and archaeology again." "Yes, I will look forward to that." Mick replied "Live long and prosper." Grodak finished holding his hand up in the traditional Vulcan way. "Yes, er, and you also." A few minutes later: Docking completed, all disembarked the shuttle with the pilot going off into the bay and Mick and Grodak heading through the airlock doors into the station. At the far end of the hallway was a desk with a young female human Yeoman standing aside it. "Papers!" she demanded Grodek handed over his, she reviewed them then pointed in a direction down the hall. "Ensign?" slightly more respectful but still very business like. She was very good looking. Reddish blond hair and blue green eyes. Nice shape in the uniform. Mick was happy that this was the first station personnel he met. His expectations were far different. Maybe something like an armed encampment. "Sir, you will deliver these papers to the station commanders secretary on Deck 1. You are on Deck 16. The turbo lift is to your left. Thank you sir." She handed back Mick's papers and pointed towards the turbo. He was in. Submitted: J. Charles Stotz Esn. Michael McLeary Arrived at DS101 NRPG Phil To save some time I am submitting below the "papers" which include my original orders and bio. I would like you to begin to give me some direction. Possibly some kind of interview and assignment to an area where I can begin to interact with others. I am still not sure that anyone is getting my newsgroup postings. If anyone does see them in the group please let me know. I see them but who knows. I am working on this problem but it will not be resolved until after may. Stardate 90324 scene: Turbolift - DS101 enroute to Deck 1 and CO office Leaving the Yeoman behind, Mick headed for the turbolift. He was not going to wait around. "Deck 1" he almost shouted. It wasn't a traditional smooth hum that he expected to hear as with the turbos he was used to. It was a bit frightening in fact. It was more a werrrrrrr, and the pitch changed as did the speed. This was an alien thing for sure. I was bigger than a standard turbo. Maybe they were still fixing things on this station. Finally, thankfully, the door opened and he looked out on the bridge area of the station. Though the area was shaped more like an octagonal rather than traditional Federation round, most of what he saw was familiar. The center had the usual tactical/operational section manned by a lieutenant. Three stations were to be found in three of the other eight cubicles. Mick assumed that one was for science, one for communications, and the third for engineering. Three portals and one walled area completed the octagon. He assumed that one of the portals led to the Commander's office. He noticed a Security Officer sitting at a desk adjacent to one of the portals. No better place to start he thought. As Mick approached the SO looked up, stood up, and came to a loose attention. Mick was always surprised when someone would stand up, especially for an Ensign. He was too fresh out of Starfleet Academy and not used to this kind of respect. Must be some sort of military protocol here. "Sir." he acknowledged. "Yes, I have just arrived from Omega Base and am reporting to the Commander." "Ensign McLeary, right sir?" "Why, yes". Mick responded surprised. "My first assignment was with your brother on the Christopher Pike, back in 98. Good officer Sir." "Thank you, and what's your name?" "Security Officer Benson, Sir" "Fine Benson - we will have to spend some time together, It is good to have someone who knows your family out here." Mick was beginning to feel relaxed. "Yes sir, it is. Now what can I do for you?" Mick handed him his papers and while Benson read over them he looked around. "Looks like you had some trouble" Pointing to the burn marks and smudges around the CO's door. "Yes sir, had an attempt on Commander Ruane's life yesterday." "Really, how is he?" "I think he broke his arm but otherwise he is ok." Benson handed back the papers. "The Commander is not in now but I am sure he will see you as soon as possible. Until then I will assign you to quarters. Here is a schedule of meals and a map of the facility. It is not very clear but if you ask others they will direct you." He took a moment and reviewed the console then spoke " Your quarters are on Deck 3, the Officers mess is on the same Deck as well as a small library. I will inform the Commander that you await orders." He snapped to attention slightly more smartly than when Mick first came in. Mick took the paperwork and directions turned and went back to the lift. Submittend: Ensign Michael McLeary by Chuck Stotz windy1@ldd.net NRPG: Phil-Took some liberty with the bridge command area. Did not find any description