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  1. School Orientation - Scary

  2. ((OOC: The Full title of this is: Episode 1: SB118 Mystery Hour - The Pact, but unfortunately it was too large to fit in the Topic Title input)) ((Blueheart’s Quarters, USS Avandar / Haase’s Quarters, USS Gorkon)) ::Adam had recently changed quarters after the sudden invasion of the glass orb. Finally settling in, he felt compelled to speak with his mentor - Captain Raj Blueheart, who was now serving aboard the recently commissioned USS Avandar.:: HAASE: =/\= Computer, establish a linkup with the computer of the USS Avandar. =/\= COMPUTER: =/\= Please enter authorized security code =/\= HAASE: =/\= Haase-Alpha-Twenty-Four-Green =/\= COMPUTER: =/\= Security code recognized. Linkup has been established =/\= ::Adam walked over to his computer monitor located on his desk, and sat down in the uncomfortable chair.:: oO I really need to get a new one of these…. Oo ::Tapping a few buttons, he established communication with his former captain, who was conveniently located in his quarters:: HAASE: =/\= Hello, Captain! =/\= ::Raj was awakened by a pinging. An annoying pinging. Getting up and rubbing his eyes, he dragged his feet to the computer console and blinked several times. Tapping a few buttons he stared at a face with one eye open. After a few seconds, he recognized the face as his former engineer, the much adored Lt JG Adam Haase. Raj gasped. Was he ready to talk to his former crew member, let alone see his face? He almost reached out to switch the computer off. But something prevented him from doing so. Perhaps he missed the guy too much.:: BLUEHEART: =/\= Adam.. =/\= HAASE: =/\= It’s good to see you again, sir. Looks like SFI defrosted you nicely. =/\= BLUEHEART: ::chuckling:: =/\= Yes.. it seems they have. It’s good to see you too, Adam. =/\= ::He wanted to run away. He still found it difficult to look Adam in the eye. How can someone look the person they let down ever again in the eye?:: HAASE: =/\= So...I, um…=/\= ::Adam now had no idea what he had wanted to say. His mind was suddenly blank, a clear sheet of paper. Looking into the eyes of the obviously tired captain, he brought up the only subject he could relate on.:: =/\= Why, Raj? How? =/\= BLUEHEART: =/\= Um.. I got fired. Ha. Ha. =/\= ::It was just a combination of too little sleep and haunted memories resulting in extremely poor humor. It was only after a few moments of silence did he realize that his friend was asking why he had been silent for so long. For surely their friendship went beyond the call of duty and actually meant something.:: BLUEHEART: =/\= Oh.. =/\= ::lengthy pause, turning his head away slightly:: =/\= I.. I guess I’m still trying to resolve some guilt. =/\= HAASE: =/\= Guilt? =/\= ::Adam took a pause to keep from sounding upset:: =/\= What guilt? =/\= BLUEHEART: =/\= For letting the crew down. For letting you down. =/\= HAASE: =/\= Letting me down? =/\= ::Adam was shocked:: =/\= You didn’t let any of us down! =/\= BLUEHEART: oO But I did!! Oo ::bowing his head:: =/\= Maybe.. but it still feels that way. =/\= HAASE: ::Adam silently wanted to reach through the monitor and shake some sense into him:: =/\= You did what you had to do. I never questioned your motives. I only question Starfleet Intelligence…=/\= ::Adam’s face turned cold:: HAASE: =/\= What did they do to you…. =/\= BLUEHEART: ::shaking his head:: =/\= I wish it were clear to me too. Everything is a blur. =/\= HAASE: =/\= The cryo-stasis, the sudden disappearance from the base….and other intelligence that I’m sure is classified. Can you clear any of this up? =/\= BLUEHEART: ::shaking his head again:: =/\= I can’t. That’s what is so frustrating! All I remember is being drugged, then waking up in some dingy lab surrounded by surgical instruments. Then the next thing I remember is walking out of a dungeon and into a frozen wasteland and.. nothing after that. =/\= HAASE: =/\= ::astonished:: A dungeon?! Who would have any desire to capture you? How did SFI know you were there? =/\= BLUEHEART: =/\= I don’t know. SF Medical ran a battery of tests on me back on DS26. They didn’t find anything, or should I say, couldn’t find anything. All I know is when I regained consciousness, I was back on DS26, and all I knew was what was revealed to me officially. Everything else was classified. =/\= HAASE: =/\= How can they classify your own disappearance from you? That’s just wrong…. =/\= ::Adam drifted off for a moment, clouded with his own thoughts:: BLUEHEART: =/\= Oh, one other thing! When I was in the lab, I recall seeing.. seeing a vision of myself. I know it sounds crazy and I may have been under a lot of drugs, but it was so vivid. It was like staring into a mirror! Do you think.. do you think that someone who looked like me could’ve committed