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Re: Mission Six: "Unto the Breach, Part II"

Sun Jan 17, 2016 11:06 pm

Meeting the Chief
Security Offices
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Authors: Ash Sullivan and Tolaran Kian

After his initial meeting with Captain Alenis, Ash had made his way to his quarters and dropped off his belongings before heading to the ship's security officers to meet his new department head. Now that his transfer orders had been signed and he had access to the Portland's computer he quickly skimmed the Chief Security Officer's file to get an idea of the officer he would be working under for the foreseeable future. After walking for about 15 minutes and getting lost twice, a feat he hadn't thought possible on a ship this size, he entered the security office and looked around for the Trill Officer in charge.

Tolaran looked up, to see a rather bewildering looking Ensign walk into his office, his file had already come across his desk and a wry smile crossed his lips "Ensign Sullivan... welcome to the Portland, please take a seat" he said gesturing towards one of the empty chairs opposite him. "My name is Lieutenant Kian, it's nice to meet you, your file has already been sent to me."

Ash sat down in the seat but kept his posture upright and formal. "Nice to meet you too Lieutenant. Since I'm assuming you've read my file you know I'm a weapons specialist. But according to my transfer orders I'm also to become your assistant chief, is that correct?" Ash asked with just a hint of trepidation in his voice. He wouldn't admit it to any of his superiors but he didn't really have much interest in leadership.

Tolaran looked straight at the Ensign "You can relax Ensign, I'm not going to bite you know. Yes, in short you have been assigned as my assistant, as the tactical position is split on the Portland and covered by Lieutenant Reynolds it gives us a lot more time to spend on other matters. Your expertise in weapons will be well utilized and one of the reasons your here. The main job you'll have initially is to help run training sessions and help me manage the duty roster as well as cover for me when I am otherwise occupied, also when we need additional security teams on away missions, you'll lead a second squad... is that a problem for you Ensign Sullivan?"

The thought of having to manage duty rosters reminded Ash of why he avoided command training but he didn't let his discomfort show. "Not a problem at all sir." He said relaxing his posture a little. "I've already spoken to the captain regarding the Portland's upcoming venture. What exactly will my role be during the attack on the Borg?"

"You will lead a secondary team if needed for any incursions, otherwise you'll be here to make sure everything goes smoothly with the defence of the Portland if I'm off ship or otherwise unable to fulfill my duties as the Chief of Security. I'm sorry, I know it's not the ideal position or what you were expecting for this assignment and I wish it was something not so life threatening but unfortunately we are in these circumstances and we have to deal with them as officers." Tolaran let out a loose smile and spread his hands, the gesture with almost a quick shrug of the shoulders as if to say 'ah well' and then he picked up another PADD and handed it over to the Ensign. "These are the current rosters and logs of what's been going on, take a look over and see if you have any ideas for improvement."

"Certainly." Ash said as he took the PADD from Tolaran. "I think I'll probably need to get to know the other officers in the department a little better before I have any suggestions for changes to this but I'll look over it." He explained. He then thought about what the Chief had said about their current mission, "To tell you the truth, and this may sound strange given the assignment ahead of us, but I can't help but feel a little excited at the thought of going up against the Borg. Or maybe excited isn't the right word... It's a little like that feeling you get right before you go skydiving, if you've ever done it before. A mixture of fear and excitement I guess."

Tolarans immediate thought was one that was very different to the Ensigns, however not long ago he'd been taking on a space walk and planting bombs whilst fighting of a Borg and in his mind anyway, saving Arthur Reynolds butt from one... but he had to admit before going on that walk he'd felt the same way and that made him sigh a little "I know what you mean Ensign... let me tell you, bravado aside... it's terrifying when you see your first Borg, despite all the training you can't prepare for it. They just seem to appear, their grey skin so unnatural and the blank stare because there is no anger, no aggression or compassion. All they want to do is add you to their collective and for that split second you'll be stuck in place but then that passes and you just react, that is when the training does kick in and I have no doubt in that moment you will be fine Ensign, otherwise you wouldn't be here on this ship with this assignment. I don't mean to scare you, and hopefully it won't but shoot the bloody hell out of those things." Tolaran ended with a smile, maybe it was his own fear, his own trepidation taking over with the mission ahead, they had been to the Borg facility but now they were leading a fleet... it was a completely different situation. "As for the other officers, I am sure you will be acquainted in no time, it may also be worthwhile meeting our Tactical Chief, he's a very interesting man" he said as he suppressed a small laugh.

"I certainly hope to do so but I may have to wait until after this mission is over." Ash replied in a tone that was confident without being arrogant.

"Of course Ensign, now go do something fun... before it's too late. Dismissed."

Ash stood from his seat and gave the Chief a short salute. "Thank you sir." He said with a smile before turning and heading for the door.

Tolaran watched the Ensign depart, how was it that in such a short space of time he'd gone from feeling so young and full of energy to feeling old and tired, the nights he lay awake or drifting in and out of sleep were taking it's toll as they approached the launch date, he would have to remember to see the Doctor... or the Counsellor soon, if possible.
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Re: Mission Six: "Unto the Breach, Part II"

Tue Feb 02, 2016 2:07 am

Waking Up, Part I
Sera's Quarters, USS Portland
After being medically cleared
Authors: Lt. (JG) Sera Williams, Lt. (JG) Marcus Kallan, Ens. Nikki Barclay (played by Alenis Meru)


Sera stood, cornered in a corridor of some kind. It was humid, warm, and lined with what appeared to be people standing in mechanical chargers. Each had a green disc above their heads with what looked like lightning inside the disc. Inside her head, the Portland's Chief Engineer heard whispers. The whispers kept her calm. They gave her purpose.

The person beside her had been a small time trader. He had owned his own ship and had transported medical supplies, food, livestock, anything that would keep his ship flying. That was irrelevant. Sera walked toward a vertical console that had circular lettering. She was number eight out of the twelve others who were tasked with working on this console. The whispers contained a vast library that contained medical, engineering, cultural and historical data about more species than she could count, all of which was irrelevant to her task. As she stepped toward the console, Sera lifted her hand. From her hand shot two probes that linked her to the console.

With a start, Sera shot up into a sitting position and covered in sweat. A quick glance around brought her back to where she was. She was in her quarters on the USS Portland. Her name and rank were Lieutenant JG Sera Williams of Earth. She ran her hands through her hair to try to calm down a bit. She took a quick look out of the viewport in case the vastness of space could take away the fear of the nightmare. Neither of those seemed to do much to help. Sera got out of her bed and walked toward the sink. She filled her cupped hands with cold water and splashed it on her face. Then she noticed that what she was feeling was not coming from her. She was feeling the fear, the thirst for revenge, the battle-born excitement, apprehension, and other emotions from the crew of the Portland. It was almost as if she were hearing the whispers, but she was not a Borg. This shouldn't be happening.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her face still looked a bit pale and she still had circles under her eyes, but she was looking more like herself. Her eyes, they still were a slightly different, almost glowing, shade of green. Everyone else had brushed away her question about eye color, saying there was no difference. In the mirror, she thought she saw a moving shadow at the door. She turned quickly with her hand out while asking, "Who's there?"

