[18:06] Let's go ahead and get rolling. [18:06] LCARS, let's get this show on the road! [18:06] * CoroLCARS =/\= CRXO_Bentall has called: ATTENTION ON DECK =/\= [18:06] *** CoroLCARS changes topic to 'U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901 =/\= Sim in progress!' [18:06] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +m [18:06] *** Jester is now known as CPCO_LoraKor [18:06] ::attn:: [18:06] *** Ryan is now known as LCHL_Dejat [18:06] ::attn:: [18:06] ::attn:: [18:06] ::attn:: [18:06] * Savant hovers attentively:: [18:06] ::attn:: [18:06] <`2LtSLPetrovna> ::attn:: [18:06] ::attn:: [18:06] *** Sonya is now known as LTEN_Oswald [18:07] <> [18:07] ::attn:: [18:07] <> [18:07] *** Heiwa is now known as LTDR_Dalton [18:07] ::attn:: [18:07] << thanx alf >> [18:07] Welcome, everyone! :) Tonight begins a series of sims that I hope will be something special. We'll be doing a two-parter sort of intro that will lead into Coro's third Special Two-Hour Coronado Event on the 18th. Clear your calendars now. :) [18:08] Oh, and put a (tm) at the end of Special Two-Hour Coronado Event. ;) [18:08] ::grins:: [18:08] cooool, a nice after-finals / birthday reward [18:08] that's right [TM] [18:08] First, has everyone had a chance to read both the prelude and the briefing? [18:08] * LTEN_Oswald cries [18:08] Yes Sir [18:09] aye aye sir ^_^ [18:09] No, sir [18:09] I wanna go to the special 2-hour sim [18:09] aye [18:09] <`2LtSLPetrovna> No Sir [18:09] aye [18:09] aye [18:10] Aye. [18:10] yep I have [18:10] Not the prelude... [18:10] ::nods:: That's most of you. Exec, could you please send the prologue and briefing to the two that don't have it? [18:10] This theme music is not for the start of the sim, I know that much. ;) [18:10] Those who don't have it yet, go ahead and send your e- mail addies to the Exec. [18:11] Here's the briefing, which is mercifully short since the e-mails that introduce this set were so long. ;) [18:11] =Sim Briefing!= Please type "ack" after you've read it... [18:11] Aye sir. [18:11] Stardate 240012.04: "Implacable Stranger", Part 1, by Jester. [18:11] SUMMARY: <> [18:11] While en route for Wormwood (again), Coronado unexpectedly dropped out of slipstream, transiting to normal space. Then, every system on the ship that relied on subspace transmissions failed! This includes computers, communications, and warp and slipstream drive. We're currently dead in space, while Engineering tries to determine what happened... [18:11] ackety ack [18:11] ack [18:11] ack [18:11] <`2LtSLPetrovna> ack [18:11] ack [18:11] ack [18:11] ack [18:11] ack [18:11] *** Holocat (~whoknows@kdfs-10815.sprint.ca) has joined #uss-coronado [18:11] Paul! [18:12] ya made it ^_^ [18:12] ack [18:12] ack [18:12] The Captain has just ordered a search of the ship, without explaining what the search teams are looking for ("You'll know it when you find it."). He then went into the Ready Room and closed and locked the door. [18:12] Any questions before we start? :) [18:12] yes [18:13] !commission Holocat [18:13] Adding user Holocat as *!*whoknows@*.sprint.ca to database at Level 25 (Officer). [18:13] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Holocat [18:13] oop, there's my question already answered ^_^ [18:13] Question ... when do I get promoted to Lt. Commander? The child-like engineer is at my rank already. :) [18:13] *** Holocat is now known as ENSC_Davis [18:13] *** ENSC_Davis is now known as ENcs_Davis [18:13] Gee, Doc -- you haven't yet given the Captain a solid response to that proposal he laid on you. ;) [18:13] Oh, that. Haven't I? Hmm ok [18:13] Any other questions? [18:14] nope ^_^ [18:14] Alrighty, let's begin. :) ::crosses his fingers and pushes the big green button:: [18:14] * CPCO_LoraKor =/\= =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= SIM START =-=-=-=-=-=- =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= =/\= [18:14] *** Nuitari (~admrl5476@kdfs-16667.strose.edu) has joined #uss-coronado [18:14] <> [18:15] * Savant stands on the bridge, or more appropriately, hovers over it. She appears to be made out of glass, not quite there [18:15] *** Fraser (fdeziel@kdfs-15095.ktchnr1.on.wave.home.com) has joined #uss-coronado [18:15] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +o Fraser [18:15] Computer recognizes Fraser. Authorization and command codes enabled. [18:15] Fraser = Lt. Colonel Jeremy Ironside, Marine Commandant. [18:15] Barracks> He said WHAT? What kind of cockamamy order is that? [18:15] FB> ::strides through the bay heading for Flight Ops:: [18:15] ::sits on the bridge with a worried look:: <> [18:15] <> [18:15] =.\ction= Coro hangs dead in space... the warp core is working perfectly, as is main power, but cannot feed the warp nacelles. Every subspace field coil on the ship has shut down. [18:15] *** Fraser is now known as CLMC_Ironside [18:15] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:15] ::looks around the bridge:: We need to begin searching the ship like Captain ordered [18:15] *** ENcs_Davis is now known as ENsc_Davis [18:15] M> ::taps angrily at the replicator console:: Damn this thing ... [18:16] Barracks>Next time you recieve orders, mister, make sure you verify them. Now I'll have to ask the exec. [18:16] * Savant appears to be concentrating intensely [18:16] Q> ::finishes getting ready and heads to work:: [18:16] ::stands beside Daren, near the tactical console:: Searching for what, though, sir? I mean, he says we'll know when we find it... But how? [18:16] ::enters the bridge, noting the delta on the viewscreen and heading towards the mission ops console, having been through this situation before:: [18:16] Barracks>+Taps+ Tlaloco to bridge. Commander, I just recieved the strangest orders, and I needed to confirm. [18:16] * Savant nods a slight nod to Colonel Ironside [18:17] TL> ::doors open into engineering:: Back to the old grind ::saying to myself as I go to the office:: [18:17] E> ::pounds her head against her desk:: dumb ship, dumb ship dumb ship [18:17] * Savant flickers again [18:17] E> Reporting for duty maam [18:17] <`2LtSLPetrovna> FD> ::sits on a bench, reading a padd:: [18:17] RR> ::pulls up the files on the Delta Directive, and reads them over:: [18:17] Barracks>+taps+ I have been asked to scatter my men to the four winds to search for something, while systems are failing and they could be put to better purpose, [18:17] E> ::looks up at Farley and glares at him:: it's about time... [18:17] ::turns to Cavanaugh:: I'm not sure..I'll have Alpha Team start on the lower decks, you and I can start on the saucer decks. [18:17] ::nods at Savant as he takes his seat and swings around to face his console, guessing the effect of the nearby anomaly has had on Savant:: [18:17] E> ::points to the status screens:: we have an unknown power leakage.... [18:17] Barracks>+taps+ and this swabee can't even tell me what we're supposed to be looking for! [18:18] E> Sorry maam not much seems to be right today? [18:18] * Savant de-rezzes completely at one point before reappearing as little more than a snowy haze, her form vaguely visible through the interference [18:18] E> which is eating up about all power... [18:18] +taps+ Sick Bay to Engineering ... again. Why is my replicator not working ... again? [18:18] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:18] ::nods, if perhaps with the hint of skepticism in his eyes:: Understood, sir. [18:18] +taps+ Just follow through on them Chief. I'm not sure what's going on yet. [18:18] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:18] FB> ::spots Natalia just before entering Flight Ops and changes course:: Hello Natalia. [18:18] E> ::smiles way way too sweetly:: any ideas? [18:18] ::glances back as Savant flickers and fizzes and attempts to re-route some out of the way computer processors to the Savant program to keep her stable, keeping mum about the situation:: [18:18] Barracks>+Taps+ so the order... it's confirmed? [18:18] ::taps at the science console at the back of the bridge:: Subspace disruption off the port side. [18:18] +tap+ Daren to Alpha Team, assemble...the ship is at Secuity Alpha-2! Begin searching on Deck 12 and work your way around the ship [18:18] <`2LtSLPetrovna> FB> ::looks up and smiles:: Hello Thomas [18:18] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:19] +taps+ That it is Chief. [18:19] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:19] Barracks>::To himself:: and I thought I was the drug addict. [18:19] E> ::looks in the direction she points:: Don't know right now maam but I'll find out [18:19] ::nods to himself as he continues his attempt to find low-workload computer systems to assist Savant:: [18:19] distance: 150 thousand klicks. 400 metre radius. [18:19] * Savant 's eyes open, glowing blue spots in the white haze, and her voice floats pleasantly from her, "Thank you Colonel" [18:19] =.