the murder? To frame me? I don’t have all the details only what I read after I was released by Medical. =/\= HAASE: =/\= I don’t know….this is all so confusing. ::rubbing his eyes in frustration:: BLUEHEART: leaning forward close to the screen:: =/\= Promise me! Promise me we’ll get to the bottom of this! Maybe not now but.. one day! =/\= HAASE: =/\= I….::starting at Raj::...I promise. =/\= BLUEHEART: =/\= And.. =/\= ::A dark shadow swept across his face.:: =/\= And there’s one other thing, Adam. =/\= ::Adam couldn’t imagine what more there was to discuss, but he listened intently.:: HAASE: =/\= Go ahead… =/\= BLUEHEART: =/\= Emerson. =/\= ::He almost looked away from the screen altogether.:: =/\= I need answers! His death.. I can only hold it all together for so long! I’m ashamed to even say this but I want justice! No! I want vengeance!! =/\= HAASE: ::surprised by his sudden rampage:: =/\= Raj….I...I never met Emerson. =/\= ::looking to the ground, and then into his eyes.:: =/\= But if he means that much to you….I will do everything in my power to resolve his death. =/\= BLUEHEART: =/\= I don’t want his death to be in vain! Do you understand? He means the world to me! =/\= oO You still do, my love. Even in death, you still do. Oo ::Although Adam was thousands of miles from his captain, he could sense the absolute need for resolution. The need for answers. And he wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted. Adam just hoped that Raj wouldn’t take it too far…:: HAASE: =/\= Yes...I understand.=/\= ::sighing:: =/\= I just don’t know what I can do…=/\= ::A ship-wide comm alerted him to the mission briefing about to take place in a few minutes.:: BLUEHEART: ::curtly:: =/\= I have to go. Mission briefing. =/\= HAASE: =/\= Understood. =/\= BLUEHEART: ::terse:: =/\= This stays between us, okay? Only between you and me! =/\= HAASE: ::Adam grimaced in fear:: =/\= Yes, sir. I understand. But - one more thing. I need your help as well….sort of a...mutual arrangement. =/\= BLUEHEART: ::arching an eyebrow:: oO The young padawan is learning. Good. Oo =/\= Go ahead. =/\= HAASE: =/\= Do you remember…=/\=::Adam paused and blushed::...=/\= Mary Fenelli? =/\= BLUEHEART: =/\= Of course. She’s on board with me on the Avandar. What about her? =/\= HAASE: =/\= You must keep this confidential. =/\= ::Adam stared intently:: BLUEHEART: =/\= Oh out with it already! =/\= HAASE: =/\= Her paralysis was not….entirely coincidental. =/\= BLUEHEART: ::voice dropping a tone:: =/\= What are you saying.. .. ? =/\= HAASE: =/\= I went over a few of the Atlantis’ medical logs. Someone...and I don’t know who...managed to replicate neurological toxins….unrecognizable by conventional scanners...to intentionally paralyze her. She was paralyzed on purpose. =/\= ::He felt like he was hit by a starship flying at warp 9. What was going on? He felt like he was returning to different life from the one he left behind before his kidnapping. Suddenly the world was an evil, dark place filled with evil, dark people.:: BLUEHEART: =/\=No……….. =/\= HAASE: =/\= I...I can send you the logs. They were well hidden - but I know how to retrieve lost information. I...I couldn’t believe it myself. =/\= BLUEHEART: =/\= I can’t believe this is happening!! =/\= ::He grabbed the sides of his head with both hands.:: =/\= What did I wake up to?? I wish.. I wish I was never thawed back to life! =/\= HAASE: =/\= No! You can’t say that. I need you. You need me. Together -- we can solve these mysteries and determine what really happened. =/\= ::A second reminder shipwide comm interrupted their conversation.:: BLUEHEART: ::hastily:: =/\= We’ll get to the bottom of this! You have my word! =/\= HAASE: =/\= Thank you, Sir. Just… =/\= ::pausing:: =/\= You can’t tell Mary. It would break her heart. =/\= BLUEHEART: =/\= I won’t. Scout’s honor. =/\= ::finally managing a smile, albeit a weak one:: =/\= Thanks for calling, Adam. It’s nice to know someone still believes in an old, washed-up has-been like me. =/\= HAASE: =/\= You’re not washed-up, sir. In fact - you may be the only one I can truly trust. =/\= ::Adam’s console beeped.:: =/\= I’d better go. =/\= BLUEHEART: ::nodding:: =/\= Stay safe, soldier. =/\= HAASE: =/\= You as well. =/\= ::Adam tapped his monitor and ended the call. What was happening to the Federation? To Starfleet? How were we so easily infiltrated? Adam would determine this, if it was the last thing he ever did.:: ::The connection was terminated. He only leaned back for a second, to heave a great sigh, before jumping out of his seat to head to the briefing room.:: Stay tuned for the next installment of SB118 - Mystery Hour =========================================== Lt JG Adam Haase Engineering Officer USS Gorkon NCC-82293 A239112TJ0 & Captain Raj Blueheart Chief Medical Officer USS Avandar NCC-80203 D238601RB0
