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|Crew of Deep Space 285|
|Lt. Commander James|
- Mission: Zero Tolerance
- Ship: USS Discovery-C
- Started: 238903.23
- Ended: 238907.15
- 1 Arrival
- 2 New Officer
- 3 Reporting for duty
- 4 Back to work
- 5 Argument
- 6 More Work!
- 7 The Race
- 8 Comfortably Numb
- 9 Time
- 10 Untitled
- 11 The end...
- 12 Hello, Goodbye
- 13 Red Alert
- 14 Physics Lesson
- 15 Ideas
- 16 Plan
- 17 Preparations
- 18 Sabotage
- 19 Experiment
- 20 Rescue
- 21 Zero Hour
- 22 Returning Home
- 23 Updates!
- 24 Offline
- 25 Alcohol
- 26 Docking
- 27 Quarters
- 28 Goodbye
- 29 Promotion
((Cargo Bay 2, USS Discovery C)) :: James' first thought was that he really needed to have a word withwhoever had designed the seating in that shuttle - it had obviously not been designed with humanoids in mind. Ignoring the extensive pain in his back James started to get excited - he was finally out of the academy, no more forced study, no more having to think of convenient excuses to avoid partys... :: :: The shuttle landed in cargo bay 2 with a groan. For a moment, nobody moved. Then, the silence was abruptly broken by the buzz of conversations and laughter raising from the group of excited ensigns all unbuckling as one. James started to free himself as well, relishing the relief when he was finally out of that 'seat'. He remembered that he had to go to the bridge immediately and started to head that way when he heard someone shout his name. :: SHAGAN: T'Pau! JAMES: Ah Cadet, no Ensign Shagan. It is quite the coincidence that we both got posted here. SHAGAN: ::grinning:: I know! I can't believe it myself. JAMES: You should have came to talk to me on the journey. It would have made it much more... bearable. SHAGAN: Well if I'd seen you, I would have. Shame, right? It would have been nice to make conversation, might have made it faster. JAMES: Quite. It would have been interesting to know what you have done since our training exercise. :: They started to walk together towards the checkpoint. James was glad that he would know at least one person on board. :: ((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) :: After reaching the checkpoint James & Telice chatted for a bit before heading off to their separate ways. James headed to the Turbolift and rode it to the Bride. He was quite impressed with how fast it ran... He'd have to have words with the ships engineer! :: JAMES: Ensign James reporting for duty sir.
((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) JAMES: Ensign James reporting for duty sir. WESTERBRIDGE: Oh. I see. OO I should talk with FO Blueheart Oo Please come with me. :: Tom then approached the FO Blueheart :: WESTERBRIDGE: Sir, a new officer is trying to report for duty. This is ensign James. Blueheart: [Tag] JAMES: I shall sir. WESTERBRIDGE: All right, sir.. :: turns to James :: Welcome aboard, ensign James JAMES: Thank you, sir. If it is alright I would like to start my duity immediately, where is the Ops station? ANYONE: [Tag] James: Thank you. :: James heads over to the Ops console and sits down before it. He takes a second to read the display and as far as he is aware everything is within ordinary limits, of course he would have to ask at some point about the ships 'quirks' but they where all within ordinary Starfleet limits. :: 0o I shall have to find my counterpart at some point... 0o
Reporting for duty
((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) JAMES: Thank you, sir. If it is aright I would like to start my duty immediately, where is the Ops station? BLUEHEART: ::pointing:: Over there. JAMES: Thank you. BLUEHEART: ::to James:: Keep monitoring the commchannel between the Achilles and the Discovery. Make sure there are no interruptions. We are in the midst of exchanging vital data, including data on the plague which would be very useful to Dr Aven. JAMES: Aye, Sir. BLUEHEART: After you've accomplished that, I'm inviting you to join our small discussion ::nodding towards the task force:: because your opinions count. JAMES: Oh... Thank you Sir. BLUEHEART: When you're done, I'll introduce you to the others. Carry on, Mr James. JAMES: Certainly Sir. :: James looks down at the comm panel to look at the progress of the transfer. It appearers to be running smoothly although a slight variance on packet #995 concerned him slightly, but the ships computer should correct that. He sets the panel to alert him when it is complete and joins the task force. :: ANYONE: [Tag]
Back to work
((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) VALDIVIA: We are not THAT old. It's just that each pip ages you more than a year. BLUEHEART: ::sighing, draping an arm on the CSO's shoulders:: After all this is over, let the both of us reflect on our `younger' days over a bottle of vintage Catalan wine of your choosing. VALDIVIA: Seems good for me. I'm going to need it. SHAGAN: I hope many of us will get to partake, Sir. 0o A party-like thing! Well I suppose it couldn't hurt... 0o JAMES: A get together may help us new officers to integrate with the crew, Sir. ::Blueheart turned to LtCmdr Valdivia, but she had started to walk away.:: VALDIVIA: I have something to do. I'll join you later. BLUEHEART: ::puzzled and amused:: O-kay… ::turning back to the medical officer and Ops ensign:: Yeah, why not? During shore leave, perhaps? I'll see to it that Mr Cogud remembers he's still in possession of a barrel of bloodwine. 0o Bloodwine! Why I never. 0o JAMES: That would be most... interesting. SHAGAN: [Tag} BLUEHEART: ::chuckling:: But before we party like it's 2999, I owe the chief science officer a private date. ::He cast a glance at the fleeting shadow of LtCmdr Valdivia.:: My ex-Counsellor senses are picking up a strange vibe from him… Something's on his mind, and I don't just mean the mission. JAMES: I hope that he recovers swiftly. SHAGAN: [Tag] BLUEHEART: ::laughing:: No, I doubt it's because of the old-people jokes. … oO Is it?? … Oo JAMES: I tend to find that Humans are either deeply and noticeably offended by such jokes, or are not at all... It is quite... fascinating. SHAGAN: [Tag] BLUEHEART: ::clasping both hands:: Okay, back to business. Mr James, is the comms signal still strong? :: James does a quick look to confirm what he already knew - he had the system setup to alert him to any drop in signal strength. :: JAMES: Very, sir. It appearers to have increased slightly. BLUEHEART: Excellent. We need auxiliary power on standby in case we encounter atmospheric interference or if the signal strength wanes. Because we're going to retrieve and analyse the medical data next. You may have to reroute power from… oO Let's see how creative he is! Oo elsewhere. :: James looks down at his console and tries to find somewhere that can spare power :: JAMES: There appearers to be excess power in the Secondary/Aft Tractor Beam Control and Emitter. It won't be quite enough to create a comfortable margin, but if I drain this then I should be able to have minimal impact on the other systems. In the event that we need a aft Tractor Beam, then I should be able to redirect power within :: Looks down at screen for conformation :: 10.68 seconds. BLUEHEART: Dr Shagan, review the medical data from the Achilles. Analyse the symptomatology, the disease progression and especially the lab results. Go through all their research and progress to see just how close they were to a cure. Organize all this data for Dr Aven to review later. SHAGAN: [Tag] BLUEHEART: While you're at it, any idea you may have regarding how to beat this disease, I'll be more than willing to hear you out. ::to both Ensigns Shagan and James:: This is a team effort, people, and we are more than a team. 0o Could that come in use? ...It couldn't hurt. :: JAMES: I'm afraid that I'm no doctor, but I did read a paper on Genetic modification systems recently and it stated that most leave a distinct signature. If this plague is man-made, than it may be useful to try to find out its signature - if it indeed has one. SHAGAN [Tag]
((Bridge, USS-Discovery-C)) JAMES: I'm afraid that I'm no doctor, but I did read a paper on Genetic modification systems recently and it stated that most leave a distinct signature. If this plague is man-made, than it may be useful to try to find out its signature -if it indeed has one. SHAGAN: Obviously. ::Coldly:: Vulcan’s don't really study man-made diseases though, do they? JAMES: It is Vulcan nature to study everything, so that we may understand it. SHAGAN: ::shrugging:: I don't think there are many Vulcan medical officers on the fleet, that's all. JAMES: You would be quite surprised. Vulcan's take a great many positions, the study of medicine is no exception to this. SHAGAN: ::Annoyed:: I see. ::Turning to First Officer Blueheart:: I will have to go to the medical lab to conduct the research, Sir. I have to go through the infected medical files. oO And I have to calm down. Oo Permission to leave the bridge, Sir? BLUEHEART: [tag] SHAGAN: Thank you, Sir.