\ction= Intraship communications comes back on-line slowly but surely... but is now based on light-speed radio transmissions rather than the subspace waveguides. [18:19] E>it's the computer... [18:19] Barracks>+Taps+ acknowledged. Tlaloco out. [18:19] M> +taps+ Hello? Is someone there? ::looks down at his badge:: [18:19] Barracks>::Shouts:: you heard the man. Fall out!!! [18:19] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:20] FB> ::grins:: Come on into Flight Ops. Seems the Coro is experiencing some problems. [18:20] * Savant nods at Davis, "Confirmed. Logging." [18:20] You're welcome, Savant. Now can you help Davis analyze that disruption? [18:20] << brb ! >> [18:20] *** LTDR_Dalton (heiwa@63.93.314.34125) has left #uss-coronado [18:20] Colonel? How's the search going? [18:20] RR> ::finishes reading the briefing, exhales, and leaves the Ready Room:: [18:20] E> ::sighs:: if I didn't know better... actually... check to make sure some part of Savant's program isn't causing this... [18:20] <`2LtSLPetrovna> FB> ::nods and follows him into OPS:: I noticed [18:20] ::reenters the Bridge, voice subdued:: Report. [18:20] *** LTDR_Dalton (heiwa@63.93.314.34125) has joined #uss-coronado [18:20] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v LTDR_Dalton [18:20] Computer recognizes LTDR_Dalton. Authorization codes enabled. [18:20] Of cooooo-* [18:20] of course sir [18:20] ::takes a tricorder and begins scanning the bridge:: Ensign, check out the other rooms on this deck...Ward room, etc. Then we'll regroup and head out [18:20] Barracks>move it! Details take the corridors, alpha detail sweep the jeffries' tubes. [18:20] ::glances at LoraKor and gives him a questioning look:: Just asking the Colonel for an update on the search Captain. [18:20] E> Yes, maam ::goes to the nearest panel:: [18:21] E> ::thinks:: [18:21] * Savant flickers, and the haze which is Savant floats over to Davis. She seems to solidify again, somewhat [18:21] Barracks>What if they find.... [18:21] M> ::looks around his Sick Bay, then decides to head to the Bridge to find out what's going on:: [18:21] << do turbolifts work? :) >> [18:21] ::looks at Daren:: Should I assume, sir, that the possibility exists that whatever we may find is... hostile? No... ::a pause:: The captain would've told us. ::nods at the order and scampers, a tricorder somehow making it to his grasp:: [18:21] Barracks>::doubles with pain:: oh quetzal- [18:21] ::nods and drops into his chair, clearly troubled:: Exec, while you were commanding the Coronado, did you happen to read up on the Command Imperative Directives? [18:21] FB> ::enters Flight Ops:: We can try and contact the Colonel and see if there is anything we can do to assist [18:21] 16> Lt Oxford> Alright ALpha team, lets move out! [18:21] BArracks>+Taps+ Tlaloco to- Doc. [18:21] * Savant touches down on the ground beside Davis, regaining her glassy, translucent appearance once more [18:21] *> +taps+ ::heading for a lift:: Yes? [18:21] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:22] <`2LtSLPetrovna> FB> ::nods and moves over to the desk, picking up a padd:: [18:22] ::turns to Cavanaugh:: Your guess is as good as mine ensign, you may arm yourself as per the seurity alert [18:22] Barracks>+Taps+ Help- [18:22] ::looks to LoraKor and looks back to the console, typing like a drowining man.:: [18:22] 16> Oxford> ::moving along Corridor 4, Section 2 of Deck 16:: [18:22] ::glancing at the delta again:: +taps+ Bridge to flight deck, make sure the warp cores on the Spectres are cold or in standby status only. Do not allow any energy to flow to the warp engines [18:22] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:22] *> ::stops in front of the turbolift:: +taps+ I'm sorry, the comm system is acting up, your message got cut off. Help with what? [18:22] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:22] ::calmly, though somewhat flat:: Do you need a hand Mr Davis? [18:23] ::glancing back at Bentall:: Nothing yet on the search, Commander. [18:23] FB> +taps+ Wayne to Ironside. Acknowledge. Can we try and get a fighter up? [18:23] ::shakes his head:: Not really sir. It never dawned on me to check up on them. I guess this is realted to it? ::waves his arms around to indicate what's happening to the ship:: [18:23] ::stops a minute:: Wait a second...Ensign [18:23] ::Grins at Savant, then looks back to the console with a flat look:: On it, On it... [18:23] Adams>Barracks>+Taps+ doc, it's cpo tlaloco. He's down. [18:23] E> ::calls over a lowly cadet engineer and has him start checking on one of her other ideas:: [18:23] E> Maam, I can't find anything wrong with Savant's program but I did find that the field coils seem to be the problem ao at least part of it. [18:23] +taps+ Under no condition launch any craft, Major. That's a direct order. [18:23] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:23] Sir. the anomaly appears to be a tunneling event. It's emitting a good deal of energy, and is highly disrupive in nature [18:23] *> ::frowns:: +taps+ Adams, what's his location? [18:23] *** ENen_Skylooker (~Ens_EO@64.228.18.13789) has joined #uss-coronado [18:23] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:23] Cavanaugh, head down to Deck 16 and take command of Alpha Team. [18:24] I'll keep tabs on the search from the bridg [18:24] e [18:24] FB> ::glances at Natalia:: +taps+ Understood, sir. Anything else we can do for you? [18:24] ::nods at Savant:: Exec, call a senior staff conference. [18:24] Adams>BArracks>+Taps+ The barracks, sir. [18:24] *** CRXO_Bentall sets mode: +v ENen_Skylooker [18:24] E> ::rubs her temples:: why don't you and Sky go check out the field coils then... [18:24] TL> +taps+ I'm on my way. ::steps into the lift and looks up:: Barracks. [18:24] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:24] ::nods:: Aye sir. +allcall+ This is the XO, All senior staff report to the conference room on the double! [18:24] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:25] ::stands and slowly walks in the direction of the Conference Room:: [18:25] ::halts, turning:: Yes sir--? What? You want... ::another pause:: Aye commander. ::wasting no more time, he heads for the TLs:: Deck 16! [18:25] ::Nods absentmindedly, mumbling 'tunelling' as he shifts to typing elsewhere, at the same frantic pace:: [18:25] E> Yes, maam ::looks at Sky who just came in:: You with me Ensign? [18:25] FB> ::glances at Natalia:: (m) That was pretty emphatic. I wonder whats going on? [18:25] ::rises and follows the Captain to the Conference Room:: [18:25] +taps+ Get security postings up at critical points on the ship, and prepare for possible boarding action, be it onboard the Coro or another vessel [18:25] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:25] TL> ::shakes his head:: Of all the times ... +taps+ Dalton to Bentall. Mr. Tlaloco and I are going to be a bit delayed. I'm en route to the Barracks; he's apparently collapsed there. [18:25] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:25] * Savant fizzles again, as her glassy surface develops several luminescent holes and fissures [18:25] <`2LtSLPetrovna> FB> ::shakes her head:: I wonder [18:25] E> ::grabs a padd and heads to the conference room:: you two report back to me if you find anything... [18:25] *> ::steps out of the lift and heads for the barracks:: [18:25] +taps+ Understood Doc. When you can join us. [18:25] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:25] ::locks down his console, setting up a routine to continually re-route extra processing power to Savant when it becomes available before getting up and entering the conference room:: [18:26] Barracks>::Struggles to regain consciousness:: Adams- whatever your men find. . . Report it to me first. [18:26] E> Looks like it Lt ::Saw a new pip on Farley uniform:: [18:26] CR> ::enters the Conference Room and drops into a chair, then starts accessing the computer terminal to bring up a display on the far wall screen:: [18:26] Hmmmmmm... ::He types in a frantic spurt:: Ah... ::taps a key:: gamma, alpha, radio waves, pratically every frequence after the gamma spectrum. Funny output. If.... ::he begins typing again:: [18:26] FB> ::looks at her:: Lets get the fighters locked down and then we can arrange a few security teams through out the bay. [18:26] Barracks>::veins are throbbing like gagh beneath tl [18:26] CR> ::wanders into the room and sits down next to LoraKor:: What's going on sir? Or should I wait? [18:26] CR>::enters the CR, muttering softly:: And I thought I'd never have to go through this again... [18:26] E> ::hands Sky a PADD:: This should be the infomation we need [18:26] * Savant disappears with little fanfare save the hushing of static and a humming noise [18:26] +tap+ Daren to Beta Team, Lieutenant Gibson...How's the search going? [18:26] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:27] Barracks>::veins are throbbing like gagh beneath tlaloco's skin [18:27] <`2LtSLPetrovna> FB> ::nods:: alright, I will start right away ::moves out of OPS:: [18:27] CR> ::enters and takes a seat:: [18:27] 4> Gibson> +tap+ Nothing yet sir, what are we looking for again [18:27] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:27] ::shrugs:: +tap+ Anything out