Star Trek: Frontiers.

[bobo_daclown]

Lt. Denoitnem:

I notice that Astra is nodding at me. Somehow, I feel as though she's having one of those days. I quietly hope that she is doing well. When she stops in front of me, I snap at her: "Get me some ale, Romulan ale." I stop, thinking that she must take crap here all the time, adding, "...Please." I smile slightly under my large nose.

 

[Mistress]

Drifting along....

She turns onto her side, still oblivious to what is going on around her. She sleeps deeply, the air within the pod keeping her body temperature even, making sure she was comfortable. Her heartbeat the same as his did, at the same time, she was completely in tune with him. The females of her race possessing a special gift to be in tune with the closest male for survival. She was put into the pod just as her mating instincts kicked in, in order to guarantee the continuation of her race. During the fertile cycle the female is very in tune to the male gender, able to seek one out within miles. Since the pod was specially made to work with the telepathic signals of her mind she was able to track down her counter part easily. They were the last of her race, it was her destiny to find him, and make sure their race flourished. She had felt him for a long time, and now she could sense him stronger. He was close, and soon she would be united with him....

 

[AmenRa]

The Borg are coming

Savok's captain had fired off a stream of orders without stopping. It was his way. Savok noted that each person aboard the Hera reacted according to their gifts. It was impressive to watch the crew go into action. Vulcans are not easily impressed.

Multi-variance phasers and torpedo warhead configuration were assigned to a junior science ensign. Savok gave the Andorian a PADD full of quantuum algorithyms that he had listed from memory. The ensign was sent to meet with the Chief Engineer's weapons team. A security team was, at present, transporting Ben to an enclosure that would suit their needs. Savok had surmised that placing Ben in the holodeck, and then reinforcing the holodeck's photon grid with a multi-phase containment field would protect him from Borg scanners. Savok remotely loaded a chapter from William Shakespeare's "Hamlet" for camouflage purposes. Perhaps all would be well in the state of Denmark after all.

Savok also uploaded several shield phasic algorithyms to the Tactical station.

He then turned back to his sensors. "Borg vessel bearing two-zero-four, mark two. Seventeen minutes until her weapons come to bear. We are being scanned."

Savok waited for the inevitible. He could almost hear it..."We are the Borg...lower your defenses and surrender your ship....."

Savok had seen the Borg intimately. He knew their order of battle. He knew them well. He had watched his wife, T'Lera, become one of them, assimilated. He had been forced to kill her. Savok forced his teeth together as the thought was wiped from his mind. They would NOT get the pod. They would NOT take Ben. They would NOT harm this starship. He knew the capabilities of the captain and her crew. Hera would force the Borg to turn back. If the Borg were to resist, then the Hera would destroy them. Resistance is futile.

 

[Angelus]

Telnak

Telnak heard the sound and instantly recognized it as that of yellow alert. She quickly got out of her bed and got dressed then rushed out of her quarters saying, "This had better be important."

She walked quickly to the closest turbolift and as soon as the doors closed she said, "Bridge." then stood there and waited for the doors to open. As soon as they did Telnak looked at the screen and the first thing that she saw was another pod and something far worse, a Borg cube.

She hated the Borg with a passion, far more than her own people but she had learned to trust Ben and he was technically still a Borg. She walked over to her station and brought up the sensors to maximum, guaging the distance to the cube. Telnak looked over at Savok and saw that he had everything under control but he was fighting with something within himself.

She turned and looked at the screen and heard the words that she had heard many times before. She hated those words and turned to Captain Emerson, "Captain, sir. What are your orders. Do we fire on them?"

 

[Guest]

Astra...

Slowly weaving my way towards the bar, I stop at each table between me and Lt.Denoitnem. My plan is clear...annoy the Ferengi. Stepping behind the bar, I hear his order,"Romulan Ale"
Unable to srop the smile from crossing my lips at the sound of annoyence in his voice, I quickly turn away to pour his drink. I am unaware that he can plainly see my reflection in the stainless steel of the antiquated Boston Shaker.

"So Lt. Den...How is life treating you? Anything new and interesting going on in your life these days?"

 

[faith]

ooc...

that was me...lol

 

[Ravenloft]

Alien:

After having been assisted back to the examination table, the alien gave a heavy sigh. "Thank you, it seems I am rather weak right now..." He wished it wasn't so, he disliked the feeling immencely. He would rather be going about, making himself useful, especially if it ment finding his mate all the more quickly.