((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) BLUEHEART: ::nodding:: Granted. ::He sighed.:: SHAGAN: Thank you, Sir. ::She turned and left the Bridge.:: BLUEHEART: ::turning to the ensign at the Ops/Comm station and smiling uncomfortably:: So, James… Um.. stream the data to Sickbay so both Drs Aven and Shagan can analyse it. Alert me of any power fluctuations in the signal strength immediately, understood? JAMES: Certainly sir. I have already made the data available to Dr Aven and when you requested Dr Shagan to the bridge I started preparations to make it available to Dr Shagan. It should be completed... :: Looks down at screen. :: Now, Sir. BLUEHEART: James, tell me about this paper you read. Better still, if you could locate a copy, forward it to my PADD. JAMES: I think it should be with my things I'll send you a copy when I get... :: Blueheart held up a finger to James, presumably to silence him. :: BLUEHEART: Hold that thought a second. WESTERBRIDGE: Sir, Lt. Sharpe told me that Ensign Luciano was confined to his quarters for trying to assault Zero in the Sick Bay. BLUEHEART: ::surprised:: What?! ::annoyed:: How the hell is he going to bodyguard me if he's confined to quarters?! JAMES: I imagine that it would be most difficult. :: James said with the briefest of curves along the edge of his mouth. :: WESTERBRIDGE: [Tag] BLUEHEART: ::to Ensign Westerbridge:: Sorry, ensign, didn't mean to exhibit some agitation. It's just that… never mind. WESTERBRIDGE: [Tag] BLUEHEART: Thanks, ensign. ::smiling:: I appreciate your thoughtfulness. And thank you for informing me. 0o I hope that Telice isn't upset with me... 0o WESTERBRIDGE: [Tag] BLUEHEART: What's the situation in Sickbay? Is everything under control? 0o I mean, its her fault... I know she dislikes Vulcans but that's no reason to make quips like that... 0o WESTERBRIDGE: [Tag] BLUEHEART: You're doing a great job, Mr Westerbridge. Continue your surveillance. Let me know of any updates. 0o When I'm off duty I shall have to go apologise... 0o WESTERBRIDGE: response BLUEHEART: ::turning back to Ensign James:: Now, where were we? :: James snaps to attention. :: 0o My mind wasn't wandering, Sir... I heard every word of that! Really! 0o JAMES: I was just saying that I have a copy of the paper in my quarters 0o I hope... No, starfleet tends to be competent enough to actually deliver my stuff to the right place... unlike the ones at the Academy... 0o and as soon as I have a free moment, I shall send you a copy. Unless this takes priority, Sir? BLUEHEART: [Tag]
(OCC: Sorry, for any mistakes, I'm typing this on my phone.) ((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) VARAS =/\=Varas to James=/\= JAMES =/\=James here sir=/\= VARAS =/\=PO 2nd Class D'ona Helron has died from complications from the plague. The symbiot is still alive. You need to find a Trill within the next few hours to be a host.=/\= JAMES =/\=Have you informed the captain, Sir?=/\= VARAS ::angrily and frustrated::NO! The CO does not know yet. She just died! I don't have time for Starfleet protocol. Tell the FO if you want. You need to do what ever they taught you at Starfleet Academy and use that fancy equipment of yours and get me a Trill here NOW!=/\= JAMES =/\=I shall have to inform Commander Blueheart first, Sir.=/\= VARAS =/\=I don't care. Just find a Trill that is hopefully trained to be joined. Varas Out.=/\= 0o Where am I going to find a Trill that's ready to join! Oo BLUEHEART: [Tag] JAMES: It was Ensign Varas, Sir. Mrs Helron has just died. ANYONE: [Tag] JAMES: I have been requested to find a new host for her symbiot. With your permission I would like to prioritize this task. :: Without waiting for a reply, James returns focus to his station. He was well aware of the the value of the Trill symbiots and was not willing to let even a single one expire :: :: After minutes of frantic searching, James finally found a suitable match... there was only one flaw... :: JAMES: Sir, I have found a replacement host... there is only one problem. ANYONE: [Tag] JAMES: She is 2 Hours away, if she travels within Federation limits. BLUEHEART: [Tag] JAMES: I have already taken the liberty of requesting Starfleet authorize full warp. I should be hearing back from them soon. I realise I should have gone through proper protocols, but as time was of the essence, I decided it was not logical to delay through them. I will accept any formal punishment as a result of my actions, Sir.
((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) :: James was double checking the route power takes to main deflector when he was interrupted by a loud exclamation from the science station :: VALDIVIA: =/\= Nickles did what? =/\= Ops! JAMES: Yes, sir. VALDIVIA: Get a lock on Nickles, in sickbay. That's Ensign Luciano. Have a transporter ready to beam him... to his quarters if needed. :: James looks down at the Ops console trying to find Nickles... The Com panel was slightly different than he was used to, but when he found it its location seemed to make more sense. :: JAMES: Transporter locked on. ::Blueheart intentionally eavesdropped on the conversation in stunned silence.:: VALDIVIA: =/\= Captain, we have a lock on Nickles. If needed we will beam him away from Zero. =/\= ::Blueheart waited patiently for the CSO to conclude his conversation with the CO, displaying a bewildered look upon his face when LtCmdr Valdivia turned to speak to him.:: VALDIVIA: They brought Zero to sickbay. Nickles was there being treated and... he just snapped and attacked him. BLUEHEART: ::groaning aloud and shaking his head disappointedly:: oO Why am I not surprised?! Oo Let Security handle the situation. ::shoulders drooping:: Thanks for informing me, John. 0o "Why am I not surprised"... What have I let myself in for... 0o VALDIVIA: Anyway... I also though we need a medical officer. If we are moving
((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) BLUEHEART: ::glancing at his chronometer:: Well, why don't you tell me everything you know about this She then? JAMES: I was lucky to find a trained trill firstly. Secondly, her name is Fenna Fax and she is currently at the Deep Space 284. I am polling for her record now, but I have communicated with the Symbiosis Commission, who have agreed and recommended her. I have also requested her record from them... Once again, I apologise for not asking your permission, but it did not make logical sense. In the time it would have take to go through official channels, the symbiot may have died. BLUEHEART: ::weary:: I will ignore your unconventional methods for now, James. My brain is working beyond its physiological capacity so I can only process bits and pieces of information at a time. JAMES: Thank you, Sir. BLUEHEART: The ship that's bringing this Fenna Fax to rendezvous with us.. what is it? JAMES: I believe it's the USS :: looks down at screen :: Valiant. BLUEHEART: I see. What's their ETA now? JAMES: Their latest telemetry suggests 1 hour 40 minutes. BLUEHEART: What, can't they go any faster? JAMES: I believe their Chief Engineer is attempting that right now. BLUEHEART: ::wringing his hands:: It might not be soon enough. Inform Medical of our status regarding the arrival of Miss Fenna Fax and to be prepared for… potential emergencies.. Also, keep me posted regarding the status of the symbiont. Liaise with Medical. JAMES: Aye, Sir. ::A shadow fell across the floor of the Bridge. Blueheart turned around in his seat.:: BLUEHEART: ::glancing at his PADD:: ::He dropped the device onto his seat.:: GRELL: Warrant Officer Grell, here sir, I have been ordered to fill in at the helm. BLUEHEART: ::nodding respectfully and smiling diplomatically:: Welcome to the Bridge, Warrant Officer Grell. ::extending an arm gracefully to indicate the location of the station:: Take your station, Mr Grell. GRELL: Thank you sir ::turning to the FO when he reached the station:: Sir, on a personal note, may I say I have been looking forward to piloting one of these magnificent ships for a quite a while sir BLUEHEART: ::eyes bright, grinning:: Treat her right and she won't disappoint you… Define `quite a while', if you don't mind. GRELL: Sir, where is the Senior Helmsman? BLUEHEART: ::suddenly somber:: He's unwell. GRELL: Oh the Plague... Understood sir SHAGAN: =/\= Doctor Shagan to the bridge. =/\= BLUEHEART: ::tapping his commbadge swiftly:: =/\= Blueheart here. Go ahead, Dr Shagan. =/\= oO I pray it's not news of more deaths! Oo SHAGAN: =/\= I am on my way to operate Petty Off- to rescue the symbiont while we can. Have you found a host? =/\= JAMES: =/\= We have indeed, she should be here within a maximum of 2 hours. =/\= SHAGAN: =/\= Two hours?! That's too long! =/\= JAMES: =/\= We are trying to get her here sooner, but I can't guarantee anything. =/\= SHAGAN: =/\= I understand, but I can't work miracles. Please direct this Fenna Fax to me as soon as she arrives. =/\= BLUEHEART: =/\= My orders exactly. Oh, Dr Shagan. I appreciate all that you're doing, with the plague and now with the symbiont. I'm glad we have you on board, doctor. =/\= SHAGAN: =/\= Thank you. Shagan out. =/\= BLUEHEART: ::to Ensign James:: Ensure adequate power on standby for the Medical team when the time comes to sustaining the symbiont long enough for the joining. I'm not exactly certain what's the longest time a symbiont has lived after its host has died. Anything regarding this from your vast reading? JAMES: Transferring power now Sir... ::Pushes a few buttons on his panel :: I'm afraid I don't know much more about the Trill than is common knowledge, but the Dax symbiont was outside the body for several hours after the Death of its host on Deep Space 9. BLUEHEART: Anything in the Vulcan archives regarding symbionts in emergency situations,.. ::cynical:: like the host dying from an incurable plague, for instance… JAMES: Actually, yes. Not so much plagues, but in regards to incurable diseases, in 235...
