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Re: Mission Five: "Unto the Breach"

Fri Oct 30, 2015 11:09 pm

Overload, Part III
NGC-3814 Nebula
During and after "A little stroll"
Authors: Commander Shras th'Karath (played by Alenis Meru), Commander Timothy Rouse, Locasta of Borg (aka Capt. Kate Banninga), Lt. Sera Williams, Ensign Nikki Barclay (played by Alenis Meru)


Last time, on Star Trek: Portland...

Sera jumped back to the Dark Energy Reactor's main console. She tapped out a few more commands, sequencing the final chain of events that would allow the shuttle crew to return and the Portland to escape unharmed. As she tapped the "Execute" button, the hair on the back of her neck started to stand up with the energy in the room. A few energy discharges sparked across the room, making it appear almost like a early 20th Century tesla coil from Earth.

All Nikki could do was bang on the viewport and sob as the radiation levels in the chamber rose.

And now, the continuation...


Bridge, USS Portland

"Commander Rouse, this is an unacceptable risk," protested Shras. "Leave them behind! They're only a handful of officers, and you're risking the ship and the Dark Energy project for--"

"Shras, shut the hell up!" interrupted Tim, staring up at the screen as the Portland barreled towards the sphere to rescue the shuttles. "Tactical, target that sphere's tractor beams and fire! Helm, bring us between the sphere and the shuttles. Ops, tractor them in, now!"

At the flight control station, Ensign Kat Steel expertly moved the Portland into position. While she didn't know how long a Miranda class would last up against a Borg sphere, she knew a couple shuttles had no chance once the Borg took notice of them, which they quite clearly had. As the sphere's forward tractor beam faltered under the Portland's barrage of phaser fire, Kat used a quick burst of impulse to place the Portland in between the spheres and the shuttles, blocking their shot.

Trading fire with the sphere in an effort to hold them off until the shuttles could be recovered, the Portland's shields were holding -- for now. On the main viewer, Tim could see three cubes closing in, which would make short work of the Portland. And then, without warning, the screen flickered and he was looking at the interior of a Borg cube. A woman was standing in the center of the room, flanked by Borg drones. She was clad in a dark form-fitting suit made of some sort of synthetic material, with fiber optic cables running up and down and across the suit. Her pale face and neck sported a number of cybernetic implants, and, unusually for a Borg, her dark hair remained. Tim immediately recognized her from a personnel file he had reviewed only a couple hours previously.

"Captain Banninga?" he asked.

"I am Locasta of Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile."

"Commander Timothy Rouse of the USS Portland, Starfleet, United Federation of Planets." Tim studied the woman on the screen intently; he knew the horrors that Locutus had visited upon Starfleet, and could only imagine what this Locasta was capable of.

"I know all your tactics, Starfleet." Though Locasta spoke in a emotionless tone, her body language still conveyed a certain amount of anger that someone would dare intrude on her nebula. "All your strategies, all your secrets. And I know that your ship is no match for my cubes. And as soon as this transwarp gate is online--"

"Commnder, the shuttles have been recovered," interrupted a young bridge officer.

"Sorry, Locasta, it's been a pleasure to meet you but I've got to jet." Tim pressed a button on his chair, cutting the video feed. "Shras, now!"

Shras took a deep breath. He gave himself an eight percent chance of surviving what he was about to do, with a 29% chance that it wouldn't work and he would be killed or assimilated, and a 63% chance that the dark energy reactor would overload and kill them all. The ensuing explosion would probably tear a hole in subspace and cause some sort of singularity. If he wasn't so close to ground zero, Shras would be excited about the opportunity to observe a dark energy explosion. It would greatly benefit his research.

He closed his eyes and pressed his hand against the glowing red toucshcreen. This was it.

*****************************

1.6 light years away...

Bridge, USS Portland.

Catching his breath as consoles exploded all around him, Tim stood up from the floor of the bridge from which he was thrown. "Status!" he called out.

Kat Steel climbed back up into her chair and felt her head. There was a gash there, from where her head smashed into the console on the way down towards the floor. But that wasn't what mattered right now; what mattered was their position. Looking down at the navigational readings on her console, she could hardly believe it. "Captain, we're one point six light-years from our last know position. We're out of the nebula."

"I'm reading fried EPS conduits on all decks, hull breach on deck 4, structural integrity holding," called out Duvall on ops. "Casualty reports coming in, nothing serious yet, sir."

Shras stared down at the readings from the dark energy reactor. It was as he feared. "Cascading overload in the dark energy reactor. Containment failure in ten seconds." He shook his head. The idiocy of the crew of the Portland had finally gotten him killed. "It was nice knowing you, commander."

