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Re: Episode Three: Trivial Matters

Post by Palfrey on Sat May 29, 2010 1:32 pm

Lt. James Palfrey
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The Bridge.

ON:

"...I am sure the ship is just interested in getting a second look at our ship and to scan us for anything hostile. Remember, Lieutenant that this is a very war-torn nation and they are probably very cautious of new arrivals."

Commander Marks had come to the same concussion as James.

"Yes,Sir." Palfrey answered back.

He turned to Ops. "Mr. Klotreag, Hail the Ordik vessel."

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Re: Episode Three: Trivial Matters

Post by North on Sat May 29, 2010 11:09 pm

North came down the corridor, dressed in urban fatigues and body armor, his helmet held in the crook of his arm. He had a phaser pistol on his thigh, a phaser carbine hanging from a one-point sling, and a single-shot HEAT rocket strapped to the side of his assault pack, as well as frag and smoke grenades strapped to his body armor. Malcolm seemed calm, completely at ease now that he was geared up and had a mission.

"Aye sir. Six men plus myself, including a corpman. Fully geared and waiting in the shuttlebay." North replied to the CO.

Malcolm reached down and triggered his tac-comm, vocalizing through a throat-mic.
"Venchelli, this is North. In addition to the escort birds, I want two CAS birds crewed and on stand-by in case the need appears."

North continued with the CO to the shuttle bay, where his men were waiting off to the side of the shuttle, formed up in a single rank. North excused himself from the CO and performed a quick PCI, checking over their armor, arms and equipment in a quick and efficient manner. North and his men ran a quick radio check. Finally satisfied that his men were ready, Malcolm filed them into the shuttle, seating them closest to the rear ramp so that they would be the first off. North's men looked nervous, several of them glancing around the inside of the shuttle or watching North, who seemed to radiate an aura of calm.

"You all are very quiet, nervous?" Captain Marks asked suddenly.

"Except for myself and Corporal Riley, this is the first op for all of'em. They're all just wonderin' what they're in for is all sir." North said.

North had taken the rearmost seat on the starboard side, and was hunched forward a bit due to his assault pack, his carbine muzzle-down between his legs.
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Re: Episode Three: Trivial Matters

Post by Palfrey on Sun May 30, 2010 12:50 am

Lt. James Palfrey
First Officer
USS Starfire
The Bridge.

ON:
The Ordik ship hadn't answered the hail yet.

"Try hailing again, Mr. Klotreag." The James ordered the Ops Officer.

"We have an open channel, Lieutenant." The Klingon stated.

Palfrey stood facing the view screen. "This is Lieutenant Palfrey in command of the USS Starfire."

An upper body and head appeared on the screen. "I am Brigadier Mer'dak of the Ordik Confederated Battleship Karug'na." Mer'daks face was misshapen compared to most humanoids, with a large hairless, wrinkled, forehead with an all too thin lower face, coming to almost a point. His thin long nose pointed downward in the same direction of his chin, a long 'mustache' grew out of the single nostril above his mouth that was filled with sharp looking teeth. The 'mustache' was braided. "I am here to assure you and your ship's safety."

"There are...security concerns?" Palfrey asked.

"From time to time, subversives employed by an enemy to our Confederation, have been known to steal civilian ships with the intention of ramming military and other vessels. All civilian space traffic has been cleared in your orbital lane. The Karug'na is here to insure compliance of the restricted zone." Brigadier Mer'dak sneered.

Before James could say anything, the transmition was cut.

"That was very rude." The Ops Officer noted.

"It might be what is considered polite on this world, Ensign."

At that moment, Palfrey noticed an almost imperceptible change in the normal vibrations coming through the deck of the Starfire. Also, more of the planet seemed to be visible in the main viewer. "Helm, it appears we are drifting a little off course."

"Yes Sir." Petty Officer 3rd Class Reed replied. "The impulse engines seem to be out of balance, I'm making corrections using the aft thrusters."

James tapped his badge. "Palfrey to Engineering."

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Post by Marks on Sun May 30, 2010 9:12 am

[USS Starfire]
[Bridge]

Richard looked back at everyone in the shuttlecraft, it had been almost five minutes since they had left the Starfire, and Ordik Prime was getting closer on the vidscreen. Richard turned back around in his seat, sitting in the number two seat of the cockpit of the fairly decent sized shuttlecraft when he heard a gruff Ordik voice come over the comms.

"This is Ordik Prime Control Center Alpha, please verify your flight path," the Ordik announced, the gruff voice radiating throughout the shuttlecraft.

"This is Commander Richard Marks, of the Federation Starship Starfire, we have been given clearance to come down to hold a meeting with your leaders to address your nations application to join the United Federation of Planets," Richard responded, trying to sound as stern as he possibly could in response, perhaps this was the way things where done in the Confederacy.

"Very well, continue on course, Victor 3-4, and land on shuttleport five, you will have Beta-Obsidian ground clearance, offer that to the guards below," the response was cold and calculated and very short, allowing for no response from Marks as the comms link went dead.

"Put in that course, Ensign," Marks said, turning to speak to the junior conn officer at the helm. The conn officer nodded, typing his hands across the flight console and everyone within the shuttlecraft felt the ship change its bearing.

It was another several minutes before they landed down on the shuttlepad at the capital city of Garn'lum. The city was vast, and very industrial, smoke stacks dotted the horizon as the shuttlecraft locked down to the shuttlepad stabalizers.

"Captain, we are good to go," the Ensign announced, as he shut the shuttlecraft down.

"Very well Ensign, I would like you to stay here for the time being and monitor things from this shuttlecraft, just incase things get hot," Marks said, looking the Ensign in the eyes, the junior officer nodded in return.

Marks stood up and nodded to North, watching as his troopers hopped down and out of the shuttlecraft and began setting up a tight perimeter around their small vessel. Richard stepped down and out of the shuttlecraft, instantly smelling the fumes from thousands of industrial stacks. This was going to be an interesting experience.

Richard stood there on the pad, and looked down the edge of it, it was thousands of meters to the bottom of a very large chasm that the city seemed to suspend over via a set of very large bridges on every side of it, giving off the impression of a floating city over the chasm. Looking down across the chasm, Richard noticed that their where caves with lights inside them, thousands of them littering either sides of the gigantic chasm.

Richard knew instantly, then, how these people where capable of sustaining such a long and massively scaled war. They where mines, and thousands of them imbedded deep within the rocky chasm. Richard was brought back to the situation as he heard the approach of a group of people.

There was atleast fifty of them, all in black battle armor suits that seems almost impenetrable. They wore what seemed to be missle pods on either side of their helmets and a phaser cannon of some sort imbedded within the bottom of each arm. Their helmets where all the same black skull-designed symbols of death. This is going to be interesting Richard thought to himself.

