SD: 23.0219.0100 (GMT)
Scene: DEMORA readyroom
It was right there.
Darr'chuh was sitting with his back to the door looking out at the USS COCHRANE. In reality, Darr still thought of it as Nash's ship. The Mov thought back fondly over his time spent as a newbie on that ship. The whole command crew from those days had assumed an aura of perfection almost in his memory. The were the standard he compared himself to, truth be told.
And such outrageous adventures they had! Skipping back in time to Earth in pursuit of the Ismail. Chasing Morand through the COCHRANE itself. They almost hadn't seen anymore of the villian, but Nash had more decency and mercy ON Morand than Morand had ever had for anyone.
Darr had decided not to visit the COCHRANE, but now... he'd changed his mind.
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Scene: USS COCHRANE, main transporter room
Time: about 10 minutes later
When Darr'chuh materialized, he saluted COCHRANE's new captain. He'd only heard of Pol Canon before this. He was a bit curious about his old ship's new CO.
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NRPG: Sorry I didn't answer sooner. I didn't think Darr
would be the best one to come, but... <shrug>
Best Wishes,
Janet Gist
USS DEMORA-SULU, CO
Capt Darr'chuh
USS COCHRANE, ???
<you'll find out>
20110218
20110211
USS COCHRANE: Dead End
SD: 23.0211.2100
SCENE: Turbolift, Deck 2
TIME: shortly after "Element of Surprise"
=begin rpg=
Hemux felt unusually uneasy. The turbolift seemed smaller somehow. The Bolian felt alone and the emotion surprised him. Such a big ship with so many crewmates would normally bring feelings of crowding.
The turbolift doors opened. The hallway in deck two was empty. A chill covered the counselor.
Hemux walked briskly down the corridor to his quarters. He thought it best to stay there until the senior officer's briefing or at least until he heard something from security about his concerns.
The door swished open. Arn continued to feel cold, despite the unusually warm climate he maintained in his room.
*This doesn't feel right,* he considered.
The door closed. He turned on the primary lights and went into the restroom for brief moment. He thought maybe a good face wash might do him some good. A few minutes later, Hemux approached the food replicator.
"Hot cocoa, very rich."
A smooth, dark liquid with a pleasing aroma appeared. Taking the cup in hand, Arn slowly turned to face the entrance to the room. The cup and its hot contents flew from his hands as he saw someone in the entry way.
=end rpg=
Tag, PLEASE!
Respectfully,
Doug
Player Awards: Viper Badge; Starfleet Medal of Promise; Blue Ribbon; Gold Ribbon, Starfleet Leadership Medal
-Lt. Arn Hemux
Surak Medal
Counselor, USS COCHRANE
SCENE: Turbolift, Deck 2
TIME: shortly after "Element of Surprise"
=begin rpg=
Hemux felt unusually uneasy. The turbolift seemed smaller somehow. The Bolian felt alone and the emotion surprised him. Such a big ship with so many crewmates would normally bring feelings of crowding.
The turbolift doors opened. The hallway in deck two was empty. A chill covered the counselor.
Hemux walked briskly down the corridor to his quarters. He thought it best to stay there until the senior officer's briefing or at least until he heard something from security about his concerns.
The door swished open. Arn continued to feel cold, despite the unusually warm climate he maintained in his room.
*This doesn't feel right,* he considered.
The door closed. He turned on the primary lights and went into the restroom for brief moment. He thought maybe a good face wash might do him some good. A few minutes later, Hemux approached the food replicator.
"Hot cocoa, very rich."
A smooth, dark liquid with a pleasing aroma appeared. Taking the cup in hand, Arn slowly turned to face the entrance to the room. The cup and its hot contents flew from his hands as he saw someone in the entry way.
=end rpg=
Tag, PLEASE!
Respectfully,
Doug
Player Awards: Viper Badge; Starfleet Medal of Promise; Blue Ribbon; Gold Ribbon, Starfleet Leadership Medal
-Lt. Arn Hemux
Surak Medal
Counselor, USS COCHRANE
20110202
USS COCHRANE: En Passant
SD: 23.0202.2000
SCENE: Deck 10, Forward Lounge
TIME: just before "Element of Surprise"
=Begin RPG=
Brighton Bishop motioned once again for the waiter to bring him another glass of synthehol.
