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Post by Tonks on May 1, 2013 12:38:19 GMT
USS Oblivion Contents:EPISODE ONE: THE MYSTERIOUS BLACK. Pages 1-10 EPISODE TWO: TROUBLE IN PARADISEPages 10-15 EPISODE 3: THE DAWSON TRILOGY.Pages 15-21 EPISODE FOUR: BOARDED BY ROMULANSPart one: pages 22-26 Part two: pages 26-30 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- EPISODE ONE: THE MYSTERIOUS BLACK. Pages 1-10 Ryan Barnes walked with a quickened pace on his way to the bridge; they hadn't even left Federation space yet and already an unfamiliar spacecraft had come up on sensors. Barnes thought he was in for a relaxing afternoon and instead here he was; practically marching through the ship. He walked through the sliding doors onto the bridge and stood in the centre. He cleared his throat, straightened his uniform and nodded at his communications officer. "This is Captain Barnes of the USS Oblivion. Please state your name and purpose for being in Federation space."
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Post by Light on May 10, 2013 20:52:04 GMT
Commander Alex Faulkner was busy concentrating on the starchart display; doing his best to keep track of the unidentified ship's movement and trajectory since the time they had picked it up on sensors. So far it seemed to be holding a steady course, which gave no real hints as yet to it's destination or disposition.
When the doors to bridge slid open, he looked up to see the Captain. He nodded respectfully to his superior, then looked to one of his subordinate navigators: "Keep that ship on sensors. Keep me advised if anything changes in its movements..." he said, then moved to his usual position a short distance to the right of the Captain, ready for further instructions as the situation developed.
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Lieutenant T'Vara stood at one end of the medical bay, reviewing a log of the medical supplies on board the ship, ensuring that the recently received new supplies would last them for this tour. Satisfied, the Vulcan closed the log and turned to the crew of the medical bay: "As you were, but the has bridge reported an unidentified vessel. Be prepared to receive casualties should they turn out to be hostile..."
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Post by PenguinNinja on May 11, 2013 13:05:12 GMT
Helmsman Jessica Dawson kept her eyes fixed on the sensors. Eyes were looking for signs that the unknown ship was powering up weapons. Her hand was ready to activate weapons at a moment's notice to retaliate if need be. If the other ship adjusted its course she was sure to follow it on screen with her eyes and through sensors. "Give me the word Captain and weapons will be armed."
She flicked green eyes over her shoulder with a nod, further acknowledgment that she was ready.
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Post by Tonks on May 11, 2013 17:34:46 GMT
Lieutenant Ben Kearney was the communications officer on the USS Oblivion and long-term friend of the Captain. "Message got through Captain, no response yet." He spoke with a fairly heavy, Irish accent.
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Captain Barnes frowned and huffed. "Let's try again." He spoke clearly and sternly now; "This is Captain Barnes, commanding officer of the USS Oblivion. Your vessel is in federation space; please state your purpose."
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They waited in silence for a few moments before a flashing light appeared on Kearney's panel. "Captain, they're hailing back".
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"On screen, Lieutenant" Barnes spoke; straightening his uniform again and not once turning his eyes away from the screen. The screen switched on and a Romulan man with a large cut down his face appeared. Barnes was very uncomfortable with the Romulans having been in many battles against them. A peaceful zone of space existed between Federation and Romulans, but Barnes avoided passing through it. The vessel was very small compared to the Romulan ships Barnes had seen before.
Romulan: This is an escape shuttle; our ship was compromised. Barnes: Are you expecting medical assistance? (He asked through gritted teeth) Romulan: We seek no help from you! (He spat)
The screen turned off; returning to the view outside of the ship's bridge window.
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Post by Light on May 11, 2013 19:21:03 GMT
Faulkner watched the screen as the image came through; Romulans. That was nearly always a bad sign, and certainly never a comforting one in the present times. Though the speaker appeared injured; this was not about to be anything close to a routine tour apparently, considering the earlier atypical day they had been having up to this point. A Romulan escape shuttle in Federation space was an uncomfortable situation to say the least, because their ship must have been at some point as well. There was also the matter of what had happened to the ship in the first place.
'Charming as always...' He thought, hearing the Romulan's words.
Following the rather terse exchange, the Commander turned to his screen, glancing at the information, then looked to the Captain: "We have their present course tracked sir..." he said; he spoke with a southern English accent: "Do we pursue?"