of the ordinary Lieutenant carry on [18:27] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:27] * Savant appears in the conference oom, but apparently with difficulty. IT takes a few moments before she finally appears from the white mist, accompanied from a cool wind and a crackling noise [18:27] Bar> ::enters and sees Adams and Tlaloco, then pulls out a medical tricorder and scans Tlaloco's vitals:: [18:27] TL> ::exits into Deck 16, fleetingly joining Alpha Team:: Alright. I've been sent to command the team. ::he gives no chance for rising murmurs, quickly gesturing:: We'll begin with corridor 4. [18:27] FB> ::watches her leave smiling after her:: I will get the pilots arranged into armed teams. [18:28] ::looks at the screen for a sec, then cranes his head at it like a curious cat:: That's pretty. ::he starts typing again:: [18:28] *** ObsNia (darkone@Councillor.kdfs.net) has left #uss-coronado [18:28] Bar> ::looks up at Adams:: Get me a med-kit. [18:28] Barracks>Adams> Do you want his, sir? [18:28] CR> ::looks at Savant:: you're slow today... [18:28] What? ... yes, go get it. [18:28] E> ::Take the PADD:: I see sir. [18:28] ::crosses his legs and leans back in his chair, placing his hands on the armrests and turning towards the monitor, waiting patiently:: [18:28] < that>> [18:28] <`2LtSLPetrovna> FB> ::goes out and comences lockdown of the fighters:: [18:28] E> ::heads off with Sky towards the field coils:: [18:28] CR> ::waits patiently for everyone to get into the room and get settled, while bringing up a Greek delta on the wall screen:: [18:29] ADams>Barracks> Doc, I got it here. It's farengi, but it's got all the right stuff. [18:29] ::under his breath:: To shoot him up again, I'm sure. [18:29] CR> ::snaps under her breath:: I'm attempting to operate under . . . less than idea situations, Ma'am. [18:29] BArracks>::weakly:: doc- under my mattress- [18:29] CR> ::eyes the wall screen:: Why does that look familiar to me? Aside from the obvious that is? [18:29] B> ::Grins and stops typing, looking about the bridge for a moment, with a lost look on his face. He wipes the look and starts typing again:: [18:29] ::turns and heads for the CR:: [18:30] CR> :;sniffs:: that's what you call it... [18:30] ::looks down at Tlaloco, then back at Adams:: Mr. Adams, if you'll excuse us. [18:30] CR> ::takes his seat:: [18:30] Adams> BArracks> He'll be ok, sir? [18:30] *> ::moves in double lines, each flanking a group of three who seem to handle the tricorders:: Keep your eyes peeled. Look for anything... at all. [18:30] FB> ::starts to get pilots organized with a few techs:: Arm yourselves and Group 1 cover the armory. Group 2 - fighter supplies and weapons bay. Group 3 - keep an eye on Personnel quarters. [18:30] Bar> I think so, yes. [18:30] * Savant hovers a touch behind the Captain, observing the room, intensely concentrated [18:30] Barracks>Adams> ::leaves:: [18:30] =.\ction= few minutes later, the senior staff has assembled in the Conference Room. Despite several inquisitive looks, the Captain remains silent as people gather. [18:30] Barracks>::Sits up a bit:: [18:30] CR> ::nods at Dalton as he enters:: Ladies... gentlemen. We are now in a Command Imperative Directive state. It will take me a few moments to describe what that means, so I hope you will pay close attention... I am not exaggerating when I say that the fate of the universe may depend on it. [18:30] ::ponders just how many Command Imperative Objectives Starfleet actually has, having been through two in his twenty one years of service:: [18:31] Barracks>::doc, under my mattress! [18:31] <>> [18:31] * Savant flickers [18:31] *> ::gets to the field coils:: What do you think Sky? [18:31] CR> ::eyes widen:: [18:31] M> Dr. Zhoyvgud> ::walks over to Tlaloco:: Mattressss? [18:31] FB> ::heads over to the armory and grabs two hand phasers and heads back out:: [18:31] CR> Starfleet has 21 Imperative Directives, each named after a Greek letter from Alpha to Omega. Each one describes a situation that the starship discovering the situation MUST deal with... must drop all other mission priorities to deal with. [18:31] CR> ::crosses arms and gives Lora a skeptical look:: [18:32] CR> ::nods knowingly:: [18:32] CR> ::looks around the room:: The Directives are in priority order. Those with higher letters, though critical, describe situations that are less critical than those with lower letters. [18:32] M> Zhoyvgud> ::injects Tlaloco with a drug to stabilize his system:: [18:32] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:32] ::Crawls to the mattress himself, and extracts the hypospray:: [18:32] E> Well, now I'm not really tinking sir. [18:32] CR> ::listens:: Intriuging.... [18:32] *** ObsGKar (toby113@kdfs-20992.tnt18.lax3.da.uu.net) has left #uss- coronado [18:32] CR> Omega describes a situation that might result in the destruction of all life over an entire sector. [18:32] Barracks>THank you, doc. [18:32] *** Nuitari (~admrl5476@kdfs-16667.strose.edu) has left #uss-coronado [18:32] CR> Alpha through Epsilon describe situations that might result in the destruction... ::pauses:: of the universe. [18:33] CR> Our Directive... ::points at the screen:: is Delta. [18:33] Barracks>Am I supposed to be at the meeting? [18:33] Barracks> Zhoyvgud> ::walks over and takes the hypospray from Tlaloco:: What isss thisss? [18:33] * Savant in fact manages to return to a somewhat normal state, the pupils in her eyes even reappearing, giving her a somewhat human appearance [18:33] CR> ::blinks once or twice at that, then recalls the previous delta experience, as well as the tau:: [18:33] FB> ::walks back into the bay checking on the teams and heads over to Natalia:: [18:33] *> ::starts working on the panel in front of me:: The computer won't let me run a diagnostic? [18:33] CR> ::exchanges glances with the other senior crew:: [18:33] Zhoyvgud> ::gives Tlaloco a look:: You cannot practisss medicine. [18:33] <`2LtSLPetrovna> FB> ::walks into OPS:: Finished [18:33] Barracks>It's.. empty, doctor. THank you. I need to go. It's just a breath spray. [18:34] *> ::Trying to overide:: Try now. [18:34] CR> The Delta Directive describes a situation in which a subspace flux... a sort of "tear" in space-time, spreads until everything in the universe falls into it. [18:34] ::his typing slows, then stops as he looks at a really odd process on his terminal process viewer:: [18:34] Barracks>:Injects his tongue:: see? [18:34] CR> ::nods slightly:: [18:34] CR> Savant, describe the phenomenon off our port bow. [18:34] Baracks>Gotta go.::heads for the TL:: [18:34] TL>Bridge. [18:34] Zhoyvgud> ::scans Tlaloco, then shrugs and waves him away:: Report to Ssssickbay after the meeting, please. [18:34] * Savant 's voice is a little tinny as she speaks [18:34] *> ::tryes again:: THis isn't working something more is wrong the just the field coils. [18:35] CR> It would appear to be that same event which you described. It is a subspace tunnel, highly energetic and destructive in nature [18:35] TL>::Feels like a million bucks:: [18:35] CR> ::nods:: Quote growth rate. [18:35] FB> ::walks into Ops and hands her the weapon:: Take this. Just in case. The bay has been locked down. [18:35] ::begins typing again, at a somewhat subdued pace:: [18:35] *>::Heads toward CR [18:35] CR> ::nods in thought to himself:: [18:35] CR> the growth rate is. . . is. .. ::flickers:: [18:35] E> You mean sir? ::wait for a respond as imagination just came in:: [18:36] *> ::turns a corner, his eyes narrowing at the sight:: Quickly! ::he gestures, sending two of the Team known in medical treatment to aid the man now on the floor -- a human male, youthful yet mature, dark hair trimmed short military-style, with everything below his now cauterized knee... burned:: Quick! Give me something, guys. [18:36] <`2LtSLPetrovna> FB> ::nods and takes the weapon, puts it in her belt:: so..what are we to do now? [18:36] * Savant 's face goes - pale? or just translucent? [18:36] *> What was that Sky? [18:36] E> Can Savant be of help in this problem sir? [18:36] The event is expanding at a rate of one percent per day, on average, sirs, dpending on the local energy variance [18:36] CR> ::lets out a shortly held breath through his nostrils and leans an elbow on the table, covering his mouth. The growth rate is more than tenfold that of his last Delta experience:: [18:36] =Description= The man Cavanaugh finds is in his mid-30s, human, male, and is wearing a Starfleet uniform. His hair is dark and he is trim and athletic. His left leg has been burned and cauterized from about the knee down. [18:37] CR> My God. At that rate we don't have much time to stop it. [18:37] CR> ::an exasperated sigh:: I don't understand ... how are we supposed to stop this ... anomaly? [18:37] * Savant retains her pale look, the usual ethereal smile somewhat absent [18:37] pessimism will not aid us in any case [18:38] CR> ::nods:: We have to find the cause. And if possible, reverse it. [18:38] ::makes a 'ooohhhhh' sound then types some more:: [18:38] *> I think we have a computer