"We are your escort, do you have the clearance?" Came the gruff Ordik voice through a speaker system embedded within the helmet of the one suit in front of the other fifty.

"Yes, Beta-Obsidian," Responded Marks, he tried his best to hide the nervousness in his voice and maintain a calm and cool stern exterior, but it was hard infront of this.

"Follow," came the cold metallic response.

The Starfire crew followed the group of power armored assault troops as they grouped themselves all around them, forming an outer ring around the Starfleet personnel. They walked for a few minutes through dark metallic covered bridges and corrdiors that lead a good distance into the center of the industrialized city.

They stopped infront of a set of double doors, and the entire group stopped. "This is the forum, you must enter," came the metallic hiss from the same battlesuit. The battlesuit reached out and hit a button to the side of the doors, and a rumbled hiss came out, opening the two doors.

Richard and his fellow crew members walked into the "forum" as it was called, and he was shocked, there was thousands of Orik sitting around a ring on seats throughout the very massive room. It was like the Federation senate that Richard had once seen, only larger. In the middle of the circular room, on a potium-styled seat, sat an older-looking Ordik with a very long braided mustache.

"Welcome to the Forum of the Confederacy, state your purpose or leave," came the guttural sounding voice of the elder Ordik on the center seat.

"We come to review your Confederacy's application to become members of the United Federation of Planets. We have come to inform your nation that to become a member of the Federation, you must first find peace with your enemies, the Delvians," As Richard responded, cries throughout the once silent Forum where uttered and papers and notepads of some kind where thrown down from the stands all around them.

"We shall see, about this," came the response of the elder. "Take a seat," the elder said, and pointed at the an open area in the forum seating on the first floor of the forum.



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Re: Episode Three: Trivial Matters

Post by North on Sun May 30, 2010 4:54 pm

ON:

As the shuttle began it's decent, North gave his men a quick series of hand gestures, after which they all nodded and took their weapons in hand, ready. As soon as the ramp dropped, North was out the door, followed by his men who quickly fanned out, forming a perimeter around the shuttle and dropping to a knee and facing outward while North stayed close to Marks. The city was huge, spreading out before them in all three dimensions. Their 'escort' moved up on them, quickly forming a ring around the party, and North pulled his men in, positioning them between the Ordiks and the Fleet personnel. Their armor was big, more of a powered exoskeleton than personal armor. North and his marines were heavily armed; a necessity given the possibility of being stranded on a hostile planet.

The farther into the mission they got, the less North liked it. He didn't know why, but he had a bad feeling that kept getting worse the farther into this op they got. Regardless, he kept his demeanor calm; his marines were green, and they needed him to be calm; he didn't want to spook his men. He didn't like the fact that their 'escort', a term he used loosely, had completely surrounded them. Usually the honor guard for a visiting dignitary would form up to their front and rear; these soldiers had them hemmed in on all sides, as if they wanted to control them. Malcolm memorized the route they were guided down, committing every turn and sidehallway to memory, creating a mental map in case they needed to make their own way back to their shuttle.

North kept alert as they were ushered into the council chamber; the room was huge, one of the biggest he'd ever been in. He knew they'd been instructed to sit, but he kept himself and his men standing. He formed them up in equal columns on each side of the aisle they'd arrived on, and stood himself in front of the empty seat next to the CO.

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Re: Episode Three: Trivial Matters

Post by Guest on Sun May 30, 2010 8:07 pm

*USS Starfire
*Main Engineering
*Jeffries Tube 11

Bluehouse was still fuming over not being included in the away mission. With the newly installed technical equipment, who was going to fix things when it didn't work? And he was almost sure it wouldn't.

As he took his frustrations out on the Plasma Deflector Buffer, which didn't really need an adjustment, David thought about the team carrying the mission. Not a one of them was a trained engineer. They were all outstanding at their jobs ... which weren't in engineering.

Blending the machine mind with the biological components was a very delicate balance, and it wasn't perfected by any means. Bioneural gels and the like had been around for almost 2 decades, but they still weren't perfected.

Sure, the gel packs in an organic computer system were faster and stored more data. Everyone could agree on that. "Fuzzy logic" made them almost human in their thinking, though much faster than the human mind, as well. Unfortunately, if something happened to one of them, a replacement couldn't be replicated.

Bluehouse expected something to happen. The gel packs were susceptible to viruses and bacterial infections, just like other organic life. And they were subject to subnucleonic radiation, causing them to fail. If the away team went through the tail end of a nebular cloud, who was on board to help them jury rig another system?

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Post by McLeod on Tue Jun 01, 2010 9:55 am

*USS Starfire
*Shuttlebay


[quote]"... And counselor, do you have any thoughts on this new species we have just come into contact with, feelings, anything?" Richard asked, looking at both officers, as they soon reached the shuttlebay doors.

"I'm not an empath, really, Sir, but I feel very uneasy. There's something about this situation that isn't right, but I can't tell you what it is or from what direction trouble will come. I think you can count on there being trouble for the Federation, however.

"Two sides who've been warring for so long? Someone isn't going to be happy about the decisions made by the two governments to apply to join the Federation, or about the peace talks and what they will see as Federation interference. Probably quite a few someones, actually, on both sides. I feel like we're going into a pit of vipers, Sir." Normally, the good doctor was not so forthcoming with her opinions, but the man had asked, and she was feeling something very wrong about this whole situation.

"There will be military commanders who aren't happy with the idea of peace. There will be those who are making money off the war and don't want it to stop. There might even still be people who have some kind of ideological objection to the other side and want to see the negotiations fail. And then the average nut-job terrorist who seems to thrive on both sides of the conflict."

Kirsten shook her head. "I simply don't see a good outcome with all the forces undoubtedly working against us. Guard your backs and keep your weapons handy is the only real advice I can offer, Captain."
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Re: Episode Three: Trivial Matters

Post by Guest on Tue Jun 01, 2010 11:52 pm

*USS Starfire
*Bridge/Engineering

"Yes Sir." Petty Officer 3rd Class Reed replied. "The impulse engines seem to be out of balance, I'm making corrections using the aft thrusters."

James tapped his badge. "Palfrey to Engineering."

"Engineering. Bluehouse here," the Chief answered absently. He was up to his elbows in problems already, and barely noticed the call came from the XO on the bridge. "We have a little problem down here," he reported. "It seems Particle Flux Transmitter has over-compensated, and is transmitting less than required to keep the engines running properly." He gave another twist to the molecular degeneration node and nodded to his assistant to test it.