Ravenloft

 

[poohlive]

"This is just because of your long stay in stasis. From the natural respondance of your muscles I'd guess you were in there for over six months solid."
He completed his physical examination, carrying the poor thing back to the bed.
"Here, this is phetoral benzine. It will relax your entire body for a half hour, but after that you should be in mere perfect physical condition."
He smiled, loading up the hypospray, and setting it against his neck. It would relax him, but he should be fine to talk to. The problem was, everyone else was called to the bridge of the ship.
The doctor looked up to the creature.
"So, you know of this mate and your time in the stasis pod, do you know anything else, about your civilization? Your species? Maybe something that could help me in treating you."

 

[poohlive]

Argos

"Yellow Alert. Attention crew this is Leiutenant Commander (yeah that's right) Argos. Will all the primary crew members please report to the bridge."
He continued to work in Astrometrics however, not quite ready. The deflector already had multi phaze variances in them. So long as they didn't run them for too long of a time everything would be fine. Power was a tricky thing when it came to the deflector. It gobbled up more energy than warp nine with a crew of seven hundred.
With the deflector running, the shields on full power, and the torpedos having to be changed every so minutes power would run up fast. Still, he could only come across that bridge when it came.
For now he was perplexed on the idea of how these pods had gotten there? They had been moving for months, but slowly. They had to have gotten to their original places somehow? He checked the space around the beginning of the pod's trail for anything and everything suspicious.
A hah. A partial anomaly. A supsace occurance that seemed to have been closed months ago. He looked at the line it present. Perfectlly straight. Someone had opened a subspace rift and then closed it.
Whoah... that was good.
Federation hadn't done more than just theorize on the possibilities of subspace travel. It could easily cut a time down to a mere fraction. Almost like opening a wormhole.
A curious look crossed his face. What if they didn't just open up a subspace rift? What if they did create a wormhole. That would allow them to literally go from one part of space to another. With little more than a puch of a button.
He check the space around the rift for accelerated and elongated particles. Ahh, just as he thought. The space and particles around the rift were not in sinc with the ones nearby. They had a womrhole in their power. And they knew it worked since the space pods were still intact.
He took this knowledge and saved it, under his own personal files. With that, he found the other pod, and the Borg cube on a straight collision course. That wasn't good at all. He looked at the course. It was straight ahead, hah, typical for a novice course plotter. Quickly, he took into account all the shifts and platetary systems and things in the quadrant. He found a shorter course if they simply used the gravity from a huge sun to ricochet towards the pod.
PLotting in the new course, he informed the ensign flying. Keep her head out of her ass. Where in the hell was Mike? They needed an experienced pilot up there.
Finishing up in the astrometrics lab, he walked up to the bridge, taking his position at the helm. The power grid held above him. They were going warp 8.8. Fast, but still not emergency fast. He took a careful charge of where allt he power was, and how much was left. Everything was running at peak condition. That would change fast.
Rubbing the back of his leg, he got ready for another long shift.

 

[Ravenloft]

Alien:

"I can recall so little... Someone, or something attacked our planet, destroying it, we were taken off guard... I... My father was a powerful man, owning much land, and ruled many people... Justly, more justly than any other before him. He... He died that I might make it to safety, away from our would be destroyers. The woman in the other pod, she is the daughter of another powerful man... I suppose by human standards she and I would be considered prince and princess..." The alien visibly relaxed as the medicine the doctor gave him soothed his tence muscles.

 

[Inkubus]

Captain Emerson

I almost smile as I am asked if we should fire...In truth I wanted to fire as soon as we scanned them. But this isnt my first encounter with the borg and I have survived this long by not being rash. "we will hold till the last possible second...our tricks will ony work once or twice so lets not put all our irons in the fire just yet."I scanned the readouts "caluculate a full spread torpedo yield with a split second shield variance that will allow us to beam the pod aboard. Get science and enginerring working on a way to maximize our dwindling resources, get a science team on Ben that will allow him to resume duties" I watch the quick actions and reactions of our officers and I know that if we cant destroy it then we can cripple it long enough...I have confidence in my crew..."Go to red alert and level off our shileds until within firing range...Ensigns use the algorythms as long as they hold ...stand by for updates from science and engineering."

 

[bobo_daclown]

Lt. Denoitnem:

"Actually," I announce to Astra, "I think that life on a starship is pretty mediocre. Nothing new happens."

All of a sudden, the wall lighting changes to a flashing yellow. Glad that I am only a medical officer, and moreso that I just got off shift, I lean onto the bar.

"Well, maybe I spoke too soon. This is good for you; after all, the 34th rule of aquisition states clearly that war is good for business." I only say that because I feel the impact of a tracking/scanning device, as it begins its work on the Hera.

I take the oddly shaped glass from the bar, as Astra places it there. I lift it and gulp half of the liquid down my gullet. As an afterthough, I look up to say, "Thank you."

