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    LT. JG. Kammus Corelli - Final entry

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    I really liked this final log entry from @Kammus Corelli. A nice fitting end to his time on the Thor.

     

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    (( Valhalla Lounge, Deck 5, USS Thor )) Kells: Not at all. I hope I'm not interrupting you. (beat) Just a final look around before I leave. Greaves: The way things are looking, sir, most of us won’t be around to see her sail again.  

    Corelli: It’ll be a complete refit for sure. Probably a sub-class.  Both nacelles missing, most of engineering gone.  It’s a big job for sure. Aron shook his head. Kells: No. I know that V'Airu has requested you both, but I'll be on a leave of absence. (beat) You should take the reassignment. Starfleet needs you both out there. Greaves: Response

    Corelli: Oh?  Perhaps I’m not cut out for chief engineer after all.  My first ship didn’t exactly come back with engines. Kel:  We'll miss having you aboard Commodore.  ::turning to Greaves and Correlli:: Afternoon Major, Lieutenant.   Greaves: (Nodding politely) Doctor. Kells: Response Kel:  I'm trying to find Ulasso's lost pet, Newton.  So far no luck. V'len worked his way over to the bar and moved behind it scanning with his tricorder.   Greaves: I must have missed the memo about touring the Thor today. Seems there’s a lot of us with unfinished business.   Corelli: Actually I was just collecting the last remnants of my NX-2000 collection. 

    Kells: Response Kel: Well if Newt is anything like Ulasso there's a good chance he's at the bottom of a bottle of Saurian Brandy.  (beat) I'm kidding.  There is food back here so he could be hiding out back here. Greaves: Might be worth checking the galley then too if you haven’t already. Kells: Response Kel:  Major I don't think I've had the opportunity to thank you for getting me off that Dominion ship.  (beat) I really can't thank you enough.  I don't think I would have left that corridor without your urging and help.   Kammus moved away slightly at the sound of intimate conversation.  It didn’t make him uncomfortable, he was also a mostly private person and understood the need for discretion. Greaves: Don’t mention it, Lieutenant. I would have done it for anybody. That’s what we do.   Kells: Response Greaves: Maybe we can help find Newt?   Corelli: Yes, I can have a look around what’s left of the engineering section.

    Kells: Responses Kel: That would be a very neighborly of you.   Greaves: Well that narrows it down some. Don’t lizards like heat? What about the fusion generators in the impulse engines? Those are about the only things running still that would generate some warmth for the little guy.   Kel:  ::pointing at Greaves:: Good thinking. Corelli: I do have some backup power running in my office, I’ll check once I head that way.

    Kells: Responses   Kammus headed towards the exit slowly. Kel:  You know Major.  It strikes me that we both learned the same lesson from all this. Greaves/Kells: Responses Kel began walking to the door, the Major behind him. Kel:  Well, we both learned to think through the unintended consequences of our actions.  I mean you took the Thor into an atmosphere where our sensors didn't work well at a steep angle and the pirates were able to ::gesturing around:: surprise us.  I went to help that man on the Dominion ship and I didn't stop to think about what that being might be capable of and now I'm recovering from my own (beat) "systems crash". Greaves/Kells: Responses

    Corelli: Tell me about it.  Kammus turned to hear the end of the conversation.  The look on the majors face suggested that perhaps he did not view the situation in quite the same manner. Kel:  I'm not saying that I'm just saying we both learned to (beat) take that extra second to think things through. Greaves/Kells: Responses Corelli:  Often times in engineering, it’s the exact opposite.  We don’t get a chance to second guess, or think things through.  All the mental work occurs up front.  It can be stressful, in its own way.

    Kammus crossed the bulkhead into the corridor.

    Greaves/Kel/Kells: Response

    Corelli: I’ll be sure to look for any reptilian life signs before I leave the ship.   One other place you might want to check is the umbilical connection ports, they get pretty warm also.  Commodore, Commander, Lieutenant.

    He nodded briefly to the group, then turned and left towards the turbolift.

     

    Moments later, he was standing in what used to be his office, digging through broken bulkheads, and bits of hull plating.  He collected the final pieces he was able to find, and turning, tapped on his padd;

     

    "Chief Engineer's log, USS THOR Final entry.  To whatever crew finds the Thor next, warp speed.  We did our best. I am sure that no log entry could prepare anyone for the immense task of rebuilding the Thor, and whatever

    systems installed will be fresh and new.   I can offer no solid words of advice, guidance, or technical assistance.  I can say, remember that leadership of engineers is different than that of any other field.  Give engineers a problem,

    and let them work on the solution.  Encourage exploration, but don't be afraid of a good dressing down.  Be kind, firm, and expect excellence.  Above all, treat whatever form the Thor takes with great care, and the ship will always bring you home. And if you find the several thousand pieces my NX-2000 teacup is no doubt lying in, please forward to my next post.  I'll probably never see it again. "

    Kammus tapped his pad, and laid it on the desk.  He gathered his bag, closed it, unplugged the emergency battery power pack, and stood in the silence.  Six seconds later, he nodded, and left the engineering section for the final time.