"Hang on, might have it fixed," he told the XO. Within 30 seconds, he knew he'd been too optimistic. "Great Aunt Ellie's underwear!" he swore softly.

"Sorry, Sir, that didn't do it. I'm not sure what we'll have to do, but firing the thrusters won't help, so give me a few minutes to figure out something else," David said.

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Re: Episode Three: Trivial Matters

Post by Palfrey on Wed Jun 02, 2010 1:24 pm

Lt. James Palfrey
First Officer
USS Starfire
The Bridge.

On:

"We're being hailed, Sir."

"On screen." Palfrey replied.

It was Brigadier Mer'dak. "Federation vessel, we have noticed that one or more of your operating systems have crashed. I have a team already assembled to come aboard your vessel with the parts needed to assist in the recovery of your vessel if needed, how do you respond?"

"There's no need yet, Brigadier." Said the First Officer. "Our engineers should be able to solve the problem. It's..."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Mer'dak interrupted with a smurk. "My engineering team misunderstood me. It appears they're already beaming over."

At that moment an energy beam flashed past Jame's head hitting the view screen. It went out, smoke rolling from the hole that had replaced Mer'daks image. The computer was already blaring out "Intruder alert!" The ship shook. Already Palfrey could hear damage reports coming in.

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Re: Episode Three: Trivial Matters

Post by Marks on Wed Jun 02, 2010 2:21 pm

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[Ordik Prime]
[Forum Chambers]

The elder had taken his time, talking to several of the members of the Forum, one by one. In fact, Richard looked at his tactical watch that he had put on before mission had started, it had taken over an hour now. Richard eyed his fellow crew, they all seemed fairly calm, sitting on the bleacher-like metal seating of the forum.

Finally the elder came to be right in front of Richard, standing well over seven feet tall, he towered over Richard who was sitting casually. The stern guttural voice came once again, "You have been allowed a private audience, follow," the elder began walking towards a side entrance that Richard had not seen before.

Richard stood up and began following, he noticed that North got up to follow, but Richard waved his hand for him to stay. This was a private meeting and Richard didn't want the Ordiks to get the wrong impression of him or the rest of the Federation crew. As Richard went through the large metallic double doors, he noticed that the inside of the room was very plain for an audience chamber.

The entire chamber was a metallic shell that was had been attached to the side of the forum. Inside the spacious metallic room was a very long and very tall metallic table with large backed chairs lining the sides and ends of it. The elder stood next to the edge of the table, not even bothering to sit down, Richard figured then that they probably weren't going to be long at all then.

"Let me be very blunt with you, Commander Marks, the Ordik want to do everything we can to become members of your Federation, anything. We are just so headstrong on continuing this war, and so many of us have never known anything else but war. Because of the Ordiks who only know war and don't want anything else but war, we must tred lightly in our endeavors to bring peace to our systems so that we may join the Federation," the still guttural voice of the Elder said, his dark eyes hidden behind the large wrinkles of his upper nose and his very massive braided nostril mustache, glared into Richard with intensity.

"I figured as much, Elder. However, the Federation has sent me and my crew here to begin talks with the Delvians, in fact, the Delvian emissaries should be arriving in this system at any moment now. The Federation has apparently pre-arranged a meeting with the two of your factions to begin peace talks so that the two of your factions can both equally join together under the banner of the Federation," Richard responded, and as he was doing so, noticed very keenly the slight twitch in the Elders brow as he told the man of the Delvians arrival.

"I was not made aware of this, Commander. That should not factor intot his, you and your Federation is right, there should have been peace hundreds of years ago. The Delvians and us have lost so much in this war, but I for one hope that we will gain a thousand more by stopping this and joining the Federation," Richard noticed just abruptly what could have been an Ordik smile, but he wasn't too certain, as the crease in the Ordik Elder's mouth went away almost a second later.

"Very well, Elder, but how will you address your Forum on this issue? Surely they won't like this at all," Richard answered, shaking his head at the thought of it.

"I wouldn't be so sure of this, Commander. I have already lobbied the Forum on several occasions over the past decades-time and have rooted out all those against me in this one way or the other. I have the vote in the Forum, not to worry. Change is happening, whether the Ordiks are ready or not. We will join the Federation, Commander," the Elder responded, a flash of eagerness in his old eyes.

"Well then, Elder, our shuttlecraft is waiting right now for us to return, if you wish you and a few of your forum members can join us as we will be returning to the Starfire to begin talks with the Delvians?"

The Elder thought it over for a second and then bobbed his head to the side a little bit, Richard realized that that was probaby the Ordik way of nodding the answer 'yes'. "Alright then, Elder, lets get back out there to announce this to the Forum," Richard turned and with the Ordik elder in tow, walked back out of the metallic shell of a briefing room and back into the larger forum-area.

Richard felt the back hairs on the back of his neck start prickling up as he started walking toward the center of the Forum, where the Elders seat was located, he planned to stand beside the Elder as he gave his announcement to the Forum. Something was out of sorts, but Richard couldn't quite place what it was, but then it dawned on him, it was far too silent in this place. Richard turned, and looked back toward the Elder, and as he did so, out of the corner of his eye he saw a metallic shape up high in the forum stands, it was a carbine rifle of some sort. Richard quickly traced the path back down toward the Elder.

"NO!!" Richard yelled, as he ran toward the Elder, who was still walking toward his seat, right behind Richard. Richard jumped, thinking he was not gonna have enough time to reach the man, and grabbed the Elder. At that very same instant a single shot rang out through the Forum. Richard felt pain through his chest, and then everything went black.

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Re: Episode Three: Trivial Matters

Post by Marks on Wed Jun 02, 2010 2:38 pm

[USS Starfire]
[A corridor leading to the Bridge]

Mer'dak had taken a 'fist' (a standard unit in the Ordik Death Commandoes that usually comprised about fifty hardened warriors) aboard the Starfire to take the Bridge personally. It had been such a long time since he had tasted the blood of a new enemy. His revere was broken by his second officer over the comms system.

"Brigadier, we have fighters scrambling out of the Federation vessel, shall we engage?" Came the guttural voice of his second in command that he had left in charge on the battleship.

"Destroy them all, Force Commander, do not let one escape, scramble our Spearheads," Mer'dak responded, referencing their own massive fighter craft that liked to be twice the size of a normal Federation Razor.

Mer'dak released the comm button on his combat vest and turned to his men who had taken up a perimeter just outside the entrance to the Bridge. It had been a few minutes since the first wave of his men had beamed aboard, they where probably all dead inside, but Mer'dak didn't care, they had served their purpose now.