He spun his empty glass on the shiny table top where the civilian diplomatic adviser had sat alone for nearly two hours. This early middle aged, attractive, and usually cordial man remained alone by choice. He had several members of the COCHRANE crew come by and ask to join him, but Brighton was not in the mood.
Much to the once successful xenophobe relations specialist's dismay, the diplomatic corp of which he'd been a good standing member had disassociated themselves with Brighton after the "Tung Incident" the year before.
With his reputation shattered, Brighton found it nearly impossible to get assignments in the private sector, even in remote portions of the Federation. He was forced to rely on Starfleet for an assignment. Starfleet answered, but joining the USS COCHRANE in the Cocoon was far from the dream job he'd left behind.
Bishop also found another discomfort aboard the COCHRANE, that of the failure of synthehol to allow him to forget where he was and what he was doing. Still, few people on the ship had any idea of who he was or what had happened on Tung. At least he was getting a chance to start over. Comfort resided in that notion.
The waiter approached with another full glass. Brighton admitted that the drink was not as bad as some had made it out to be. The waiter attempted to strike up some conversation.
"I hear around the room that the ship is only a few hours away from pulling out of dock."
"Fantastic," Brighton said sarcastically and with even less enthusiasm.
"I take it you don't want to be here," said the waiter.
"Yea, you could say that. But then again, it's not like I am being forced to be here, if that's what you mean." Brighton took a swallow of the fresh beverage. "Nah, I suppose I'm just reaping what I sowed."
==End RPG==
=NRGP=
Come on, friends. Don't let me down. There's about ten of you that signed up for this and no one has joined me in two weeks?!? I can't pull the ship out to sea by me once, savvy?
Anticipatory,
Doug
Player Awards: Viper Badge; Starfleet Medal of Promise; Blue Ribbon; Gold Ribbon, Starfleet Leadership Medal
-Brighton Bishop
Civilian Diplomat
NPC, USS COCHRANE
SCENE: Deck 10, Forward Lounge
TIME: just before "Element of Surprise"
=Begin RPG=
Brighton Bishop motioned once again for the waiter to bring him another glass of synthehol.
He spun his empty glass on the shiny table top where the civilian diplomatic adviser had sat alone for nearly two hours. This early middle aged, attractive, and usually cordial man remained alone by choice. He had several members of the COCHRANE crew come by and ask to join him, but Brighton was not in the mood.
Much to the once successful xenophobe relations specialist's dismay, the diplomatic corp of which he'd been a good standing member had disassociated themselves with Brighton after the "Tung Incident" the year before.
With his reputation shattered, Brighton found it nearly impossible to get assignments in the private sector, even in remote portions of the Federation. He was forced to rely on Starfleet for an assignment. Starfleet answered, but joining the USS COCHRANE in the Cocoon was far from the dream job he'd left behind.
Bishop also found another discomfort aboard the COCHRANE, that of the failure of synthehol to allow him to forget where he was and what he was doing. Still, few people on the ship had any idea of who he was or what had happened on Tung. At least he was getting a chance to start over. Comfort resided in that notion.
The waiter approached with another full glass. Brighton admitted that the drink was not as bad as some had made it out to be. The waiter attempted to strike up some conversation.
"I hear around the room that the ship is only a few hours away from pulling out of dock."
"Fantastic," Brighton said sarcastically and with even less enthusiasm.
"I take it you don't want to be here," said the waiter.
"Yea, you could say that. But then again, it's not like I am being forced to be here, if that's what you mean." Brighton took a swallow of the fresh beverage. "Nah, I suppose I'm just reaping what I sowed."
==End RPG==
=NRGP=
Come on, friends. Don't let me down. There's about ten of you that signed up for this and no one has joined me in two weeks?!? I can't pull the ship out to sea by me once, savvy?
Anticipatory,
Doug
Player Awards: Viper Badge; Starfleet Medal of Promise; Blue Ribbon; Gold Ribbon, Starfleet Leadership Medal
-Brighton Bishop
Civilian Diplomat
NPC, USS COCHRANE
20110116
USS COCHRANE: Element of Surprise
SD: 23.0115.2000
SCENE: corridor
TIME: Continuing "The Commanding Officer Arrives"
=snip from Paul=
“Captain!” a voice called from behind him.
=end snip=
The Betazoid captain turned to see who had emphatically called to him from far down the corridor. Walking briskly toward him was a plump Bolian Lt.