     

     

    [END SCENE FOR KAMMUS]

     

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    LT. JG Kammus Corelli
    Acting Chief Engineer
    USS Thor 
    Writer ID: T239807KC3

     

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    MSNPC Peacekeeper Aparius - Peace through Collaboration

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    I saw this sim from @Ulasso and immediately knew I wanted to highlight it in the appreciations thread. Really stand up job of starting up an interesting NPC. Great job man, and thanks for jumping into the character so deeply! I want to see this becoming a recurring character going forward!

     

     

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    (( Bridge, Cenobian Peacekeeping Vessel: L.O.G. Abigor ))

     
    Peacekeeper Aparius was tired and annoyed. This incursion into their space by the Federation vessel had interrupted her from her sleep, where she had been restoring her Cenoxterone levels. She could feel the dwindling amounts of it as she felt herself more prone to irritation, and it was harder to control her emotions. The confrontation with the Federation vessel had released some more of the hormone at the prospect of possibly having to defend the peace through violence, however that had now dissipated. What was worse is that now that the hormone was at low levels, she had no excuse not to have to listen to the telepathic whisperings of the council representative that had been assigned to her ship. Cleric Balberith got on her nerves even on the best of days, and now that the cleric had communicated their present situation to the League of Guardians council, they insisted that Balberith be heavily involved. Balberith was thin, weaker than most Cenobians, and to Aparius signified a pacifist that could not defend peace, nothing more than a coward hiding behind the facade of ideals. That his influence had grown so much spoke to how much the League had fallen lately. Aparius knew her Cenoxterone levels were dangerously low whenever she felt the sudden urge to grab Balberith and throttle him physically.
     
    Aparius had been sent originally at the request of the league as a delegate in response to the Vorta's claim of uniting the worlds in the quadrant for the greater good. For the council, bringing new knowledge and experience into their clans and seeking new opportunities for cooperation was part of the three tenets of their code of honor, and these Vorta seemed to be offering that. In addition, the prospect of a new power that, if the promises were true, could rival the federation, was enticing as well. The Federation was based far away, and joining it would stretch the Cenobians to thin, leaving them unable to protect the peace in the quadrant. In addition, it would be hard to gain significant influence within the organization, and the Council would have to bend to the will and doctrine of StarFleet. This alliance that the Vorta spoke of however, was fledgling. It was the will of the Council that Aparius made sure the Cenobians would have significant influence in its creation, and make sure that part of its founding philosophy was in alignment with the Cenobian code of honor.
     
    Aparus's contemplations were cut short by a telepathic message from her communications officer.
     
    oOIncoming hail from the Vorta, SirOo she heard within her head. Aparius prepared herself to speak verbally, and answered out loud.
     
    Aparius: Onscreen.
     
    The viewscreen flickered, and then cut to a majority view of the  battlecruisers command center, a fairly barren, circular room with standing consoles on the walls. It was filthy compared to Aparius's bridge. oOA clean bridge leads to peace of mind. Peace of mind leads to peaceful words. Peaceful words lead to collaboration. Collaboration leads to peace.Oo She muttered the mantra to herself to calm her mind at the sight of the battlecruiser's command center.  A small part in the upper right of the viewscreen also showed the StarFleet Commodore, V'Airu that Aparius had been talking with not long ago. From what Aparius knew, StarFleet had invaded their territory and committed an act of aggression there. Cenobians were relentless against those who would disturb the peace.  oOI would kill everyone aboard that StarFleet ship if it meant keeping the peaceOo she thought to herself. She realized once again her Cenoxterone levels were low and making her irritable. She needed to center her mind again. oOPeace of mind leads to peaceful words. Peaceful words lead to collaboration. Collaboration leads to peace.Oo
     
    In the command center, Aparius saw a haggard looking group of StarFleet officers along with the Vorta and...a Founder? That was interesting. It would seem that had been the Vorta's latest mission, and it had been successful, but not without the cost of an encounter with StarFleet.
     
    Greaves: (Angrily) We're here. Will you transport our injured crew back now?  
    Vorta: Transport them back.
     