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Engineering, USS Portland

The Dark Energy Reactor looked as though it were going to burst. The energy arcs were getting worse and the sound of popcorn popping rang through the chamber as subspace holes were created and dissolved. Sera immediately ran to the main console. If she didn't do something, the ship would be lost. There was really only one option that would keep the ship together.

The Chief Engineer tapped commands on the console. The Computer voice chimed a warning over the comm system, "Warning: Degaussing the reactor while it is occupied is not allowed, it can create an unsafe environment." Sera responded, "Override safety protocals and execute. Authorization, Williams-One-Alpha-One."

With a beep of affirmation, the Portland created a lighting storm in the space around it. The backed-up energy created a feedback arc that created an arc that began at the Dark Energy Reactor and struck Sera, throwing her into the partition wall. A few moments later, the computer gave the all clear and unlocked the chamber. Sera laid, crumpled against the wall, burns covering where the discharge bolt had struck.

"Noooooo!" Nikki saw the whole thing, banging on the viewport the entire time and begging Sera to come out. The instant the door unlocked, she was rushing in to save her friend. "Omigod, Sera, are you okay?" she asked, bending down and trying to wake her, to no avial. So, she tapped her comm badge and shrieked an order for the computer to beam the two of them directly to sickbay.

Good grief what was going on? Arcs of energy. Explosions. Traded weapons fire. Not to mention engineering casualties. With a few words uttered by the frantic ensign and a brief flash of energy Ron was now the only person in engineering with even the slightest chance of getting a handle on the quickly escalating situation. And he didn't even know anyone's name!

“You people,” he shouted as he pointed at the crewmen in the strange uniforms that had worked on the project on the other side of the wall. “Get back in there and assess the damage! You'll know what to look for better than the rest of us.” He then turned to the rest of the yellow shirts in the room. “The rest of you goons help me button down this disaster of a section.” He began tapping away at the main engineering console once more, assessing the damage with a focused look and a frown on his face. It didn't look good.

To be continued...
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Re: Mission Five: "Unto the Breach"

Fri Oct 30, 2015 11:13 pm

Overload, Part IV
NGC-3814 Nebula
During and after "A little stroll"
Authors: Lt. Brad Silverton, Ensign Nikki Barclay (played by Alenis Meru), Lt. (JG) Sera Williams, PO2 Maria Hill (played by Alenis Meru), Cmdr. Timothy Rouse, Capt. Alenis Meru


Last time, on Star Trek: Portland...

"Noooooo!" Nikki saw the whole thing, banging on the viewport the entire time and begging Sera to come out. The instant the door unlocked, she was rushing in to save her friend. "Omigod, Sera, are you okay?" she asked, bending down and trying to wake her, to no avial. So, she tapped her comm badge and shrieked an order for the computer to beam the two of them directly to sickbay.

Good grief what was going on? Arcs of energy. Explosions. Traded weapons fire. Not to mention engineering casualties. With a few words uttered by the frantic ensign and a brief flash of energy Ron was now the only person in engineering with even the slightest chance of getting a handle on the quickly escalating situation. And he didn't even know anyone's name!

“You people,” he shouted as he pointed at the crewmen in the strange uniforms that had worked on the project on the other side of the wall. “Get back in there and assess the damage! You'll know what to look for better than the rest of us.” He then turned to the rest of the yellow shirts in the room. “The rest of you goons help me button down this disaster of a section.” He began tapping away at the main engineering console once more, assessing the damage with a focused look and a frown on his face. It didn't look good.

And now, the continuation...


In the Portland's sickbay, Brad was giving direction to his staff. There should only be some light injuries with the Dark Matter jump having gone as planned, and they were probably out of the worst of it.

In seeming mockery to the doctor's statements, a blue transporter field phased into existence in the middle of sickbay bringing Nikki and Sera with it.

"Doctor!" shouted Nikki, looking up from her friend, tears in her eyes. With singed hair and burn marks on her uniform, Sera was badly burnt. And the radiation... who knew what that was doing to her internals? "Omigod, doctor, please, help Sera," bawled Nikki. As she held her friend's head, she could feel a wetness on her hand. "Doctor," she said, pulling her hand away. "I..."

At the sight of Sera's blood on her hand, Nikki fainted beside her friend.

Brad rushed to Sera's side. "Nikii what hap..." A soft thud arose from beside the doctor as Nikki slumped over.

Brad hollered out, "Maria I need you now!" He lifted Sera up and placed her on the emergency biobed. As he pulled his right arm out from under her head, he was left with a sizeable and concerning blood smear on his sleeve. Not a good sign at all.

As Brad examined Sera, the question of what happened soon became clear. Dark Energy radiation had flooded and saturated her entire body, and the electrical burn wound on her head clearly indicated the point of entry. The risk of permanent brain damage was high but he couldn't think about that now. He had to get her stabilized.