The Ordik Death Commando Commander nodded to the Ordik warrior with the breaching charges, the Bridge doors had been locked down after the intruder alert went off and shots had been fired within. Now Mer'dak smirked as his explosive expert placed the non-hull destroying shape charges along the sides of the Bridge door.

The squad of commandoes took a few steps back around the corridor and Mer'dak nodded his head and the explosion shook the entire deck, a wave of smoke collapsed past his position. The acrid smell of the smoky grit just made Mer'dak smile, this was going to be fun. "Prepare for death, Commandos," Mer'dak announced as he sprung through the door, the first one through to the Bridge.

The inside was already the scene of a pitched battle that had taken place, previously. Phaser blast marks where scorched out throughout the Bridge, Federation and Ordik bodies laying dead everywhere. Mer'dak looked left, right, trying to find his first target as he placed his carbine phaser assault rifle up to his face so he could aim properly.

"This is Brigadier Mer'dak of the Ordik Confederation Death Commandos, prepare to die Federation scum!" The Ordik commando commander yelled gutturally as his men swarmed onto the Bridge.

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Re: Episode Three: Trivial Matters

Post by McLeod on Wed Jun 02, 2010 3:27 pm

*USS Starfire
*Counselor's Office

Dr. McLeod was counseling a young mother with post-partum blues when Starfire shook like a rag picked up by a dog. She flew one way and the client flew the other.

Fortunately, neither was harmed, but when the intruder alert alarm sounded, the mother exclaimed. "I have to get to the nursery!"

She was half-way to the door when the counselor tackled her. "No, wrong. The nursery is already locked down. You'll only get yourself killed."

When she was sure the woman wouldn't try to get out, she let go and called out, "Computer, lock down Counseling Offices stat. Authorization code Delta 37721." It had been only a matter of seconds, but she knew she'd been too slow with her order. It had just been such a shock it had taken her a minute to remember what to do.

Kirsten had never been in a combat situation like this. The mother sobbed on the floor and the doctor felt totally incompetent for a few seconds until her training took over.

"Let's just stay on the floor," she advised. "There could be more of those. No need to fall farther than we have to." Luckily, she had no duty station ... and no one had called battle stations anyway. If they had, she'd be trying to work her way to Sickbay and take care of her client, too.

Minutes passed, sirens and alarms clanging. Someone had turned off the repetitious intruder alert message. Did that mean they were no longer intruding? Or did it mean they'd taken the bridge? She sat and waited to find out.
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Post by Guest on Wed Jun 02, 2010 3:34 pm

*USS Starfire
*Engineering

Bluehouse had just determined that it also wasn't the Plasma Focus Inverter causing impulse problems, thinking maybe he should check the bioneural packs, when the entire ship shuddered with the force of a weapon strike. The intruder alert siren had barely begun to sound when he saw forms appearing to his left. He rolled out from under the PFI and came to his knees. Before he could draw his phaser, which he refused ever to be without, the forms solidified and he aimed his plasma ion wrench and fired off a stream of ions at the closest figure.

Rolling to the right, he landed behind a support post and called to his engineers. "Fire at will!" Always wanted to say that! He dragged his phaser out and went down low to peer around the post. From every direction, those who were authorized to be armed were aiming at the intruders, and some were being hit while others were finding places to hide.

Smart to choose engineering, he thought. Almost anything they hide behind could blow this place into a bright orange cloud. He saw one enemy reach around the very machine he'd just vacated, and without thinking about it, he fired at the hand, exploding the creature's weapon, but avoiding the Inverter. A scream followed his shot, and he hoped the thing was at least out of commission.

Another scream, to his right, caught his attention. It sounded all too human, and it was. A man he'd hoped to recommend for promotion to Petty Officer First Class would never get the promotion now. He saw another officer, a young woman, take a shot in the lower leg and fall back. He noticed she was firing again in a few seconds.

It seemed to take forever, but, one by one, the enemy invaders went down. When he glanced at the chronometer, he couldn't believe it had been only 7 minutes. His ears were ringing from the firing exchange. "Cease fire!" he yelled, as another shot went off somewhere above him on the catwalk.

Even when all the firing stopped, his ears were tingling. He peered out, then stood up, still sheltered by the post. "Someone with a life-signs scanner check out all of main engineering. I want to make sure we got them all."

"Aye, Sir," he heard, again from above him. "I don't see anything but the usual engineering detritus, sir," came the shaky joke.

"Good. Let's get our wounded taken care of," he ordered, stepping to the PFI. He wanted to be sure the scum he'd wounded had died. He was careful to keep the machine between him and the possibly alive alien. Though the ... man? ... wasn't dead, he also wasn't going to be a problem, unless his glare was deadly.

Bluehouse tapped his combadge. "Bridge, we have a live one who is injured, but functional. You want him to stay that way?"

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Post by Palfrey on Wed Jun 02, 2010 11:29 pm

Lt. James Palfrey
First Officer
USS Starfire
The Bridge.

On:

The old Marine instincts kicked in. Palfrey rolled backwards, seeing the intruder during the roll over. Using his hands to spring his body up, he was able to land both feet into the enemies mid area. He wasn't sure where he had hit him for sure, but the sound coming from the Ordik, indicated the attack had been effective. And as James back rolled again, he realized the trooper was down. An elbow to the neck appeared to be quite effective, a chink in the armour.

He grabbed the alien's weapon, it was a slightly enlarged Romulan design. He fired on the nearest Ord.

Actual phaser fire started streaking out. Someone had gotten to the bridge weapons locker. In minutes it was all over. Only he and Ensign Bunting were alive.

"Grab all of the exposive ordinance that you can, Ensign." Palfrey said as he studied an Ordik grenade.

They both collected as many as they could.

"Computer." Palfrey said. "Produce twenty EMH holograms on the bridge."

There was a chorus of "Hello, how may I help you today."

"Mr. Bunting." Palfrey was in a hurry. "Hand each of the EMH's some of your...objects." They were quickly handed out. "Now, everyone, press the controls on the 'objects' in this way."

One of them spoke up. "Ehem, how will this save lives, my job is to save lives."

Palfrey answered. "this will preserve lives. Now...press the controls in this way. Blue, red, green, blue, white. Do this with each object, then leave them around the bridge in a way that there will not be another object of it's type with in point nine meters of it. Do this as quickly as possible.

The EMH's finished their grenades so fast, that James and Bunting, ended up handing most of their 'objects' to the holograms. They were distributed evenly.

One of the holograms spoke up. "Sir, where are the patients?"

Palfrey didn't smile. "They will be on the bridge soon." James looked up. "Computer, transport two to holodeck one."