    Aparius watched as the StarFleet crew was transported away, and then introduced herself. She wanted to make it known she was here to be part of this discussion, not a bystander.
    Aparius: Warriors at Peace. I am Peacekeeper Aparius. I represent the Cenobian League of Guardians.
     
    Greaves/Basilia: Responses
     
    V'Airu: Responses
     
    Vorta: As you suggested, and in good faith. Now, will you hear my entreaty? It concerns you, you see. Or, rather, the Federation -- and its intellectual child, the United Dominion of Planets.
     
    Aparius had been told of a new alliance, however she hadn't heard of this name before. Annoyance entered her mind once again that they were not consulted. "The League of United Plants" or "The United Guardians of Planets" sounded much better to her.
     
    The Lost One: Response
     
    Greaves/Basilia: Responses
     
    oORemember, you are one mistake from a dishonorable discharge. Don't screw this up.Oo The words of Cleric Balberith slithered into Aparius's head. She almost physically shuddered when she heard the hissing of the man's voice through their telepathic link. She didn't digify him with a response, this was no time to bring up that...incident. It was because of that unfortunate event that Balberith had been assigned to her ship to make sure she stayed in line. She hated the man. She was a Peacekeeper, she didn't need a babysitter. The council had swept her recent mission results under the rug due to her exemplary military service career.  She knew it would be just as embarrassing, if not more for them if the truth came out. She had felt she had done no wrong. Peacekeepers were authorized to keep the peace at any means. She admitted, sure, that her Cenoxterone levels had been low at the time, however she thought the council's response to her supposed transgression had been a bit severe.
     
    Aparius: Peace through collaboration is our goal. If this United Dominion of Planets can bring this to this Quadrant, we would wish to be a part of it.
     
    V'Airu: Response
     
    OOC: I followed the wiki page on Cenobians when crafting this character, however it wasn't all inclusive so I took some liberties e.g. naming conventions. If this is not acceptable, please disregard them and let me know. 
     
    Also, not advancing the story much in this one. This was more of an introduction for the character and wanted to see how the conversation went first between the two main parties..
     
    Peacekeeper Aparius
    Commanding Officer  L.O.G. Abigor

     

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    LtCmdr Brodie - Interlude: Rime Of The Ancient Mariner

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    I found this post from @Alex Brodie exceptionally poignant and a really great self-reflection between acts. Ben once again shows the massive depth of his writing in just a few short paragraphs.

     

     

     

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    “Interlude: Rime Of The Ancient Mariner”

    ((Temporary Quarters, Deck Four, USS Oumuamua))

     

    “It is an ancient Mariner, and he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, now wherefore stopp'st thou me?”

     

    Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink…that was certainly how it felt to Alexander Brodie as the sonic shower beat down on his bruised and battered shoulders.

     

    He’d been checked out by the medical team aboard the Oumuamua and was surprised to learn he wasn’t concussed. Granted he had severe bruising, several cracked ribs, lacerations to his face, needed splinters of glass removed form his skin and several inoculations against whatever had been in the water…but that was getting off lightly.

     

    The warm water penetrated his bones and he could feel life returning to his muscles and his mind. The last few…what was it…hours…weeks…days? It had all felt like a blur, a wander in a cold sea-borne mist that had frozen him up.

     

    He’d stayed behind with Wes and rest of the senior team but then something had put him on autopilot and he’d just gone where he needed to, done what he needed to because the alternative was to stop…and he had stopped he would have drowned.

     

    His mind flicked to those lost – especially those on the lower decks of the Thor. It was a small mercy but those killed in the initial attack had at least died quickly. What he’d seen with Ulasso…he wouldn’t wish that on anyone.

     

    They’d survived that…but the job wasn’t done yet. Aron Kells was missing.

     

    Alexander Brodie wasn’t really a Starfleet officer – not really, not at his core. He was a guardian, a watchman – the uniform was just suit he wore…but he wore it for a reason and it was who he had become.

     

    He’d been sent to the Duronis II Embassy to help Toni Turner “keep the flag” flying and he’d kept that duty under Aaron Kells.

     

    Now he needed to follow through on that promise – the ensure the flag was still there.

     

    He turned off the shower and looked at his scratched and cut face in the mirror, his beard wet and soaked – his green eyes slowly regaining their sparkle as the fog lifted and the steam evaporated.

     

    Brodie: I fear thee, ancient mariner.

     

    And they would.