problem. ::looks down at tha panel:: And I think that's going to be the root of the field coil problem or at least the next step we have to take [18:38] CR> The advantage is that whatever initiated the Delta Directive must be on this ship... the Directive would not have been invoked otherwise. [18:38] FB> ::grins at her:: We do what every pilot hates, we wait. ::nods:: Lets head over to the Pilot's Ready Room [18:38] CR> I have therefore ordered a search of the ship for that cause. [18:38] * Savant 's eyes flip open wide [18:38] CR> ::nods, speaking aloud [18:38] CR> ::eyes widen as he sits back in his chair :: {{ Oh ... is THAT all ... }} [18:38] CR> ::nods:: So that's what you meant by You'll know it when you see it? [18:39] :: because we wouldn't have seen it in slipstream... [18:39] * Savant immediately bobs up a little higher, her eyes glowing brightly [18:39] ::Makes sure his men have swept the bridge:: [18:39] *> Oxford> He is in uniform, but I don't think he is crew... ::points at the rank pip:: Unless the captain got himself a replacement. [18:39] CR> ::nods at Bentall:: [18:39] ::looks at the process with a big grin:: That can't be anything else. [18:39] <`2LtSLPetrovna> FB> ::nods:: I could use a cup of coffee [18:39] E> ::Walk to the pannel and open it:: Well. [18:39] ::realizes that the situation is clear:: [18:39] *>::heads to the TL [18:39] FB> ::turning to Flight Ops:: Keep us informed of any new developments, we will be in Pilot's RR. ::exits Ops:: [18:39] TL>+Taps+ Tlaloco to Adams. Status. And I'm fine, thank you. [18:40] CR> ::frowns thinking to himself:: I find it odd that I would be having dreams about the future and then this happens. I wonder if they're related somehow? [18:40] =.\ction= The man Cavanaugh finds rolls over, looks up into the Ensigns eyes, and groans loudly. ||Too late,|| Cavanaugh... "hears." [18:40] CR> ::Reading over some ships logs:: There have been no strange security breaches recoreded by the computer in the last few days...I can't imagine what it could be that is on this ship. [18:41] * Savant lets out a digital breath and settled somewhat, though she retains her somewhat distracted and worried look about her [18:41] TL>Thank you adams. Keep me informed. [18:41] ::he scratches his forehead, anomoly forgotten for the moment:: Um, why you here? Oh well; at least you're alive... [18:41] CR> Whatever it is, it's recent. [18:41] =.\ction= The ship rocks... everyone aboard, Savant included, has a feeling of deja vu. A moment later, it is over. [18:41] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:41] It must have happened just as...::grips his chair slightly as the ship rocks:: [18:41] CR> What was that? ::touches his temple:: [18:41] CR> ::gives Bentall a look:: You were catatonic, Mr. Bentall. I sincerely doubt any relevance can -- ::feels the rocking:: [18:41] * Savant 's eyes open wide again [18:41] CR> ::hangs on to the table:: Computer, yellow alert! [18:41] =.\ction= The automatic alert warning sounds as the ship's alert status changes to yellow . [18:41] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:41] FB> ::enters ready room:: What the...? ::grabs the wall:: [18:41] CR> ::looks around the room:: What was that? [18:41] *> I think we might do better if we get to the core. [18:41] TL> ::Shrugs off the effects of the drug:: [18:41] ::quirks an eyebrow, a hand going to his unit:: +taps+ Cavanaugh to Commander Daren. Sir, we-- ::stops, his eyes widening at the sensation... whatever it is:: Ah, ah.. ah.. What in the world.. [18:41] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:41] ::looks around him in several directions like a startled bird, blinking his eyes:: [18:42] TL>Engineering. [18:42] CR> ::looks up:: +tap+ Ensign? [18:42] *> May be. [18:42] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:42] =.\ction= Everyone in the Conference Room has a nice view of the subspace flux as something flies out of it. [18:42] *>sir [18:42] !ack [18:42] =Description= http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/stranger/coro2158.jpg [18:42] <> [18:42] CR> ::frowns:: Ok and what was that? [18:42] Eh, whatever. ::He shrugs and begins typing again:: Didn't think that it would grow so fast... [18:42] * Savant watches the thing shoot out, though she knew of it before anyone else could see it [18:42] ::squints and moves forward towards the window, getting out of his chair:: [18:42] *> It's worth a try. ::starts putting the oanel back together:: You start there I'll catch-up. [18:43] CR> ::shrugs:: sorta looked like a ship to me... [18:43] Markings indicate that it is indeed a ship, sirs.. . . [18:43] ::gets enough of a glimpse of the object to know it isn't anything recent, but he knows enough to be sure...:: It's pre-starfleet... [18:43] CR> ::watches the 'something' emerge:: Is it a ship? [18:43] CR> ::nods:: That's what I thought. Sort of looks like an older style of ship too. [18:43] * Savant nods, agreeing [18:43] *> +taps+ A man, sir. ::turns to the wounded:: Too late for what? ::shakes his head:: He's probably in shock. ::back to unit:: I'm sending him to medical bay if you approve? [18:43] *> ::Walk to the pointed spot:: [18:43] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:43] =.\ction= The object is firing things that look suspiciously like missiles. A moment later, an unfamiliar ship flies out after the first... it is clearly Romulan. [18:43] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:44] * Savant 's eyebrows knit [18:44] ::still looking out the window:: Captain ... we'd better raise shields. [18:44] CR> +tap+ Yes Ensign, Do it! [18:44] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:44] FB> ::turns to Natalia:: Are you okay? [18:44] hostiles are persuing them. [18:44] CR> ::nods in agreement:: What the hell, ::as the romulan ship shows up:: Are we witnessing the Earth, Romulan way here? [18:44] <> [18:44] E>+taps+ crew leaders, report! [18:44] CR> Captain, we have an intruder! [18:44] <`2LtSLPetrovna> FB> ::nods, rubbing temples:: Da..just abit of a headache [18:45] E>Is there anyone down here? [18:45] *> +taps+ Farley to Oswald, we are headed to the computer core to trace down the problem with the field coils and computer problems. [18:45] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:45] ::watches the object come out of the wormhole, then watches at it fires it's warheads:: +tap+ Captian, er... there's a Durance class frigate firing on us. 250 year old design... [18:45] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:45] * Savant emits a low humming, fizzling noise [18:45] CR> ::nods at Daren:: Go deal with him. ::looks up:: Everyone get to your stations. This is happening faster than I thought. [18:45] CR> +taps+ okay, Farley [18:45] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:45] *> Alright! Pick him up carefully. We're taking him to the doc. ::heads for the TL, the flanking team carrying the body behind him:: [18:45] FB> ::grabs a hold of her:: Here have a seat. I will get you something to drink [18:45] CR> ::quickly rises from his chair and exits the conference room:: [18:45] CR> ::stands up and hurries toward the Bridge:: [18:45] Due to the inoperability of the ship, i would advise against combat, sir. [18:45] CR> ::remains standing at the window, looking out:: [18:45] CR> ::gets up and heads down to engineering:: [18:45] CR> ::rises and rushes back out onto the bridge:: [18:46] *> ::gets to the core:: So what do you think Sky? [18:46] CR> Aye sir ::heads for the turbolift, grabbing a hand phaser:: [18:46] =.\ction= The two ships are involved in a battle. Both seem to be ignoring the Coro. [18:46] E>::Spies another vial, and recovers it.:: Alright. Concentrate your search on the upper levels and in the Jeffrey's tubes. [18:46] *> +taps+ Skylooker to LTjg Farley I'm in posiiton sir [18:46] <`2LtSLPetrovna> FB> ::nods and sits, continuing to rub her temples:: [18:46] ::gags as he looks at the ID beacon:: Captian, it's the Coronado! [18:46] =Description= The battle is being fought with amazingly primitive weapons -- chemical rockets and missiles for the most part. [18:46] E>Don't interfere with the engineers! [18:46] * Savant disappears, simply dissolving [18:46] ::looks back at Davis:: Are you positive Davis? [18:46] NCC FR-254... [18:46] =.\ction= Ship's condition is currently: Yellow Alert . [18:46] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:46] ::enter TL:: Medical Bay! [18:47] * Savant reappears beside Davis, without th usual thunderclap. She seems to be very concerned [18:47] =.