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Post by PenguinNinja on May 11, 2013 20:26:27 GMT
Jessica quirked a brow at the transmission. Romulans. "Ungrateful bunch," she drawled. On the sensors she kept coordinates fixed on the escape shuttle in case it was anything but an escape shuttle. In a thick American accent she quipped, "Are we shooting, leaving or helping Sir?"
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Elsewhere aboard the USS Oblivion, Second Officer Kyle Sumners turned in his bed. Sweat was clinging to his skin and burnt him as he turned again. The nightmares were back. It had been a while since he'd had them, a few weeks almost, and he'd had the slightest hope that they were gone forever.
But they were back.
"Step back," his voice called quietly in the loneliness of his room. "Stay. Back. That's an order." He twisted, bed sheet wrapping itself around his body tightly. "Now!"
As if someone had poked him with a sharp object he jerked. Body twitched and he slipped over the edge of the bed and landed with a sharp thud on the floor. The air was gone from his lungs and he spent a few moments just waking up, hands searching the floor of his room to reassert himself he was on Oblivion. The real Oblivion.
Finally he caught his breath and let a sigh go. Grabbing the sheet around his waist, he pulled himself up and made his way over to the bathroom, hands tying the sheet around his waist. Water was splashed across his face, hands gripped the side of the basin and he lifted brown eyes to stare at a tired face. He'd only gone to bed no more than five hours ago.
Tightening his grip on the side of the sink he decided to grab a pair of sweats. There was no point in trying to sleep now. Instead, he could allow himself to wake up and relax before he went on duty.
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Post by Mr Spock on May 12, 2013 3:29:41 GMT
"If you will permit me to be so bold, Captain, might I suggest it unwise not to find out what happened to the Romulan vessel?"
The woman who spoke turned in her seat to face the captain, but this was clearly to conform to social standards and not for any personal benefit; the third eyelid unique to the Vulcan people remained across her milky lenses, as if constantly exposed to extreme sunlight. She looked forward, though not specifically at anything, as she carried on.
"They are reasonably deep in Federation space and anything that has happened within range of an escape shuttle should be of concern to us."
At her side stood an attentive girl, younger still than the science officer known as T'Palla who now faced the Captain with her blank, white eyes. The younger girl was an uncommon sight in the Federation; whilst a bound, dark plait ran down one of her shoulders, on the other side a spattering pattern of dark spots and marks, up her throat and around to her forehead. Whilst she wore a blue shirt like T'Palla, she did not wear a Starfleet badge.
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Syla Tralek toyed with the end of one of her long, white-blonde bunches as she sighed, leaning on the console of the USS Oblivion and bowing her head in boredom, picking a piece of lint off her red minidress. The red, though wearing the badge of an officer, had always frustrated Syla - the colour clashed unpleasantly with her bright blue Andorian skin.
She continued toying with her hair, knowing she was bored now but unable to leave her post; when the Captain decided their course of action she would need to either ready the transporters or push the ship into warp speed.
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Post by Tonks on May 12, 2013 10:32:25 GMT
"Thank-you T'palla. We'll pursue them slowly Faulkner; but only to keep them in our sight. Be at the ready for some warning shots Dawson but with only luck it won't be necessary."
The captain turned away from the screen for the first time now, he was tall at 6'3", he was human, Caucasian, with brown hair that was starting to get a little too long for his liking, giving him a slight quiff of a fringe that was quite charming. He walked back towards his chair and sat down in a relaxed pose. He flipped open his communicator to get through to his chief security officer, "Sumners, you might wanna get yourself ready in the transporter room in case we end up having some Romulan visitors." He stared at the screen in front of him, "Kearney open a channel," he didn't wait before talking again, "I would think it unwise to break off communications with us again; you are moving through Federation space and all you will find is more Federation ships. I suggest you come aboard."
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Kearney sent the message through and listened intently to his ear piece whilst waiting for the flashing light. He fiddled with dials that didn't do anything but kept him amused and made his job appear to be more complex. After a few seconds they hailed back, "Cap'n, they're hailing." He swung around on his chair to face Barnes.
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"Of course they are; on screen". A very angry version of the Romulan man they saw before now appeared on screen.
"Why would we willingly board a Federation ship? You think we would walk into an ambush from scum? We will take our chances."