  3. WINDOWS 10 - Make a Program for Star Trek Gaming on HoloLens!!!

  4. Heading off to sleep. Good night, SB118

  5. Hehehehe. My dream scene will take everyone by surprise

  6. ((PART ONE)) ((USS Atlantis - Deck Two - The Trident)) ::The turbolift came to a stop with the introductions completed, and both officers stepped out. Walking into the Trident, both sat down. At first, no one spoke. But little by little, Adam gained the courage to take his eyes away from the large window, and engaged T'Var.:: HAASE: So, what were those ideas you talked about? I’m just bursting with anticipation. HELLING: You remember in the briefing Commander Townson said we may have to infiltrate Holonna. I’m just, ::T’Var hesitated:: I’ve been thinking over possibilities. HAASE: I'm good at keeping secrets. ::Adam inched forward a bit:: Go ahead...I'm all ears. HELLING: ::T’Var considered him for a moment.:: Alright, ::leaning forward on her elbows.:: We know that the inhabitants of Holonna look a lot like humans, right? HAASE: Yes. In fact, they are almost indistinguishable - except for a trained eye in anatomy. HELLING: Exactly, so we can send a human away team down to search for the Captain. Braddock and I can monitor the group’s progress from the ship, guide them or advise them as need be. HAASE: But, and I’m not saying this from a tactical perspective since I’m not, but don’t you think we should conduct a bit of surveillance first? I mean, what if they wear strange clothing? We’d need to replicate it. What if they have scanning devices for incoming citizens? They may track the slightest difference in anatomy. I would agree that this sounds paranoid, but we must be certain. We don’t want to lose anyone else. Losing the Captain was enough. ::Adam sighed. Crossing his arms, he placed them on the table as a pillow for his head.:: HELLING: True and if we can find a possible diplomatic solution I would be thrilled. Obviously we try talking first, but I’ll leave that up to Commander Townson or our new diplomatic officers. Negotiations have never been my strong point. But if that fails, we scan the planet, send in a probe if necessary, try to locate the Captain that way. And again if that fails, then we turn our attention to a infiltrate and rescue mission. Our scans should show us what kinds of clothing they wear and should reveal any sensor nets. We may be able to hack into any surveillance equipment they have, but that would take time we may not have. Kidnapped Captains have a tendency to not end up in the best shape, I’d rather get him back on board in one piece. HAASE: Hmmm…::Adam pulled a PADD from his back pocket:: I have an idea. ::With a few clicks and taps, he had retrieved every piece of information on the inhabitants of Holonna.:: Perhaps, we could adapt personal dampening field to each one of you, allowing you to look, sound, and anatomically be one of them. No medical problems, no scanning problems, no dialect problems. We’d automatically program their vernacular into the systems for your continued use. How does that sound? ::Adam always became excited when he figured something out. Especially if it had to do with dampening fields. In fact, his thesis at the Vulcan Science Academy was on dampening fields and subspace harmonics. Quite a different subject indeed, but his mind was wandering. He focused back on T’Var.:: HELLING: ::T’Var considered him for a time, mulling it over.:: Maybe I really did need an engineer’s point of view. You’d make a good tactical officer. ::Interlocking her fingers beneath her chin she leaned in, eyes locked with Adam’s.:: It’s an interesting idea, and highly plausible, would it work just for small changes, like with humans or also for more... ::she paused, trying to decide upon the right word.:: ...extreme differences, like, for example, Klingons? HAASE: In fact, you, my dear, would be relatively simple to dampen. Most of your body is human, due to your unique situation, one parent Klingon and the other Human. Only a few of your organs would have to be masked, along with a few…::he paused::...exterior features. ::T’Var snorted with amusement.:: HAASE: But I wouldn’t suggest sending...let’s say...Andorians on this mission. That would be an extreme programming disaster. ::Adam laughed:: HELLING: How long do you think a dampening field like that would take to adapt? Do you have enough data at the moment or will you require extra scans of the planet, inhabitants, anything? HAASE: Well, the information here is a little sketchy. According to the Starfleet Colonization Database, this planet has only been approached by two ships. Only one got close range scans, and no away teams were sent due to the prime directive. Although...in my eyes this species looks smart enough to achieve warp drive. Why they haven’t I do not know. But unfortunately, I’m going to need us to take a direct orbit of the planet...even if that means hiding around one of the poles...so that I can get some more detailed information about this species. I can program the shields to protect us from any of their satellite equipment, just in case. HELLING: Could we get the appropriate data with a probe? HAASE: ::Adam considered T’Var’s idea...but had to knock it down.:: I would...but this type of data needs to be precise. A probe’s sensor range is limited...and I don’t want to risk having to send anything down into the atmosphere unless we absolutely have to. If need be, I’ll try to re-route power through the ship’s aft couplings to allot the necessary power to the sensor relays to get us extended range. But that would still require an outer orbit. HELLING: ::T’Var dropped her hands to her lap, twisting her fingers together, thinking it over.:: I’m hesitant to bring the ship into an orbit in which the inhabitants of Holonna could see us. But if we hide it over a pole, as you suggested, we might be able to keep her undetected. Do you think Fenelli could keep us out of their sight? HAASE: ::Adam considered for a moment:: I’m sure she could...and, with the shield modification I’ll implement, with the approval of Varaan of course, their scanning technology will bounce right off of us...no detection whatsoever. Of course, keeping us within a polar orbit will make sure that we aren’t detected. As soon as we get those scans, I’ll begin to program your dampeners. This all shouldn’t take more than 5 or 6 hours. ::Adam wiped the metaphorical sweat from his forehead and smiled.:: Nice work! HELLING: ::T’Var nodded slightly.:: Okay then. You’d better be ready with your programing expertise. I want to get this done as quickly as we can. In and out. Well, ::adding with a shrug.:: that’s if our commanding officers approve this. HAASE: Of course. ::Adam sighed. Such