As if she had thrown something from her hand, the flower vase near the door tipped over and exploded into glass chunks. Not really knowing what to do, she ran to the side of her bed and picked up her comm badge. She didn't know who else to contact with her sister being dropped off at the station for safety, so she tapped the badge, "Nikki/Marcus, something is going on very weird is going on. Can you come to my quarters?" She tossed the badge onto the pillow as she tried to lose herself in the space beyond the viewport.

=/\= "On my way," =/\= Marcus replied through the comms.

Nikki didn't reply. Instead, a few moments later, she appeared at the door to Sera's quarters clad in her Flotter & Friends pajamas. "Sera!" she exclaimed, out of breath from having sprinted across the ship. "Omigod, are you all right? I came as fast as I could!"

Sera was seated on the floor just on her bedroom side of the bathroom door, facing the shattered vase by the door to the corridor. She was shaking from fear. Her hair was a mess and her Starfleet issued sleepwear looked as though it had been through a rough night. Sera looked up at Nikki, tears in her eyes. "I... I... I don't know what's happening," her hands widened as if revealing the ship. "I can feel everything."

She pointed to the wall behind Nikki, "Lieutenant T'Val lives there, she is a Vulcan who is right now wide awake... fearing the Borg." Her hand pointed to what would be down the hall outside her quarters. "Someone is approaching. They lost their father at Wolf 359. They want revenge for a shattered life."

Marcus arrived a few moments after Nikki, uniform jacket unfastened. He looked tired. He had an engineering kit with him. "Hey. What's broken?" He asked, but then when reading their body language, he realized that the engineering kit would likely not be of use.

Sera looked up at Marcus. She nodded her head at the broken flower vase near the Chief of Operations' feet. "The vase. I..." she tried to think of a way to explain it without sounding crazy. None of it helped her cause, so she decided to just say it, "I was by the sink and thought I saw something behind me. I turned around with my hand out, wanting to throw something at the corner." She then nodded at the dresser beside her, the one that was at least two meters from the sink and behind the door frame, then added, "The vase flew from there to there." Her hands traced the path of the flying vase.

"Flew?" Marcus set down his engineering kit and pulled out a tricorder. He began scanning, first by the path of the would-be projectile, and then focusing his scans on Sera. "Nikki, what does this look like to you? It's there, just... faint. Let me boost the signal." He tapped a few buttons and then tilted the tricorder towards her, the device beeping as it registered an energy signature.

"Yeah, when I moved my hand the vase launched itself to the corner," Sera said, trying her best not pull a Nikki and freak out. Then, the words that came out of Marcus' mouth registered in her head. His tricorder had picked up something and he had rushed to see what it was. She blinked through the tricorder's lights and feeling her own fear about to take over. "What are you reading? Is it Dark Energy?" she asked trying not to panic.

"I..." to Nikki, who had spend the past couple weeks in engineering worried sick about what sort of radiation Shras' infernal contraption was giving off, the readings were clear. "Maybe we should take you to sickbay?" she suggested, evading the question.

"This shouldn't be possible," Marcus said, examining the readings on his tricorder more intently. After tapping a few times to reconfigure the scan, he shook his head. "Yeah, you ought to have Silverton check you again. I'm no doctor, but I know neural network patterns."

"Neural network patterns? Are you saying that my brain has been reconfigured?" Sera said, wanting nothing more than to go home, back to Earth. She looked down at her hands, trying to imagine a glowing aura around her. "Maybe....," she started, "maybe we should go to Sickbay."
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Re: Mission Six: "Unto the Breach, Part II"

Tue Feb 02, 2016 2:09 am

Waking Up, Part II
Sickbay, USS Portland
Immediately after Part I
Authors: Lt. (JG) Brad Silverton, Lt. (JG) Sera Williams, Lt. (JG) Marcus Kallan, Ensign Nikki Barclay (played by Alenis Meru)


Brad settled into his chair. He had no other appointments for the day yet he had a good deal of work ahead of him. All he had to figure out was how to disable implants within a Borg queen before she was able to destroy the alpha quadrant task force and save Captain Banninga in the process.
"Simple!" Brad said out loud to himself. At least he was able to have some peace and quiet.
"Computer pull up..."

The doors to sickbay opened, revealing three officers. Ensign Nikki Barclay was in the lead, and she sprinted towards Brad's office for the third time in as many weeks. Of course, the last three times all turned out to be figments of her imagination -- when she convinced herself that she had food poisoning, a brain tumour, and the Talaxian Flu. The latter was in spite of the fact that she was over 70,000 light years from the last recorded case of the Talaxian flu, but she knew in hear heart that it was possible for flu bugs to traverse the vacuum of space halfway across the galaxy. "Dr. Silverton!" she shouted in a tone even more panicked than usual. "Dr. Silverton, are you here!"

"reference.. research.... of........ borg." Brad's command to the computer trailed off into a sigh as he thought to himself.
'Of course Nikki is here. Why wouldn't she be? I'm sure she found a case of Talaxian flu variant that places itself into suspended animation and is undetectable.'
He walked out into the central hub of sickbay. "Ensign Barclay I am sure whatever it is you think you might have is not as bad as you believe." He stopped in his doorway and looked at all three officers.

"'Sup, Brad," Marcus said, his arm in Sera's, not out of any gesture of romantic association, but to help keep the officer on her feet despite bouts of dizziness. "Grab a neural scanner. Cross-link it with ship's internal sensors. I bet you'll find something interesting in Lieutenant Williams' gray matter."

"It's me this time," Sera reassured Brad. She too had learned to cope with Nikki's variety of perceived ailments. "I can read emotions and I threw a vase into the wall... a vase that was two meters away from me," added the Chief, trying to downplay her own fears. "Biobed number three?" she asked, referencing her temporary home in Sickbay after the incident with the reactor.

"Well that one seems to be your new second home." He went over to help Marcus get Sera to the biobed. He went over and got a neural scanner and started to activate it.
He continued as he started to scan Sera. "Now what do you mean you can read emotions and move objects?"

Had she been Ensign Barclay, she would have explained the situation in terms of being able to launch the Portland lightyears on a whim or being able to read every thought and memory in the quadrant. However, Sera tried to downplay what was happening because of her own fear. "Well," she started, "I woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare about the Borg. I went to the sink to splash some water on my face when I thought I saw a shadow move near the down, when I moved my hand the vase sitting on my dresser flew towards the door and shattered. After that, I could somehow feel what the crew in adjacent rooms were going through. I could feel their fear, their hatred... everything. I even knew why they were feeling what they were feeling." She turned her eyes to the doctor as she said, "I even know what each of you is feeling now."