((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) ::Blueheart's commbadge chirped.:: TIAN: =/\=Tian to FO=/\= BLUEHEART: Excuse me, Tom. ::tapping his commbadge:: =/\= Blueheart here. Go ahead, Meng. =/\= TIAN: =/\=Raj, I know you are busy but I need your superb , galaxy renowned, just perfectly the best Counsellor skills as Counsellor right now.=/\= BLUEHEART: ::stifling a chuckle:: =/\= What's the catch? =/\= ::Tian briefed the counsellor on all of the details:: TIAN: =/\=Raj, I am not saying he is going to destroy the ship, though I seriously would not put it past him. But he has plans for after he deals with Hawke that he is not telling us. Any thoughts on how I or we should proceed? My gut says he is still a danger.=/\= BLUEHEART: =/\=So does mine. But this algorithm of yours.. what is----=/\= ::He was cut short.:: TIAN: =/\=OK Raj. Can you please brief SCPO Risette on what you just told me. She was out of earshot for a bit and I need to be in Security. She knows where I am if she needs to reach me.=/\= BLUEHEART: oO Sheesh! Oo =/\= Okay. =/\= RISETTE: =/\= response =/\= BLUEHEART: =/\= This is he. Go ahead. =/\= RISETTE: =/\= response =/\= BLUEHEART: ::sighing:: =/\= Just between you and me, SCPO Risette, I didn't understand this so-called algorithm of Meng's. Run it by me again? Without all the mathematical equations and jargon this time? =/\= RISETTE: =/\= response =/\= 0o Well, for once I'll be the one interrupting a conversation... 0o JAMES: Sir, pardon my interruption but the USS Valiant has arrived. It appearers that they managed to get Warp 8, making the journey much faster, 24.972973 minutes, if my calculations are correct. ((OOC I actually calculated that from http://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php?title=Warp_Speed_Chart !)) BLUEHEART: [Tag] JAMES: Aye, Sir. JAMES: =/\= ((OOC Would I use these for a inter-ship communication??)) USS Discovery to USS Valiant. USS Valiant please transport Miss Fax directly to sickbay. =/\= JAMES: =/\= James to sickbay, Miss Shagan, Miss Fax has arrived. Please stand by for her arrival. =/\=
((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) :: The helmsman turns to face James :: GRELL: Ensign James, is it? JAMES: Yes, it is indeed. What is your name? GRELL: Warrant Officer Grell, been in Starfleet 14 years JAMES: 14 years... 0o That's a long time! 0o I've only just joined this ship from the academy. Are you the ship's helmsman? GRELL: No, I am just filling in for Ensign... Cogud I think. JAMES: Ah. GRELL: Good new about the plague don't you think? :: James was overjoyed by the news. James was hard pressed to find a time where he felt more jocular! He was absolutely ecstatic, exuberant in his thoughts and generally quite happy. He longed to jump and shout, he was part of a crew responsible for saving millions of lives potentially! :: JAMES: :: In a exceptionally flat voice :: Yes, quite.
((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) COGUD: Captain, permission to return to duty? WALTAS: RESPONSE COGUD: Thank you sir ::Cogud approached the helm, sitting in his seat was a Bolian, as Cogud got closer, the Bolian stood up:: COGUD: Excuse me, have we met? GRELL: No, I am Warrant Officer Grell, 14 years of service to starfleet, you must be Ensign... COGUD: Cogud, Ensign Jorus Cogud GRELL: Thats it, I just kept your seat warm for you ::Smiling:: COGUD: Well then Mr. Grell, I relieve you of your duties ::Grinning:: GRELL: Thank you... Sir COGUD: Perhaps a drink is in order when I am off duty? GRELL: Perhaps James: Goodbye, Mr. Grell. COGUD: Hello, I do not believe we have met ::Extending his hand to the Vulcan:: :: James takes the hand in a firm handshake. :: JAMES: Ah, you must be the regular Helmsman... It is... nice to meet you. My name is James. COGUD: Nice to meet you Mr. James, I am Ensign Jorus Cogud, but you can call me Jorus, or Cogud, or Mr. Cogud, or anything else you deem fit ::Smiling:: JAMES: Certainly, Mr. Cogud. I look foward to working with you.
((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) ::Moments after the Captain had returned to the Bridge, the tactical console let out an incessant spine-tingling warning sound.:: WALTAS: They can't be serious. BLUEHEART: Orders, Sir? WALTAS: Battlestations. :: James rushed to bring up as much information as he could on his screen. He needed to view everything from the shields power levels, to the communication channels around the ship, yesterday. BLUEHEART: Aye, Sir! BLUEHEART: ::standing up:: Commander Mitchell! You're well! Boy, am I glad to see you! MITCHELL: Someone slap the big red button! BLUEHEART: ::perplexed:: But why, Sir? MITCHELL: Cause we're about ten seconds from having torpedoes flying at us! BLUEHEART: ::hastily:: Understood, Sir. ::After the Captain initiated red alert, Blueheart opened a ship wide hail.:: BLUEHEART: =/\= Attention all hands! This is First Officer Blueheart. Man your battlestations! =/\= WALTAS: Mitchell lock our weapons on the Valiant and prepare to fire. MITCHELL: response WALTAS: Mr. James, signal the Valiant. Let's see if they're willing to talk. JAMES: Broadcasting on all available frequency... now, sir. WALTAS: ::leaning forward:: They're trying to drop our shields. Too bad I don't have the command codes. 0o What now... Who the *** does!! 0o JAMES: :: In a surprised voice :: Say what! .... :: Returning to his flat, normal voice :: Sir. WALTAS: A precaution I took before we started the mission, Ensign. Are they responding? JAMES: Still, nothing... I'll try to umm... *encourage* them to answer. 0o I seem to remember there is a way to force them to respond... 0o WALTAS: ::turning to Helm:: Mr. Cogud, welcome back to the bridge. COGUD: response WALTAS: No. This ship does not move regardless of what the Valiant attempts to do. Mr. James, reinforce our shields. Place the remaining power at Commander Valdivia's discretion. I won't surrender the Achilles no matter what they try to do. :: James suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. As soon as the alert sounded, he had transferred the energy reserve to defensive systems and weapons. :: JAMES: Shields at 100%, sir. WALTAS: Mitchell, target their weapons and shields. MITCHELL: response BLUEHEART: oO How the hell did we end up in this situation?! Oo :: Suddenly, our hails where answered. A image of the ships deck flickered onto the screen. James lent back down to his panel, attempting to improve the image. :: WALTAS: ::nodding to Mitchell to disarm Discovery's weapons, he turned to Ensign James:: Prepare for transport. Send him to the security area just outside the brig. I think Mr. Hawke will be rather surprised to see him. Have Commander Ghyurn meet him there. JAMES: Aye, Sir. WALTAS: Commander Blueheart, you have the bridge. Work with the Valiant's crew to assist in rescuing the Achilles. I want her back in orbit so we can begin administering the cure. BLUEHEART: ::standing up, at attention:: Yes, Sir! ::Blueheart turned to the Bridge crew after the Captain exited the Bridge.:: BLUEHEART: What's the status of the Achilles? James: She is still on the planet. BLUEHEART: How long before she's in orbit? ANYONE: response BLUEHEART: ::shaking his head and frowning:: Not good enough. We have to get her up in half that time. ANYONE: response BLUEHEART: ::to James:: Hail the Valiant. ::pause, softly:: Then get me Engineering and Science. JAMES: Aye, Sir. BLUEHEART: Hello, I'm Raj Blueheart, First Officer of the Discovery. Let's work together to bring the Achilles back into orbit. She has many ill and dying and we have to cure them as soon as possible. I'm thinking combined tractor beams? VALIANT: response James: Umm, Sir the two would work against each other. It would have the net result of no beams...
((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) James: Umm, Sir the two would work against each other. It would have the net result of no beams... COGUD: Reminds me of rule 208, sometimes the only thing more dangerous than a question is an answer, James what would happen if we put a third tractor beam into the mix, would that counteract the counteraction? JAMES: I don't actually know... As far as I'm aware its never been tested... But it shouldn't work according to know physics. The two beams don't work as they are each operating at different frequencys, so the two cancel. A third should do the same, unfortunately the beams can't be the same frequency due to the Uncertainty Principal, and a Hesinberg compensator would also negate the effect of the tractor beam. COGUD: ::Turning to the Vulcan at ops:: James, remind me of rule 111 if we do get the Achilles out of orbit ::Smiling:: JAMES: Frengi? I still haven't got around to reading those.... COGUD: Treat people in your debt like family... exploit them ::grinning:: JAMES: ... Fascinating. ((OCC Note, the above physics lecture is actually true, there is experimental work on attraction beams, and there are already repulsion beams that work by energizing electrons with exact quantum frequencys!))