The bridge disappeared. And was replaced by the grid work of holodeck one. James quickly tapped away at the holodeck controls, an exact copy of the bridge appeared. "Computer, on my authorization, Palfrey one one one zero three alpha one, lock out controls on the bridge and transfer ship's controls to holodeck one. On my order, modulate a tone of..." He gave a frequency. "...at ten hertz to be emitted on the bridge...at my order.

"Detonater?" Bunting asked with a smile.

Palfrey didn't smile. "Yes."

===On the Bridge===

The turbolift doors exploded. Brigadier Mer'dek stepped through the ruined doors. Phaser blast marks where scorched throughout the Bridge, Federation and Ordik bodies laying dead everywhere. Mer'dak looked left, right, trying to find his first target as he placed his carbine phaser assault rifle up to his face so he could aim properly.

"This is Brigadier Mer'dak of the Ordik Confederation Death Commandos, prepare to die Federation scum!" The Ordik commando commander yelled gutturally as his men swarmed onto the Bridge.

"May I help you." Came a chorus.

===Mean while===

As the 'Outlaw' Valkyrie fighters flew in perfect attack formation, Joker's attention was pulled away for a second, from the rather large Ordik fighters coming from the enemy ship....The bridge of the Starfire expoded.

Oh, Sh..."

===Holodeck One===

Palfrey started transporting surviving second shift bridge crew, to the holo-bridge. As they appeared he put them to work. "Shields up. Set up forcefields around any intruders that you can and decrease the fields to one quarter meter in area. Now, Tactical, lock phasers on the Ordik ship."

OFF: This will not get rid of all of the bad guys, but should help the odds by quite a bit. Also, most of the really good fighting should have happened before the 'Palfrey Maneuver".


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Re: Episode Three: Trivial Matters

Post by Venchelli on Thu Jun 03, 2010 11:38 pm

[On]
**USS Starfire
**Open Space

Joker never finished off his sentence, Venchelli was watching everything from his fighter. He frowned heavily. He looked in disbelief as the Starfire was fired upon, as the energy beam collided with the hull of his home and a smoldering scorch mark appeared he suddenly sobered up. He opened up the frequency to his squadron, "Alright boys calm down. We have incoming and we need to make sure we don't let emotions disrupt our judgement's. Hammer Zeus pair up, if we get split up Joker take my wing." The signaled their confirmation, Venchelli hit his reverse thrusters and adjusted his course heading. He hit a deadstop and flipped around retreating back towards the ship. He tapped his combadge contacting his squadron, "Scramble all fighters inbound enemy. Coil up weapons and come out hot!" Venchelli commanded.

Venchelli and his three squadron that were out of the ship formed up into a V pattern just outside of the front of their ship. Venchelli watched as fighters emerged from the battleship that was taking up attack positions engaging their homeship. Venchelli watched his radar as more of his own fighters appeared. Taking up positions in their formation, Venchelli opened up a comlink to all his fighters, "Alright here's the deal, we have incoming hostiles. I want everyone to engage and fire at will. Lead them away from the fight between the ships and make sure they do not get near our ship. Starfire does not need anymore on their plate, once we dispose of the fighters assist the Starfire and engage the battleship. If you can find clear shots take em anything to help out our home." Venchelli heard confirmations on the link before he closed it down.

As the other fighters gathered to repel the incoming threat, Venchelli gave the signal to engage. He pushed the thrusts of his fighter to max and shot out from the formation as the encroaching enemy breached the median. Suddenly bright lights riddled the sky all around him as enemies and allies opened fire. Venchelli sucked in a deep breath and ran his ship far from the incoming group of opposing fighters. His alerts went off as an opposing fighter got a lock on him, he shifted his thrusters and veered to the left just as he was fired upon. He followed the direction staying just inches away from the line of fire before looping back around shifting his direction back towards them. He got one in lock and opened fire with a rapid burst of his phaser banks and sheered the fighter in half. He broke pursuit and joined up with his squadron another tailing him.

"Lt! I've taken a shot to the rear thrusters and they are not functioning properly it's causing imbalance in my controls. I am trying to compensate but I am not sure how much longer I can continue this battle." He grumbled softly and nodded his head mentally to himself, "Alright Hammer, do the best you can do but if it get's to be too much head back to the ship and help the crew."

"Venchelli it's Joker. We have a problem the more we take down the more then fills the path they are swarming out of the battleship quicker then we can get rid of them. I am not sure we can keep this up." Venchelli sighed and looked down at his readouts and slowly scanned them over with his eyes. "Joker we need to find a way of being able to disrupt the Battleships shields, and once they are disabled even for a moment we can place torpedoes in their bays blowing up their fighters." He smirked softly and nodded his head.

He opened up a Comlink to Bluehouse, "Bluehouse this is Venchelli, we need to be able to disrupt the shielding of the Battleship. Is there any way possible of modifying our weapons on the fly to try and bring down or punch a hole in their shielding for even a few seconds."

His formation broke as fighters attempted to barrel straight through them, he adjusted his direction and his group followed taking down the two fighters that attempted to smash into them. He brought his fighter around back to the fight only to just barely void a phaser shot to the front of his cockpit. He let out a deep breath and shook his head, "Wow...that was close." he muttered to himself
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Re: Episode Three: Trivial Matters

Post by North on Fri Jun 04, 2010 10:58 am

North was already turned, scanning the forum as the CO returned; the sudden silence of the room making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He spotted the shooter just as Marks did.

"GUN!" he yelled as his carbine went to his shoulder, just as the shooter fired.

North didn't have time to track the impact of the bolt, instead he dropped to a knee and put his sights on the shooter. The shooter maintained his posture for a second the 'follow-through'; a sign of military training. Unfortunately, it was his undoing. The second it took him to stay on target was all North needed to send a single shot into his torso, toppling him over the railing and onto the floor below. north glanced behind him. His men had already taken up a defensive perimeter around the CO and the Elder, and his corpseman was stabilizing the CO.

"Status!" North yelled, and was answered in a chorus of ups; the last one being the corpseman who also gave the CO's status.

"He'll live for now, but we need to get'im outta here sir."

At that moment, the command channel on North's radio crackled to life, filled with reports of attacks on the Starfire.

"Get the CO up'n moving. Elder, I need you to gather who ever's comin' with. You have 60 seconds, then we move."

He reached down and keyed his comms.

"Ensign Weathers, this is North. Get that shuttle warmed up and ready to fly. We are returning with extra passengers and one wounded. North out." he said, using hand gestures to direct his marines to cover the entrances balconies, and quickly checking his watch.

The corpsman did his best to stabilize Marks, and pulled him up, supporting him against himself while the Elder called in three councilmembers.