Nikki tensed up at the mention of knowing what everyone was thinking. Her breathing became shorter and shallower and, not wanting anyone to read her thoughts, she tried to block Sera out. Closing her eyes, she focused intently on the most neutral thing that she could think of. Her breakfast. "Bagel. Cream cheese. Smoked salmon. Black Coffee," she repeated over and over in her head until her mouth began to water.

Brad spoke to Sera without looking up from his console as he made adjustments to the settings, "If that is the case Sera than what am I feeling right now?"

"Well, I wouldn't call it arrogance, but you are calm and confident in your skills," Sera returned, feeling a little relieved that the doctor wasn't in a state of panic. That, or maybe he didn't yet know what was going on and thought it may be a quick fix.

Brad smiled reassuringly to Sera. "See? We'll get to the bottom of this and have you back in Engineering in now time."

Out of the corner of his eye, Brad saw Nikki tense up after Sera spoke about her telepathy. He wasn't relishing having a second patient on his hands with a concussion from her passing out and striking her head on something. "Nurse Hill. Please administer to Lt Williams 50 CCs of D-glucopyranose."

Maria paused for a moment confused. "Sir? But that is just gluc--"

"Please save the commentary for later discussion Nurse Hills." Brad turned to Sera, "This will block Lt Williams' ability to read Ensign Barclay or anyone else's emotions." If she really could read his thoughts she would know to play along. That and the wink he gave her while saying it couldn't have hurt.

As Maria injected Sera with the hypospray, Nikki breathed a sigh of relief. But as she did so, her stomach growled in anticipation of the bagel that she couldn't get out of her head. "May I use your replicator?" she asked sheepishly.

"It's... quiet now," Sera said to mostly Nikki. "The clutter is gone and I can't read any emotions," she lied. Knowing Nikki like Sera did, she knew that her friend needed everything to be normal or the neighboring biobed would have a new patient. "What now?" Sera asked Brad. Uncontrollably, Sera's stomach growled a bit and the craving for a bagel hit Sera. She waved it off with a look at the wall clock as she said, "Has it been that long since I ate?"

Brad finished up with linking up the neural scanner with the ship's internal scanners as Marcus had asked. He had already seen the increased amount of dark energy radiation inside Sera's brain. That certainly couldn't be a good thing. "Alright Marcus we're linked up. What exactly am I needing to look for?"

"Look for cross-firing between the hippocampus and the rest of the brain," Marcus said, pointing to a diagram on Brad's screen. "The signal will resemble a subspace manifold signal along the second and third harmonics." When the inevitable blank or exasperated look no doubt came his way, Marcus added, "It's the same signal of a dark energy envelope being created and collapsing in the span of a millisecond."

"Damn" was the only response Brad gave for a moment.
"Well I guess that answers the question of how long it would take for the residual dark energy radiation to dissipate. " Brad turned his focus from the screen and back to Serra.
"As we already know, Dark energy is barely understood by engineering but even less so by medical. There is nothing to go off of Serra so I need you to tell me everything that has happened to you that is out of the ordinary or anything you have felt since you left sickbay."

"Until tonight, there wasn't a whole lot." Sera thought for a moment, "Now that you mention it... there were a few times that I imagined that I heard other people's thoughts. Also, when I came back into the airlock, my helmet seemed to slide itself off the bench. I just thought it was my imagination or some magnetic glitch."

The Chief Engineer looked past the doctor at her scans and added, "That almost looks like a subspace transmitter, communication relays open subspace eddies on that end," she pointed to the active portion of her brain.

"Which is why playing with subspace manifolds is insane," Marcus said. "Not to be a broken record, but Shras is a nutjob." He glanced at Sera. "I'm not helping, I know. Sorry."

Nikki stared at the readings, then back towards Sera, then back at the readings again. She didn't know what was happening, but it didn't sound good. "Would an ice cream sundae help?" she asked in a meek voice, remembering what her mother would prescribe to her as a young child when she was sick.

"You know, I'd love a sundae. Could you drown it in chocolate?" Sera asked, feigning a bit of excitement. She was glad to have a friend like Nikki, doing everything that she could do to try to help... even if it meant ice cream at times when ice cream may not be the best solution.

With that, Nikki darted off into Brad's office to take advantage of his replicator.

Brad shrugged his shoulders slightly."Well chocolate does have some miraculous properties. This dark energy residue or whatever it is, is flickering in and out of existence. The scans aren't showing anything dangerous or to be overly concerned of. Many types of radiation and energy residue does absolutely nothing. However with that said, I'm afraid you'll have to stay in sickbay once again. We have a good deal of time before we get to the nebula and have you out before then."

"I almost missed being here all the time," Sera replied, trying to sound a bit more enthusiastic than she was but sounding sarcastic.

Emerging from the office, Nikki balanced four bowls precariously on her arms. "Three hot fudge sundaes!" she exclaimed, carrying them towards the biobed. "And one bowl of shaved frozen protein cubes, supplement number 29. Enjoy!"

"Chocolate, the one thing that makes you feel better no matter how bad things get," the Chief Engineer replied as she took her bowl from Nikki. "Thanks!" she added, her voice muffled by the spoon full of hot fudge sundae that she had already eaten.
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Re: Mission Six: "Unto the Breach, Part II"

Wed Feb 03, 2016 11:30 pm

Something in the Walls
by Tyrlai Zade and Zirra Kajat (Jason Beauvoir)



"Shivering, shivering,... the walls are shivering. They weep for mercy."

Tyrlai knelt next to what remained of Crewman Abendin. He rocked slowly back and forth, breathing raggedly and thinking somewhat worse. Tyrlai was leaning on her Psychology background and she was about out of questions. "Your name, crewman, what is your name?"

"Butterflies in the margarine, they are so,... silent now."

She took his hands, met his addled gaze with bright blue eyes. "You name, crewman. Think, what is your name."

"Like tea cozy's left too long in the sun. Left too long,..."

The doors whooshed open and the duty assignment security officer stepped in. She took quick note of the crewman's disheveled quarters, everything scattered and out of place as if it had been ransacked. She had been summoned by the second officer.

Tyrlai stood and gestured, "I think its been thirty hours. He was off schedule yesterday, when he didn't report today they called me, well Tim, but I meddled." She looked at the Gorn, as if surprised the ship had one. "He was attacked."

Petty Officer Zirra Kajat looked around the room trying to piece together what may have happened. It appeared as though the attacker may have been looking for something. Turning back to the Second Officer, she noticed an all too familiar look on the woman's face. She understood, Gorn weren't exactly in abundance with in the Federation, let alone Starfleet. "Ma'am, I'm Petty Officer Zirra Kajat, has the victim said anything coherent?"