good ideas go to waste when the commanding officers don’t approve. Perhaps mind control was an option….:: Let’s swing this by LtCmdr Townson. I’m sure that with all of the planning we’ve done she’ll agree. In fact, I’ll replicate the dampeners now to show her. I’ll demonstrate on myself...and you...if that’s okay. It’ll help her to know that we worked on this collectively. HELLING: That it will. ::Smiling,:: And you can demonstrate on me as long as you promise not to kill me. HAASE: ::smiling:: It’s a deal. HELLING: ::T’Var laughed slightly.:: Let’s get to work. ((Engineering, USS Atlantis)) ::Over the next couple of hours, Adam and T’Var slaved away at the replicators and in front of computer screens. Everything must be planned correctly...and planned correctly it was - down to the nanosecond. Diagrams were drawn, schematics were archived. Laughter proceeded. Everything was going as planned. The only thing left - approval.:: HAASE: So...do you think we’re ready to show what we’ve got? HELLING: ::Hands on hips, looking over their work.:: I think so. We’ve gone over every inch of this thing enough times. But you’re the engineer, so if you with all your techie knowledge think it’s ready then it’s ready. HAASE: Perfect. Here, mind holding these PADDs? ::Adam picked up what seemed to be 20 PADDs and placed them into the arms of T’Var.:: Yes...we need them all. HELLING: ::The half Klingon laughed, trying not to drop them.:: oO Maybe I’ll just throw one at him when he’s not looking. Oo ::She stopped, narrowing her eyes at Adam in mocking disdain.:: Can you read my thoughts? HAASE: Oh, yes. ::Adam picked up the test dampeners.:: And before we go I think I will replicate a helmet. Don’t want one of those flying PADDs of yours to knock me unconscious! ::Adam laughed:: HELLING: ::She laughed.:: Well at least you’re honest about it, it’s Vulcan’s I don’t trust, ::whispering for effect.:: emotionless. HAASE: Well they say that Vulcans have deep-seeded emotions, but coming from a half-Klingon I can see as to how you might think that they are emotionless. ::grinning:: But coming from a Betazoid who is trained in the art of digging deep into the thoughts of others - let’s just say that I’ve broken the emotion barrier in a few Vulcans, to say the least. HELLING: ::Raising an interested eyebrow.:: Really, you must tell me what you found. But lets walk, or I might just have to throw one of these at you so I don’t drop the lot. HAASE: Well, if that’s the case...then so be it! ::Grinning:: Let’s get a move on. To Be Continued... ---------- ((PART 2)) ((USS Atlantis - Corridor to turbolift - Deck 11)) ::Together they left engineering and walked down the corridor heading for the turbolift. T'Var clutching the PADDs haphazardly in her arms and Adam carefully holding the prototype.:: HELLING: ::Adjusting her hold on the various PADDs:: So tell me a bit about these Vulcan emotions. HAASE: They are very, very deep. ::rubbing chin:: Although I don’t think I ever sensed happiness. I’ve sensed guilt...worry...stress...and sadness even, but I don’t think that I ever felt happiness. Must be really buried. HELLING: They feel worry over happiness!? I thought being half Klingon was hard oO what with all the conflicting emotions. Oo but I'll take any day Klingon over Vulcan anyway. HAASE: ::smiling:: I can understand that. But being Vulcan and not being clouded by any emotion might be helpful sometimes. But then again - not having any gut feelings might be a problem as well. I’m sure that your gut works perfectly, T’Var. ::Adam looks over to T’Var who is still slightly struggling to carry the PADDs:: HAASE: I’m sure those Klingon sense are all fired up and ready for action! ::T'Var thought back over all the times when her instinct had got her out of problems and how adrenaline always rushed through her just when she needed it.:: HELLING: ::Nodding in agreement.:: I guess you’re right there. But being half Klingon has got me into trouble more than most people. ::Smiling a little.:: Let's just say we Klingons, or half Klingons, have a bit of a temper. HAASE: Oh, really? I couldn’t tell! I thought you were being nice when you threatened to throw a PADD at me. ::laughs:: Was that not what you intended? ::Adam was trying to make her aggravated with his sarcasm. It was always fun to play with a feisty Klingon:: HELLING: ::A cheeky smile playing round her lips:: It may have been a little bit of a joke but then, ::her eyes darted sideways to watch his reaction,:: you'd better be ready to duck, just in case. ::It was about then T'Var wondered if she would actually get away with throwing a PADD at him. But remembering that Adam might be reading her mind, she instantly tried hide those thought with others, it didn't work to well, the image of a PADD hitting the Betazoid's head was just too funny to block out.:: HAASE: ::Adam began to laugh:: I really should be scared! That image is a little gruesome, if you ask me! I had no idea you could throw so hard. ::Adam stopped and closed his eyes:: And why is there blood? Are you planning to kill me? HELLING: ::T'Var laughed.:: It May briefly have crossed my mind. But don't worry, ::somehow she managed to maneuver one of her hands still clutching PADDs to pat him reassuringly on the shoulder.:: I've never killed anyone. ::The mischievous side of her rose again and she added.:: Well, not yet anyway. HAASE: ::Adam pressed the button outside the turbolift, which opened, and both officer entered:: So, how do we plan to present this? HELLING: ::Turning to Adam.:: Well how do you want to do it? HAASE: I’m not going to come up with the plan! You’re Security chief! You should be the one who has tactics in mind. ::Adam grinned:: See what I did there? ::Adam always admired puns, especially when he created them:: HELLING: ::T'Var snorted with laughter.:: oO I think I'm rather growing to like this Betazoid. Oo Alright then. When we get up there I think we should tell Townson our idea, explain a little about how it would work, I'll give you that job since you’re the engineer. Then, if she asks to see how it works, which she probably will, we demonstrate the prototype. HAASE: That sound’s like an appropriate plan. ::Adam look up, as if the computer was actually there:: Computer, Deck One. ::The humming of the turbolift ended the conversation, and both officers arrived, arms full, onto the bridge.:: ((Bridge, USS Atlantis)) HAASE: After you, Lieutenant. HELLING: Thank you, Lieutenant ::grinning.:: ::T'Var left the turbolift, Adam just behind her and approached the Captain's chair where Commander Townson sat.:: HELLING: ::Slightly nervous, though she wasn't about to admit it to anyone. Spoke.:: Commander. HELLING: ::T'Var glanced quickly at