     

    TBC 

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    Lt. Cmdr. Alexander Brodie
    Chief Counselor
    USS Thor NCC-82607
    Writer ID.: A239005BM0

     

     

    Holodeck Communications Array

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    I think it depends a lot on the design of the holodeck and the complexity of the program. Holodecks work by using replicators, force fields, hologram projectors, and other fancy treknobable devices to create the illusion of limitless space and things. They key thing to remember is they are still just a illusion. When a holodeck bullet is fired it's not really a bullet at all. Instead its just a projection of light to look like a bullet using crafty force fields and other projections to create the illusion of an object. When the safeties are off that "force field" bullet just happens to collide with a person creating a real wound. What the holodeck doesn't do however is create a brass casing, fill it with the correct amount of gunpowder, cap it with a slug, then ignite the powder to fire a projectile.

     

    Now, where this gets interesting is when the programing of a holoprogram gets complicated. I don't think there's anything stopping a programmer from ordering the computer to actually create a bullet and a gun in the holodeck provided the replicator systems could create those materials. It's reasonable to believe that holodecks specially designed for engineering or scientific purposes (vice recreation) could have additional capabilities to really allow some in-depth replication of materials as engineers/scientists work on projects. For the laymay however it likely would be a massive undertaking to program a something to be more than an illusion to only find the program compatible with a limited range of hardware.

     

    I'd equate it to a flight simulator game versus scientific CFD simulation software to test aerodynamics. The CFD requires some very powerful computer hardware to support the complex simulations, but it can produce incredibly accurate and realistic results. Whereas the game may still have a lot of complexity, but ultimately it relies on a lot of aerodynamic generalizations to mimic reality instead of trying to recreate it.

     

    Ultimately my opinion is that it's possible but would require the right software mixed with the right hardware.

     

    Would love to hear what other people's ideas are for it!

     

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    Lt. Cmdr. Ben Garcia - And back again

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    I REALLY liked the start to this sim.  It was sent right at the changeover of an act, and it came across as a really fun and creative way to break up the pacing of pretty complicated scene! Nice @Ben Garcia

     

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    (( Personal quarters, U.S.S. Thor. Personal log, time index - post mission. ))
     
    Ben sipped at his tea. It was still too hot. He placed it back on the coaster and continued his log entry.
     
    Garcia: At this point I looked at the crackling holographic projection and thought: "great": we'd jumped from time travel to a potential hostage situation quicker than you can antichronotones.
    Hearing the ghostly echo of Greaves shouting "hostile" and "phaser" while the humanoid projection flickered at will in the aft of the main cabin tighten my stomach into knots. 
    The crew looked at me and I looked at them.
    Where were we to start with this jumbled jigsaw?
    What was I to tell the team?
    Before I could open my mouth, the temporal terrain shifted, and we were back in space again, in our own time.
    Sitting back in the debris field, we were alone without the Thor, left only with our questions, questions that we clutched at without answers.
     
    Ben sat quietly as he brought the mug of tea back to his lips. As he stared at the chunk of debris in the suspension chamber perched on the desk, the computer paused the log entry, waiting for him to continue. 
     
    Ben thought back to that moment, when the sands of time shifted and the hologram disappeared before them.
     
    (( Tigris, debris field, search grid 22, Present. ))
     
    In a flash, the projection was gone and so were the other lifeforms.
     
    Corelli: Spike in Verterons, now at previous levels.  Comm beacon link broken, did we shift time again?
     
    Looking out of the window they were definitely back in the debris field.  But more the question of when, the debris field had been around for a while.
     
    Reid: Computer is trying to confirm where and when we are.
     
    Garcia: Dar, situation status?
     
    Dar: Response.
     
    Corelli: I have a working theory, can someone verify we are in the same physical location?  Is the Thor on sensors?
     
    Reid: I’m not reading the Thor.  We may not be back in our time. :: Theorizing ::
     
    Garcia: (Arched brow.) Quite. Let's make that our first priority. 
     
    Dar: Response
     
    Corelli: I wonder if a static warp shell would anchor us in place – running simulations.
     
    Garcia: Interesting. If it could Corelli, then it will give us more control over our situation - we won't be chasing our tails at the whim of chronotones. See how feasible it is, factor in the Tigris energy capabilities ... there modest compared to your set up on the Thor. 
     
    Dar: Response
     
    Reid: Computer confirms we are back in our previous location and time but the Thor is no longer on sensors.  No signs of debris but there are some strange energy readings and more antichronotones.  I’m widening the search hope they’ve just moved.
     
    Garcia: if they've been caught up in a temporal anomaly, maybe a comms signal will get where our sensors won't - like how the Major's signal found its way to us. 
     
    Corelli/Dar: Response
     
    Reid: =/\= Lt Reid to Thor =/\=
     
    Kaz waited there was no response. 
     