"Not even slightly, and I was trained as a counselor by Starfleet." Tyrlai walked over to the wall panel by the door. "Computer, display time reference aught seven two by seven yesterday." For a moment they were watching the crewman get dressed for his duty shift. Just as he turned to leave the wall behind his bunk warped around itself, tendrils of a shimmering wall and bunk mixture reached out for the crewman, enfolding him. He screamed soundlessly, staring with bulging eyes at the shimmering warped wall as it settled back into its normal shape. "This is just a sensor display, it interprets the data it has. I do not believe he saw the same thing we saw. But,..." She looked over at the Gorn as if for dramatic effect, "These are the sensor readings of that wall." She pointed to various readouts. "No movement, no matter readings, no energy readings, no heat. Nothing at all. In fact what we see on the display is just the surrounding material of the ship warping to cover something the sensors cannot display to us due to the limitations of this equipment. They do not know how to represent nothing whatsoever."

"You think that he was attacked by nothing, ma'am? Isn't nothing a scientific impossibility?" Zirra asked after viewing the display.

"I'm not sure there is such a thing as a Scientific impossibility." Tyrlai frowned. "But in this case I would say that the difference between what attacked Crewman Abendin and nothing would be found in the limitations of our internal scanners. It's not so much nothing as it is something that the sensors cannot detect and therefore do not register." Tyrlai finished and stared at the bulkhead. "And it can go through walls."

Zirra looked quizzical she was aware that there were several substances that were undetectable sensors, due to them scattering the wavelength that sensors employ. Then she remembered the unfamiliar smell she picked up when she entered the room. "Ma'am, can you smell that? It's kind of a burnt sugar smell."

"I am unfamiliar with that, what is it?" Tyrlai had noted it but assumed it was something the crewman had prepared for himself before losing his mind.

"It could be Valogen, a volatile chemical that that produces a burnt sugar when it comes into contact with oxygen. It is undetectable by sensors and its molecules are small enough to pass through duranium. I know this because special containment vessels are needed to transport it."

"Does Valogen cause madness and then seep back into the hull when it's done?" Tyrlai seemed dubious. "Still it's interesting, perhaps Valogen is a side product of whatever we couldn't scan. Does it break down into something we can scan perchance. After all if we can smell it we should be able to scan it."

"I have not heard of Valogen having that effect on humans, Valogen Oxide can be detected if we realign the sensors." Zirra said. Happy that her time on Starbase 12 in Customs inspection was coming in handy.

"Could you realign a hand scanner quickly?" Tyrlai thought as she reviewed the sensor data once again. "I have a bad feeling we may be able to narrow this down more easily. Computer," she said turning, "Are there any other members of the crew who have not reported for duty in the last 24 hours."

"Crewman Kaslar and Crewman Thosk."

"Commander Zade to Thosk, are you working from your quarters again?"

"Well, I'm not going near your office." The slightly squeaky voice of her administrative assistant filled the room.

"So far it looks like this thing targets people in their quarters." Tyrlai waited.

"Perhaps it would be best if I followed you and took notes."

"Pick up a pair of hand scanners and meet us outside Crewman Kaslar's quarters." Tyrlai closed the channel with a tap on her badge and opened another. "Medical emergency and security to crewman Abendins quarters." She then turned to Zirra, "let's hope Kaslar just has the flu."

"Indeed, ma'am." Zirra said as she followed the Second Officer out of the unfortunate Crewman's quarters.
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Re: Mission Six: "Unto the Breach, Part II"

Sun Feb 07, 2016 5:39 am

Ghosts of the Past
Captain's Office, U.S.S. Portland
The afternoon before "Into the Nebula"
Authors: Captain Alenis Meru, Lt. Cmdr. Tyrlai Zade, Lt. (JG) Brad Silverton


The bridge's turbolift doors opened and Brad Silverton walked out. He didn't often venture onto the bridge and had been meaning to change that. He just wished it was for something more pleasant than what he came to discuss.

Tyrlai waved from where she leaned against a railing trying to play some sort of odd wooden flute. She was multitasking while watching the stars flow past the viewscreen.

Brad saw Tyrlai and stopped beside her before continuing to see the captain. "Commander. I didn't know musical instruments were allowed on the bridge." He paused for a moment to ponder. "Then again birds aren't either so there is that."

Tyrlai turned and smiled pleasantly. "I'm not yet at a level of proficiency that can be described as musical. Hence I have found a loophole."

"I don't know about that. It sounded quite pleasant and I'm sure you have more then a few hours practicing." Brad looked intently at the flute. "I haven't seen a flute like that. A family heirloom?"

"It's a nalu flute, from the replicator. It usually takes several years of training at a musical academy on Trill. I'm using the do it yourself method. I'm sure Im doing very well." Tyrlai wandered over in Brad's direction. "I don't have a family, so no heirlooms."

Brad made his way over to the Captain's office door. He beeped in and waited for the Captain's response. He was still going over in his head what he had planned to say, as if he hadn't rehearsed it a dozen times already on the walk up from sickbay. Tyrlai followed him in and sat in the corner looking at some instructions on her handcomp and then back at her flute.

"Come in," called out Alenis in a slightly strained voice. When the door opened to reveal Brad, she looked up in surprise. "Dr. Silverton?" she asked. "Did I miss an appointment, or have you started doing house calls?"

Brad laughed lightly. "Is everyone going to give me a hard time for not coming to the bridge more often? No, you didn't miss an appointment," His smile dropped and his tone became more serious as he walked over to the chair on the other side of the captain's desk.
"But I did want to talk to you about our current mission. On a more personal matter."

"Oh?" Alenis raised an eyebrow and tilted her head slightly, a motion that was mimicked by Ko-ko. Immediately realizing what Brad was referring to, her defenses went up. "What sort of matter is this?" she asked in a cautious tone, attempting to draw him out.

"Captain. When we first met, you came to me for tranquilizers to help you sleep." Brad was biting his lower lip trying to dance carefully on the subject. He realized the futility of it and went straight in. "Have you thought about what it will be like to be ship to ship against another Borg vessel?"

"Are you questioning my ability to command this ship in this engagement?" countered Alenis in an acidic tone, responding to his question with another question.

Both a horrified and confused look came across Brad's face. "No no no. NO!" He took a quick breath. "Nothing of the sort Captain." He stopped for a second and tilted his head to the side when what Alenis meant dawned on him. "Captain did you think I would? No I am not here medically relieve you. You have my full confidence."

"I've never met a Borg before." Tyrlai said absently, staring at her flute.

"Okay," said Alenis, leaning back in her chair while Ko-ko glared suspiciously at Brad, "then what exactly brings you to my office?"

"Well to be honest what brings me here is... concern. We fought the Borg together hand to hand on the away team mission. There were a few moments before the action when you seemed, well distracted." Brad quickly raised his hands defensively and hopefully disarmingly.
"And rightfully so Captain I cannot blame you and can understand. But it has been pretty non stop since then. Have you had a chance to talk about it? Apart from Delainey, there aren't too many people that know the details."