((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) VALDIVIA: What's the situation? BLUEHEART/ANYONE: response VALDIVIA: Then why the red alert? BLUEHEART: response VALDIVIA: They what? Wow... are they willing to help now? BLUEHEART: response VALDIVIA: Alright... less than 2 hours then. Ideas? ANYONE: response VALDIVIA: Ok... I see three phases. One is getting them out of the surface. I don't think their engines will help here, because they are stuck. I think we could use the tractor beams of the probes. If each one pulls the Achilles in its direction, the total resulting force (after certain calculations) will be upwards. ANYONE: response VALDIVIA: Second phase, transit. This will need a fair effort from their engines, and probably help from our Bussard Collectors, as Rogg has done before. They'll have to use their own deflector dish to keep the storm at bay. I think this is the most delicate part. ANYONE: response VALDIVIA: Finally, once in the outer atmosphere, we will tow her out with our tractor beams. Hopefully she will already be past the storm. Doubts? JAMES: Wouldn't using multiple tractor beams violate the Uncertainty principal? VALDIVIA: Although that's technically true when using a tractor beam in a small object, particularly at an atomic level, on big ships we can aim them at different parts of the ship. But you are right, if we aimed at the same section, the effects will probably compensate. However, if we pull from the dish, and they pull from the nacelles, we won't have this problem. It will put some strain in their hull, but we are talking about a Galaxy. Their integrity field will hold. JAMES: But the integrity field is a singular wave. It would still violate... 0o Wait... would that work... 0o JAMES: :: In a rather excited tone. :: Hesinberg Compensators! ANYONE: JAMES: :: Endeavoring to keep his voice flat, but rather failing. :: If we where to re-route they're main shields power through the Transporter controls, then the Hesinberg Compensators, should turn them into particles, due to they're secondary Duality effect which should be most prominent in the transporters as that's thire primary use. By creating a particle shield as opposed to a wave, we can latch onto the shield and lift it up, without violating the Uncertainty principal. If we where to use Multiphasic beams we should also be able to pull it up a lot more easily.... ((OOC: Will backsim any more discussion.)) VALDIVIA: Ok, I already simulated the first part. Although your idea about the multiphasic beams could enhance the effect. 0o My 3rd year project might be useful here... 0o JAMES: I should have a model of them from my Academy days... I'll have a go at running the data through them as well.... VALDIVIA: Vedra, could you run a simmulation on the second part? Use the readings from Rogg's ascension for the effect of the Bussard Collectors. VEDRA: response VALDIVIA: Finally, for the last part, we better contact the Valiant and tell them. Commander? BLUEHEART: response :: That being said, he was returning to the science station, when the turbolift opened and the doctor from before appeared. She looked surprised for a moment, and then asked. :: SHAGAN: ::awkwardly:: ... I take it you don't need a medical officer on the bridge? VALDIVIA: Actually, you arrive at the most perfect time. We are getting the Achilles out of there. Two hours tops... :: he looked at the sensors with a dark expression. :: Actually, they don't have two hours. And hour and a half. Once there, they will be needing the cure. Could you make sure everything is ready?
((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) BLUEHEART: I'm sure it is… So what's the plan? Do we need to run a simulation ? COGUD: Sounds like we should, it seems like a lot could go wrong JAMES: Simulations are always logical. BLUEHEART: We need to run this hypothesis by the Valiant. Are we working with Science and Engineering on the Valiant as well? We should. COGUD: Sir I have a bad feeling about the Valiant, this whole situation seems odd, I can't explain it, I have a gut feeling VEDRA: I hate to intrude, Sir, James, Cogud. But sensors are picking up an increase in ionic activity in the planet's upper atmosphere. BLUEHEART: ::murmuring:: Great! ::to Vedra:: Source? VEDRA: A natural plasma storm, Sir. ::pause:: But it's a big one. And it's picking up, Sir. BLUEHEART: Right. Okay, people. That's our cue. We better get the Achilles up before the storm activity reaches a level where it'll be impossible to compensate for the ionic flux without blowing out a nacelle. And that's not even considering what that amount of radiation will do to the crews of both ships. ::turning to Vedra again:: Can you extrapolate when the storm will reach critical activity? VEDRA: I can. We have approximately 1 hours and 56 minutes to get both ourselves and the Achilles to a safe distance so as not to be affected by it. BLUEHEART: =/\= Bridge to LtCmdr Valdivia and Lt Rogg. =/\= VALDIVIA/ROGG/FRYE: =/\= responses =/\= BLUEHEART: =/\= We need your help on the Bridge urgently. Blueheart out. =/\= ::turning to face the Bridge crew with a grim face:: You heard Mr Vedra. We have less than two hours to get the Achilles into orbit. We can do this, people! JAMES/ANYONE: response COGUD: Sir, if you don't mind I'll get Mr. Grell up hear, he said he has been in Starfleet for 14 years, he may have some ideas if he is so... Experienced. ::Blueheart nodded in agreement.:: COGUD: Thank you sir. =/\= Cogud to Grell, report to the bridge =/\= GRELL: =/\= I am on my way ... sir =/\= COGUD: =/\= Good to hear, Cogud out =/\=, Sir I recommend we send the Achilles the cure now. ::Blueheart frowned in disbelief and arched a skeptical eyebrow.:: MITCHELL: Raj, it would help if they had as many hands as they could. But I don't think Commander Cook will just accept that we came up with a cure. She'd have to hear it from someone she trusts. Someone like say me. She knows I had the plague, and now she'll be able to see I'm cured. BLUEHEART: I'm inclined to agree with you, Sir. ::He shot Ensign Cogud a fleeting, inconspicuous, sideways glance.:: But the atmosphere... the interference... do we have time? ... ::He scratched his chin again.:: MITCHELL: Well Lt Rogg and I have the most experience in dealing with the atmosphere. And I'd say we've really got about half the time your thinking. BLUEHEART: ::furrows in his brow deepening:: Your suggestion, Sir? MITCHELL: The Achilles' crew was working diligently on repairs as they could. If we flood the atmosphere using our ram scoops as they launch, like John did for Rogg and I's ascent, it would reduce the pressure on her. Then once she got high enough, we could try the dual tractor beam idea. Physically yank her the rest of the way out. BLUEHEART: ::pensive:: It could work. It could actually work. There's no time for a simulation so we'd just have to jump right in and keep our fingers crossed. MITCHELL: It's going to depend if she has enough power to break free of the surface. BLUEHEART: In case she doesn't, is there any way we can help her with that? Augment her power somehow? MITCHELL/ANYONE: response ::The CSO stepped onto the Bridge.:: VALDIVIA: What's the situation? BLUEHEART: We need to get the Achilles into orbit like, yesterday. VALDIVIA: Then why the red alert? BLUEHEART: The Valiant tried to disable our defenses. VALDIVIA: They what? Wow... are they willing to help now? BLUEHEART: Yes. VALDIVIA: Alright... less than 2 hours then. Ideas? ::Blueheart related to him Cmdr Mitchell's idea.:: VALDIVIA: Ok... I see three phases. One is getting them out of the surface. I don't think their engines will help here, because they are stuck. I think we could use the tractor beams of the probes. If each one pulls the Achilles in its direction, the total resulting force (after certain calculations) will be upwards. ANYONE: response VALDIVIA: Second phase, transit. This will need a fair effort from their engines, and probably help from our Bussard Collectors, as Rogg has done before. They'll have to use their own deflector dish to keep the storm at bay. I think this is the most delicate part. ANYONE: response VALDIVIA: Finally, once in the outer atmosphere, we will tow her out with our tractor beams. Hopefully she will already be past the storm. Doubts? JAMES: Wouldn't using multiple tractor beams violate the Uncertainty principal? VALDIVIA: Although that's technically true when using a tractor beam in a small object, particularly at an atomic level, on big ships we can aim them at different parts of the ship. But you are right, if we aimed at the same section, the effects will probably compensate. However, if we pull from the dish, and they pull from the nacelles, we won't have this problem. It will put some strain in their hull, but we are talking about a Galaxy. Their integrity field will hold. JAMES: But the integrity field is a singular wave. It would still violate... Hesinberg Compensators! ANYONE: response JAMES: If we where to re-route they're main shields power through the Transporter controls, then the Hesinberg Compensators, should turn them into particles, due to they're secondary Duality effect which should be most prominent in the transporters as that's thire primary use. By creating a particle shield as opposed to a wave, we can latch onto the shield and lift it up, without violating the Uncertainty principal. If we where to use Multiphasic beams we should also be able to pull it up a lot more easily.... VALDIVIA: Ok, I already simulated the first part. Although your idea about the multiphasic beams could enhance the effect. JAMES: I should have a model of them from my Academy days... I'll have a go at running the data through them as well.... VALDIVIA: Vedra, could you run a simulation on the second part? Use the readings from Rogg's ascension for the effect of the Bussard Collectors. VEDRA: Aye, Sir. ::He immediately got to work.:: VALDIVIA: Finally, for the last part, we better contact the Valiant and tell them. Commander? BLUEHEART: On it. ::He hailed the Valiant and briefed the Bridge crew on the CSO's plans.:: ::The turbolift doors hissed open once again.:: SHAGAN: ::awkwardly:: ... I take it you don't need a medical officer on the bridge? VALDIVIA: Actually, you arrive at the most perfect time. We are getting the Achilles out of there. Two hours tops... :: he looked at the sensors with a dark expression. :: Actually, they don't have two hours. And hour and a half. Once there, they will be needing the cure. Could you make sure everything is ready? ::Words were flying around, a few Telice understood but most of it was beyond her. The crew was working on getting that other ship back in orbit. Unwilling to be in the way, she was about to turn around and leave when someone actually answered her question.:: VALDIVIA: Actually, you arrive at the most perfect time. We are getting the Achilles out of there. Two hours tops... ::he looked somber:: Actually, they don't have two hours. And hour and a half. Once there, they will be needing the cure. Could you make sure everything is ready? SHAGAN: ::recognizing the CSO she had met on her first day:: Of course, Sir. Will we be beaming the supplies on board the Achilles? With your permission Sir, I don't know how much of their crew is infected, but I would like to mount a medical party to beam with the supplies. I'm sure they could use all the extra hands. VALDIVIA/BLUEHEART: [tag] SHAGAN: Very well, Sir.