\ction= Cavanaugh's team conveys the unknown Starfleet Captain toward Sickbay. [18:47] ::waves his arms frantically:: Unless the database is ruined... [18:47] FB> ::walks over to replicator and gets a glass of water. Hands it to her and watches her:: Are you okay? [18:47] Checking. . . it appears that the ensign is correct, sir. [18:47] EN_Richards> ::standing at tactical on the bridge:: The Coronado? [18:47] E>Xolotl! IT never fails! [18:47] CR> ::shakes his head, hearing scattered thoughts of the other ships' crew when he's interrupted by his commbadge: +taps+ Zhoyvgud to Doctor Dalton. We have wounded; requessst your asssissstance. [18:47] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:47] TL> ::exits and heads for the medical bay, eyes quickly searching about as the body is brought in after him:: Medic! ::that seem slike the most logical thing to say:: [18:47] ::slips into the Mission Ops console:: Captain, our functions are extremely limited with the Delta alert still active...::attempting to bring ECM online:: [18:47] <`2LtSLPetrovna> FB> ::takes the water and looks up, nodding:: Da...as I said, I just have a headache [18:47] *> Sorry I didn't saw you comming. [18:47] CR>::tearing himself away from the window:: +taps+ Yes ... I'm ... I'm on my way. [18:47] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:48] ::crosses to his chair:: Computer, release controls to normal function. [18:48] <`2LtSLPetrovna> FB> Thank you for the water ::takes a sip:: [18:48] E> +Taps+ Adams, take three details off the search, and return them to alert status jaguar one. [18:48] =.\ction= The consoles light back up... anything that relies on subspace is still down, however. [18:48] *> No problem, So what do you think? [18:48] FB> ::frowns:: Maybe I should get you up to Sick bay. [18:48] ::types:: The second vessel is a Swarm fighter, Romulan, from the same time period... He grins with glee and starts typing with abandon again:: [18:48] M> ::enters Sickbay:: [18:48] WR> ::heads for the turbolift:: Sick Bay. [18:48] E> ::comes into engineering and looks at Tlaloco:: what are you doing here? [18:48] I-I am afraid that i will be of little use in any combat situation sirs [18:48] M> Dr. Zhoyvgud> ::indicates Daren should come to Biobed 3:: [18:48] M> ::waiting for Cavanaugh's team to arrive:: [18:48] ::frowns at the lack of subspace functions and begins to use the light-speed sensors and radio as he attempts to pick up internal communications from the two ships:: [18:48] e> orders, ma'am. We are conducting a search. [18:49] <`2LtSLPetrovna> FB> Nyet, Thomas, I am fine. I am sure it will go away soon [18:49] M> ::goes to bed3:: Yes Doctor? [18:49] E>A search for something, and nobody will tell me what. [18:49] *> I didn't had time yet to check over the system sir. [18:49] E> so, needless to say, we haven't found it. [18:49] M> Dr. Zhoyvgud> ::indicates the patient:: Who isss it? [18:49] however - i may be able to assist in the realtivistic calculations, to some degree. [18:49] E>::nods:: yea right... are you done? [18:49] *> lets go in a check it out then. [18:49] Captain, it would appear to me that we are witnessing some sort of time violation caused by the rift out there. [18:49] E>I don't know. Please order me out of engineering. [18:50] Sir, I'm picking up internal communications amongst the two ships, however....sir they seem to be echoes rather than actual transmissions. There's a phase variance that makes them appear as if they're not actually there. [18:50] =.\ction= The Federation ship launches some kind of large, heavy missile at the Romulan ship... it detonates, destroying the fighter. [18:50] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:50] E> ::shakes her head:: why should I? [18:50] * Savant murmurs, "Of course, Mr Bentall" [18:50] =.\ction= The holographic tank goes white for a few seconds, then returns to normal function. [18:50] ENtc_Richards> Whoa...looks like the battle is over for now [18:50] ::looks back at Savant with a frown:: [18:50] FB> ::grabs a chair and sits down next to her:: You wouldn't be hiding a bigger problem on me. [18:50] E>It's a waste of time searching for somethign when you do not know what you're searching for. The ship's on yellow alert. [18:50] *> ::Use a eng tricorder:: Scanning the core. [18:50] E>My men could be doing something constructive. [18:50] M> ::spots Daren:: Sir! ::motions to the wounded man, now settled on a biobed:: We found him lying on the corridor in deck sixteen. His leg's been burned off. He is wearing a uniform, sir... a captain's pips on the neck. Not crew. [18:51] E>And you're not afraid to countermand an order. [18:51] M> ::enters his Sick Bay and sees Daren and Cavanaugh, walking over to them:: [18:51] E> ::raises an eyebrow:: like what? [18:51] * Savant flickers again, returning to her somewhat glassy and disturbingly transparent appearance [18:51] =.\ction= Other ships fly out of the rift... they are all apparently Federation craft from the mid-2150s... mid Earth/Romulan war. They continue to ignore Coro. They take up some kind of patrol pattern. [18:51] M> ::looks at the man:: Hmmm, has he attempted to make any kind of contact with you? said anything? [18:51] E> ::glares at Tlaloco:: I'm not afraid to countermand an order? [18:51] M> Dr. Zhoyvgud> Not I. ::looks at Cavanaugh:: [18:51] ::nods at his console:: Yup, I'm getting the same half assed ghost readings. You know, the star rotations are a bit off too; there where they were in 2158, give or take 6 to 8 months... [18:51] Sir...I don't believe those vessels are actually there. I believe we're witnessing what happened here in the far past. [18:51] E>Attending to their yellow alert duties. Oh. I'm sorry. I heard... [18:51] That would correlate, sir. [18:52] E>Is that a sensitive issue? [18:52] =.\ction= Ship's condition is currently: Yellow Alert . [18:52] M> He... ::studies the man:: ...said something. It was probably shock, but he said it was too late. [18:52] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:52] M> ::scans the uniform, but points at the collar to Daren:: This isn't a recent uniform. [18:52] ::frustrated at the situation, sits down and looks over at the tank:: [18:52] Perhaps due to being so close to the anomaly... the spatial and temporal dimensions may be uncoupling. [18:52] So, we're watching a Coronado... in the past. [18:52] aye Sir. [18:52] *> How's that scan going? [18:52] M> Hmm...I see that. [18:53] ::looks at ironside:: Yeah! Isn't it great? ::he grins:: [18:53] ::murmers slightly:: So what's next in the program? [18:53] What is the rift doing? Any change? [18:53] M> ::looks at Daren:: Perhaps we should search the Federation database. [18:53] Scanning sir... due to our lack of sensors, it may take some . . time. [18:53] M> ::scans the man with a tricorder:: [18:53] E>Well, with all due respect, ma'am, I have a wild goose to chase. If you're not going to throw us out, I'll continue the search. May I be dismissed? [18:53] M> ::to cavanaugh:: Were there any strange emissions in the area you found him? He must have transported over somehow, but the computer didn't call for intruder alert [18:54] M> ::nods:: I always was a poor history student [18:54] E>::Checks himself::I - apologize. I'm not myself. [18:54] *> All is working withing normal parametter sir. [18:54] M> ::shakes his head:: He's not really here, that's why your intruder alert didn't activate. [18:54] M> ::looks at Dr. Zhoy:: Doctor, can you determine if the wound was caused by, well, I don't know. Can you determine something? ::to Daren:: No, sir. Nothing. [18:54] M> Not really here? [18:54] *> ::close the tricoder and put it away:: [18:54] E>With your leave, I'll continue the search. [18:54] E> ::shrugs:: whatever [18:54] the rift is currently six hundred meters wide, sir. [18:54] <`2LtSLPetrovna> FB> ::drinks more of the water:: [18:55] Getting bigger... [18:55] *** LCHL_Dejat (mcclure@kdfs-5104.nm01-c3.cpe.charter-ne.com) Quit (Ping timeout) [18:55] E> ::goes to her office and checks her status screens:: [18:55] M> ::gives Daren the medical tricorder:: [18:55] Any change in it's growth rate Savant? [18:55] M> ::steps to a computer terminal and begins a search in the Federation database for a uniform match:: [18:55] A might also add that ourselves and the rift are the only true readings. The others are. . . ghost. . . readings [18:55] ::looks down at her own ghostly visage:: [18:55] FB> Feeling better? ::watches her worriedly:: [18:55] ::nods grimly at Savant:: Ensign Davis, Savant... speculate. How do we close this rift? [18:55] E>+Taps+anything in engineering? [18:55] M> You need a regular tricorder to determine his status. But ... something's off. ::scans the man's DNA:: [18:55] determining, Sir, It will take several moments [18:55] *> Ok thanks, lets get back to engineering then, ::turns to go back:: +taps+ Farley to Oswald we have checked out the core but have found nothing wrong? [18:55] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:55] <`2LtSLPetrovna> FB> ::nods:: alittle bit. It began this morning [18:55] M> ::turns his head:: Dr. Zhoyvgud, retrieve a regular tricorder from the supply room down the corridor, please. [18:55] E>MaKAll>+Taps+ I found three vials of a red liquid. [18:56] uh... Captain.... in my present state... i will not be as useful in performing intuitive functions. .. [18:56] E>+Taps+ bring it to me. [18:56] *> +taps+ we are heading back Farley out [18:56] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:56] ::walks over to a medical console and activates the Starfleet medical database, searching thru DNA files:: [18:56] *> ::follow Farley:: [18:56] ::stabs a button once, which spits a angry buzzer indicating that the command cannot be done. He stabs it again, several times then stares at it sulkly before typing again:: Cosmic thread, mabey? [18:56] M> ::looks at the MedTricorder and returns it to the Doctor:: Intresting. ::pulls out his tricorder and does a scan of the man:: [18:56] =.