Alenis sighed and stood up, and without a word walked over to the counter on which she kept her teas. This was going to be a long conversation and not exactly one she was looking forward to. Making herself a tea, she looked over her shoulder at Brad and Tyrlai. "And I suppose Ms. Zade is reprising her role on the Ares as a ship's shrink. Strange," she mused, "I thought that was Delainey's job."

"I dabble." Tyrlai leaned back in her chair. "Music, gambling, telepathy, photon torpedoes, whatever's needed at the moment."

"I see," replied Alenis, adding a mint leaf to her tea. "Can I get you some tea as well? I have Pyrellian ginger, Deka tea, and a rare Tulaberry blend from the Gamma Quadrant. I know tulaberries are a bit passe," replied Alenis, referring to the great Tulaberry bubble of the 2380s, when the Ferengi created a profitable trading empire in the Gamma Quadrant through their linkages with the Dosi and others. But, the smell of profit in the wind attracted too many traders and they oversaturated the market. The ensuing crash wiped out a number of investors throughout both quadrants and destroyed Ferengi-Dosi relations. "But I have to say," she added, "this tea got me through my first Chief Tactical Officer assignment. Care for some?"

"I haven't had the pleasure of any of those so surprise me?" Brad was feeling a little bit better, but only a bit. This was his first tour as CMO and here he was essentially challenging the Captain. Not truly challenging as he had no intention of relieving her. But to even bring up the matter seemed to be at best stepping right up to an unspoken line if not crossing one outright. While Brad was no councilor he was a doctor, and Alenis' prescription history concerned him. She had stopped, though not without a stab at trying to get more from Brad. The fact that she had felt the need to take them in the first place was an indicator of how bad things had been, and how bad they might become again.

"Three tulaberry teas," replied Alenis as she began preparing the drinks for Tyrlai and Brad. "So, doctor, you came to talk about the upcoming engagement. You're concerned that fighting the Borg again will trigger my memories of New Algiers in a way which will negatively affect my health or my performance, correct?"

Brad took the cue that Alenis talking directly and openly with Tyrlai around meant she also knew of the Captain's past, or at least the Captain wasn't afraid to talk about it. "Well to be clear it's not your performance I have concerns about. When push came to shove with the borg at the complex you didn't let anyone down. In fact I believe if memory serves you got more drone kills then I did. No, my concern is with your health Captain." Brad drew silent for a second while he gathered his thoughts and starred into his tea.

"You are about to re-enter a very similar situation as on the Gol. On a bridge, facing the borg. But this time you'll have the weight of command of not only the Portland but of a critical part of saving the entire quadrant. Captain have you thought about that aftereffects even in a good case scenario?

Alenis took a sip of her tea as she thought about her response. Part of her wished that it were springwine instead. All eyes in the room, even Ko-ko's, were on her. She took a deep breath, stood up, straightened her tunic, and sauntered towards towards the window. Somewhere out there were the Borg. The most feared power in the galaxy, the ones who caused so much pain at New Algiers.

"That," she said, "has been at the back of my mind since Admiral Washington first told us that we were going to be engaging the Borg. I know it's not going to be easy for me, but I have a job to do." She paused and turned back towards Tyrlai and Brad. "There is one difference between then and now though. After the Gol, I was alone. I didn't know who to turn to, and didn't have anyone I could trust to talk about it. They had to force me to see Arvel for counseling. Now..." Alenis let out a hint of a smile, "I have you two. And Tim. And Delainey, and Ko-ko. And the prophets." She intentionally neglected to mention the bottles of springwine in her quarters. "The Portland is more than a command to me; with all we've been through together, it's a family. Even just knowing that I have a family out here on this tin can gives me the strength to conquer any adversity."

Brad nodded and smiled at Alenis' declaration. "I'm glad to hear that. Even in the best of conditions it can be hard. But you are right. You do have a lot of support here." He was even more relieved then she would know. He had been tempted to offer her tranqs again if it had come to that. Oh he would have hated himself for that afterwards but between a guilty conscious or having the Captain lead a critical mission distracted, he knew what he'd have to do. Luckily he'd not have to cross that bridge.

"Very good. Now," said Alenis, reaching into her desk drawer, "since this may be our last cup of tea together, care to make it Irish?"
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Re: Mission Six: "Unto the Breach, Part II"

Mon Feb 08, 2016 12:15 pm

Restless Nights
Sullivan’s Quarters, USS Portland
The night before “Into the Nebula”

We are the Borg. Lower your shields and surrender your ships. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is futile.

Ash woke with a start and jolted upright in his bed. His sheets stuck to his skin with sweat and he quickly pushed them away. When studying the Borg in the academy Ash had listened to that transmission countless times, reliving previous encounters with the Borg on the holodeck. But at the time they were merely an academic pursuit, a means to increase his knowledge and his chances of a more interesting posting when he graduated. Now they were real and every time he closed his eyes he replayed those holodeck simulations in his mind except this time they couldn’t just be switched off or paused or changed at his whim.

He ran his hands through his hair, pushing it back and out of his face, the rubbed the sweat off on his sheets before standing. “Computer, ice water.” Ash said as he made his way to the replicator. “And bring the lights up to 60%.”

He took the cool glass and sipped from it slowly, closing his eyes and rolling his shoulders trying to relax. His heart and mind raced as he paced the room, backwards and forwards. It was a strange feeling that he couldn’t quite put into words. He wasn’t afraid of the Borg, or the mission ahead, or even of dying. However the thought of being assimilated terrified him, being turned into some sort of mindless slave for the rest of his life was one of the worst fates he could imagine.

Ash sat down at his desk, opened up a blank communique and began typing:

"Dear Mum and Dad,

I know we haven't spoken in a long time. I know we don't really see eye to eye but I wanted to let you know... That I'm going on a mission tomorrow that I may not come back from. I'm not sorry for my actions and I would do it all again but I do miss you and I wanted to be able to say goodbye.

So Goodbye.

Ash"

He read over the message again and again for about 5 minutes but couldn't bring himself to press send. "Computer save this message for now." He said as he slammed a fist on the desk. A tear rolled down his cheek but he quickly wiped it away.

When nothing else worked to help him sleep Ash turned to his ‘addiction’ as many people called it. He pulled on some shorts and a tank top before beginning a run around deck 3. He lost track of how many laps he had done and just kept running until he felt tired enough to try and return to sleep. A solid 45 minutes passed before he reentered his quarters. He did some push-ups, some squats, and some pull-ups on a bar he had set up himself before finally entering the bathroom for a sonic shower.

A few minutes later Ash stripped back his bed, replicated some new sheets and climbed back into bed, now thoroughly tired. Tomorrow was going to be big day and the more sleep he could get the better. “Computer deactivate lights and play playlist Sullivan gamma at 25% volume. Set timer and deactivate music in 45 minutes.” With that command Ash closed his eyes and tried to focus on the rhythm of the music and forget about the anxieties the next day would bring.
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Sun Feb 14, 2016 6:52 pm

It's happening!!
Authors: Alenis Meru as Maria Hill, Brad Silverton and Timothy Rouse as Ellen Washington.