    Garcia: keep trying Reid. (Smile.) 
     
    Corelli/Dar: Response
     
    Reid: Boosting signal.
     
    Reid: =/\= Lt Reid to Thor =/\=
     
    She tried again.  Again she waited and no response.
     
    Garcia: Try the Major. If he got through to us with a bum dial, maybe we can return the call and get through to him.
     
    Corelli/Dar: Response
     
    Reid: =/\= Lt Reid to Major Greaves =/\=
     
    Garcia: Reid, Amplify the signal and narrow its scope to ... (There was a brief pause as Ben tapped away at the helm.) This search grid - it's based on potential origin of the first comm signal we intercepted a few minutes--- 
     
    Ben was going to say minutes, but right now time was anyone's guess. 
     
    Corelli/Reid/Dar/Greaves: Response
    Garcia: Corelli, what's your verdict on your warp bubble theory? 
     
    Corelli/Reid/Dar/Greaves: Response
     
    TAGS/TBC!

    _____________________________

    Lieutenant Commander Ben Garcia

    Chief Operations Officer 

    USS Thor

    Author ID number: G239102MR0

     

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    Ensign Jaxon Fargo Remnants Remain and Beginnings Begin

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    I meant to post this a while back when it first came out, but I kept on forgetting. This is the first mission for Fargo aboard the Thor, and this is his first post in that mission. Boy does he just really NAIL introducing some plot. Plus, it's such a great Star Trek opener of mysterious particles and the unknown in space, that I had to come post it here.

     

    Good work buddy.

     

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    ((Bridge, Deck 1, USS Thor))
     
    Ensign Jaxon Fargo was smiling. After the disastrously embarrassing events on Amity Station, and a couple of days shipboard he was back on duty and in his favorite place. The bridge. 
     
    His combadge chirped.
     
    Kells: =/\= Kells to Brodie and Fargo. Please join me on the bridge. =/\=
     
    oO Excellent. Finally some action. Oo
     
    Fargo: =/\= I am currently on the bridge sir, and will await your arrival. =/\=
     
    Brodie: =/\= Responses =/\=
     
    Kells: =/\= Very good. See you there shortly. =/\=
     
    The channel closed and Fargo drummed his fingers in excitement. His first mission as a bridge officer was about to begin...
     
    ((Some time later, Bridge, Deck 1, USS Thor, Sorach System))
     
    Kells: Captain's log, stardate 239810.29. The Thor has arrived at the Sorach system, and we have approached the huge derelict called Proud Mary. Proud Mary is located within one of the largest concentrations of derelicts, and once we have beamed over Major Greaves and his away team, the Thor and the Tigris will begin our visits to the other derelict-heavy areas. The Tigris will move with the orbiting directions of Sorach's planets, while Thor will move against. Thus far, we have encountered nothing out of the ordinary, given our mission parameters.
     
    The Commodore finished his log entry quietly, and glanced back at Fargo who was monitoring the departure of the Tigris.
     
    The view was astounding. All systems were beautiful to Fargo and this one was no different, but the millions of pieces of debris orbiting like serene and sparkling diamonds gave an ethereal quality to the Sorach system that he found transfixing.
     
    oO Gotta be what Heaven looks like. Oo
     
    The Thor floated gracefully, a safe distance from the bulk of the massive cloud of ships. The Proud Mary, a brobdingnagian landmark, ancient and fiercely strong, sat silent in the dark with as much life in its engines as light in its hallways. Whoever built the vessel had been quite capable though, its continued existence a testament to their engineering skills. 
     
    Kells: Ensign, advise Tigris that they may begin at their leisure.
     
    Fargo: ::A pause.::  Tigris reports that they have cleared the Thor and have completed preparations. :: He tapped a command on his console. :: Tigris you are cleared to depart. Proceed at your leisure, and safe sailing, Thor out.
     
    The Commodore turned to Lt. Cmdr Brodie from Medical.
     
    Kells: Will you let Wes and his team know that our scans are complete, and that they have the green light to beam over?
     
    The counsellor turned and tapped out a command before speaking.
     
    Brodie: Response
     
    They watched on visual as the craft departed.
     
    Kells: What? There's nothing alive in this part of the system. I figured it's as good a place as any to make sure I still remember which button to press for acceleration.
     
    Fargo gulped.
     
    oO He's kidding right?... He's gotta be rated… Oo
     
    Fargo: Sir? If I may assist?
     
    Brodie: Response
     
    Kells: Just joking, just joking. I'm taking us out, nice and slow, and then I'll set the autopilot. Continuous scans, Ensign Fargo. I do want to make sure we keep our metaphorical eyes peeled.
     