\ction= The patrol continues outward at impulse, continuing to ignore Coro... FR-254 is apparently one of the lead scout ships. [18:56] E>::looks at Tlaloco from her office and shakes her head:: [18:56] M> ::blinks a couple of times as the image of the man comes up on the screen, along with his name:: [18:57] i -- given its current configuration, i would assume . . .. [18:57] E>::sees crewman approach, snatches the vials and heads toward the TL::OK, we're done here. [18:57] M> ::looks over Daltons shoulder:: You've found something... [18:57] M> ::looks over the top of the console at the man lying in the biobed, then slowly lifts his hand to his commbadge:: Oh yes ... [18:57] =.\ction= The man on the biobed regains consciousness... he is clearly in pain. [18:57] =.\ction= Ship's condition is currently: Yellow Alert . [18:57] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:57] M> +taps+ Captain, I've found your Delta Directive. Captain Brian Aldur, age 36. [18:57] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:57] ::looks at Savant and scratches his head:: You're the mug, aren't you? [18:57] E>Proceed to the shuttlebay and transporter rooms. [18:57] M> Can you at least say if he's alive? ::watches the man, blinking slightly as he wakes and begins to express his anguish:: [18:57] ...if the anomaly is subspace in nature, might detonating a warp core close it like it might a tear? [18:57] E> ::calls out after Tlaloco:: did you find what you're looking for? [18:57] +taps+ Aldur? 36? ::frowns:: Doctor, that's impossible. [18:57] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:58] E>We found something, ma'am. [18:58] * Savant blinks [18:58] * Savant looks at Davis, "mug sir?" [18:58] E> ::smiles:: can I see what it is? [18:58] M> +taps+ ::still looking at Aldur:: How so? [18:58] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:58] M> ::steps to the man:: Captain Aldur... [18:58] FB> Well lets get you up to Sick bay. Last thing we need is a sick Squadron leader [18:58] +taps+ Brian Aldur is in his 60s, and is a Vice Admiral. [18:58] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:58] M> +taps+ Well, this one is a Captain, and 36. [18:58] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:58] <`2LtSLPetrovna> FB> I just have a headache, Thomas. it is nothing more [18:58] E>::brings it to her::Looks like some sort of medicine. I'm bringing it to the doc. [18:58] ::blinks once or twice:: Captain...::turns towards Lora:: [18:59] Aldur> ::looks up at Dalton with bleary eyes and frowns:: ||Too early...|| [18:59] M> ::activates Aldur's service record and brings it up:: [18:59] Aldur? ::looks confused:: [18:59] =.\ction= The ship rocks... everyone aboard, Savant included, has a feeling of deja vu. A moment later, it is over. [18:59] ::shakes his head as if with cobwebs:: You're the only working example of her work, I mean. [18:59] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:59] M> ::jumps back from the console and looks at Aldur:: Don't ... do that. [18:59] TL> ::arrive in engineering:: So what will go wrong next Sky? ::heading to the office:: [18:59] * Savant rises from the ground, fizzling and popping [18:59] Not again... ::shudders:: That is getting annoying. [18:59] =.\ction= Another ship flies out of the rift. [18:59] FB> ::grins:: Afraid of the doctor? ::sways at the motion:: [18:59] E>Excuse me, ma'am it was a.. .dizzy spell... [18:59] That is. . . very. . .. uncomforta- [18:59] Captain, Brian Aldur disappeared in Breen territory in 23...77 I think. [18:59] uncomfortable. [18:59] =Description= http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/stranger/coro2650.jpg [18:59] M> Mr. Daren ... [19:00] E> ::looks at one of the vials and runs a tricorder over it:: why is it in engineering? [19:00] M> ::looks at the tricorder readings:: Yes Doctor? [19:00] =.\ction= Aldur loses consciousness again. [19:00] ::looks sulkily at a random bulkhead:: Blah. Dejavu. [19:00] M> Mr. Daren, he ... he spoke to me. [19:00] M> ::grabs ahold of something, eyes widening at the dizzying sensation:: [19:00] Captain, a new ship has arrived. [19:00] M> He spoke to you? I didn't hear a word [19:00] Scans indi - - indi - - [19:00] E> Well me i think or do anybody has felt a "deja-vu" feeling sir. [19:00] M> I ... I don't know what he is, but he's no human. I've never felt anything like that before. The strength of it ... [19:01] E> ::Look confused:: [19:01] That is not like any Starfleet vessel I've ever seen... [19:01] =.\ction= The new ship looks alien... two brown disks are connected by spars... the spars seem... fluid. They change shape and composition constantly. [19:01] E> I have but thought it was just me [19:01] E>::Nods to Skylooker.::I thought it was me. [19:01] M> ::releases his grip on the biobed and holds his head:: [19:01] M> He told Mr. Cavanaugh too late ... and he told me, 'too early'. [19:01] ::Looks at the captian:: You know, a inverted warpfield bubble might attach itself to the edges of the rift-- ::He looks down on his console:: Incoming craft, Captian. No registry signal available. [19:01] E> ::hands the vial back to Tlaloco:: see that that gets into Dalton's hands... [19:01] ::nods:: That almost looks like one of the concept ships that Starfleet's been messing with recently. [19:01] =Description= As a matter of fact, a closer look reveals that the whole ship is in that same state... [19:01] * Savant closes her mouth, watching the bridge silently [19:02] E> Then what do we do? We can't ingnore it. [19:02] FB> ::walks over to her:: Come on lets go see the doctor. [19:02] E>Ma'am. Of course I will. Excuse my tone, once again. Someday I'll get this noncom thing right. ::walks away:: [19:02] M> ::walks over to Daren's side:: Are you all right? [19:02] =.\ction= Ship's condition is currently: Yellow Alert . [19:02] ::stammers:: Sirs. The sh - the sh- the sh- ip. . .. . . is organic. [19:02] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:02] ::gives up trying to classify it:: Not even close to anything we've seen. [19:02] =.\ction= The hull begins to vibrate... a low keening, vibrating noise sounds throughout the ship... [19:03] E> ::looks at Farley and Sky:: there's nothing wrong with the coils or computer or anything... [19:03] * Savant seems to shake along with the vibrating, and she winces visibly [19:03] *>+taps+Adams, let me know if the teams find anything. MEanwhile, I'm bringing this vial to Medbay [19:03] Organic? How is that possible? [19:03] E> ::sighs:: it's a lock out... [19:03] <`2LtSLPetrovna> FB> ::nods and stands up, sighing:: alright... [19:03] M> I'm fine Doctor, just feel as if I've done this before [19:03] M> ::looks from Dalton to the man, brow raised:: Well, ask him something then. Can you speak, whateve you are? ::shakes his head, squinting at the vibrations:: [19:03] E> Maam we both have a feeling of dejavu ::looks at Sky in agreement:: [19:03] M> But its passed [19:03] i do - don - don - don - nnnnnnnnnnnnn-* [19:03] M> ::frowns:: Done this before ... yes, I felt that too. [19:03] ...because it's a vessel from a future time...we've seen the past, now we're seeing the future. [19:03] TL>Medbay. [19:03] M> But ... how could I have done this before, none of this makes any sense. [19:03] E> ::nods:: me to... it's probably because of the anomally outside of the ship... [19:03] ::looks at Savant and blinks:: Are you ok? Is that a dumb question? [19:04] FB> ::escorts her out and towards the TLs:: [19:04] ::raises a brow:: If that's the future, I can't wait. ::grins trying to lighten the mood a little:: [19:04] =.\ction= The disks seem to flow here and there as the spars vibrate... the ship turns toward Coro and the keening sound grows louder. [19:04] M> ::swallows hard and looks at Aldur, on the biobed:: I could try and ... retrieve one of his memories. But the thought of trying that ... scares me. [19:04] M> ::looks at the tricorder:: He's emiting chonometic radiation...obviously he is a man out of time. [19:04] i - i - i - i [19:04] ::frowns:: Is it my imagination, or can this one... see us? [19:04] Chronometric? [19:04] * Savant starts to fizzle again, the snowstorm appearing around her slowly [19:04] TL>If I didn't know better, I could swear it was a temporal anomaly. [19:04] ::looks over at his communications readout:: [19:04] ::nods:: I was just wondering about that myself Captain. I think it can. [19:05] =.