The screen flashed off again. Captain Barnes sighed; "So stubborn. Faulkner, get a tractor beam on that shuttle, how many people are aboard?" He opened his communicator again, "Tralek, be ready to beam up some visitors."
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Post by Light on May 12, 2013 14:28:50 GMT
Faulkner nodded, returning to his screen and plotting a persuit course for the Romulan shuttle: "Dawson, pursue along this heading, keep it slow..." he sent the route to the Helmsman's screen for her to follow, then resumed tracking the movements, in case they made any sudden course changes.
He rolled his eyes as the Romulans continued to demonstrate their trademark stubbornness with the second communications: "Aye sir, scanning..." he replied, watching the readout as the data came in: "Reading seven life-forms aboard..." he reported, activating the tractor beam: "I have them locked in now Captain, they won't be going anywhere. Tralek can transport them aboard when ready. Shall I alert medical to expect casualties, or do you want to question them first?"
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Post by PenguinNinja on May 12, 2013 21:01:39 GMT
Sumners sighed once his orders came through. Opening his communicator he said back, "Yes Sir." Another sigh escaped him before he pushed himself up from his seat and dug out a uniform from his wardrobe. As he shoved himself into clean clothes he opened his communicator and called a security team to meet him in the transporter room.
He picked up his phaser in its holster and attached it to his hip. Shoving a hand through short black hair the Caucasian man made his way through the ship to the transporter room. There he waited for and met Ensigns Turner, Jones, Smith and Bishop. "Be prepared for Romulans. They may open fire but this is why we need to be ready." Turning away from the team he opened his communicator again, "We're all set in the Transporter room Captain. Waiting on you."
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Jessica followed the co-ordinates on screen and even kept fingers brushing around the controls that would power up the weapons. It had been a while since she'd fired the big guns and yes, she was a little eager to fire them again, but that was what she loved about her job.
The traveling. The meeting of foreign people. The different customs. The stars.
The big guns.
A smile adorned her face at that thought and she did well to rid it off before anybody caught sight. Clearing her throat she fiddled with many blinking lights and dials until she was given her next orders.
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Post by Tonks on May 12, 2013 21:47:17 GMT
"Expect hostility, but we want to stun them; not kill." Captain Barnes replied to Sumners through the communicator. Barnes stood now, again pulling the bottom of his uniform top to straighten it out. He started walking towards the Turbolift as he spoke to Faulkner; "Get the medical bay ready for some unconscious, injured Romulans. And send a message to the transporter room; we beam up 6 and then the last 1 on his own. You have the bridge." Standing in the Turbolift, the doors quickly shut closed in front of him as he stated his last orders.
"Deck 7." Barnes spoke clearly and the lift began to move.
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Post by Light on May 12, 2013 22:26:35 GMT
"Aye sir..." Faulkner replied as Barnes headed out, then opened the comms to the Medical Bay: "Bridge to Medical Bay. Prepare to receive casualties. Maximum Seven. Romulans. Likely unconscious or otherwise incapacitated..." unless they were feeling co-operative; probably not, but you always did get surprises every now and again. Once Medical confirmed, he switched channels to the Transporter Room: "Bridge to Transporter Room. Tralek, you're to transport the Romulans aboard in two groups. Six first, then the last one alone. Wait on the Captain's arrival, then proceed..." he ordered, then closed the channel.
He then sat in the chair behind his screen and ran a hand through his crop of blonde hair as he reviewed the data on-screen: "Dawson, keep us in a holding pattern at our current position..." he looked to the Helmsman, then back to the rest of the Bridge: "Everyone else, as you were, but run a long-range scan, let's see if we can find any signs of the ship that shuttle came from whilst the Captain greets our guests..."
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T'Vara blinked then ever so slightly frowned as she heard it was Romulans they were expecting. She sent an acknowledgement of the order back to Faulkner. By the time she turned to her medical crew, her expression was its usual blank self: "Everyone to your stations. Casualties imminent. Romulan. Prepare treatments accordingly..." she said, opening the comms to the Security Office: "Medical to Security. Send a couple of guards over..." it would not do to take chances with Romulans.
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Post by PenguinNinja on May 12, 2013 22:59:59 GMT
Jessica nodded her confirmation of orders and kept her eyes fixed on the screen in front of her where the shuttle was floating. Her fingers twitched over the buttons and dials. 'Just give us an excuse,' she thought darkly to herself.