"Alright, CO and the non-coms go in the middle. I want the photon rifle at the front and the SAW bringing up the rear. Form it up and move." he vocalized through his throat-mic, transmitting to the tactical communicators worn by all of his marines.

His men formed up and moved out through the same large doors they'd entered through. The first corridors they moved through were completely deserted. Deserted until they came to a fourway junction where they were supposed to turn left and found their path blocked by four of the large armored suits, which promptly opened fire on them. North threw out a smoke grenade and ordered his men to fall back as they fired upon the suits, fhaving little effect. North pulled his men back to the junction and down the left hand turn; pulling them off the junction and into the cover of some sort of abandoned office or administration building. North's men returned fire, but with little effect, except for the photon rifle and the SAW, which were causing damage with sustained firing. Streams of incoming fire tore at the facade of the building, gouging holes and exploding furniture, massively outgunning North's small team, and more were arriving.

"Rockets! North yelled to his men.

All seven of them drew the single-shot HEAT rocket tube they carried, prepped it, and fired at a target. The disposable heavy weapons each found a target and destroyed them, but they only had one each, and even after the seven kills, there were still plenty of suits left and they were closing the distance.

"Any station this net, any station this net, this is North. Broken arrow. Request immediate CAS mission." he transmitted, although he doubted he would get any help; the first rule of combat, is that when the shit hits the fan, you're on your own.

He saw a flash to his left and looked over, seeing his marine carrying the photon rifle go down permenantly. North crawled over, staying below the level of the windows and retrieved the heavy weapon, one of their only weapons capable of a K-kill against the walking tanks. North braced the weapon and fired a bolt, striking a suit, which shuddered under the impact before being struck in almost the exact same spot with another photon bolt from North, and then a third, which finally caused the machine to stop moving, thick black smoke rolling from it.
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Re: Episode Three: Trivial Matters

Post by Marks on Fri Jun 04, 2010 11:44 am

ON:

[Shuttlecraft One]
[Ordik Prime]

The light was bright, for a second Marks thought he was about to meet his maker. Surely this wasn't the time, he had thought, and then he heard it. An explosion in the distance rattled Richard's nerves, the sound of which left him wondering what was going on. Then he heard the return fire of several automatic phaser weapons being discharged somewhere near him.

Richard's eyes finally came open after moments of struggling to try and get his eyelids to move even a fraction. The light was blinding, but he could finally make out where he was, the inside of the shuttlecraft. Richard tried to sit up but a wave of excruciating pain lanced through his chest, almost knocking him back out. Richard fought off the feeling of being sick and grunted his way onto his side to be able to get a better view of the situation.

Before him, the doors of the shuttlecraft where open and he could see a battle being waged outside. His Marines where out there fighting against the Ordik battlesuits it appeared. Richard looked over as he heard several moans and someone curse. It was the Marine corpsman and Marine Captain North.

North appeared to have been wounded, the corpsman was kneeling on the ground next to him shooting the man up with a hypo spray of some kind, probably dulling the pain. "Corpsman, get us the hell out of here, now!" Richard yelled, his voice riddled in pain, his breathing coming with a rasp.

The corpsman was shocked, and almost dropped his scanner when the Captain yelled at him, he turned around in shock at the fact that Richard was on his side and conscious. "Sir, we can't, the Elder and three of his forum members are currently stuck out there by some battlesuits, and Captain North is going under. We have lost three of our other men already, sir," The corpsman replied, fear was dabbled in his eyes.

"Who is in charge then, petty officer?" Richard asked, his anger showing through only a little as he attempted to stand, waves of pain shooting through him making him dizzy as he finally stood up.

"Sir, I...uh," the corpsman began, but was cut off by Richard's glare.

"Your side arm, petty officer," Richard responded, his hand was out to recieve the phaser pistol. The petty officer quickly gave the pistol up and went right back to tending to Captain Norths stomach wound.

"Ensign Weathers, you better have this baby ready as soon as I return, if you don't I will kill you myself," Richard said to the Ensign as he looked at him briefly before exiting through the open hatch to the battle beyond.

Richard walked out of the hatch, pain momentarily gone as the power of adrenaline hit him as he walked out into the midst of the battle. Richard had no fear, hurriedly he ran up to the closest Marine, bunkered behind a collapsed metal beam support from the bridge above. "Hand me your grenades, Marine," the Captain said as he came up beside the Marine.

The Marine glanced over at Marks just for a second, enough to realize that he was probably the craziest Starfleet officer he had ever seen. But he handed Richard his three grenades and went back to applying supportive fire at the battlesuits on the other side of the downed metallic wall that kept them locked out of the area that had the Elder and the forum members.

Richard, eyeing the situation, had quickly come down with the plan of action. He stood back up and began running down the side of the outer metal wall of the forum complex, the wall led him all the way to where the battlesuits where couped up. Richard set his phaser to the highest charge level and set it to continous recharge.

He took off his uniform belt and rapped it through the three grenades, intersecting the belts so that all the grenades where nice and snug around the phaser pistol. All at the same time, he pulled the grenade pins out and through the bundle over the wall toward the battlesuits and dove for the outer wall beside him.

The explosion was furious, bits of shrapnel from the wall and the bridge flew in every direction. A helmet from one of the battlesuits landed, smoking, right next to Richard as he held himself in a ball covering his head beside the outer wall of the complex. Richard looked over to the area where the battlesuits had been held up in.

Gone, was the word that sprung to his thoughts, Richard smirked. But the feeling was only temporary as he knew more would be coming if he didn't act fast and get to the Elder and his friends. He ran as fast as his wound could carry him, his breath coming in raspy pulls.

Finally, it felt like it took hourse, Richard found the Elder and his forum buddies trapped behind a downed metal statue of some planetary Ordik god. Richard sighed out a breath as he tried to catch his breath, knowing that there was only one way out for the Ordik leaders.

Richard waved over a nearby Marine, and he came running to the Captain. "Let's get this statue up," Richard announced as he went to town trying to lift the several hundred pound metal statue from the ground. With several grunts, and pain flooding into him, Richard and the Marine finally got it lifted and threw it to the side.

The Elder and his men ran for it, Richard and his fellow Marine running behind them as they all heard the beating sounds of Battlesuits running toward their positions. Phaser fire erupted to the sides of them and behind them as they ran toward the shuttle.

"Covering fire!" Richard yelled as he passed up the remnants of the Marine squad, dug in around the Federation shuttle. The Marines responded with salvo after salvo of fire from their carbines. The Battlesuits this time had jet packs, they jumped straight over the debrie field.