((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) ::Dr Shagan showed up unexpectedly on the Bridge.:: VALDIVIA: Actually, you arrive at the most perfect time. We are getting the Achilles out of there. Two hours tops... ::sombre:: Actually, they don't have two hours. And hour and a half. Once there, they will be needing the cure. Could you make sure everything is ready? SHAGAN: Of course, Sir. Will we be beaming the supplies on board the Achilles? With your permission Sir, I don't know how much of their crew is infected, but I would like to mount a medical party to beam with the supplies. I'm sure they could use all the extra hands. BLUEHEART: But with this impending plasma storm and elevated radiation levels, I'm not too sure it's a good id---- VALDIVIA: Good. Have them ready and await orders. We don't have much time. SHAGAN: Very well, Sir. ::Dr Shagan was off the Bridge quite as abruptly as she had stepped onto it. Blueheart continued to oversee the situation, only vaguely aware of LtCmdr Valdivia receiving a hail from Ensign Frye. He eavesdropped politely on the conversation.:: FRYE: =/\= Frye to Commander Valdivia =/\= VALDIVIA: =/\= Go ahead. =/\= FRYE: =/\= Sir, if I can use a shuttle craft and borrow a pilot, I can rig a portable multiphase tractor beam. This will help reduce the problem of getting the Achilles off the surface so our ships beams can pull her out of the atmosphere. =/\= VALDIVIA: =/\= That could work. How much time would you need? =/\= FRYE: =/\= An hour tops, Sir =/\= VALDIVIA: ::turning to Blueheart:: What do you say? It can be very helpful, but we already lost a shuttle. BLUEHEART: ::running a hand through his hair:: Do you think it will help? ::There was a tinge of frustration in his voice.:: VALDIVIA: I think it will help in the last phase. But still, I would make very clear to the pilot that they must not under any circumstances enter the atmosphere. BLUEHEART: ::checking the chronometer obsessively:: The clock is ticking… Okay. ::He nodded sombrely.:: VALDIVIA: Mitchell, you know the pilots and the shuttles. Recommendations for both? MITCHELL: response VALDIVIA: Well, then, Commander. What will it be? BLUEHEART: If Cmdr Mitchell is okay with it, then I'm okay with it. ::He smiled gratefully at the CTO.:: Let's do it. ::tapping his commbadge:: =/\= Blueheart to Ensign Frye. =/\= FRYE: =/\= response =/\= BLUEHEART: =/\= I've approved your plan for the portable multiphase tractor beam. Discuss with Cmdr Mitchell with regards to the pilot. =/\= FRYE: =/\= response =/\= SHAGAN: =/\= Commander Blueheart, this is doctor Shagan. =/\= BLUEHEART: =/\= Blueheart here. Go ahead, doctor. =/\= SHAGAN: =/\= Commander, I strongly recommend that counsellor Collim join the beaming party. Her skills will be needed on the Achilles. =/\= BLUEHEART: =/\= Recommendation approved. =/\= SHAGAN: =/\= Copy that. Shagan out. =/\= ::Blueheart was finally able to seat himself and stretch out his weary legs. The CSO approached him.:: VALDIVIA: I wouldn't like to sound catastrophic... but I think they should bring two security officers. BLUEHEART: Hmm. Yes, a tad extreme. Explain. VALDIVIA: The Achilles crew could be very desperate. The idea of a cure could generate chaos. BLUEHEART: Logical. But they are Starfleet officers after all… And we still have a shapeshifter and that b**** Hawke on board… No, John. I can't spare anymore security officers at the moment. But I'll have them on high alert to beam down instantly if the need arises. ::The CSO resumed his work on the simulations and after a few minutes he approached the First Officer once again.:: VALDIVIA: Commander, with your permission. ::Blueheart nodded.:: VALDIVIA: Ok. Everything is ready, and we are down to 27 minutes before the storm strikes. ::Blueheart was tempted to start biting his nails.:: ANYONE: response VALDIVIA: Engineering has readied the tractor beams and coordinated with the Achilles. This is it. We only have one opportunity. I'll control the probes for the first phase. Vedra, control the Bussard collectors and make sure the ship gets up here. James, you will coordinate the last part. Cogud, we will probably have to dive a little for that, but make sure to stay clear of the atmosphere. VEDRA: Understood, Sir. COGUD: Yes sir. JAMES: Aye, Sir. VALDIVIA: Alright then. We don't have much time. Let's do it. BLUEHEART: ::to James:: Has Dr Shagan and her team beamed aboard the Achilles? Have they acknowledged safe transportation? What's their status? :: James spends a few seconds bringing up data on the panel :: JAMES: Yes, Sir. I have also layed in some corrections for the interference. BLUEHEART: And Ensign Frye? The shuttle? The pilot? JAMES: Ensign Frye is currently heading towards Main Shuttlebay now, Sir. MITCHELL: response BLUEHEART: The increase in ionic activity is going to dampen communications soon. Ensure communication is established at all times. You may have to have auxiliary power on standby to augment communication signals. JAMES: I have already made preparations for it, Sir. BLUEHEART: Stream whatever data we acquire of our progress directly to the Valiant. We need a highly coordinated effort in this monumental endeavour. COGUD: If this is successful sir, remind me of my 2309 barrel of bloodwine ::Grinning:: BLUHEART/ANYONE: RESPONSE
((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) MITCHELL: =/\= Mitchell to Bridge. =/\= BLUEHEART: =/\= Blueheart here. Go ahead, commander. =/\= MITCHELL: =/\= Some else is launching a shuttle. And it's not my or Cobra. Grab it! =/\= BLUEHEART: =/\= What the frak?!! =/\= ::to Cogud, voice alarmed:: Unauthorized shuttle launch!! Tractor beam!! Now!! COGUD: response BLUEHEART: I want to know who's on that shuttle!! James: Aye, Sir! :: James brought up menu after menu but could find no sign of any shuttle. :: JAMES: :: Highly emotional :: Hnaev! Some wort must have re-programmed the sensors, I'm not reading anything unusual down there! :: Trying to calm down :: I recommend engineering run a Level 3 Diagnostic, at least Level 4 although if the sabotage is as sophisticated as I suspect Level 4 won't cover it... Sir. ANYONE: response
((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) MITCHELL: =/\= Mitchell to Bridge. =/\= BLUEHEART: =/\= Blueheart here. Go ahead, commander. =/\= MITCHELL: =/\= Some else is launching a shuttle. And it's not my or Cobra. Grab it! =/\= BLUEHEART: =/\= What the frak?!! =/\= ::to Cogud, voice alarmed:: Unauthorized shuttle launch!! Tractor beam!! Now!! COGUD: ::Snapping to attention:: Aye sir ::Cogud began to wrestle with the controls BLUEHEART: I want to know who's on that shuttle!! James: Aye, Sir! :: James brought up menu after menu but could find no sign of any shuttle. :: JAMES: :: Highly emotional :: Hnaev! Some wort must have re-programmed the sensors, I'm not reading anything unusual down there! :: Trying to calm down :: I recommend engineering run a Level 3 Diagnostic, at least Level 4 although if the sabotage is as sophisticated as I suspect Level 4 won't cover it... Sir. COGUD: James is right sir, I cannot find any evidence of a shuttle, wait ::Cogud looked at the sensors:: I am picking up a faint energy signature off our port bow, locking on. JAMES: Boosting power now. Mr. Cogud, you should have increased resolution... now. BLUEHEART: RESPONSE COGUD: I have it sir. BLUEHEART: RESPONSE ((OOC: This will happen slightly later, I'll just backsim anything before here.)) JAMES: With your permission, sir, I would like to run some tests to find out how useful our sensors are. BLUEHEART: [Tag] JAMES: I would just be requesting non-essential personnel to move around the ship, at their connivance, and track them on the console. I suspect the saboteur has either created some kind of sensor loop or has wiped his or her pattern from the sensors. If the first is true, the subject will not have moved and if the second is true, there will be a slight delay. This will also let me see which decks are affected. BLUEHEART: [Tag] JAMES: Hopefully, no more than 10 minutes, at most 20.