    Brodie: Response
     
    Fargo: Aye sir. Sensors on full. Continuous cycle.
     
    Fargo smiled inwardly, he had been running continuous scans since he had manned his station an hour ago. 
     
    oO Its a waste of Tactical otherwise… Oo
     
    Things looked nominal at his initial glance but a flashing verteron count quickly caught his eye. It was only a blip, but verterons could be used to overload a ship's field coil or to block ship sensors, and since they were not in the vicinity of a wormhole…
     
    oO There shouldn't be any verterons… Temporal anomaly?  Enemy? One of these derelicts? Oo
     
    Another blip. Another. Then more. Faster and faster. blurring into a stream.
     
    oO Almost as if building up towards something. Oo
     
    An alarm chimed.
     
    Kells: Report.
     
    Fargo: Sir. sensors report abnormal counts of verterons bearing oh-four-nine point three. No indication of anything present that could be responsible. It's like we triggered something when we initiated impulse.
     
    Brodie: Response
     
    Fargo nodded in response as his console flared with new information.
     
    Fargo: Commodore! Reading antichroniton particles as well! In a surge from the center of the verteron anomaly. 
     
    He studied the readouts intensely. Trying to decipher the cryptic change in data. There was almost an outline in the particle wave, as if the particles were radiating from an object. He could almost see something. Something circular and large, fantastically large.
     
    Fargo: There IS something there… I… I think it might be a…  well its station sized…  My Lord.. Its huge...
     
    Kells: Response
     
    Brodie: Response
     
    Fargo: Aye sir. Scanning.
     
    Brodie: Response
     
    He reached to initiate the scan, attempting to verify the telemetry first but surprisingly the data on Fargo's Tactical console now read normal. His mouth gaped open in disbelief. It was gone. All of it. Verterons and antichronitons all gone. All of the anomalous readings had righted themselves. All he could detect now was normal space. 
     
    oO Are sensors on the fritz or do I suck at my job?   Or is there something out there? Oo
     
    Fargo swallowed, checked his readings and then rechecked. He turned towards the Commodore, confusion evident on his face.
     
    Fargo: Sir. The readings are gone.
     
    Tags! and TBC!
     
     
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    Ensign Jaxon Fargo
    Tactical 
    USS Thor NCC 82607
    M239510SN0
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    Academy Quips & Quotes

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    Now we'll never know where @Jo Marshall was gonna take that thought... ;)

     

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    Marshall: This sounds more suspicious by the minute. We can’t get access to their engineering, we’re locked out of their computer systems, and their sensors are locked up tighter than an Admiral’s—

     

    Greaves: Fully concur, ma'am. ::Turning in his seat toward the rest of the bridge:: Cadets, we need some creative solutions. Worst case scenario and the computer link doesn't work, how can we get the Satyr out of warp? 

     

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    JP: Isiam Brocha & Dar Elandra - A Seed Long Buried

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    Really great work @ElandraDAR and @Geoffrey Teller. This JP turned out AWESOME. Love the back and forth, and the slow build up.

     

    I'm so interested to what's coming next!!!

     

     

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    ((Unknown Location – The Room, Before the Liberation of Bajor))

    She blinked her eyes a few times as she tried to regain her focus. Her head felt as though it was swimming in a turbulent ocean and she was trying to regain it, find some sense of calm or at least a point of focus. She tried to look around but her head felt heavier than her neck and merely rolled against the hard backrest of whatever it was she felt herself. She tried to raise her hands as she became aware of a very bright light shining directly into her face. She couldn’t move them…they were stuck. Her head flopped forward and she blinked a few more times, the blurriness disappearing for a moment to allow her to see her wrists were secured to the chair with restraints.

    From somewhere in the room, someone pleasantly humming to themselves could be heard.  

    Her heart began to race and panic began to set in.

    Dar: oO What no…wait. Oo Wha…let me go (she slurred the words slightly) LE…LET…LET ME GO!

    From his position at the equipment tray nearby, Isiam Brocha’s face pressed into a tight, unsettling smile before turning to face his subject, a loathsome & ragged Bajoran girl who had apparently been giving the overseer on Terok Nor fits and starts for months.  His pleasant humming continued until he was hovering behind the thrashing terrorist.  His smile was fixed, and perfect, and psychotic.  

    Brocha:  Shel na tal vo bo tal shek, child.  You’re completely safe here.  No one in this room wishes to hurt you...in fact, quite the opposite.  We’ve got very important work for you to do.  So please, Shel na tal vo bo tal shek.