Adam, hoping, for the first time he was listening to her thoughts.:: oO Good luck, lets hope she likes it. Oo HAASE: ::looking to T’Var, and back to LtCmdr. Townson:: We have something we’d like to show you. ::smiling.:: If you would, could you follow me to the conference room? TOWNSON: response ((Briefing Room, USS Atlantis)) ::As each officer entered the Briefing Room, Adam looked to T’Var to begin the explanation.:: ::T'Var, for her part, leaned over the table and dropped the PADDs onto it letting them slide over each other like lava from a volcano. Looking up from the mess to Tracey, she began her explanation.:: HELLING: We were thinking about how to reach the Captain when we get to Holonna. Even though humans and the inhabitants of Holonna are virtual identical, if they have any type of sensor net, or something similar, scanning for anyone who is not of Holonna then any search and rescue party would stand out a mile. To keep us from being discovered in this eventuality, we came up with the idea of a personal dampening field which we can adapt to make us appear the same as the Holonna inhabitants. TOWNSON: response HELLING: We have a prototype with us. ::Nodding towards the device that sat on the table in front of Adam.:: As for how it would work, I'll let Adam....er... Lieutenant Haase explain that. He is after all the Engineer. HAASE: Commander Townson, this device utilizes a dampening field to shield all known medical and scanning devices from detecting the actual organism. Let us say that I wanted Lieutenant Helling to be an Andorian. Simply program needed medical and physical data into the device, and activate it when necessary. These devices are powered by merely walking, so power is not a problem. Would you like a demonstration? ::Adam gestured towards T’Var, the PADDs, as well as the devices, all in one long, elegant swoop of the arm.:: TOWNSON: response HELLING: It will affect both interior and exterior physiology. TOWNSON: response HELLING: Very well. ::T'Var picked up the prototype and offered it to Adam.:: Shall we? HAASE: Of course, Lieutenant. ::Adam walked to the wall console, and accessed the small device on the table, while T’Var attached the small device to her ankle.:: Now, I will activate the device and transform Lieutenant Helling into...hmmm...how about a Gorn? ::Adam couldn’t help but giggle:: HELLING: ::Stifling a laugh herself:: Gorn sounds good to me. HAASE: A Gorn it is! ::Adam accessed the console, and activated the device. Immediately, a royal blue light shown through the Lieutenant’s uniform, scanning her physiology for the smallest of deviances. Almost instantly afterwards, the transition began. Her feet became claw-like and green. Her outfit changed as well, and eventually the all-too-well-known Gorn appearance stood before them:: HAASE: If you would, Lieutenant. Please speak. ::Adam wanted to test and see if the syntax and vernacular database was in operation:: HELLING: ::T'Var knew what was about to happen but it still surprised her when her oddly transformed voice came out.:: This is the part that I find the most impressive. ::As soon as she spoke, the Gorn accent was clearly visible, and even words that Adam had never heard were pouring from the lips of the newly transformed Lieutenant Helling. Adam wanted to laugh, but this was a professional experiment. Adam walked over to LtCmdr Townson.:: HAASE: As you see, Commander, this not only physically changes the dampened officer, but also includes precise information from the speech database of the culture being replicated. Would you like to scan her? ::Adam figured that this would be the ultimate test - the test that would help to determine if this plane would succeed or fail. If she was indiscernible from a Gorn, then the plan worked.:: TOWNSON: response HAASE: Yay! I mean, yes commander. We planned for every possible contingency. Do you have any questions? Perhaps you would like to be transformed yourself? ::T'Var found an uncontrollable smile spreading over her face. It had worked! It had actually worked. She'd hoped it would obviously but she had been worried that there would be a few discrepancies they'd overlooked. This, well this had worked better than anticipated or even hoped.:: TOWNSON: response ::Adam was about to take the PADDs out of the room when he realized that he had forgotten T’Var, who was speaking in quite an interesting Gorn accent:: HELLING: ::T'Var reached to help Adam pick up the PADDs and gave a start of surprise when she saw Gorn hands were where her own should be. She leaned close to Adam and spoke in a quiet voice so the acting captain wouldn't hear.:: Adam. Although being a Gorn is novel, I would much rather not make everyone on the bridge panic when they see a Gorn magically appear from the briefing room. HAASE: Oh, Sorry Lieutenant. ::Adam hid the smirk that appeared on his face. He walked over to the controls and released her:: ::T'Var waited as the young engineer moved to the console, tapped the controls and made her usual half Klingon visage appear once more.:: HELLING: Thanks. ::She sighed when she heard her restored voice. It was oddly pleasing being her again.:: HAASE: Well...let’s go place this stuff back in Engineering. I’ve a few slight modifications to make that will require the use of a Tactical officer. Would you mind helping out a little more? HELLING: Of course. ::She nodded politely to Tracey as they left.:: HAASE: Thanks. ::Both officers made their way back down to engineering - where Lt. Helling was to enlighten Adam on the concept of advanced shielding and procedure.:: ((USS Atlantis - Deck 11 - Engineering)) HELLING: ::Dumping the PADDs on a workbench and turning to Adam.:: Shall we start? HAASE: Yes. Let’s begin. I’d like to add some safety equipment to these, just in case. You know - something always has to go wrong. ::Adam rolled his eyes and spoke to himself:: oO I thought that there were procedures on Away Missions - but it always seems that no one pays attention to them. I might as well add something to keep their butts safe Oo HELLING: What sort of safety equipment were you think? HAASE: Well, I was thinking about small portable shields. What do you think? HELLING: I think you'd make a good tactical officer. ::Leaning over the prototype to examine it in closer detail.:: Due to it's size, the shield won't be the most powerful thing in the universe but if everyone on this mission has their own, it won't need to be. We just need something large enough for one person and strong enough with with stand phaser fire. It could also do with being fairly adaptive so it can stand up against a variety of frequencies. HAASE: ::laughing:: You make it sound like we’re fighting the Borg! I would worry more about