In the hours before the battle, sickbay was abuzz with activity as the nurses prepared for the inevitable casualties. The normally chatty Ellen and Maria were both quiet, engrossed in their work and affected by the ominous mood permeating the ship. Maria was the first to break the silence. "So..." she started, trying to think of a lighter subject than the impending assault on a Borg facility, "have you heard anything about Nikki and Marcus?"

"Heard what?" Ellen asked her friend while she tried to stand up straight and rubbed her back. Her back was killing her, but as many has said, she was to stubborn not to work. Besides, who knew, maybe this baby will come out finally if she continued to be busy instead of reading holonovels all day.

Maria smiled. "Just yesterday, Petty Officer Liu told me she saw them heading to the holodecks together. I think our efforts at matchmaking have been successful..."

Brad was only slightly to the side but well within earshot. "You set them up too? Do you two have involvement in everyone's dating life." Brad laughed. "I hope it goes well for them." Brad thought about Marcus and Nikki together. Sure Marcus was a pain in the ass but he did wish him luck in finding someone. "How many dates have they been on?"

"I'm not sure," replied Maria. "Intelligence on those two is hard to come by. And Marcus was very insistent that their relationship was none of our business." She paused for a moment. "Of course, he did use the word 'relationship'..."

Ellen turned around and with her belly she bumped over a tray. She let out a small curse and sighted when her attempt to pick the equipment up failed. "Damn," she said second later, when she was up again and moved her hand to her back.

Maria looked up at Ellen. "Are you all right?" she asked, looking into her friend's eyes.

"This back pain is killing me." She grabbed hold off the handlebar in front of her and pressed with her other hand as hard as she could at the lower back, the only thing she could do to relieve the pain. She refused to say out loud that the last twinge was way more painful that before.

Maria gasped. "Dr. Silverton!" she shouted, in a tone that made it clear that he was needed immediately. "Ellen, get on the biobed."

Brad had gone back to double checking and stocking an emergency medical kit. If the need arose, they would need to enlist the aid of the ship's crew and they would need supplies and medical tricorders. He turned quickly towards Maria.

As Maria helped Ellen onto the biobed, she glanced over her shoulder at Brad. "Dr. Silverton, it's time," she called out, the meaning of her words obvious in context.

"You're overreacting, " Ellen tried reassure her best friend. "I'm not in labor, its not my time yet. I still have two more weeks to go! Check it for yourself," she said and nodded in the direction of a medical tricorder.

Maria sighed and reached for the tricorder. They say that doctors make the worst patients, but nurses like Ellen weren't much better. Waving the tricorder over Ellen's pelvis, the results were unusual but not surprising. "Get on the bed; little Andy is arriving early."

"That can't be," She exclaimed in surprise. Before she had a change to ask Maria to check again she got another contraction. She moved to her side and grabbed her belly. "Maria, call Tim!"

"Whoa now lets not be too hasty. The ship is about to go into battle with the borg and we could be hours away from..." Brad looked down at the readings that Maria had gathered of Ellen. "....ok well maybe we should hail him."

Barely able to contain her excitement for her best friend, Maria tapped her comm badge. "Petty Officer Hill to Commander Rouse..."

"We're about to assault a Borg-infested nebula and I'm a very busy man," replied the gruff voice on the other end. "This better be important..."

"It's the baby," blurted out Maria. "He's early."

Tim's eyes widened at that. "I'm on my way!" he said and ran towards the turbolift.

Hearing Tim was on his way Ellen leaned backwards on the bed closing her eyes, relaxing at the thought Tim was on his way. Untill the next contraction came along what made her bolt forward again and let out a scream. She tried to remember the breathing exercises she had been thought in the academy, but having it happen to yourself was really a completely different case

"Okay, Ellen, just stay calm," said Maria. "Tim is on his way."
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Wed Feb 17, 2016 4:45 am

Into the Nebula, Part I
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Portland: Capt. Alenis Meru, Ens. Kahnr Dai, Lt. Arthur Reynolds, Lt. (JG) Sera Williams
Endeavour: Cmdr. Marcus Byrne, Lt. Miracle Swiftpaws, Lt. (JG) Rebecca McKinnon, Lt. Cmdr. Eahar R'Soll



Bridge, USS Portland

Captain Alenis Meru stared up at the swirling gases of the nebula on the viewscreen. Somewhere inside this nebula were one of the most dangerous enemies the Federation had known: The Borg.

"We are the Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile."

Staring intently at the screen, Alenis was back on the USS Gol, at New Algiers. As Chief Tactical Officer, she was responsible for trying to do as much damage to the Borg as possible. On the screen, she saw the Borg cube, the tractor beam, and the plasma torpedo that wrecked her ship.

She closed her eyes tightly, urging the flashback to go away.

"It's as thick as a Caitain's hide in here," Kahnr observed with displeasure, meaning the miasma outside the ship. "We've got a little bit of gaseous intake on the main impulse drive, nothing to worry about for now. What kind of approach you thinking? I can do the Centauri Manoeuvre, a Kappa 010 might look nice...oh, and I have really been wanting to try out an Omega Four sometime in this baby." The pilot went silent for only just a moment and added in, if reluctantly, "Or I guess an Alpha approach could work, if we didn't want to show off." From his disapproving tone it was obvious that he really wasn't a fan of the last suggestion.

"Nothing too fancy, just keep us away from their scanning beams so they don't detect us," replied Alenis, brought back to the bridge by Kahnr's voice. "Speaking of which, how's the dark energy reactor doing?"

"Captain, the dark energy reactor is currently operating with safety limits." Jason replied. "Also its illustrious creator would like me to remind you that since we are using it for other than its designed use, we have voided the warranty and he therefore takes no responsible for any undesired effects it might have on the ship and/or its crew."

"Duly noted," replied Alenis. "And the stealth systems?"

"Operational, if only just," Arthur responded from behind the tactical console, a dissatisfied look on his face. "But I doubt the Borg will see us unless we want to be seen."

Alenis nodded along. "Good to know. I don't plan on being seen until it's too late for them." She pressed a button on her command chair to call up engineering. "Engineering, please tell me that the dark matter ejection system is operational. I don't want to be anywhere near that thing when it blows."

==/\=="All systems are green, Captain"==/\== Sera's voice replied over the comm with as much confidence as she could muster. While they had tested the ejection system numerous times in simulations and on the holodeck, this had been something that could never have been performed live. In her year aboard the Portland, Lt. (JG) Williams learned that real life was vastly different than simulations.

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Bridge, USS Endeavour

Commander Byrne sat in the Captain's chair, eyeing the sensor readouts and ship readiness reports on the console beside his chair. This would mark the first time that he had led his ship into battle. The night before had been restless as he had toured the ship as Captains do prior to a large engagement.