\ction= The ship begins growing a tendril... the tendril stretches toward Coro. [19:05] <`2LtSLPetrovna> TL> Thomas...you should not worry..I am sure it is just a headache [19:05] * Savant almsot disappears... then there is a loud SNAP and she forms quickly once more [19:05] E> I hope it doesn't affect us to much. [19:05] M> ::nods:: Obviously since Admiral Aldur is alive and well today this man must be from our past...thus the chronometric radiation [19:05] ::begins typing on the console, analysing the sound vibrations, then jumps out of his seat as he looks at the astrometrics:: Sir? I-- It-- It's 2650... [19:05] =.\ction= Systems all over the ship begin feeling a power drain. [19:05] ::notes the tendril:: Are we being attacked? [19:05] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:05] TL>::Exits toward medbay:: [19:05] E> ::smiles:: in anycase back to normal engineering stuff... nothing has exactly been wreaked yet... so you two should probably make up your weekly reports... there's still due at 8am tomorrow morning... [19:05] =.\ction= The vibrations steadily grow worse. [19:05] oh no . . . [19:05] ::shakes his head:: They have to recognize us as Starfleet, past or no. Unless... [19:05] E> What the... ::Saw the drain:: [19:06] M> ::watches a few terminals blink:: Power is being drained... [19:06] M> We need the captain to tell us what to do with him. We've got to get him back into his own timeframe, he's what is causing this, I'm sure of it! [19:06] Red alert! Helm, back us off! [19:06] =.\ction= The automatic klaxon sounds as the ship's alert status changes to red . [19:06] ::teeth begin to chatter with the increasing vibrations:: [19:06] * Savant fades, almost invisible [19:06] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:06] E> ::looks at the status screens:: cancel that.. [19:06] M> ::nods:: I agree [19:06] M> ::just frowns at the quivering:: What in the world is going on? ::he asks no one in particular:: [19:06] =.\ction= A whip-like tendril circles the saucer section and begins pulling the ships toward each other. [19:06] M>+Taps+ Adams! Pull the teams off the search, go to stations! [19:06] FB> I always worry about you. Now lets get you...::listens to red alert:: Not now. Fighters are locked down. [19:06] ENtc_Richards> ::raises shields and brings weapons to ready status per condition Red Alert:: [19:06] =.\ction= The Coronado's shields activate! [19:06] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:07] <`2LtSLPetrovna> FB> ::frowns:: I wonder what has happened? [19:07] Why do I get the feeling that this "organic" ship is hungry? [19:07] E> ::frowns:: [19:07] =.\ction= Where the tendril touches the shields, they spark and fritz violently. [19:07] M>+taps+ Tlaloco to Commander Bentall. I have pulled my teams off the search and have gone to stations. [19:07] <`2LtSLPetrovna> <> [19:07] +taps+ Acknowledged Chief [19:07] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:07] * Savant shakes, looking either quite angry or quite afraid, and probably both [19:07] E> ::Felt the choc:: [19:07] ::types as the tendril hooks around the ship and types:: Savant, in here... [19:07] I'm not reading anything on communications channels...they're not talking. [19:07] Helm> Captain, whatever this is, it's acting just like a tractor beam! I can't break free! [19:08] Recommend we hail them Captain. It may be our only chance! [19:08] M>Doc! I'm stowing a couple of vials here for safekeeping. [19:08] *** Heiwa1 (heiwa@63.93.314.34004) has joined #uss-coronado [19:08] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Heiwa1 [19:08] Computer recognizes Heiwa1. Authorization codes enabled. [19:08] E> Orders, Maam [19:08] M>Doc! I'm stowing a couple of vials here for safekeeping. [19:08] ::nods over at Ironside:: Do it! [19:08] *** LTDR_Dalton was kicked by CRXO_Bentall (CRXO_Bentall) [19:08] M> I should be on the bridge. Ensign, I'm assigning you to Captain Aldur here...he needs to remain under Security Patrol under all times, should he become able to leave this room, Understand? [19:08] E> man some computer consoles out there and try to keep major systems from failing.. [19:08] * Savant finds an uot and takes it, immediately she snaps back into appearance [19:08] *** Heiwa1 is now known as Dr_Dalton [19:08] =.\ction= More systems shut down as their power is drained. [19:08] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:08] ::shakes his head as he tries to quantify the tendril:: [19:08] M> Vials of what ...? [19:09] M>I'd rather not shout it, sir. [19:09] ::without looking up:: Feel better, Savant? [19:09] ::nods and quickly opens a communications channel with the low-tech radio emitters:: Unidentified vessel, this is the U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901, please respond. [19:09] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:09] <`2LtSLPetrovna> TL> :::frowns:: I wonder what is happening [19:09] M> ::walks over to Tlaloco and scans him:: [19:09] E> Yes, maam ::heads off to the consule:: [19:09] M> Also, assist the Doctos in any way necessary and keep me updated if anything should happen [19:09] =.\ction= There is a long pause... the vibrations grow steadily worse. [19:09] ::grabs onto the arm rest of his seat to steady himself:: [19:09] E> ::Try to enhance the shield modulation control and frequency:: [19:09] E> and try to find a way to stop that power drain [19:09] M> ::hissing:: You took another dosage, didn't you? After I told you not to! [19:09] i - - i do n - n - n - not [19:09] ::looks over at Tactical:: Richards, can we break that tendril with a phaser shot? [19:09] M>We'll talk when this is over. Need an assist? I think I should stick close to medbay. [19:09] * Savant fizzles [19:09] TL> ::growls:: +taps+ Flight Ops report? ::looks at Natalia:: Fighters are all locked down and useless for now. [19:09] M> Understood, sir. ::he motions to those of the Alpha team close enough:: Will do, Commander. [19:09] power drains are con- are con - are connnnnnn [19:09] M>My team needed me in one piece, sir. [19:10] * Savant sparks and she grows silent [19:10] E> yes, maam [19:10] Spit it out Savant! [19:10] ENtc_Richards> ::looks at some readings:: Its hard to tell sir...I've never encountered such a thing before... [19:10] =.\ction= A moment later, a burst transmission hits the Coro's receivers... which promptly blow out. [19:10] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:10] M> Your damned right we'll talk about this. I am giving you a direct order ... you are not to inject yourself with this again. [19:10] +com+ Unidentified vessel, please respond. Your actions are being considered hostile. Please desist. Repeat, this is the U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901, commissioned 2399... [19:10] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:10] ::begins to shrink in the console:: Captian, attempting to initiate a dampening frequency to keep the ship from falling apart... [19:10] <`2LtSLPetrovna> TL> this is not good. I am hoping that they will not be needed [19:10] Cease transmission! Damn it! [19:10] *> ::steps out of Sickbay:: [19:10] gah! :: almost bursts apart at the seams as her recievers are fried:: [19:10] +taps+ Bentall to Engineering, get someone on our communications receivers on the double. They just blew out! [19:10] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:10] ::winces:: Well Captain, they tried to talk. ::cuts the channel:: [19:10] +taps+ Bridge to Sickbay! Whatever Aldur is doing, make him do it again! [19:10] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:10] *> ::enters TL:: Bridge! [19:10] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:10] M>An order. Hmmm. Why didn't I think of that? [19:11] +taps+ Wake him up if you have to! He's our only way out of this! [19:11] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:11] M>Thank you sir. IF that will be all, I'll be returning to duty. [19:11] =.\ction= Ship's condition is currently: Red Alert . [19:11] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:11] E> ::looks at the status screens again:: [19:11] M> ::puts the vials inside a lockable medical cabinet, and closes the door, then looks up:: +taps+ What ... no, I can't ... I don't want to hear his voice again. [19:11] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:11] ::shields his eyes automatically as his console spits sparks, then starts typing again, like a set of roadrunners:: [19:11] Attempting to descramble the message...::swings around to a different part of the console, trying to recover the burst transmission:: [19:11] ::steps onto the bridge and relieves Ensign Richards:: [19:11] E> What about a thacyon beam, could it works? [19:11] *> ::exits TL:: Natalia, head for Sick bay. I will head back down. [19:11] M> ::grabs Tlaloco's hand, his face stricken with terror:: (q) Don't leave me alone in here with him. [19:11] M>::Turns:: Doc, what's wrong? [19:12] M>::Takes the tricorder and scans the doc:: [19:12] * Savant stammers "he - he - he - help - -m - m --*" [19:12] M> ::shakes his head, pointing at Aldur:: He's wrong. I can't explain it ... it's like echoes. I hear them everywhere. They're ... [19:12] ::thinks about it:: Captain, firing on that ship will probably result in a like response. I doubt we would survive looking at their technology. [19:12] M> ::blinks at his unit, glancing at the man with a grimance:: +taps+ It shall be done, bridge. ::he walks up the biobed and... slaps -- gently, of course -- Aldur's face:: [19:12] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:12] * Savant seems to freeze on the spot, surrunded by the whirling and slowing storm of light [19:12] ::hangs on as the vibrations get worse:: We can't even handle their hello. I don't want to know what their weapons are like. [19:12] <`2LtSLPetrovna> TL> ::nods:: alright...call me if I am needed [19:12] ::nods:: Agreed. [19:12] <`2LtSLPetrovna> *> ::heads to medbay:: [19:13] M>Serious emphatic readings. 