((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) ::Cmdr Mitchell had just informed the Bridge of an unauthorized shuttle launch.:: BLUEHEART: =/\= What the frak?!! =/\= ::to Cogud, voice alarmed:: Unauthorized shuttle launch!! Tractor beam!! Now!! COGUD: ::snapping to attention:: Aye sir BLUEHEART: I want to know who's on that shuttle!! JAMES: Aye, Sir! ::after some time scanning his console:: Hnaev! Some wort must have re-programmed the sensors, I'm not reading anything unusual down there! I recommend engineering run a Level 3 diagnostic, at least Level 4 although if the sabotage is as sophisticated as I suspect Level 4 won't cover it... Sir. COGUD: James is right sir, I cannot find any evidence of a shuttle, wait ::Cogud looked at the sensors.:: I am picking up a faint energy signature off our port bow, locking on. JAMES: Boosting power now. Mr. Cogud, you should have increased resolution... now. BLUEHEART: Wait, wait! Sabotage?! What are you talking about?! Get Engineering then. But more importantly, do we have the shuttle in our grasp? 0o Damn, did I say that out loud... 0o COGUD: I have it sir. BLUEHEART: Good! WESTERBRIDGE: Sir, I have dispatched a small security team to secure the unauthorized shuttle and take the neutralize the pilot. This person possibly can be Hawke, but I don't know at this point. BLUEHEART: ::frowning:: Neutralize? First of all, good thinking, Ensign. That was swift thinking on your part. It could be Hawke in that shuttle or it couldn't be… Any way we can determine that? Bioscans? Shuttle bay access logs? WESTERBRIDGE: response BLUEHEART: Do what you can, Ensign. I need to know who the pilot is! WESTERBRIDGE: response JAMES: With your permission, sir, I would like to run some tests to find out how useful our sensors are. BLUEHEART: Right now? JAMES: I would just be requesting non-essential personnel to move around the ship, at their connivance, and track them on the console. I suspect the saboteur has either created some kind of sensor loop or has wiped his or her pattern from the sensors. If the first is true, the subject will not have moved and if the second is true, there will be a slight delay. This will also let me see which decks are affected. BLUEHEART: As long as it involves non-essential personnel. But I'd like to remind you that we are still at red alert. How long will this take? JAMES: Hopefully, no more than 10 minutes, at most 20. BLUEHEART: You got 5. ::narrowing his eyes suspiciously:: And what's this about sabotage and saboteurs? ::mildly annoyed:: Where did this hypothesis come from? Do you have any evidence of a sabotage? JAMES: The sensors have multiple redundancy’s. The chance that they all would have failed is 12^69594453 in one against. It is logical to assume sabotage. 0o Calm down, James... 0o VALDIVIA: If we wait any longer, we will lose the Achilles whole crew to the storm. I know Hawke and Zero are free, but it has to be now. BLUEHEART: ::firmly:: Do it. VALDIVIA: Thanks. :: James blots out the world around him. On one side of his panel is a list of personnel, and on the other a live map of each deck. One by one, he selected the best candidates from the list and politely contacted them, asking them to move into into another section or deck. Occasionally, he brought up people who where too busy but, most of the time, he avoided essential personnel. The results he got where quite... fascinating. :: VALDIVIA: Congratulations. We just saved a lot of lives. ::checking the chronometer:: With no time to spare. BLUEHEART: Well done, John! Well done, everyone! VALDIVIA: We should send the medical team. ::Blueheart nodded approval.:: ANYONE: response BLUEHEART: ::to Westerbridge:: Any luck in determining if it's Hawke? WESTERBRIDGE: response BLUEHEART: ::to James:: It's been 5 minutes. Report. JAMES: The internal sensor readings on the 'less popular' decks, such as Deck 21 appearer to be in a feedback loop while decks like Deck 7 appearer to have no such loop, however there is a slight delay that would be consistent with a pattern erasing program. The only unaffected decks are Decks 1 through 5. I have compiled a full report on each deck on this PADD, although it is a very rough copy. :: Hands Blueheart a PADD :: BLUEHEART: And this.. sabotage? Explain. JAMES: As I previously pointed out it is virtually impossible for any one one of the sensors to give false information, baring accidental damage. However, accidental damage would not cause a pattern like this. This suggests deliberate intent. Baring in mind, we currently have a officer implicated in a large plot, it is not a remote possibility that he had sabotaged the sensors, in order to cover his escape. I don't know exactly how he did it, it I would hazard a guess that he installed some kind of device in the computer core. As you can imagine, this would not only mean that we can not trust the internal sensors, but that every other ship system, which is not mechanical or biological in nature, is also thrown into doubt. I will however, state that this this is a hypothesis, however all of the evidence appearers to be pointing to it. ((OCC: I have no idea where this fits in, so I'm sticking it at the end of this SIM. I will backsim anything else)) ((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) ::Cogud had caught the shuttle no sooner than Valdiva made the announcement, the Achilles was being rescued:: VALDIVIA: If we wait any longer, we will lose the Achilles whole crew to the storm. I know Hawke and Zero are free, but it has to be now. BLUEHEART: response VALDIVIA: Thanks. :: He ran to his station. :: VALDIVIA: Ok, get ready. :: He controlled the probes and hooked their tractor beams to Achilles. :: VALDIVIA: =/\= Achilles, this is Discovery. We are about to get you out. As soon as you have cleared the surface, activate impulse engines. Engaging... now. =/\= :: He checked the sensors. The ship was moving. :: VALDIVIA: Vedra, engage the Bussard Collectors. Give them a tunnel to get through. VEDRA: response VALDIVIA: =/\= Achilles, follow the reduced pressure tunnel. =/\= ::then to the bridge. :: James, contact the Valiant and have them ready to follow us. Cogud, initiate approach. Do not enter the surface. COGUD: Aye sir, bringing us in ::Cogud steadily brought the Discovery close enough to grab the Achilles:: JAMES: Engaging tractor beam, now. VALDIVIA: Ok, we are ready. She is about to enter tractor beam range... now. Engaging tractor beam. Move us away so we can pull her. COGUD: Aye sir, full reverse ::Cogud initiated full reverse gently pulling out the Achilles, she was free:: VALDIVIA: =/\= Discovery to Achilles, you are out. Stabilize your orbit so we can disengage tractor beams. We have a medical team ready to beam. =/\= :: Valdivia took a really deep breath, and looked at the bridge crew. :: VALDIVIA: Congratulations. We just saved a lot of lives. ::The clock showed 1:47. :: With no time to spare. BLUEHEART/ANYONE: response VALDIVIA: We should send the medical team. BLUEHEART: response
((Slight backsim)) ((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) ::The First Officer was keen to identify the occupant of the shuttle that launched without authorization.:: BLUEHEART: ::to Westerbridge:: Any luck in determining if it's Hawke? WESTERBRIDGE: According to internal sensors, the pilot of the unauthorized shuttle is ensign Radclift. It wasn't commander Hawke. Soon the security team should verify the internal sensors. BLUEHEART: ::He harassed his PADD to extract the ensign's personnel file.:: oO Why would he do that? Is he a part of this so-called sabotage? Is he a part of a larger, darker conspiracy? Oo WESTERBRIDGE: Do you mean that internal sensors has been compromised? JAMES: Very possibly. The chance of mechanical failure is wildly remote. WESTEERBRIDGE: That is very serious. It affects the security of this ship. If the internal sensors can't be trusted, then the security of this ship has been compromised. This problem must be solved and resolved as soon as possible. BLUEHEART: ::nodding:: Run another series of high-level diagnostics. I think we can spare the power now that the Achilles is in orbit and the errant shuttle is nearly docked back on the ship. WESTERBRIDGE: I will get on this problem, sir. James: f you don't mind, Sir, I would like to recommend the highest levels be centred on the computer core, if there is sabotage it is the logical target. ::No sooner had he uttered his assurance, his console blinked rapidly. Blueheart noticed it and walked up to the security ensign-cum-personal bodyguard and peered at the flashing console from behind his shoulders.:: BLUEHEART: Um.. is that phaser fire detected in the shuttle bay? WESTERBRIDGE: response BLUEHEART: Who's firing?? oO What's going on in there?! Oo Do we have a visual? WESTERBRIDGE: response BLUEHEART: oO Is this craziness a residual effect of the plague? Or an adverse effect of the cure? Oo ::He sighed.:: What do you make of this, ::pointing to the screen:: Tom? WESTERBRIDGE: response BLUEHEART: ::wry grin:: Yup. That about sums it up. WESTERBRIDGE: response ((Present)) ::The Captain's voice through the comm made Blueheart jump a little.:: WALTAS: =/\= Bridge, this is Captain Waltas. The Hawke situation has been resolved. Stand down from Security alert. =/\= BLUEHEART: ::tapping his commbadge eagerly:: =/\= Acknowdged, Sir. Standing down. =/\= ::He signaled Ensign Westerbridge, who heard the Captain's hail.:: oO … `resolved'… Is he.. dead? Oo And Zero, Sir? WALTAS: =/\= Zero is dead. =/\= 0o Dead.. Zero... Wasn't that the serial killer... 0o BLUEHEART: ::Blueheart looked visibly shocked.:: =/\= Dead? I mean.. of course, Sir. Acknowledged. See you on the Bridge, Sir. Blueheart out. =/\= ::Blueheart turned around slowly to face the Bridge crew, who clearly heard the news.: ANYONE: response BLUEHEART: ::to Westerbridge:: What's the situation on the Achilles? Is the Medical team doing okay? WESTERBRIDGE: response BLUEHEART: ::eyes wide:: What?! WESTERBRIDGE: response