projectile objects, such as bullets, more than I would about varying phaser frequencies. According to the Colonization database, about half of the planet is rural, so unless we infiltrate their leader’s household, I would just focus on making the shield work. ::smiling:: But if you can make it adaptive and stronger, I invite you to do so. HELLING: ::Chuckling.:: I guess I've spent too long training against more advanced species. ::More to herself than Adam.:: Maybe I should include a scenario like this at the next Security training. ::Turning her attention back to Adam.:: Okay, shall we begin? HAASE: Of course. The first thing that we need to do is find a generator small enough to fit on the outside of the dampener. It must also not interfere with the dampener in any way. Any suggestions? HELLING: ::Hesitating for a moment to think.:: Well the damping field works on a few specific frequencies. So as long as the shield doesn't work on or block those frequencies there should be no problems. HAASE: ::nodding his head in agreement:: I believe so. But we also need to make sure that the shield doesn’t cause any malfunctions. The creation of the shield might potentially cause a shutdown of the dampener. What are the most common shield frequencies? HELLING: Um.... ::she shuffled through the PADDs on the table.:: I think. Ahh here. ::She handed Adam a PADD filled with numbers and equations. Clicking through T'Var found the page she was looking for.:: These. HAASE: Thanks. ::begins typing furiously on another PADD:: So, as long as we stay away from those frequencies and keep with this shield model, we should be fine. Does that make sense to you? Sometimes I only think things are right when I understand them… HELLING: Yep, it makes sense to me. ::But T'Var's attention was elsewhere. With Adam's back turned her eyes had wandered to the pile of currently unused PADDs and a smile of mischievous glee was spreading over her face.:: ::Biting her lip, T'Var glanced up at Adam as he typed away, back turned. Trying to force her mind to stay blank so as not to give the telepath any warning. T'Var reached carefully and quietly for a PADD. Careful not to use too much force, she didn't actually want to hurt him, T'Var launched the PADD towards the back of the new friend’s head.:: HAASE: ::Adam continued to type on the PADD, so engrossed that he was unaware of the mischievous act T’Var was planning. He had just finished and turned around when a PADD smacked him across the face:: Ah! What the frak was that? T’Var! HELLING: ::Laughing:: I only torture my friends. HAASE: Why do you torture friends? Isn’t saying “friend” supposed to mean that you’re going to be extra specially nice? ::rubbing face:: HELLING: ::She considered it for a moment, maybe she did have a slightly unusual relationship with her friends.:: Possibly, ::T’Var walked over to Adam and placed a friendly hand on his arm.:: But friendships come in a variety of different forms. Mine always seem to have a slight element of violence in them. oO That’s probably the Klingon in me. Oo HAASE: I can definitely see that. ::Adam smiled:: Just try not to...you know...use that violence on my face again. ::Both officers started laughing, and soon enough the newly enhanced prototype was completed. Adam moaned inside, knowing that he should probably show his creation to Varaan, acting chief engineer. He sighed, and picked up the small device.:: HELLING: ::Looking to Adam with a smile.:: I think that’s everything. HAASE: We have to show this to Lt. Varaan - just to make sure all department heads involved are in the loop. ::sigh:: But that means putting ourselves in the immediate line of fire of a scrutinizing Vulcan. HELLING: The ‘not so emotionless’ Vulcans. I guess that’s the true final test, Vulcan approval. HAASE: Yeah, but I feel like Vulcans do express one emotion. An emotion that we may not consider an emotion - but they use it so often that it’s just like one. HELLING: ::Curiously:: What’s that? HAASE: Are you ready for it? ::grinning:: HELLING: Tell me. HAASE: ::starting to burst with laughter:: Criticism! ::Trying to talk while laughing:: If they’re happy, they criticise. If they’re sad, they criticise. It they’re upset, what do they do? HELLING: Criticise HAASE: Exactly! ::Adam looked to T’Var and stopped laughing:: And..::Adam’s smile faded from his face::....I guess it’s not that funny because you’re not laughing. HELLING: ::She smiled.:: It’s not that. It’s…. I’ve enjoyed working on this with you. HAASE: ::Adam looked to T’Var and smiled:: I’m glad we’ve had this time to...you know...connect. Just know this one thing -- no matter where we go, or what happens - I’ll never forget you. HELLING: ::T’Var was touched, it’d been a long time since she’d made a friend like Adam.:: I doubt I’ll be able to forget you anytime soon either. HAASE: ::Adam tried to hold back the tears that wanted so terribly to come forth. He forced a smile.:: Let’s go show this to Lieutenant Varaan. HELLING: ::T’Var hesitated for a moment, then hugged Adam. Stepping back she met his eyes.:: Let’s go and show him. ______________________________________________________________________________ Joint Post Brought To You By: Lt.JG. Adam Haase Engineering Officer USS Atlantis NCC-74682 & Lieutenant T’Var Helling Chief of Security/Tactical USS Atlantis NCC-74682
  7. To Dream or Not to Dream....I guess we'll find out in the long run

  8. Meeting and Greeting on USS Gorkon can get boring - let's get on with the ceremony!

  9. Well, No longer on Victory - Say hello the the USS Gorkon

  10. No longer on Victory - Gorkon was invented instead

  11. Sad to be leaving Atlantis - but glad to meet new friends aboard USS Victory

  12. Looks like EMH wins, Hands down! Robert Picardo - you are amazing!!!
  13. Captain Janeway is the obvious choice! Didn't you see the work she did with Q's son? She can do anything! And besides, she's a great role model, and a great problem solver. I can't imagine having anyone else as a Star Trek parent!
  14. I was so upset when this game was taken offline/canceled. I am unsure which occurred, but it seemed like such a fun game to play!
  15. Oh my goodness, yes! I loved playing Birth of the Federation. The fight scenes could have been better, but for the time I assume that they were good graphics. It was hard, but I even got it to run on Windows 8! Ah, those were the good times --- before my hard drive failed. xD
  16. I love the Star Trek Movies, even the Original Series, TNG, and 2009/2014 - don't get me wrong. But the Television series go so much further in depth that you can't ignore the fact that they are better. Over 720 episodes facing 13 or so movies? The 720 episodes have to win in my opinion.