After a moment she shook those thoughts away with a frown. She felt like she was too eager to be pushing the buttons that would end the Romulans in front of them. Why she wasn't too sure. Maybe it was the lack of anything to do that had her itching to do something exciting so quickly.
To further shed those thoughts she rolled her ahead about her shoulders, stretching her neck muscles out. Strands of brown hair tickled the nape of her neck from her pony tail that never seemed to vanish. Whenever she wasn't in her bunk she had her hair up.
She forced her mind back to the panel in front of her.
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Kyle set up Smith, Jones and Bishop on one side of the transporters whilst he and Turner stood on the other, phasers set to stun and held by their sides in preparation.
After hearing T'Vara's request he gave permission for two security personnel to stand at the doors of the infirmary. If trouble brewed then the Romulans would not do a great deal.
He hoped.
With a sigh he shook of an incoming yawn. He needed to fix his sleep cycle and soon. Working on five hours of interrupted sleep was not a good way to do his job. Especially when it involved the safety of the rest of the crew.
Maybe he needed a good lay.
That thought made him quirk a brow. Last time it had happened he'd had a week of uninterrupted sleep. That appealed to him. A smile tugged the corners of his mouth and he let the thought boil at the back of his mind. It wouldn't be something he sought to do immediately, but maybe if he'd tried other options.
Shoving those thoughts deep into the back of his mind, Kyle narrowed his eyes to the transporters, almost expecting them to bite. All they had to do now was wait for the Captain and wait for the Romulans.
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Post by Mr Spock on May 14, 2013 13:39:58 GMT
T'Palla turned back in her seat and opened communication as the Captain left.
"Bridge to Engineering. Lieutenant Tralek, I'm on my way with scanners for potential contamination. Please secure the deck until I can green-light them for medical."
"Aye-aye, Miss. T'Palla!" crackled Tralek's unnecessarily perky voice back, before T'Palla pushed herself out of her seat and walked unaided to the turbolift, though the woman to her side kept step with her.
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"Okay, we're waiting for the Captain and Miss. T'Palla!" Tralek announced, as if she were a gameshow host rather than a skilled engineer and physicist. She didn't suit her own qualifications at all as she pressed the alarmingly large and accessible button that would put the bay into lockdown just as the Captain arrived, and the doors slid shut.
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"Do you have the scanners, Zarah?" T'Palla asked, slightly more conversational as they stood in the turbolift and it took them down to the transporter room. Zarah smiled, grateful as ever for the acknowledgement.
"Yes, Ma'am, right here," she said, arming T'Palla with a device similar in appearance to a phaser, but the LED screen on the top lit up as it adjusted to T'Palla's hand.
"User Identified: Lieutenant Commander T'Palla, NCC-1775. Authorized access."
As the computer generated voice spoke and the lift came to a halt, T'Palla remained impassive as she stepped out onto the transporter floor and approached the locked sliding door, a gentle touch on her arm from Zarah enough to stop her walking into it. Zarah hurried over to the rentinal scanner at the side of the door and let its green light span the width of her eye.
"Crewman Zarah Jisso, special access." spoke the same computerized female that had spoken from T'Palla's scanner, before there was a ping sound that implied success - or a microwave finishing - and the door slid open for the two to pass into the now crowded transporter room.
Syla turned, beaming at both of them, before hitting the same large red button again and the door slamming shut again.
"Okay! Let's get this show on the road..." she said, suddenly concentrating as she began to press a seemingly random selection of buttons then pull the oversized lever that made the transporters buzz.
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Post by Tonks on May 14, 2013 16:38:42 GMT
Captain Barnes arrived in the transporter room and the doors locked behind him. He stood next to Tralek, just behind the podium. He readied his phaser to stun and nodded to Tralek to tell her to beam them up.
As the panel buzzed he took a deep breath and watched as the silhouettes of 6 Romulans began to appear. Two at the back appeared to be lying on the floor; probably unconscious and possibly injured. The other 4 were facing varying directions. The silhouettes began to take real form and the 4 conscious Romulans frantically looked around to figure out what had happened to them. They all reached for their guns as Barnes spoke; "Welcome aboard gentlemen, I suggest you stand d-" he was interrupted by 2 shots fired at the security crew.
He ducked behind the podium as shots fired in his direction.
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