((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) ::After closing the commlink with Lt JG Tian and Dr Aven, Blueheart turned to Ensign Westerbridge, his bodyguard, the target of further ponderings.:: BLUEHEART: And if both Intel and Medical clear him, I'll arrange for Mr Radclift to meet with the Counselor. WESTERBRIDGE: That seemed to be premature. Ensign Radclift had somehow entered the main shuttle bay which was declared a secured area. The ensign had somehow managed to launch a shuttle from the main shuttle bay. This is rather a clear mystery, and it prompts an investigation. Then there is the matter of the ship system sabotage. There must be another investigation about the sabotage acts. BLUEHEART: ::nodding grimly:: Ah yes.. The sabotage hypothesis… WESTERBRIDGE: Lt. Sharpe must be notified of these matters immediately. Now that everything is winding down, we should focus to get to the bottom of these matters as soon as possible. BLUEHEART: ::smiling at the ensign's unbridled enthusiasm:: Yes, notify Lt Sharpe, Tom. SHAGAN: =/\= Discovery, this is doctor Shagan. Mission was successfully completed, we are ready to beam back aboard. =/\= BLUEHEART: ::smiling again:: =/\= Acknowledged, doctor. Good to hear from you again. Standby. =/\= SHAGAN: =/\= Acknowledged. Shagan out. =/\= BLUEHEART: Ensign James. The away team is ready to beam back aboard. Make sure they do so safely. JAMES: Aye, Sir. ::The turbolift doors hissed open. Blueheart knew who it was even before he turned around.:: BLUEHEART: ::straightening his back:: Captain on deck! :: James immediately stiffened his pose. :: 0o So, this is the captain... 0o WALTAS: ::quietly:: Report. BLUEHEART: The Achilles has been successfully brought back into orbit, Sir. She is underpowered but not in critical energy deficiency. We got her out just before a plasma storm struck and managed to inch the Discovery a little out of the way too. The away team has reported in a successful mission aboard the Achilles and is awaiting to be beamed back aboard. ::short pause:: An ensign tried to pilot a shuttle without authorization. We're still investigating the matter, Sir. WALTAS: What happened with the shuttle? Who took it? BLUEHEART: The shuttle was tractor-beamed back into the shuttle bay and is secured. The ensign in question is one Mr Radclift. He is in the Brig at the moment. I've requested Intel to interview him, as well as Medical to exclude any physiological condition that could've given rise to his erratic behavior. WALTAS: Make sure everything is secure. Ensign Nickels is securing Hawke now. I don't think he'll be waking up any time soon. BLUEHEART: ::gracious half-bow:: Aye, Sir. WALTAS: ::looking at the Achilles on the view screen:: Well done, everyone. I trust the cure has been administered? VALDIVIA: The medical away team in charge of that has just returned to Discovery. I will make sure the cure is added to libraries and send through the sector to all affected parties. WALTAS: ::nodding:: Let's get our people home. What's the best speed the Achilles can muster? JAMES: Warp factor 3.5, at present although I think it could be raised to 4 after some repairs. WALTAS: Very well. We'll let her lead and head back to DS-285. Set a course, Ensign. COGUD: Aye sir, course set WALTAS: Engage. COGUD: ::turning to the captain:: Sir if this mission has been successful, I have a barrel of 2309 blood wine ::Cogud eyed the FO and grinned:: ::Blueheart slumped deeper into the back of his seat and tried his best to hide behind his overworked PADD.:: WALTAS: response COGUD: Shall I have it beamed directly to the bridge? WALTAS: response :: Blueheart sighs hevilly. A hail came through to the Bridge. Blueheart answered the hail himself. :: FRYE: =/\= Frye to the Bridge =/\= BLUEHEART: =/\= Blueheart here. Go ahead, Ensign Frye. =/\= FRYE: =/\= Yes Sir, Just trying to get a sit rep on the Achilles situation =/\= BLUEHEART: =/\= She's safely back in orbit, Mr Frye. She doesn't have maximum power yet, mind you, but optimal. Monitor her energy fluctuations, won't you? =/\= FRYE: =/\= That's amazing Sir, good to hear. Call down if you need anything. =/\= MITCHELL: ::approaching the Captain:: Captain, may I speak with you in your Ready Room? WALTAS: response
((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) :: James turns to the captain, his expression quite sheepish. :: JAMES: Sir, about the sabotage.... ((Bridge, USS Discovery-C, A few minutes ago)) :: James had the full diagnostics of the sensors open on his panel. It might be engineering's job to work out exactly what was wrong, but he had some some time where he could afford to be distracted and its not like he didn't know what he was doing. The results puzzled him somewhat. As far as he could tell there was no device attached that could do this, although as he had not physically inspected the computer core, it couldn't be rejected, neither was there any sign of any virus, worms or trogans... Inspiration hit him! He directly checked the source code of the system controlling sensor feedback and lo and behold found a single commented line that could cause erratic sensor output, in the right case! Now he just had to find out how... :: 0o Ah, there is a diff log... Oh... 0o ((Bridge, USS Discovery-C, Present)) WALTAS: [Tag] JAMES: It appears not to be sabotage after all. Recently, there was a slight code update and... it has a small bug... When certain systems activate, a line of code which should execute doesn't causing erratic sensor output, very similar to that which you'd expect from tampering.... WALTAS: [Tag] JAMES: It happens, although that's not an excuse. I'd very much like to... talk... with whoever thought it was a good idea to submit that patch, still it should be able to easily be fixed... I would expect a new patch to be waiting for us when we arrive.
((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) COGUD: ::Leaning over to James in a hushed tone, Cogud checked if the Captain was looking:: Have you figured out anything about this sabotage? ::A sudden interruption by Captain Waltas made Cogud think how he was not speaking quietly enough:: WALTAS::Arching an eyebrow:: Sabotage? BLUEHEART: Merely a hypothesis at this stage, Sir. To be frank, I have my doubts. We should ask Ensign James. WALTAS: Any more information, Ensign James? JAMES: It appears not to be sabotage after all. Recently, there was a slight code update and... it has a small bug... When certain systems activate, a line of code which should execute doesn't causing erratic sensor output, very similar to that which you'd expect from tampering.... WALTAS: That seems unlikely considering they test all the patches before deploying them to the fleet. JAMES: It happens, although that's not an excuse. I'd very much like to... talk... with whoever thought it was a good idea to submit that patch, still it should be able to easily be fixed... I would expect a new patch to be waiting for us when we arrive. WALTAS: Yes, I would like to..."talk" to them as well. Only I'm allowed to break my ship. JAMES: Quite, Sir. 0o Someone should teach him about the wonders of branching and testing, perhaps a Klingon. 0o COGUD: Sir, was the Captain serious about the bloodwine to his ready room? BLUEHEART: ::distracted from his frenzied report-writing:: Huh? What? ::looking up, slight pause:: Oh, um, yeah, sure, okay. ::He continued the frenzied report-writing.:: COGUD: ::Smiling:: Sir, are you sure about that? BLUEHEART: ::now paying full attention to the ensign:: Sorry. Um, yeah why not. I think the Captain deserves a taste. Maybe even a sip. ::glancing at the ready room:: Whatever's going on in there seems serious so I figure a little.. refreshment wouldn't hurt. ::A mischievous smile and a twinkle in his eyes became manifest.:: COGUD: How much do you reckon the Captain would need to... determine weather or not it is a safety risk? BLUEHEART: 75 milliliters should do nicely, I'd presume. Not more not less. For now at least. COGUD: Aye sir.Sir please may I be excused from the bridge, after this missions action I think I could use a rest? JAMES: If it is Ok with you, I would like to second that, I came straight to the bridge after landing and could do with... 'fresning up'. 0o Understatement of the century... 0o JAMES: Oh, and for future reference, what shift have I been assigned to? BLUEHEART: RESPONSE
((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) COGUD: Sir please may I be excused from the bridge, after this missions action I think I could use a rest? JAMES: If it is Ok with you, I would like to second that, I came straight to the bridge after landing and could do with... 'fresning up'. ::pause:: Oh, and for future reference, what shift have I been assigned to? BLUEHEART: Right now? COGUD: That is what I would hope BLUEHEART: Er… We need to keep our pace in view of the Achilles' limited power and hence, speed… Could be tricky, this keeping pace thing… ::He avoided eye contact.:: COGUD: Understood sir, so when can I sleep? BLUEHEART: ::checking the duty roster on his PADD:: It says here your shift ends in approximately two hours after which time, yes, you may be excused. COGUD: Understood sir. BLUEHEART: ::hushed voice:: Save an extra portion of bloodwine for me and I'll rework the roster so that you get at least eight hours' worth of solid sleep. Can't have a sleepy pilot now, can we? COGUD: ::A sly smile came over Cogud's face:: Sir, that would just be unsafe. :: The FO then approached James :: BLUEHEART: ::to Ensign James:: You may be excused when your shift ends too, which is… ::eyeing his PADD:: soon. JAMES: Yes, Sir. BLUEHEART: As for your shift, I'm sending you the roster to your PADD right now. JAMES: Thank you, Sir. BLUEHEART: ::turning to LtCmdr Valdivia:: Commander, you have the Bridge. VALDIVIA: response :: James looks down at his PADD. It appears that he will be spending a lot of shifts with this group. :: 0o Its a good thing that I like them... 0o ::The FO the hurried off the bridge:: COGUD: ::Leaning over to James:: So James... do Vulcans drink? JAMES: Generally, 0o This will be quite a list. 0o Tea, Water, Juices,. COGUD: I meant alcohol. JAMES: Oh, I don't drink Alcohol.... COGUD: [Tag] JAMES: No, its not a Vulcan thing I just...