"Get in, get the hell into the shuttle," Richard yelled at the Marines, they answered by slowly running back to the shuttle, constantly firing at the incoming battlesuits. Richard and the Elder, and the three other Ordiks entered the shuttle, North had been laid down across several seats. The Marines entered and sat down.

"Let's get the hell outta here!" Richard yelled at Weathers as he narrowly passed out jumping into the cockpit passenger seat.

The side door of the shuttle closed as the veseel took off and left the combat zone that was Ordik's capital city and forum district as they ventured toward the safety of the Starfire.

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Re: Episode Three: Trivial Matters

Post by Guest on Fri Jun 04, 2010 6:13 pm

*USS Starfire
*Engineering

Bluehouse hadn't had an answer from the bridge and their engineering scanners showed more Ordiks heading their way. He'd managed to put a force field around engineering in the few minutes he'd had to himself, and the Ordiks could no longer simply beam into his space. Barely getting one minute as a breather, he heard Lt. Venchelli's call for help.

"Sure thing. We're only up to our asses in dead Ordiks and more on the way, but let me see what I can do for you, Lieutenant. Hang one." David knew there were pilots dying out there, but he had engineers dead in here. He suspected no one was immune from death today.

He had one bank of sensors still working and he used it to test the shield frequency of the foreign vessel off their bow. Their harmonics were different from Starfleet's, but ...

"Lt. Venchelli, be ready on my mark. I don't know how long I can keep it down. No more than a few seconds, surely, if they are awake over there." He sent a wave of energy designed to quiet barking dogs, and counted down until it hit and dispersed. " 4, 3, 2, 1, mark!"

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Re: Episode Three: Trivial Matters

Post by Palfrey on Fri Jun 04, 2010 7:51 pm

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Holodeck One, 'The Bridge'.

On:

"Captain!"

"I'm not your Captain, Petty Officer." Palfrey would have sound irritated, if he had been human.

"Sir, The shields on the Battleship have totally collapsed." The acting Ops Officer responded.

As it was, The Starfire's phasers were tearing the Karug'na's shields asunder, it was like firing on old Constellation class vessel...before the refit. But the timing was perfect, right at the time that the 'Outlaws' needed them to be down.

"Cap...Uh, Lt., We're getting a hail from the shuttle craft, there are wounded."

Palfrey was looking over the Acting Ops Officer's shoulder the whole time. "There will be force fields around the sickbay and lounge, the Doctor will send a small detachment to the lounge and set up a medical ward, with a triage."

"A-aye, Sir." It almost sounded like aye aye, sir . From his days in the Corps...It was he, that was saying it.

OFF: Bluehouse, it took me a few seconds, Three hundred point five six of them, but, I got the move. GOOD JOB!!! COOL!!!
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Flanking Maneuver

Post by Palfrey on Sat Jun 05, 2010 2:02 am

Lt. James Palfrey
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Holodeck One, 'The Bridge'.

On:

"Petty Officer Barrega." Palfrey called to the Acting Ops Officer. "Locate all Marine and Security personnel aboard the USS Starfire." As the P.O. did this, the First Officer stepped over to Ops to see the station's viewer. Between to Ops Officer's console taping and Palfrey's pointing, as many Federation combatants as possible, were high-lighted into different color groups.

"Palfrey to all Marines, prepare for a transporter envelopment." Palfrey changed the frequency on his badge, this only had to be done during situations where security was paramount. "Security personnel, prepare for a...it's a simple maneuver...you will understand."

Except for a couple 'stragglers' all of the Federation combat forces were teleported, in groups of four, strategically around the ship. Each group effectively out flanking groups of enemy boarders.

"A transporter envelopment, Sir?" Barrega asked.

"It's an old flanking tactic, used during the Dominion War." Came the answer.

===Near Engineering===

The Ordik Death Commandos, who were now showing suicidal dispare, after learning the loss of their leader, were almost finished setting up their fourth attempt, at breaching the force fields, protecting Engineering. A fire team of four Star Fleet Marines 'energized', five meters to their rear, facing them in a diamond formation, the point man in a kneeling position, rifles ready.

The Intruders were cut down.

===On 'The Bridge'===

As reports came from around the ship, Lt. Palfrey ordered a general 'mopping up', of the Starfire.

Petty Officer Barrega announced. "We are receiving another hail, Sir."

"On screen"

Again, the face of an Ordik appeared on the viewer at the front of the bridge, this one with dark blue streaks in the hair that still sprouted from his head. His 'mustache' was held together with three Ordik skulls. "This is Active Grand Brigadier Nem'dak of the Ordik Confederated Battleship Jasut'na!" The old war leader growled. "Who, do I address?"

"Lt. Palfrey." James stated without bravado. "Presently in command of the Federation Starship Starfire."

A mouth full of jagged teeth greeted the First Officer's response. "The ships, loyal to the Confederation, have disposed of the majority of the traitors, and are now able to assist you. Spearhead fighters should be engaging the enemy at any moment. The Jasut'na, will be in combat range, in one and a half of your minutes."

"Thank you, Grand Brigadier." James said. "We await your arrival."

Nem'dak gritted his teeth in a final grin, before terminating the transmission.

OFF: Mer'dak's death commandos are obviously lightly armored, compared to the dirtside Confed Guards. I don't know how they do it now. But, back in the day, the Seals and Force Recon, rarely wore body armor in the field. Of course, in those days, the crappy fiberglass plates on the flackjackets, they had at the time, didn't protect you well, from flying bullets.

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What now?

Post by McLeod on Sat Jun 05, 2010 11:34 am

*USS Starfire
*Sickbay

With the bulkheads locked down around Sickbay, Dr. McLeod had taken her client and led her to Main Sickbay. Thankfully, everything was together on Deck 5. Some ships had several decks between counseling and sickbay. Although she wasn't a medical doctor, she did have a medic endorsement, and she didn't know anywhere better to be than Sickbay.

There were poundings to be heard through the access portals to the decks, now locked down to the floor, but Kirsten didn't fool herself into thinking the enemy, whoever that enemy was, couldn't get through if they really wanted in. Entering Sickbay, she saw many people standing around looking both stunned and fearful, and a few who were busy preparing patients in case they had to evacuate. That she could do, but she didn't see anyone preparing to defend the place, if it became necessary.

She wondered what she could do. She had only the minimal combat training, but she was intelligent. Surely she could come up with something? There was no armory on this deck, that she knew. So what was there in Sickbay that could be used as a weapon? After a few moments, she thought of two possibilities. They had both a biohazard and radiation treatment sections. Was there some way to ... pervert those to defense? Or ... could they convince whomever was out there that they could, even if it weren't possible?