    Brocha repeated the Bajoran phrase rhythmically, watching a nearby display as the second of three powerful psychotropic agents was carefully administered.  The Order had gone to no small trouble locating and extracting his subject, and it was a small badge of honor that he’d been chosen to break her and reprogram her.  It wasn’t the first time and almost certainly wouldn’t be the last time he was called on for this type of work.  He’d demonstrated a particular affinity for it over the past ten years and his successes would have been legendary, had they been known to more than a tiny handful of powerful people.  

    She heard the voice and once more tried to look around to see who it was. They stood behind her she knew it. Out of her site. She clenched her hands and tried once more to move her arms.

    Dar: ARGGGH! LET ME GO!

    Brocha smiled as the third compound began mixing with the other two.  His real work, and his subject's real torment, would begin soon.  He relished these moments as some appreciated a fine appetizer before a rich meal or as a predator might toy with wounded prey before delivering the killing blow.  His service to the Order was full of such deep personal satisfaction and it made him proud to serve Cardassia each and every day.  

    Brocha:  Shel na tal vo bo tal shek, Dar Elandra.  Shel na tal vo bo tal shek.  

    How, how did he know her name. What was going on here? She was supposed to be on the Thor…no that was wrong, she had been on Patrol outside their small encampment, yes…they had been ambushed.

    Dar: Why did you bring me here?

    She could feel tears of frustration begin to roll down her cheeks.

    The question was among the three most common uttered in this room, although uttered was a misnomer.  Howled?  Begged?  Screamed ragged until the walls rang?  Any would do, although Brocha’s surprisingly sensitive hearing appreciated his subject's restraint and felt a measure of politeness was due in return.  

    Brocha:  Shel na tal vo bo tal shek, child.  I didn’t bring you here.  Quite the contrary...you brought yourself here.  You’ve been quite a nuisance lately...very disruptive to our orderly resource extraction operations on Bajor.  So have your confederates in the Kohn-Ma.  Your actions have resulted in countless deaths, both Cardassian and Bajoran...and you ask why I brought you here?  

    Brocha tutted, like a teacher talking down to a child who was having difficulty grasping a simple concept.  

    Brocha:  That’s one of the problems with your people - a lack of perspective.  But don’t worry, child...I’ll open your eyes. Shel na tal vo bo tal shek. 

    Although the room was nearly forty five degrees C and entirely pleasant for a Cardassian, a chill cut through the air at Brocha’s last words. 

    Now that the drugs had time to disperse in her system, Brocha could begin apace.  He rounded the gantry to which the young terrorist was strapped and angled a bright light to project directly into her face.  It would be imperceptible to her conscious mind but through subtle flashes and pulses, paired with his words and the combination of powerful psychotropic agents, her reprogramming had begun.  Thrash as she may, there was nothing she could do to resist it.  Brocha began humming again as he pushed a button on his control panel, sending a brief but extremely painful electrical charge through his subject's nervous system.    

    Brocha:  Do you recognize the tune?  It’s a lullabye one of my...former subjects liked to sing to herself.  Sadly, in the end, it was all she could do, but never mind that - Perhaps you’d like to sing along as we work?  I’ll get us started...there were once three..::another shock::...kava farmers who found a giant root. :another shock.::  The praised the Prophets..:another shock:...and left for Jo’Kala along the fastest route…

    Dar’s body tensed with each shock that was administered. Her jaw clenched and her neck arched painfully. As she relaxed the next shock went through her body, once more causing her to tense and then relax, tense as a third spread through every muscle. She heard his voice but she couldn’t focus on his face, the light was so bright.

    Dar:  No..no...ummm...I...I won’t sing...why, why do you, I can’t move my arms.

    Brocha:  Ah yes...I am truly sorry about that ::Brocha lied:: but it’s a necessary part of the process.  You see, before I entered the Order I was studying to be a physician.  A neurologist, in point of fact.  I could tell you things about your own nervous system that even the best ‘doctors; on your fetid little mudball have no idea about.  ::another shock::  For example, did you know that your neural bandwidth is substantially higher when you’re under physical duress?  ::Another, longer shock.::  Well, now you do.  Pain and fear also have a tendency to make the mind a bit more...pliable, don’t you find?  

    She let out a scream as another painful shock went through her. Her breathing was heavy, her heart raced in her chest, almost feeling like it would burst through. This couldn’t be happening.

    Dar:  Why...sto...stop. Kava farmer…(she closed her eyes trying to focus) no...no I won’t sing.