"Ahh, Dr. Hemux. Good to see you again. I believe we met on DS101 a few years ago?"
Hemux caught up to his new CO, a little out of breath. "Yes, Sir. I do believe so. I am pleased you remember and even more pleased to be on this fine ship with you."
"You sounded anxious about something?"
"Mmmm, yes Captain, I suppose I did. I had an uncomfortable moment a few minutes ago... down in engineering. I thought I saw some one..."
"Someone dangerous." The CO's Betazed senses had no problems reading the Bolian's concern. "On the COCHRANE? And we are not even out of Star Base. Are you sure?"
"Well, no. And that's the problem. So far it's just a feeling, combined with a sketchy memory. I could be completely wrong."
Canon did not appear concerned, although Hemux believed it only be a cool exterior common among Captains.
"Just the same, when the new Chief Security officer arrives, run a report by him and make sure. I'm headed to engineering for a look around. I'll see you soon at the briefing, Counselor."
"Aye, Sir," Hemux said, nodding. He had a hunch this would be the start of a good working relationship with his new CO.
==Scene: CSO's office
==Time: after "At Ease"
"I see," said the young Grissom. I tell you what. I'll check the rosters on both OMEGA and our ship and see if anyone matches the description you gave. I'll also check with engineering to see if anything is suspicious. Either way, it's out of your hands now Counselor. Thanks for the report."
Hemux nodded and grinned, although he really didn't feel like it. He didn't feel safe, even after reporting his suspicions to both the CO and security chief. What's more, he couldn't even be sure the junior grade lieutenant would even follow up on this. Gus appeared interested, but how serious he would take the Bolian's suspicions was to be seen.
==End RPG==
=NRGP=
Tag Bill! and anyone else who wants to write. Remember, this could be a little side story that could be worked into anything Paul has in mind or completely separate. I just want to write.
Respectfully,
Doug
Player Awards: Viper Badge; Starfleet Medal of Promise; Blue Ribbon; Gold Ribbon, Starfleet Leadership Medal
-Lt. Arn Hemux
Surak Medal
Counselor, USS COCHRANE
SCENE: corridor
TIME: Continuing "The Commanding Officer Arrives"
=snip from Paul=
“Captain!” a voice called from behind him.
=end snip=
The Betazoid captain turned to see who had emphatically called to him from far down the corridor. Walking briskly toward him was a plump Bolian Lt.
"Ahh, Dr. Hemux. Good to see you again. I believe we met on DS101 a few years ago?"
Hemux caught up to his new CO, a little out of breath. "Yes, Sir. I do believe so. I am pleased you remember and even more pleased to be on this fine ship with you."
"You sounded anxious about something?"
"Mmmm, yes Captain, I suppose I did. I had an uncomfortable moment a few minutes ago... down in engineering. I thought I saw some one..."
"Someone dangerous." The CO's Betazed senses had no problems reading the Bolian's concern. "On the COCHRANE? And we are not even out of Star Base. Are you sure?"
"Well, no. And that's the problem. So far it's just a feeling, combined with a sketchy memory. I could be completely wrong."
Canon did not appear concerned, although Hemux believed it only be a cool exterior common among Captains.
"Just the same, when the new Chief Security officer arrives, run a report by him and make sure. I'm headed to engineering for a look around. I'll see you soon at the briefing, Counselor."
"Aye, Sir," Hemux said, nodding. He had a hunch this would be the start of a good working relationship with his new CO.
==Scene: CSO's office
==Time: after "At Ease"
"I see," said the young Grissom. I tell you what. I'll check the rosters on both OMEGA and our ship and see if anyone matches the description you gave. I'll also check with engineering to see if anything is suspicious. Either way, it's out of your hands now Counselor. Thanks for the report."
Hemux nodded and grinned, although he really didn't feel like it. He didn't feel safe, even after reporting his suspicions to both the CO and security chief. What's more, he couldn't even be sure the junior grade lieutenant would even follow up on this. Gus appeared interested, but how serious he would take the Bolian's suspicions was to be seen.
==End RPG==
=NRGP=
Tag Bill! and anyone else who wants to write. Remember, this could be a little side story that could be worked into anything Paul has in mind or completely separate. I just want to write.