((Bridge, USS Discovery-C)) ::After Blueheart's quick departure Cogud turned to James, part Vulcan, Cogud knew he had a chance to have some fun:: COGUD: ::Leaning over to James:: So James... do Vulcans drink? JAMES: Generally, Tea, Water, Juices,. COGUD: I meant alcohol. JAMES: Oh, I don't drink Alcohol.... COGUD: James, your telling me that within the whole of the Vulcan people nobody drinks? JAMES: No, its not a Vulcan thing I just... COGUD: James, me and you are going to have some fun when we are back at starbase. JAMES: Fun? 0o It would be good to get to know him... I'm going to spend a great deal of time with him after all... 0o COGUD: Are you up for a little bit of alcohol? JAMES: I drink, but I will accompany you... COGUD: Just a little... 0o Why do I have a feeling I'm going to end up drunk anyway... 0o WESTERBRIDGE: Hello, ensign Cogud. Hello, ensign James. I'm ensign Westerbridge, but you can call me Tom. We're all ensigns. COGUD: Very astute of you Tom ::Grinning:: JAMES: It is a pleasure to meet you. WESTERBRIDGE: What a mission this was.. 0o Your telling me! 0o COGUD: What a mission indeed, I was infected with a virus that only a serial killer could cure, ironic really. 0o Wow! And I thought I had a hectic time... 0o JAMES: It seems that you had a most... interesting time. I arrived a bit to late for the bulk of it, but getting the Achilles up from the planet and dealing with the computer trouble was quite a 'trial by fire'. WESTERBRIDGE: So, the first officer left the Bridge? COGUD: Yes, we now have Lt.Cmdr Valdivia watching over us ::Looking over his shoulder at the seemingly unaware science officer:: JAMES: Seems distracted.... COGUD: Er... Tom, me and Ensign James where discussing of... A bit of a celebration on reaching starbase, did you know that Ensign James does not drink alcohol? You drink don't ya tom ::Grinning:: WESTERBRIDGE: I don't drink. :: smiled :: Just kidding. I'm looking forward to drink some, when we'll go on shore leave at the starbase. COGUD: Well you two are in for one hell of an adventure, under the wings of Jorus Cogud ::Cogud realized that his voice had raised a little:: 0o What have I got myself into... 0o VALDIVIA: That will have to wait until we are docked. JAMES: Quite, Sir. COGUD: [Tag] :: Tom then turned and look at the chief science officer :: VALDIVIA: ETA to DS-285? COGUD: response VALDIVIA: Good, get ready for docking procedures. :: James double checked the necessary procedure. Of course, he had memorized it in the Academy, but.... This would be the first time he had actually had to follow it on a actual ship. Its always good to double check. Suddenly a alert flashed on his Con. A message from the captain. Apparently we all had to be at the umbilical in 15 minutes, in full dress whites! :: 0o How on earth, am I going to get there. I'm still on duty and I have no whites! 0o COGUD: [Tag] VALDIVIA: Take us out of warp. Initiate approach. Ensign James, hail the starbase. :: James quickly selected the starbases administration channel and opened a connection. In truth the he had been preparing to bring it up since they had got within 100 lightyears of the place. :: JAMES: On screen. :: James relaxed, his part was now over... :: 0o I really need to have a shower... 0o VALDIVIA: Good job, Ensigns. ::with a wry smile. :: Now go have that adventure. oO Finally at the starbase... Now I must get to the docking bay as soon as possible Oo :: Turning to Valdivia :: JAMES: Permission to leave the bridge?
((Deck, USS Discovery-C)) ::Cogud stood up, and turned to James:: COGUD: See you at the docking ring Mr James ::Cogud smiled:: JAMES: Indeed, I look foward to it. 0o At least partially because I will have managed to get there on time... 0o ::Cogud turned and virtually sprinted to the turbolift, in his hurry he left his Conn active, so James shut it down along with his. :: ((Deck 8, USS Discovery-C)) :: James had ridden the turbolift down to deck 8, where the crew quarters where located, and his home for the forcible future. While he wasn't exactly thrilled to having to share living quarters again, he appreciated why. :: 0o Hopefully it will be someone on a opposite shift to me... 0o :: James quickly approached the right room. Stepping through the door he noticed the the living area before him was virtually unchanged from the example photos of the ship. :: 0o Obviously my roommate does not spend much time here. 0o :: James stepped through the first door on the right, the one with his name on its face and stepped forth into his new home. James did not spend to much time contemplating the room but instead headed directly for the replicater, ordering it to produce formal dress whites. As soon as it had finished he stepped out into the main room and into the door marked "Bathroom". There he found a shower and promptly used it. :: 0o Only 5 minutes left! 0o :: Finishing his shower, he quickly changed into his dress whites and ran down to the dock. 0o
((Docking Ring, DS-285)) WALTAS: Honors, HUP! Officer departing. Attention! :: James was relieved he had made it in time. He had only just managed to get there before it began... :: ::Tyr smiled as McCall reached him.:: MCCALL: You just could not help yourself could you? WALTAS: This? Oh, we just all happened to be in our dress whites as we left the ship. New procedure. You know Starfleet. There’s one every day. ::Growing serious:: I couldn’t let you leave without giving you the respect you deserve, Steve. This ship is losing one of its best. MCCALL: Sure you will get by without me. WALTAS::Snapping to attention:: Yes sir. :: Steve McCall turned to the assembled officers. :: MCCALL: I have always been a man of a few words and this is not going to be an exception. I have served with some of you for a long time, others of you for practically no time at all. I have served on a ship called Discovery for a long time. During all of this time officers come and go, one person does not make a crew, you will get on fine without one person whoever they are. Whether you realize it or not you as a crew are a family. When times are tough you will need to be there for each other. I suppose in many ways this last mission is a good example of that. Goodbye and good luck crew of the USS Discovery. :: James did not know this man, but still based from his words he could tell that he would be missed. :: :: McCall turned away from the crew, gave Tyr a quick nod and headed through the docking hatch. ::
((Dock, Starbase)) :: All of the crew where assembled for promotions. James couldn't help but wish the mission had lasted a bit longer. A month or two before a promotion, sure, but a few days! He heard name after name being read out, a few he was familiar with but each he felt happy for when suddenly.. James heard his name. James stepped up, in a slight daze, not hearing a thing. The captain reached out and gave him a new pip and then it sunk in... He really had been promoted! :: JAMES: Thank you, Sir! :: James rejoined the crowd, he could hardly believe it! A few minutes later someone approached him. :: FRYE: Congratulations Lieutenants; also as I don't know most of you, I'm Ensign Frye. I work in engineering. 0o Ah, he was the one who came up with the multiphasic idea! 0o SHAGAN: :: Looking up with a smile. :: Mr Frye, hello. Telice Shagan, well, you already know my name. I'm with medical. FRYE: [tag] JAMES: Ah, I remember you from the raising of the Achilles, your idea with the mulitphasic tractor beam was excellent. WESTERBRIDGE/COGUD/MORNING SONG/ANYONE: [tag]