102% percent normal. [19:13] =.\ction= The ship seems to realize what it's doing to Coro... the tendril begins to withdraw. [19:13] M> ::gives Tlaloco a hypospray:: Go wake him up, tell him what to do> [19:13] E> ::goes out to main engineering and send a team out to fix the communications:: [19:13] ::jumps as iff shocked then changes his console layout to the core. Lights begin to flicker as he tries to give Savant a safe kernel space:: [19:13] E> ::working on the consule trying to keep major systems from going down:: Maam the communications system is down? [19:13] TL> ::steps back aboard:: I will [19:13] ::shakes his head:: Captain, I can't read the message. It's too powerful and the power signature is incompatible...it looks...zero- point based. The message does however have a Starfleet encoding identifier....VRS Coronado XLT-30148. [19:13] ::looks at the holotank:: The tendril is retreating! [19:13] I suppose an away mission is also out of the question? [19:13] +taps+ Doctor, you have to wake him up, or we're going to get eaten! Do it! [19:13] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:13] M>In lobe controlling emphatic activitiy. Doc. Sit down. [19:13] E> ::nods to Farley:: I just sent a team out to fix it.. [19:13] *** Lennox (~cguarnie@206.33.140.26395) has joined #uss-coronado [19:13] M> ::moves Tlaloco over to Aldur's side:: Wake him up, you heard the captain. [19:13] E>And we have to put it back online ::look at Farley [19:13] :: [19:14] *** Lennox is now known as ObsLennox [19:14] +Taps+ Tlaloco here, captain, the doctor is temproarily incapacited I'm following your orders. [19:14] M> ::steps aside, watching, his face gone blank:: [19:14] =.\ction= Whatever is happening to the ship is still happening... it's clear that whatever motive power this Coronado uses, it's disrupting every system on OUR Coro. [19:14] <`2LtSLPetrovna> M> ::walks into medbay:: [19:14] M>::injects hypospray, wakes patient:: [19:14] E> Yes, maam [19:14] Zero point? Isn't that just theory? [19:14] M> Ask him -- tell him to ... do what he did again. [19:14] *> ::exits the TL and heads for FB:: (m) Of all the dumb luck. ::feels the vibrations:: [19:14] We have weapons based on it... [19:14] *** Dr_Dalton is now known as LTDR_Dalton [19:14] * Savant crackles, finally little more than a white storm [19:14] Obviously not in whatever future that ship is from Mr. Davis. [19:14] M> ::turns and looks at Petrovna:: [19:14] ::nods:: But we can't harness it for our own power use. [19:15] M>::to patient::You heard him. [19:15] Aldur> ::groans, looks up at Tlaloco... and suddenly seems to understand:: [19:15] To us it's nothing but a weapon. [19:15] =.\ction= The ship rocks... everyone aboard, Savant included, has a feeling of deja vu. A moment later, it is over. [19:15] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:15] <`2LtSLPetrovna> M> Hello..I have come to get something for headache [19:15] M> YOU have a headache? ::laughs, holding his head:: Oh ... that damned feeling again. [19:15] M>::To Aldur:: Who are you? [19:15] Damn, not again. That's giving me a headache. [19:15] ::grabs his head again:: [19:15] =.\ction= Ships systems begin returning to normal... aside from comm receivers, of course, which are still blown up real good. The other Coro has vanished. [19:15] ::blinks a couple of times as the deja vu passes. The last Delta experience wasn't anything like this...:: [19:15] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:15] M> ::holds the railing in order to maintain balance:: Again... [19:16] E> Damn there it goes again. [19:16] ::blinks:: What the? [19:16] <> [19:16] =.\ction= Aldur loses consciousness again. [19:16] :: ducks an unseen blow before realizing he's on the bridge, the starts typing once more:: [19:16] You've been through this before Colonel? [19:16] M> ::walks over to the hypospray station and fills two of them, then walks over to Petrovna:: [19:16] <> [19:16] Its gone... [19:16] M>What we're experience seems to be a temporal anamoly. I should know I AM a temporal anomaly. [19:16] * Savant hums, and the snowstorm whirls faster and faster, until the partickles all fly wide, leaving Savant standing there [19:16] FB> ::heads for Flight Ops feeling like he has wlaked this path again:: [19:16] ::checks over a few things [19:16] M> Here. I'm going to give you an analgesic ... and an empathic blocker. It's all I can think of. [19:16] E> ::saw something but it was already desapear when...:: Whooo! ::hit his head on the console:: [19:16] <`2LtSLPetrovna> M> ::moves, holding on tightly:: then it is just not only me? [19:16] E> ..... [19:16] =.\ction= Ship's condition is currently: Red Alert . [19:16] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:16] M> ::looks over his shoulder:: What are you talking about, Mr. Tlaloco? [19:16] M>Doc, the patient has lost consciousness again. A higher dosage could compromise his systems. [19:16] * Savant says nothing [19:17] ::stands up slowly:: Computer, yellow alert. ::glances around:: Wonder what now. [19:17] =.\ction= The automatic alert warning sounds as the ship's alert status changes to yellow . [19:17] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:17] ::Looks at Savant critically and opens a display, checking vitals:: [19:17] E> ::looks at Sky:: you okay bud? [19:17] ::glances at the Commander:: Years ago...about two years after I graduated from the academy. Not that we could do much but report the anomaly to a Starfleet vessel and watch...the Tarawa was a marine combat vessel... [19:17] M> ::injects Petrovna with the analgesic:: No, Miss ... uh ... Marine, it is definitely not just you. [19:17] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:17] * Savant snaps, and the display on Davis's termianl disappears quickly, "I'm fine. sir." [19:17] E> ::sees Sky hit the console and runs over:: Are you alright, Sky? [19:17] =.\ction= <> Another ship flies out of the rift, which is now at least a kilometer wide. [19:17] *** ObsLennox (~cguarnie@206.33.140.26395) has left #uss-coronado [19:17] M>+Taps+ tlaloco to captain. the patient was revived by he passed out. A higher dosage might damage higher brain functions. [19:17] =Description= http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/stranger/coro2301.jpg [19:17] I'd say we keep trying to close the rift. ::nods at the Colonel as he relays his tale:: [19:18] M>Doc, you alright? Can you take over? [19:18] <`2LtSLPetrovna> M> Thank you, Lt, do you need help here? and my name is Natalia [19:18] FB> ::enters Flight Ops:: Any chance we can get something out there and see whats happening? [19:18] The man in Sickbay, 'Captain' Aldur, is giving off chronometric radiation...is the anaomoly emitting chronometric radiation as well? [19:18] =.\ction= This ship is firing a string of torpedoes aft. [19:18] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:18] M> Yes, please, everyone who's here, just stay here. The more the merrier. [19:18] ::crosses his arms:: Stop being obtuse. ::he repoens the console:: You'll take your medicine like everyone else. [19:18] E> What? Hum! I think yes why, what happen? And where the hell I'm doing on thew floor? Sir. [19:18] M> ::shakes his head:: All of this is seriously affecting me, and not in a good way. [19:18] M>Lovely. NAtalia. The name is all and none of the beauty. Neruda. YEs. I need help. [19:18] Aye, sir, but you're no doctor. ::the display disappears again:: [19:18] =.\ction= A moment later, 3 Klingon K't'inga class warships fly out of the rift... they open fire on the Federation ship. [19:18] M> ::looks at Tlaloco:: Don't inject him again until the captain tells us to do so. [19:18] E> ::shakes her head at Sky:: you better report to sickbay [19:19] ::mutters:: Now all we need is the New Orleans and a navy frigate and we'll be finished the tour... [19:19] E> Sky do you need to go to sickbay? [19:19] ::watches, frowning:: This looks familiar... [19:19] Another blast from the past? [19:19] M>Natalia, please help me get the doc to a biobed. [19:19] ::watches the ship:: This rift is something of a Starfleet history lesson, past and future! [19:19] E> ::looks at Farley:: you alright? you two seem to get sick at the same twice... [19:19] M> What? I don't need to be in a biobed ... [19:19] * Savant begins some rather intensive scans - as instensive as she was able, in any case [19:19] <