 

[poohlive]

Argos


He typed in computing elements. They showed him the input output waves for the reactor. Currently, everything running at peak optimacy. And still, it wasn't enough for the ship. The borg simply had more power, and better shields. Not to mention a greater handle to destory them. All that Emerson wanted was the pod. The borg, however, had other plans.
He sighed, wishing he had enough time to fit their core with tetrion energy. He was positive that any energy problems a ship ever had would easily be forgotten. He had been looking for a way to get rid of the outdated dilithium crystals. This could be it.
It would take months of testing to get the right configurations down. Not to mention just being able to be in the same room with the stuff. He was sure that...
Red alert snapped him to the present. He took a look of the situation. They were closing in on the pod, and yet so was the borg. From the telematry of both ships, he guess they'd reach it at about the same time. That left transporter range. He wasn't sure about the Borg's, but on the Hera it was pretty big. Then, it only left getting the hell out of there. There's where the real problem is. It only takes a few seconds to get into warp, but the Borg can follow, at alarming speed. When the borg wants something little can stand in it's way.
HEY!
Something went off in that little brain of his.
The subspace rift. There was one right next to the other pod. He was certain of it. If they could somehow open it, just big enough for the Hera to get through. The cube wouldn't stand a chance following them. It'd be like they just vanished from the radar.
It could work, if only he could open the rift.
Not wanting to get his hopes up, he began explaining everything to the captain. To see if they could use it, as a last ditch effort, of course.

 

[poohlive]

The doctor, as first parts of the tests he had run were coming through. He gave a conscious nod to the alien. Who was lying down, relaxing now.
"Do you know anything of these people who attacked you? Maybe a physical description or anything you can?"
He took the aliens hand in his.
"You'll be fine, I assure you. Just relax, try to help us by telling us everything you know."
(those tests are going to be extremely hard to explain. I'll work on it during the weekend)

 

[Basia]

Ens. Onyx

Before she was really given a chance to enjoy her ale, the status of the ship changed. Off duity, yes, but at yellow allert that did not matter. She rose quickly and made her way from the lounge.

She quickly made her way towards a nearby turbo lift and waited for the doors to hiss open. Once they finally did, she stepped in, and made her request. "Computer, bridge."

That all to familiar chime toned and the lift was moveing up through the ship...

 

[bobo_daclown]

Lt. Denoitnem:

I am finally glad that Star Fleet did not make me a bridge officer. In cases like these--in the middle of the night, after a long shift--it feels great to ignore the flashing lights on the walls.

Finishing the ale, I leave the Astra in search of other, more fun places. Perhaps I'll journey back to the holodeck. A lowly ensign running past me yells something about the Borg. Go figure!

A thought suddenly occurs to me as I enter the turbolift.

"Shuttle bay." The chime laughs at me as the turbolift begins its ascent. I could probably make a profit if I refit that shuttlecraft....

 

[Ravenloft]

Alien:

"The half-men... You call them the borg? They are who destroyed our planet, they are who we are running from... So many sacrificed their lives... Nothing worked... They just kept comming... We tried to stop them, and it seemed we had won when we found what we thought was their leader and destoryed her. There was peace for nearly a year, as the borg's cube orbited harmlessly around our planet. We should have known another would come..." The alien spoke mornfully as he looked up at the doctor.

 

[poohlive]

The doctor looked at the aline curiously. What he said was strange, very strange. Strange enough for him to check the bio readouts to make sure he was telling the truth.
The borg had made a conscious decision to seek out their specific civilization. He had never seen that before. The borg was like a fungus, it fed off of everything. This kind of thing would mean it had some sort of a grudge, or an emotion of some kind, not connected with a machine living in a humanoid host
Why did the borg want them so badly? They didn't seem like a superior species. They would risk just about everything, even their queen to get to this one type.
Then, in theory it had to be superior to any other species the borg had come up against. Including humans. The doctor gave the alien a reassuring nod.
He had to find out what exactly this species had that was so far superior. He began running through the tests.
"Ok," the Doctor looked back at the alien, trying to raise his spirits a little, "Tell me more about your family, your father..."
In the back of his mind he deleted Savok's theory of an artificial life form.

 

[Cryo]

OOC; Boy, you guy's type fast. Maybe I should just drop out? huh? how long do you think you'de last without your best pilot? huh?

just j/king. try to work me into your threads since I can't be there to suplement as often as necessary. please.

IC; He was right. the second the turbolift dumped him onto the bridge, the Lt. Cm. called for all senior staff. so right away Ensign Rock was in his seat, scaning, moving, nudging, and waiting for that order to take off.

Why they hadn't gone to Red alert was beyond him. They were facing a Borg cube! The most deadly force shy of Species 8472, and they were friendly. But that's not the issue at hand.