    Brocha activated the controls and left them on for nearly fifteen seconds, one eye carefully crosschecking the nearby biomonitors.  His colleagues had a tendency to get overzealous in moments like these and that lead to useless, shattered subjects or simple corpses.  The Order had something far more important in mind for this young woman.  When her pulmonary rates had reached dangerous levels Brocha deactivated the tormenting current and resumed humming.  

    Brocha: ..but the brothers they did argue...all along the way....the money they had so happily earned...was leading to dismay….

    Brocha shook his head at the story of the three brothers who had squabbled after coming into a windfall.  They couldn’t decide what to do with the money and had descended into infighting.  To Brocha, the solution to the problem was painfully obvious but his curiosity got the better of him.  

    Brocha:  You know this tale, yes?  What do you think of the brothers' solution - to give away their hard-earned money and return to their farms, no better off than they were?  

    Breathing, grateful for the reprieve it would seem from the shocks. She could almost feel his breath on her cheek. Her body was drenched in sweat now and every muscle ached. She tried to glance in the direction of the voice out of the corner of her eye.

    Dar:  It…(she breathed) it was mean….mean’t to teach…(she paused her mouth dry) children...to be more humble..that mo...money was not everything.

    Brocha:  Oh, is that the moral of the story?  To live a charitable and pious life of humility?  No wonder we defeated your people so easily…::Brocha returned to the console and depressed the controls, delivering another savage shock.::...see, to me, the solution is rather a bit more simple.  Would you like to know how I would’ve resolved this conflict?  

    She cried out louder than before, the shock this time causing her back to arch pushing her up from the chair as far as her secured arms would allow her. Straining against the restraints as she collapsed back. She said nothing...

    His hand hovered above the control, inviting a response.  

    Dar: They...THEY SHOULD HAVE SHARED THE MONEY.

    He depressed the control and let his finger linger for a long moment.  

    Brocha:  No, child.  The eldest brother should’ve simply killed the other two, kept the money for himself and taken over their farms.  His family would’ve lived in luxury, his children wanting for nothing, but no.  Your pathetic devotion to the ‘Will of the Prophets’ has made your people weak and soft...unable to make the kind of hard choices that true leaders must.  

    Dar:  STOP!

    She screamed, her anger now getting the better of her as she tried to pull her arms free from the restraints. 

    Dar: We...yes...no you can’t just kill. 

    She collapsed back once more, she was tired and confused, her mind was a blur of thoughts, his voice the words Shel na tal vo bo tal shek kept resonating in her head.

    Brocha increased the voltage and minutely adjusted the flow of psychotropic chemicals now saturating his subject.  His hands-on the controls were deft and flowing, the movements of a skilled surgeon or a virtuoso musician.  His smile remained fixed as he resumed singing, the trigger implantation nearly complete.

    Brocha: let's begin again, Child.  I’m sure you know the song by now.  Shel na tal vo bo tal shek.....there were once three..::The shocks resumed and would continue until she took up the tune::...kava farmers who found a giant root. :another shock.::  The praised the Prophets..:another shock:...and left for Jo’Kala along the fastest route

    She felt another shock run through her body. She let out a cry, feeling the tears stream down her cheeks.

    Dar: STOP!! (crying) please….

    She turned her head to the side, the song he had sung also began to play in her mind. She found herself suddenly signing it.

    Brocha clapped as his subject began to mouth along with him.  His hand came away from the controls and he repeated the last line of the song.

    Brocha:  ...and left for Jo’Kala along the fastest route….

    Dar: .but the brothers they did argue...all along the way....the money they had so happily earned...was leading to dismay….

    The young girls manic, shaky voice was as musical to him as any chorus and Brocha took a long moment to simply luxuriate in the moment.  His most recent success for the Order.  

    She turned to face the bright light as she continued to sing, her crying replaced by laughter as even though the moment was not humorous she found herself laughing.

    The giddiness was a good sign that the drugs were taking hold, subtly altering the subjects memory and perceptions.  They’d leave this room with no conscious awareness of ever having been here and would be dropped off somewhere with a few random but non-life-threatening injuries, a partially charged weapon and a hazy memory of narrowly avoiding a Cardassian patrol.  But the programming had been installed and when the time was right Dar Elandra would become the weapon for Cardassia he had made her into.  

    Brocha sang as the girl sang with him, giddily unaware of her new role in the eventual destruction of her people.  

    Brocha: The eldest was the wisest and not easy to dissuade...so when it was, at last, he spoke the other two obeyed.....was the Prophets who did bless us...and now we’ve gone astray….  

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    Isiam Brocha

    Obsidian Order Psychological Realignment Unit Nine

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    Dar Elandra

    Bajoran Resistance/Kohn-Ma Fighter

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