so I created one. If I am out line please let me know. Also, am not sure of ranks below Petty Officer. Could not find anything in the holoworld manual or in DS101 stuff. I found that we have about 40 NPC security officers so I assumed one would be guarding your office. SCENE: The Mall (A while ago) SD: 90324.1128 After issuing his offer, Z'Dark dropped Ip'sc in a heap in the abandoned corridor. Using the darkness of the hallway for cover, the big Kzin stealthily disappeared from view. Ip'sc remained on the floor for a few minutes, trying to determine what had just happened in the last 30 seconds. Obviously, his assumption about Kzin eye sight had been wrong. Z'Dark's vision must be extraordinary for him to pick out the tiny human across the corridors of the mall. 'Must be another species that's blind,' concluded Ip'sc. Finally, the human propped himself up and started back to the main section of the space station. Absent-mindedly, Ip'sc started thinking of the easiest way to let his "partner," Dr. M'Beya, know of his sleuthing failure. M'Beya would undoubtedly be upset and disappointed. However, Ip'sc's half truth about the needed equipment for _Revenge_ had prevented Z'Dark from finding out what they were really up to--it was a small consolation. He was certain, however, that Z'Dark knew that there was more going on than Ip'sc admitted. Ip'sc turned the corner leading into the last corridor before the main passageways of the mall. This one, too, was dark and deserted. Shortly before arriving at his goal, he heard the unmistakable sound of a phaser discharge. It was the last sound he heard before the darkness closed around him. *************************** Scene: Unknown The pain in his head slowly beckoned Ip'sc back to consciousness. It was an unpleasant sensation--one that he had experienced only a handful of times before. He hoped he would not experience it too many times more in the future. Slowly, Ip'sc opened his eyes, careful not to move his head. A vague memory reminded him that any movement would be rewarded with an invisible smack in the head to accompany the pounding that was already taking place. The room was dark, and Ip'sc was still disoriented, so he could not tell where he was. In fact, he could not clearly remember what had happened after Z'Dark had left him in the corridor. The next step was to orient himself. Ip'sc tried to grab his head with his hands. That turned out to be a mistake as well. For a split second, he found that he could not feel his fingers or hands. A fraction of a second later, a sharp, stinging pain ran through both arms, from his fingertips to the sockets in his shoulders, as he tried to move his hands. That's when he realized that his hands and arms were bound behind his back. The numbness and dull pain running down his arms confirmed his suspicions. Too quickly, Ip'sc tried to look around. It turned out to be yet another mistake. Besides the expected protest from his throbbing head, his neck, stiff from hanging down over his chest while he was unconscious, screamed in protest at the sudden movement. As he tried to ease the pains by temporarily suspending all movement, Ip'sc gradually became acclimated to the darkness in the room. It wasn't completely dark, after all. A dim light peered around the corner of the room, evidently leading to a hallway or some kind of passage. A slight vibration from the floor prompted Ip'sc to check his feet. They, too, were immobile. With the pain from his neck slowly easing, and the disorientation quickly fading, Ip'sc discovered he was tied to a chair. The vibration appeared to be coming from a ship's warp core, but he couldn't be sure--it might be the station's power system. Trying not to panic, Ip'sc tried to remember how he got into this predicament. He remembered making his way back to the mall, trying to come up with a story that would appease M'Beya. Then he remembered the sound of the phaser. He had been kidnapped. The disorientation was quickly being transformed into panic. Ip'sc had never been comfortable in confined spaces. He wasn't quite claustrophobic, but he had had too many experiences as an intern at Tukan to be comfortable when confined. Panic continued to win the battle as Ip'sc remembered one instance in particular. ************* Two prisoners in his barracks had managed to escape. Everyone in the barracks, including Ip'sc, had helped the two make their getaway. Gul Vikel had been particularly upset--this was his first escape since taking over the camp. As a result, all the residents in the barracks were punished; Vikel was determined to find out how they got out and who had helped them. At first, the standard beatings had been unsuccessful. The Bajorans and Ip'sc