"Doctor, what do you need?" asked Maria, wheeling over a medcart by his side, loaded with autosutures, bone knitters, vascular regenerators, and every sort of advanced gadget that one might need to treat a trauma patient. She stepped around Nikki; she had clearly just fainted and would probably come to in a few minutes.

"I'm not getting any vitals. We need to revive and stabilize her. Get the cortical stimulator ready..."

Minutes passed, and Sera was in critical but stable condition. She would live. What type of life that would be was still unknown to Brad. Dark Energy was such a new and untested technology there was no telling how much damage there had been done. Hell, he had just been educated by his very patient on the basics just the other day. She could be fine, or her body tissue and organs could be irreversibly liquefying.

Both Brad and Sera seemed to be in luck to find the half-life of Dark Energy was quite short. Most of the radiation had already dissipated. What the long term effects would be was anyone's guess. Brad begun more intensive longer running tests that would take hours to get results. Thankfully there was no immediate dissolving of her body but the damage could still be minute and limited to her DNA.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers in frustration.

"Computer transfer testing procedures to my office terminal. This is going to be awhile I might as well settle in." He then retired to his back office and got back to work.

Sera's eyes shot open. They revealing an almost turquoise green as opposed to her regular emerald eyes, only noticeable to those who would know her well enough to notice. The devices reading her vitals began sounding alarms as all of them showed a patient in severe distress. In a panicked voice, she called, "Where am I?" Sera then began to fight to get up. Then increasing in volume, she added," Let me go! I need to get out of here!"

Standard Starfleet protocol dictates that for unconscious patients with unknown conditions and unknown side effects to be held within a restrainment field, for theirs and others protection. It was for precisely the current situation in the Portland's sickbay that that protocol was created for.
Brad came running out of his office as soon as he heard Sera awake. "Sera its ok. You're safe. You're in sickbay", Brad said as he arrived by her side at the biobed.

Hearing Sera's cries, Maria stepped away from Nikki, who was coming to, and to Brad's side. On the way, she grabbed a couple hyposprays; analgesics and sedatives, in case the doctor needed them to dull the pain or calm the patient, but as she came to Brad's side, she felt herself pushed away.

"Sera, omigod, I was so worried about you!" exclaimed Nikki, who had darted over to her friend. "You... you saved the ship."

Sera gave Nikki a look that neither confirmed or denied that she understood what she was hearing. Williams could momentarily feel her friend's relief. Her relief, a deep down fear that the doctor's germ collection was attempting to escape from their confinement and make her sick, and the emotions that had made the Engineer faint in the first place. With that, Sera fell back into unconsciousness.

"Well." Brad said surprised, and to no one in particular. "That was unusual." Turning to Maria he said, "If she comes to again in an agitated state put her back under. I don't want anything to complicate her state until the tests are done, and we know her condition."
Brad retired back to his office to continue researching Sera's condition.

*****************************

Bridge, USS Portland

With only a second to go until he was vapourized in an explosion, his remains being spread through multiple dimensions, Shras closed his eyes and prepared as best he could for oblivion. It was truly tragic, the loss of a mind as great as his. If only he had more time to perfect his inventions...

But instead of the afterlife, when he opened them he was still on the bridge of the Portland. Either he somehow survived, or he had perished along with the Portland crew and was condemned to his own private hell -- being trapped on the Portland for all eternity.

"Status!" called out Tim, hearing the klaxons beginning to subside.

=^= “Serious but stable condition, sir! Taking care of it now,” =^= shouted the de facto chief engineer over the comm before it quickly shut back off.

It was at that moment that Alenis, panting heavily, arrived on the bridge. Her uniform was ragged, she had a bruise on her forehead, and she was covered in sweat, but she was here. Looking up at the viewscreen, she could see the nebula off in the distance. "Mister Rouse..."

"Captain," started Tim, vacating the center chair, "we used the dark energy reactor for some sort of subspace jump. I don't fully understand it, but we're safe, 1.6 light years away from the nebula. Damage and casualty reports are coming in, but it doesn't look like anything too serious--"

"Sir, Ma'am," called out Duvall, "we have one casualty. Lieutenant Williams is in sickbay, suffering from severe radiation poisoning."

Alenis looked up at Tim, pain in her eyes. Seeing your crew come to harm in the line of duty was never easy. But Sera... she was too young, and her career was too promising. Less than a year out of the academy, she had been made Chief Engineer and was by all accounts an excellent officer. And, on a personal level, Sera was one of the ones who in the alternate future risked everything trying to save her.

Alenis swallowed the lump in her throat. "Tim, take us out of here. I..." She paused for a moment, thinking of Sera lying in sickbay. Radiation poisoning was one of the worst ways to die, especially for someone so young. "I need to give Admiral Washington a call."
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Re: Mission Five: "Unto the Breach"

Wed Nov 18, 2015 1:42 am

[To be continued...]
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