As she mulled that thought over, she moved toward a computer and looked up the two areas she had in mind. At first glance, she didn't see a fast way to use the technology of either radiation or biohazard as a defense. It really wasn't a good idea to kill themselves along with the enemy, of course. And who knew if the enemy was subject to the same toxins? The banging intensified in one area, and McLeod knew she had to do something. No one else was stepping up.

With shaking knees, Kirsten approached the communicator, hoping the enemy at least spoke Standard. "Attention, enemy combatants on Deck 5. You are attempting to breach Sickbay. This is Col. McLeod, Marine task force leader, and I am issuing you one warning." What the hell. In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought. "I have converted two sections of the medical treatment labs into a biohazard weapon. If you do not desist immediately, I will be forced to flood the areas outside Sickbay with the most toxic substance known to Starfleet. I've only used it once before. No one survived. In fact, those enemies melted into green pools."

Her voice turned reflective, and she realized the pounding on the doors had stopped. At least they seemed to be able to interpret what she was saying. "You know, I was never sure if it was the toxin or if they actually had green blood." As if awakening from contemplation of a medical problem, she continued. "Well, either way, they were definitely ... no longer there. I don't know who you are, but it gives me no pleasure to contemplate seeing another pool of green when we open the Sickbay doors. Do not resume your efforts to enter. That is all."

The Chief Counselor turned off the communications device and looked around. Movement in Sickbay had stopped completely and everyone, doctors, nurses, patients, looked at her in ... she wasn't sure what.

"Well, we had to do something," she explained.


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Re: Episode Three: Trivial Matters

Post by Palfrey on Mon Jun 07, 2010 2:28 pm

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Holodeck One, 'The Bridge'.

On:

Palfrey tapped his badge. "Bridge to Doctor Silvine." He didn't wait for an answer. "I want a small medical team and yourself in the shuttle bay when the away team arrives. "He tapped again. "Bridge to Outlaw One."

"Outlaw One here." Venchelli answered.

"Fighters, loyal to the Ordik Confederation, should be arriving in the combat area, about...now. The ship's computer has marked them on your screens in blue. Brake off enemy contact and escort the shuttle back to the Starfire. Protect the shuttle at all costs. Bridge out."

OFF: Tag Venchelli
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Loose Ends

Post by Palfrey on Tue Jun 08, 2010 11:05 pm

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On:

The shuttle was finally aboard the Starfire. All of the injured had been triaged and transported to awaiting beds in sickbay. Brigadier Nem'dak, had hailed the Starfire, stating that the rebels that had taken control of the Karug'na, had been vanquished and the Ordik Battleship was now under the control of loyal Ordik troops. Also, he informed Palfrey that, with his permission, the OCS Jasut'na, could send over impulse engine parts and real technicians.

"...and please Lt. Palfrey." Nem'dak growled. "Do not be worried over these technicians. Though, I don't trust their species, they are qualified and very willing to help.

=== Engineering===

Carefully packed Romulan manufactured impulse engine parts materialized on the deck of engineering. Along with three Romulan engineers.

They looked around themselves for a second or two, with fear, clearly on their faces. Then looked at the equally surprised faces of the Star Fleet crew members.

They yelled out, almost in chorus. "We wish to defect!"

OFF: Tag-Bluehouse.

Note: Sorry to hurry the story line, but, Commander Marks wants to soon conclude this mission. This post is intended to tie up some loose ends, so that we may get the last part of the mission over...the diplomatic part. Then it will be off to get a new bridge and other repairs. I would say, if there is something that you want to post should have already happened, post it as your character remembering it...flash back style.
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Re: Episode Three: Trivial Matters

Post by Venchelli on Wed Jun 09, 2010 2:12 am

[On]

**USS Starfire
**Open Space

Venchelli and his outlaws were quickly dispatching of the enemy hostiles, suffering damage to a good handful of fighters Bluehouse and his crew were going to be in for a lot of work in the coming week. He quickly evaded a stream of phaser fire from an incoming tango. He spun his fighter into a barrel roll then in mid spin he broke right. He grinned as the engaging pilot fell for the bait as Venchelli lead the fighter directly into Joker's line of sight. Joker quickly unleased a small salvo of torpedoes causing a massive explosion upon impact. Venchelli emerged from the burning wreckage and grinned from ear to ear.

The two had been flying together long enough they were linked mentally some would say. They had grown in the academy together and all through flight school they were always on the same squadron. When Anthony advanced to a command position it was only second nature that he hand picked Joker from the large stack of other qualified applicants. Joker was indeed a disembodied part of Venchelli capable of knowing what he was thinking and able to strategize on the fly which is why Venchelli relied on him as much as Joker relied upon him.

Venchelli received a incoming message from the XO, he received his orders and notated that most of the remaining fighters were in full flight back to the damaged battleship either in defeat or attempting to regroup for a counterstrike.

"That is a affirmative Commander, we will bring the package home. I can see them dropping out of warp right now." He states as his radar went abuzz with new blue energy signatures. He blinked softly and saw the the sheer mass of numbers. I guess the old saying strength in numbers...

"Alright Outlaw's break pursuit and head back to the ship, Joker, Zeus follow me to escort the Captain's shuttle back. Hammer head back with the others and see to your fighter. Good work Ladies and Gentlemen."

He terminated comms and adjusted his course towards their comrades shuttle, Venchelli and his squadron quickly assembled in the same flight pattern as last except this time they were a man short of a escort squad. Venchelli kept his eye on the radar screen just waiting for something to intercept them, unforunately a downside of combat was your nerves were on edge for hours after the battle.

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OOC: Sorry for the late reply, been extremely busy with thing's and I am also sorry for not being more involved in this mission I have been having a real bad couple of weeks emotionally and just been drained. I doubt it will continue going forward.

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Re: Episode Three: Trivial Matters

Post by Guest on Wed Jun 09, 2010 11:56 am

*USS Starfire
*Main Engineering

The appearance of the Romulans in his engineering space was not a complete surprise to Bluehouse, considering the chatter he'd overheard on the bridge channel, but the defect ... now that was a surprise.

"Well, do ya then?" he asked rhetorically. "Lower your weapons, boys, and let's see what presents they brought us." The engineer ignored the fact that a third of his 'boys' were women, and they ignored that he ignored it. All weapons dropped nose down to the floor.

"McAllister, you're with me. The rest of you, get back to fixing what can be fixed and getting the wounded out of here." He didn't mention the dead. He figured that went without saying.

He and his chosen assistant walked over to the Romulans, who still looked a little nervous, and he waved a hand and said, "Relax. We don't execute without cause. You can talk to the captain or the XO about defecting, but what did you bring us that we can use?"


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