had built up too much resistance to them in the previous years of continuous beatings. This only served to infuriate Vikel even further. Finally, Vikel ordered the remaining residents into a storage shed. There, they were bound hand and foot and left for three days. Ip'sc recalled how tightly they were tied. The ropes had cut their flesh, and many of the prisoners had developed severe infections Four people eventually had to have several limbs amputated because of the infections and gangrene. It took almost three weeks for the nerves in Ip'sc's body to recover from the abuse, once they had been released. When that failed to net any results, Vikel had his guards pick out the two eldest of the barracks' residents. They were slowly tortured to death in front of their bunkmates. The next two victims fared a little better; their deaths were quick. Vikel had them suspended from the ceiling of the shed, then their carotid arteries were cut. The blood gushing from their still-pumping hearts splashed the 24 remaining prisoners in the shed. Ip'sc, only about seven years old at the time, had been particularly affected by this. As he lay in the blood of his former bunkmates, Ip'sc broke down and tried to confess. But by this time, Vikel had lost interest in the fate of the two escapees. He found it more satisfying to listen to the cries and pleas of Ip'sc and a few of the other Bajorans as they lay covered in blood. For three more days and nights, Ip'sc and his mates remained bound, lying in and coated with the blood of the two victims, still slowly swinging, lifeless, above their heads. ***************** Mercifully, Ip'sc was saved from the panic and reliving of the old memory. An alien had entered the room and was standing above Ip'sc, wearing something that resembled a sneer. He appeared to be a Dergrad, but Ip'sc wasn't quite sure. "So, human, you're awake." The Dergrad walked behind Ip'sc and pressed the human's thumb into a PADD. "Now we wait," continued the kidnapper, as he walked away from Ip'sc. "Wait for what," the captive asked. The Dergrad stopped and considered the tiny human. "We wait for the outcome. If it goes well for us, you will die easily. If it goes badly, it will be a long death." That was enough information Ip'sc wanted to get out of his captor. The Dergrad walked out of the room, leaving Ip'sc to his memories of Tukan and the inevitable fear and panic at his present predicament. *************************** Scene: Console Room Capt. Ruane looked up at the indicator on his terminal. Another incoming, urgent message. It all seemed to come in waves, he thought. Times of relative calm, to be replaced by times like this, when everything seemed to be going wrong at once. "What now," sighed Ruane aloud as he retrieved his message. <<<<<<<<<< INCOMING TRANSMISSION >>>>>>>>>>> From: Ip'sc Carbo To: Capt. Graeme Ruane Subj: I am a hostage Capt. Ruane, We are holding your employee, Ip'sc, hostage. This is to ensure that our demands are met. We are aware of the recent attack on you by the Vurtedions. This should prove to you that our holy war against the demons is just. All we ask is that you and Starfleet recognize our position and support us against our enemies. We do not require your help in our holy war, just your cooperation to not interfere in our business. If you agree, Ip'sc will be returned to you unharmed. If you, Starfleet and the Federation continue to obstruct our holy efforts, he will die, horribly. Many more will follow. The choice is yours. But you must act quickly. <<<<<<< END OF TRANSMISSION >>>>>>>> NRPG: Hi guys, sorry I've been away for so long. I've been really busy at work the past few weeks. Plus, our company is moving down four floors this weekend, and I've been having trouble with my machines and mail. I haven't been able to get through everything that's come in so far, but everything should be back up and running normally by next week. My internet connection over the weekend will be down, so if you get bounced mail from me, don't worry about it--try again Monday. Thanks for your patience. It's actually Monday now. Everything looks like it's working again after our move. I should be able to go back through all the posts and mail from the last couple of weeks and get caught up again. Bogdan: Sorry for dropping the ball. When everything gets settled down here again, let's see if we can get something going again. Phil: Sorry about the absence. Hopefully Armin was able to get the word out to you. I couldn't find your e-mail address(es) while my accounts were messed up. Armin: If you got my message, thanks for relaying it. Respectfully Submitted, Ipsc Carbo Civilian DS101 hiha@tfs.com
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