  17. ((Holodeck 2, USS Atlantis)) :: In the heat of the moment Gwen found herself in a long, beautiful, and passionate kiss with Wyn. She wasn't sure which one of them kissed first but she didn't care. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it. The pair danced and kissed and didn’t notice Lt. JG Janeway coming up behind them. :: JANEWAY: GET AWAY FROM HER! SHE’S MY MATE! :: Breaking from the kiss :: GARDENER: What are you yelling about? JANEWAY: ::Getting increasingly frustrated:: YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT! GET AWAY FROM THAT ANDORIAN PUSS HOG!!! ::Wyn paused and looked around. So far, with the din of the music and the distraction of the fellow crewmembers, Janeway’s outburst was slow to register to everyone - including Dr. Foster. He knitted his snowy brows, starting that the Vulcan incredulously:: FOSTER: Your mate? What in the everloving hells of Qon'os are you talking about?! ::Both antennae perked up in a curiously aggressive stance:: Did you just call me a puss hog? :: Gwen stood there in shock not really sure what to do. Silently she looked at Wyn with confusion in her eyes as she backed away slowly. :: JANEWAY: ::Angrily tossing the chair aside, breaking the barrier between Lt. Foster and himself.:: GIVE HER TO ME! FOSTER: ::He leapt protectively in front of Gwen, his adrenaline spiking so fast that his body was taught like a bowstring:: That escalated quickly. ::clinically, oddly out of place considering the rampaging Vulcan coming towards him, he put his hands up and tried to talk it over:: Look... I think you're being a little illogical right now... :: Gwen froze. She had no clue what Janeway was thinking or talking about but she didn’t like it. This whole situation was scaring her half to death. It didn’t help that they found themselves cornered to the far side of the holiday party area. with a sea of tables, chairs and deceased penguin confetti separating them from the nearest person who could help. And by now everyone in the room had noticed...:: ::Again, he grabbed a chair and tossed it out of the way. His mind was locked into primitive thoughts, and his only desire was to grab Gwen and execute his plan.:: GARDENER: Lieutenant Junior Grade control yourself! :: Gwen yelled hoping that would do the trick, but somehow she knew that everything was about to go south. Noting anyone was saying seemed to register.:: JANEWAY: ::Leaping towards Lt. Foster.:: I AM SUPERIOR! YOU SHALL NOT KEEP MY LOVE FROM ME! FOSTER: You are frikken crazy is what you are… ::he intoned:: If this is Pon Farr... :: oO Love?! What on Terra is he talking about! Oo Gwen had only ever had one love in her whole life and it was Wyn, not Thomas. Gwen stood there unable to move as her fear consumed her. All she could do was stand there and pray everything would be okay. :: JANEWAY: ::He grasped Lt. Foster’s uniform and shoved with all of the force that he could, sending the lieutenant barreling backwards. For a moment, Kody looked confused, and apologetic - almost as if his logic was returning.:: ::Wyn looked around, noticing that the entire room was not staring at them. Well, good. There were a lot more of them than there was of Janeway. As he stumbled backwards he decided that the best course of action would simply be to delay the engineer for as long as possible until someone else could sedate him. Or he would get tossed around like a ragdoll. The world turned into a blur of motion that came to a jarring stop as soon as the concept of floor was introduced to the equation.:: FOSTER: ::Hitting the ground and rolling over one shoulder to his knees where he put up one hand in a non-threatening manner:: Look, let’s talk this out like rational people… ::He flickered his gaze upwards, trying to catch sight of Tama, or Ren, or anyone who might be able to take Janeway down…:: ::No such luck. As the Vulcan advanced the holodeck compliantly raised a forcefield directly behind him, crudely but effectively cutting off access from the other partygoers who remained.:: :: Gwen ran over to Wyn stooping down beside him and glancing back towards Janeway. Gwen didn’t see a logical Starfleet Officer, she saw an emotional, raging, Vulcan attacking the only person she ever truly loved. :: FOSTER: ::he looked upwards as pen shimmered into place:: You’ve got to be kidding me. ::he muttered:: Of course, he helped program this thing… ::He stayed stubbornly low to the ground, grasping Gwen’s shoulder in a reassuring manner, as if to say ‘It’s fine, I can handle this’:: JANEWAY: ::Within a moment of Lt. Gardener running to help Wyn up, the fire in his eyes re-kindled, and he was again ablaze with fury. He reached to his side, and grabbed his Starfleet Issue phaser. Pointing it at Lt. Foster, he began to yell.:: I DECLARE KOON-UT-KAL-IF-FEE! :: Gwen panicked, She knew little of Vulcan traditions, but she was pretty sure that meant that the two men were about to fight over the right to be her boyfriend. Honestly, she should have felt flattered that both men wanted the honors. The truth however, was her heart belonged to Wyn and she didn’t want him to get hurt because of her. :: FOSTER: ::Flat:: Oh [...], this IS Pon Farr. ::He blinked and protested in a louder tone:: I’m not even Vulcan you gold-suited ninny! GARDENER: Janeway! What will it take to stop this nonsense?! :: Gwen looked Janeway in the eye not wanting this to get worse. :: JANEWAY: ::Looking deeply into the eyes of Gwen, he began to panic. He had never gone this far before. The logic within him was sporadic, but what he knew for certain was that Gwen had to be his. It was ordained. Surak would understand. oO It must be true! She must be mine! Why else would I feel so strongly towards her??? Oo FOSTER: He’s hormonally unbalanced. Literally. He won’t stop unless we get him to sickbay… or he mates. Welcome to Vulcan Hell, population: us. GARDENER: oO Why is this happening?! Why me?!Oo JANEWAY: ::Keeping the phaser pointed at Lt. Foster:: Get up now! Do it, or I’ll shoot!!! ::Sweat poured down Kody’s face. The doctor must have known by now that there was something definitely wrong. Kody looked towards him as he slowly stood up.:: GARDENER: Don’t shoot...we can talk this out... :: Gwen followed suit rising to her feet, horrified of what Janeway might do. She already watched her father die in front of her, she wasn’t about to let her boyfriend get killed by a fellow officer if she could help it. :: FOSTER: Fine. Don’t shoot. I’m sure everyone is enjoying the show. ::he rose to his feet, turning to stare Janeway directly in the eyes. He pinned his antennae flat to his head and internally cursed himself for not having a medkit on his person. During the course of most any duty Wyn kept a variety of medical instruments including hyposprays tucked away in various easy to reach places. But when he had changed out of his duty uniform and into formal wear he had foolishly left everything in his quarters. It was a mistake he wouldn’t repeat. If he lived through this. Instead the diminutive doctor sized up his far larger opponent and started mentally mapping the Vulcan’s physiology. He didn’t know how much a Vulcan in the middle of Pon Farr felt pain, but he was guessing the answer was ‘not much.’ So joint locks and nerve strikes were out. But he had an idea… if he could get close enough…:: FOSTER: So what now? JANEWAY: YOU MUST OBEY KOON-UT-KAL-IF-FEE! FIGHT, ANDORIAN! ::Dr. Foster had a childhood filled with playground fights and beating back bullies. It gave him a certain poise and awareness that allowed him to react. However Janeway was far faster and stronger than any schoolyard bully. The first strike came quick and hard, enough to make Wyn’s vision flash over in white. He could hear the forcefield behind them, crackle - someone was trying to break it.:: FOSTER: ::With a strained voice:: I thought there was supposed to be a ritual to this, not just wanton destruction… ::he dodged the next blow by darting behind the table and the next by tossing a chair into Janeway’s path. But he was rapidly running out of furniture, and the forcefield still hadn’t fallen. It was time for Plan B.:: JANEWAY: AGHHH! GET AWAY FROM MY MATE!!! ::He threw his fists forwards, attempting to crush the Andorian. Unfortunately, he was too quick.:: ::Another strike, all too close to crushing bone, but this time the little Andorian dodged forward instead of backwards, ramming his shoulder into Janeway’s chest. The slight stun gave him just enough time to snake one arm upwards and grab onto the half-Vulcan’s neck where he dug one thumb into the throbbing carotid artery, cutting off the blood supply.:: FOSTER: oO It should only be a matter of seconds… if I can hold on… Oo ::he gritted his teeth, and glued himself to Janeway, trying to become the little tick you just couldn’t remove as it drained - or in this case stopped - your blood:: JANEWAY: NO! ::Feeling the blood supply cease, he began to become numb. Then he remembered...oO I was trained to use this method of attack! Oo. In a flash, his hand reached over the the Andorian’s and attempted to pry him from his neck. It was no use, his hand was holding fast. Yet, he remembered a special pressure point in Andorian anatomy that might help him. Clamping his fingers near the Andorian’s thumb, he began to feel release. Slowly the blood began rushing into the artery again. Yet without provocation, Lt. Foster was able to stabilize his grip, and again tightened his hold.:: oO What is happening?! Oo ::Kody began to feel his eyelids falling over his bloodshot eyes, and his mind began to fade into a deep abyss.:: GARDENER: oO Gwen don’t just stand there do something! Anything! Oo :: For some reason she didn’t understand she felt paralyzed...it was fear, like watching her father die all over again. She couldn’t think everything was fuzzy, this was to fast and too insane for her to comprehend. Why a Starfleet officer would go psycho in a room full of people was beyond her, even if it was a chemical imbalance. Either way, it felt like there was nothing she could say or do to stop it. :: FOSTER: ::Through gritted teeth:: Never fight a doctor with a specialty in xenobiology. ::Yes, he was still an arrogant little fool, even when getting his rear end kicked.:: Say goodnight, Lieutenant... JANEWAY: NOOO! ::His muscles tightened, and he stabilized his stance. With one quick move he reached his arm over his head, and grabbed the Andorian’s neck, pulling Lt. Foster in closer. Kody quickly whispers in his ear.:: She’s mine. ::Grabbing onto Lt. Foster’s antennae, he twisted with all of his might, uprooting the limp blue organ from the lieutenant’s body.:: ::The effect was immediate, as he released Janeway with a shocked grasp, one hand clamping to where a thick spurt of blue blood poured out. A guttural yelp escaped his throat. He wavered backwards like a drunkard on a balance beam,his attitude going from sassy to shocked in less than a second, his expression clearly couldn’t believe the turn of events. That was, until the pain registered and his eyes clouded over in a grotesque mask of agony:: :: Gwen’s hands covered her mouth as she watched in fear. She lunged forward tackling Janeway to the ground :: GARDENER: That was uncalled for you ingrate! ::Kody began to laugh. For some reason, even though he had just been through a fight, he had a sense of humor:: JANEWAY: I knew I’d get you on top of me, one way or another. GARDENER: This is insane! Get your rear into sickbay before this gets worse! ::Grabbing Gwen, he shoved his mouth against hers. She struggled, and looked to Wyn for help.:: FOSTER: ::With all the strength of a cooked noodle in a gale:: Shhh--top… ::He felt the bitter cobalt tang of blood in his mouth as his sense of balance completely failed on him and he collapsed on the floor in a ragged blue heap. Irony of ironies, he could hear the rest of the remaining partygoers finally piercing the forcefield just as his legs failed to support his body in anything other than a graceless pile.:: oO Great timing, guys… Oo ::It was happening to fast. The weakling Andorian was down, but so was the forcefield. He would inevitably be caught. He had to move to his second plan.:: JANEWAY: ::Looking to Gwen:: We’re going for a trip! ::Gwen struggled against Janeway’s grip but he was stronger than her. Despite her best efforts she was powerless to stop him from holding her hostage. :: ::People began to enter the confines of what used to be the forcefield, and ran towards Gwen, attempting to take her from Kody:: JANEWAY: Computer! Initiate transporter sequence seventy-one alpha bravo! ::Fluorescent light began to shine around them, and almost immediately their molecules were dematerialized and downloaded into the computer’s mainframe. They were re-materialized in Kody’s personal quarters.:: A Joint post By: Lt.JG. Thomas Janeway Engineer USS Atlantis NCC-74682 & Lt. Guinevere Gardener, AKA: Gwen Chief Engineer USS Atlantis NCC-74682 & Lt. Shar’Wyn Foster Chief Medical Officer USS Atlantis NCC-74682
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