"We are the Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile." the Borg voice called over the ship's comm. It had no emotion and echoed the hive nature of the Borg. It was the speech that all Starfleet officers fear hearing, yet there it was.

Marcus stood from his seat and tugged down his uniform's top that had been slightly riding up his back. With a breath he remembered the events at Nova Europa. The Captain who had saved him, the crew he had lost. In a voice slightly above a whisper, he said, "For Kate." Turing back toward his chair, he called for the Yellow Alert to turn to full Red Alert. With a calmness, the Commander pressed the ship's intercom button and the comm button to the small fleet of Klingons and Starfleet ships following the Endeavour on it's attack run, he announced, "We are engaging the Borg. I need a readiness report from all departments and ships."

Miracle sat at the helm, once again in her usual unauthorized garb, her huge mug with it bright yellow smiley face sat in its holder at the side of the helm console within easy reach. The flight path already logged into helm console and sent to the ships that were part of the Endeavour's Armada of Ships from various Star Empires. "Flight Department and helm is ready, Mez Lord Captain." Her voice serious and soft.

"Very good Lieutenant," Marcus paused before adding, "I thought we talked about your... choice of attire." Letting it go for the moment, he gave a look toward the other Bridge Staff.

Becca glanced at her display as a blur of readiness reports came streaming into her console. She looked at the display on the main viewer and the first tactical scans that came through the com channels. Her mind was whirring as she drank it all in. Battle with the Borg, it was going to be such a cool story when she was old. She could already see herself corrupting her grandchildren's minds with sordid tales of adventure. There was a look of curiosity and wonder on her face. "Last ship has reported ready, Captain."

Marcus looked back at his Chief of Operations and nodded his acknowledgement. "Lieutenant, be careful down there. Godspeed," he added, trying his best to sound reassuring. He wanted his first away team to come back without casualties.

Checking her chronometer, Lt McKinnon turned her station over to the ops watch officer and headed for the transporter room.

Miracle eased the Endeavour into the wisp of the gasses and small particles that made up the Nebula, separating from the rest of the Task Force. She kept tight to the flight vectors she had meticulously plotted out to give each ship room to maneuver to avoid collision. It was all a matter of timing to reach each point to maneuver onto the new vector. Eyes darting to the sensors screen and other flight readings. She upped the deflector output to catch what she didn't see or caught on scanners.

Eahar looked down at the auxiliary screen on the side of his chair, which he had folded out at the beginning of the battle. Looking at the strategic situation, he shook his head. "May the great creator smile down upon us," he mused. "We'll need her blessing."

Marcus turned his head back slightly from the viewscreen as he muttered, "We'll need all the 'blessings' we can get." Turning back to the task at hand, he added, "Let's get the Captain back, shall we?"

To be continued...
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Wed Feb 17, 2016 4:50 am

Into the Nebula, Part II
Various Locations
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Endeavour: Cmdr. Marcus Byrne, Lt. Cmdr. Eahar R'Soll, Lt. Miracle Swiftpaws, Lt. (JG) Zhuang Fotu, Lt. Yvette Beauvoir, Ens. Dima Reda, Lt. (JG) Rebecca McKinnon
Portland: Lt. (JG) Brad Silverton, Petty Officer Maria Hill
Other: Locasta of Borg (aka Capt. Kate Banninga)


Last time...

Eahar looked down at the auxiliary screen on the side of his chair, which he had folded out at the beginning of the battle. Looking at the strategic situation, he shook his head. "May the great creator smile down upon us," he mused. "We'll need her blessing."

Marcus turned his head back slightly from the viewscreen as he muttered, "We'll need all the 'blessings' we can get." Turning back to the task at hand, he added, "Let's get the Captain back, shall we?"

And now, the continuation...


Central Plexus, Borg Unicomplex

Surrounded by screens, Locasta watched the task group approach. They had put together a pretty good force, but it would be no match for her cubes. But more important than the forces at her disposal right now were the forces just on the other side of the transwarp gate. The saboteurs from the Portland had delayed her efforts to bring the gate online, but it would all be for nought. Repairs had been nearly completed and they were only minutes away from activating the transwarp gate and sending a massive invasion force into the Alpha Quadrant.

As she stared up at the screen, she nodded towards one of the drones in her chamber. Pulling some cords down, the drone connected them to the implants on the side of Locasta's head. She would be controlling the defenders of the gate personally.

"We are the Borg," she called out, on all known hailing frequencies. "You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile."

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Transporter Room 1, USS Endeavour.

Inside the transporter room, Dima flicked the rear sight on her weapon up and down. She was trying, but not succeeding, at hiding her anxiety about the mission. This would be by far the most difficult and dangerous challenge that she had ever faced. And the stakes were immense -- success or failure on this mission could determine the fate of the entire quadrant.

Yvette prepared herself for what could well be her final mission. She showed no outward signs of her apprehension, part of her job was making others see only what she wanted them to see and over the years she had become very good at it.

A slip of paper, somehow tucked into one of Yvette's halter straps for her assorted gear and weaponry, slipped out onto the floor of the transporter room. Written in the tiniest of Chinese characters, and then Vulcan script beneath, it read, "We escape the Lion's jaws only to leap daringly into its den." It could only have come from Zhuang Fotu, a poetic way of saying "good luck", or perhaps, "good bye."

Rebecca Victoria McKinnon stepped onto the pad, a variety of EM equipment in a shoulder pack, four transport buffers were slung over her opposite shoulder. and a marine grade phaser pistol at her hip. The Borg would no doubt adapt after a couple of shots but she was not planning to need more than that. She had wrangled her long blonde hair into a ponytail with the exception of a few rebellious strands and looked around excitedly at the others.

Yvette picked up the piece of paper and read it. A smile crossed her features and she whispered in Bajoran "Let us hope we can tame this lion, my friend." She then secured the note in a safe place and let her smile fade.

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Sickbay, USS Portland

"How much longer, Doctor," whispered Maria, holding her best friend's hand as she was in the throes of labour. From now, there was only so much she could do -- Brad would be taking care of the delivery, and she was just there to help make sure Ellen was as comfortable as possible.

“I’m not sure,” replied Brad, over Ellen’s screaming. “She’s almost fully dilated; hopefully he arrives before everything hits the fan in here…”

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Bridge, USS Endeavour

"Approaching safe transporter range in... 5... 4...3....2...1! ... Wez with in transporters range within the safety parameters for an space environment as this." Miracle sang out from her spot at helm. She took a sip of her orange slushie as she took in the vast Borg Complex that was in view and not obscured by the nebula's particles and gases. She quickly conferred with her counterparts aboard their ships. "All ships of ourz fleet are at their assigned position and beaming over their combat troops." Miracle informed the rest of the bridge as she prepped for evasive maneuvers while awaiting the pick-up signal from the Endeavours Away team.