Punching a few buttons on the pannel, he prepped the rtmc's for imediet use. (RTMC = real time motion controller. a small finger touch pad that allows a single person to control the direction of a ship, without bothering with Headings and course corrections. great for instant reactions, uncalculated evasions, and the reason why Mike won the Jupider race every time.).

 

[Ravenloft]

Alien:

"My family..." The alien thought for a moment. "My father was a great man... He was the one who destroyed the borg leader... He... He died doing it... He had to, it was the only way to stop them. My people see him as a hero." The alien said, his tone turning to regret.

 

[AmenRa]

Savok looked up from his science station. "Sir, the Borg are within primary weapons range," he said. "The pod will be within transporter range in two minutes."

Logic told Savok that the Borg had sought the pod for a specific purpose. Why the alien's biological distinctiveness was necessary for the Borg was unknown. The Borg were a logical lifeform, and they completed the assimilation of others to perpetuate and enhance themselves. It was a logical method of growth. The way they did it, however, was most illogical.

Savok glanced at Rock with his dark Vulcan eyes. The helmsman was busy. Savok nodded when they shared a brief and quiet look of determination.

"We are the Borg. Lower your defenses and surrender your ship. Your technological and biological distinctiveness will be added to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is futile."

It was a flash transmission, Savok knew. The Borg had yet to determine their battle capabilities. He was certain that the Borg realized Hera's intention to recover the pod. Now, would the Borg not consider the starship a threat until the Hera attempted to beam the pod aboard? Or would they attempt to engage the Hera and try to take the pod at the same time?

"One minute to transporter range," Savok told the bridge crew.

 

[Angelus]

Talnek looked at the cube and then down at her controls, putting in the solution for a high spread torpedo shot, zeroing in on the weak areas on the cube. She watched as the sensors set up the firing areas and went to the phaser controls, setting them as well. I turned to Captain Emerson and said, "Sir, the phasers and torpedoes are set but not locked on. I didn't want to alert them just yet and you said that we would only have two chances at this."

 

[Honey_B]

Counselor Gor

Septana's felt the unease of the ship's crew. An encounter with the Borg would bring many people to her door in the next few days. That race seemed to breed stress, anxiety, and fear in people. Emotions that would have to be dealt with. Always difficult for Septana. Growing up with her father as a role model, she had always viewed those feelings as useless and cowardly. She had always repressed those emotions in herself. Tomorrow would be a very long day.

She made a mental note to talk with Ben as soon as possible. This contact with the Borg would surely carry psychological consequences for the chief of security. Also, she still had to track down the captain for his initial assessment. It was imperative that she see the crew members due for their six month evaluations, especially Ensign Rock . Yes, tomorrow was going to be a very long day indeed.

Her attention was drawn back to the medical bay when the doctor asked, "Tell me more about your family, your father." Septana's cheeks flushed. It was beneath her appraisal of her abilities to fail to do her job. Worrying about tomorrow's work had caused her to neglect her foremost responsibility, to assess the mental condition of the alien. She realized she had not even asked the creature for it's name.

Septana listened closely to the alien's response. She felt both pride and sadness emanating from it when it described its father.

"You come from a family of great honor. Tell me, how did your father stop the Borg. The information may very well help us with rescuing the other pod. And, please tell me what are you called so I might do you the honor of calling you by name."

 

[Inkubus]

Captain Emerson

I sit and listen to my officers relay information and I am proud of each and every one of them. This eclectic crew is quick, unorthodox, and independent. All Things that will confound and ultimately defeat the borg. "...Argos your theory is sound but only usefull if you find the key in the next 360 seconds, project a opening and path and give me the telemetry in 5 mins. Onyx check the status on our security chief and start coming up with parameters for an away team if it come to that.Rock ...keep us in a pattern only long enough to get that pod, I am sure you know what will happen if the get a lock on us, Talnek .....give them something to underestimate when you fire stick to standard phasers and get comfortable with the thought of firing blind and at will. when we enter transporter range open up with every varaince that you praogramed...but, When the moment comes the patterns will begin to break down and math and science cant keep up with instinct and the borg can't estimate a federation hand on the stick." I look over the crew and have no doubt in their skills.

 

[Guest]

Alien:

"My father was part of a group that infiltrated the borg cube, he and a hand full of others found the one who led the borg, my father took her by surprise, teleporting himself into the fires of our sun, taking her with him. That is the legend I was taught. The savior of Teloris..." The alien sighed and then smiled as he blinked back some tears while looking at the ceiling. "I don't honestly know how my name would be pronounced in your language. K'Tur is the closest to my real name I can figure..."