"Lieutenant Swiftpaws, keep us in range of the away teams. We can't lose them before the Portland detonates their weapon." called Commander Byrne from a standing position near the Captain's chair. His vision switched from the viewscreen at the front of the bridge and the small console at his chair's armrest.

"Lieutenant Fotu, keep the smaller Borg ships off of us, fire only when they see us as a threat. We have to keep them distracted so the Portland's group can sneak in," Marcus ordered his Chief of Tactical and the rest of the fleet that had gathered around his ship.

"Tracking," Fotu replied, monitoring his display like a hawk. His expertise was required on the bridge, and he was not selected to join Yvette and the distraction and extraction teams. No complaint came from the warrior-poet, although this did not go without artistic expression elsewhere.

Eahar pressed a button on his chair. "Engineering, divert power to the shields. I want us to last long enough for the away teams to do their thing."

Returning back to his seat, the Commander simply gave the biggest order of his career as a commanding officer, "Lieutenant, take us in. Mr. Zhuang, ready the phasers and torpedoes."

The Canterbury joined several Cardassian Galor class Destroyers as they engaged the Borg spheres.
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Wed Feb 17, 2016 4:55 am

And Unto the Beach, Part I
Various Locations
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Endeavour: Lt. Yvette Beauvoir, Ens. Dima Reda, CPO M'Jart S'Rem (played by Jason Beauvoir)
Portland: Capt. Alenis Meru, Lt. Jason Beauvoir, Lt. Arthur Reynolds
Other: Locasta of Borg (aka Capt. Kate Banninga)


Last time...

Returning back to his seat, the Commander simply gave the biggest order of his career as a commanding officer, "Lieutenant, take us in. Mr. Zhuang, ready the phasers and torpedoes."

The Canterbury joined several Cardassian Galor class Destroyers as they engaged the Borg spheres

And now, the continuation...


USS Portland

"Initiating evasive maneuvers!" Kahnr called out suddenly, sending the Portland into yet another desperate dive. They'd repeated this half a dozen times now on their approach through the nebula, avoiding the anti-proton sweeps that could potentially expose them to the Borg sensors. With the huge amount of power the experimental reactor flooding through the vessel's systems, the old Portland was able to move with nearly the maneuverability of a runabout. The inertial dampers struggled to keep up as the ship twisted off it's original course and ducked just under another one of those pulses, making people need to hang on or buckle up to stay in place. The pilot laughed as the ship shook around them and he picked up on the emotions of surprise, frustration, and even anger for whoever was flying the ship from the crew on the lower decks.

"Sorry about that," Kahnr added, sounding far too cheerful after having tossed everyone about, adjusting their pitch to level things out again. "There's not much warning time between detecting their sweeps and getting out of the way."

Climbing back into her command chair, Alenis looked up at the screen. "Any indication that they've detected us or the Klingons?"

Arthur double-checked the readout, having held on tightly to the console in front of him as the ship bobbed and weaved around the sweeps. It reminded him of his time aboard the pirate ship Orion Dawn, when they did similar maneuvers to avoid being spotted by Federation or Klingon ships. Actually, this was far nicer; the Orion Dawn didn't have inertial dampeners half as strong as ones on the Portland. "None yet, but we're cutting it close. They clearly suspect we're out here, as they've increased the spread and intensity of their scans."

"Thank the Prophets for small miracles, I suppose," muttered Alenis, staring up at the few spheres between the Portland and the transwarp gate. With most of the ships engaging the Endeavour's task group and the Cardassians, Locasta had left only a few spheres between the Portland and the transwarp gate. No sooner had she said that, however, than she felt the ship shudder and come to a halt. She had felt this once before, three years ago on the Gol. A Borg tractor beam.

"Report!" she called out, knowing exactly what to expect. The green glow on the screen meant that the Portland was caught in a tractor beam. Instinctively, she placed a hand on her phaser, flicking off the safety and setting it to its highest setting. She wasn't going to go down without a fight.

"Captain I-" For once, the pilot didn't so relaxed and sure. His mouth had dropped open the moment they'd been caught, disbelief plain on his face. "They scanned us and initiated a tractor beam in less than two seconds!" Kahnr even sounded offended, as if his manoeuvres should have been enough to get them all the way and that the Borg weren't playing fair.

Jason could feel his body prepare itself for battle. It wasn't a new feeling, he'd felt it numerous times before, but this time he was facing the Borg, made this a whole other ball game. “Captain, I’m detecting a build up in energy within the Unicomplex. They’re powering up the transwarp gate. Computer estimates 3.5 minutes before they can establish a stable conduit.” He reported stoically from the Science Console.

"Then we have three minutes to get to the gate," replied Alenis. "Lieutenant Reynolds, fire at will." She took a deep breath; the fact that the Borg hadn't fired a barrage of plasma torpedoes at the Portland meant that she had something that they wanted. Which meant that she knew what was about to happen. "All hands," she said, activating the intercom, "prepare for boarding parties."

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Central Plexus

Inside the Central Plexus, Locasta smiled as she looked up at her screen. The Portland had fallen into her trap. Soon, they would be assimilated, and the greatest mind in the quadrant when it came to dark energy would be part of the collective. The secrets of dark energy would be hers, and nothing would stop the Borg.

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Borg Unicomplex

Upon materializing inside the Borg Unicomplex, Ensign Dima Reda immediately pulled out her tricorder. The Borg drones off in the distance were ignoring them for now, and she had told herself to ignore her urge to start pointing her rifle at them. "It's this way," she whispered, pointing down a corridor. "Let's just hope the other teams are drawing enough of their attention."

Yvette checked her honor blade and phaser rifle. She could smell ozone in the air and hear the hum of machinery. The temperature was a little higher than room temperature, which she found quite pleasant. The light was more subdued than that on the Endeavour. "Indeed, Ensign."

Dima nodded in response as she pressed a few buttons on her tricorder, activating a small dampening field. It wasn't quite a personal cloaking device, but it was the next best thing. They would be all but invisible to Borg internal sensors, a vital component to their plan to infiltrate the central plexus and make it to Locasta. "Dampening field activated," she said, "Stick together, and don't attract any attention. As soon as they realize that we're the main threat, this is all over."

Chief Petty Officer M'Jart Artalu S'Rem, Endeavour's Boatswain surveyed her surroundings with senses of a hunter. Her culture was an odd mixture of hunter/gather and Federation level technology. Her planet's Capital was the only scale settlement, with smaller villages scattered throughout its many jungles. She checked her equipment, including her N'Zhara blades, which if all went to plan, she wouldn't have to use. Satisfied that everything was where it should be, she signalled her readiness to move out.

Taking a deep breath and clutching her rifle, Dima led the way, pushing any hint of nervousness out of her head. The future of the Federation was at stake; this was no time to let emotions and weaknesses get in the way of what had to be done.
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