Respectfully,
Doug
Player Awards: Viper Badge; Starfleet Medal of Promise; Blue Ribbon; Gold Ribbon, Starfleet Leadership Medal
-Lt. Arn Hemux
Surak Medal
Counselor, USS COCHRANE
20110115
At Ease, Before You Sprain Something!
--snip--
"Sir, Is there anything that you'd like done prior to our meeting? I would like to spend some time getting to know my staff is the reason I asked" Gus added.
--end snip--
SD 23.0115.1850 EST
SCENE Ready Room, USS COCHRANE
"No, no, Lieutenant, nothing like that," Canon replied, sensing the young officer's tenseness. "Just settle into the ship, your quarters, your department. This is a new experience for all of us. We'll ease our way into it."
Canon swiveled in his chair and turned his attention to the PADD on his desk, overlooking the specifications for the ship's armaments and shields. He was starting the third paragraph when he glanced over his shoulder to see Lt. (jg) Grissom still standing at attention before him.
"Was there... something else, Lieutenant?"
"No, sir!" Grissom answered.
The Captain smiled to himself. *Strict military background here, I see.* "You're dismissed, Lieutenant."
"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!" Grissom pivoted on his heel and exited the Ready Room door in military stride.
Canon shook his head. *I wonder how long he would have stood there if I hadn't noticed him.*
--NRPG--
Let's get aboard, crew!
Captain Pol Canon
CO, USS COCHRANE
"Sir, Is there anything that you'd like done prior to our meeting? I would like to spend some time getting to know my staff is the reason I asked" Gus added.
--end snip--
SD 23.0115.1850 EST
SCENE Ready Room, USS COCHRANE
"No, no, Lieutenant, nothing like that," Canon replied, sensing the young officer's tenseness. "Just settle into the ship, your quarters, your department. This is a new experience for all of us. We'll ease our way into it."
Canon swiveled in his chair and turned his attention to the PADD on his desk, overlooking the specifications for the ship's armaments and shields. He was starting the third paragraph when he glanced over his shoulder to see Lt. (jg) Grissom still standing at attention before him.
"Was there... something else, Lieutenant?"
"No, sir!" Grissom answered.
The Captain smiled to himself. *Strict military background here, I see.* "You're dismissed, Lieutenant."
"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!" Grissom pivoted on his heel and exited the Ready Room door in military stride.
Canon shook his head. *I wonder how long he would have stood there if I hadn't noticed him.*
--NRPG--
Let's get aboard, crew!
Captain Pol Canon
CO, USS COCHRANE
20110114
Meeting the Boss Man
The Commanding Officer Arrives *
SD 23.0111. 1534 (EST)*
Scene USS COCHRANE Ready Room
Gus walked straight into the Captain;s ready Room when told to do so.
Centering himself he reported in
"Sir, Lt (jg) Gus Grissom reporting aboard" and handed the orders pad t o the Captain
Gus replied to the Captain "Its good to be abord Sir. I have not as yet visited my quarters" He replied in response to the CO;s question.
"Sir, Is there anything that you'd like done prior to our meeting? I would like to spend some time getting to know my staff is the reason I asked" Gus added.
Lt (jg) Gus Grissom
Cof Security
USS Cochrane
SD 23.0111. 1534 (EST)*
Scene USS COCHRANE Ready Room
Gus walked straight into the Captain;s ready Room when told to do so.
Centering himself he reported in
"Sir, Lt (jg) Gus Grissom reporting aboard" and handed the orders pad t o the Captain
Gus replied to the Captain "Its good to be abord Sir. I have not as yet visited my quarters" He replied in response to the CO;s question.
"Sir, Is there anything that you'd like done prior to our meeting? I would like to spend some time getting to know my staff is the reason I asked" Gus added.
Lt (jg) Gus Grissom
Cof Security
USS Cochrane
20110111
The Commanding Officer Arrives
* SD 23.0111.2004 (EST)
* Scene USS COCHRANE
Captain Pol Canon exhaled sharply as the rematerialization process concluded. *All still there,* he thought to himself. Since leaving Starfleet, he had made a point of avoiding transporters – not out of fear but for health reasons. Pol would walk where ever he could, and when not possible, he would take an open air transport. He had come to realize the inherent beauty of the universe and saw no reason to take a shortcut that denied him a chance to take it all in. But now he was back in Starfleet, and transporters are the order of the day.
“Thanks, Chief,” Canon acknowledged the transporter operator. “Are the other senior staff aboard?”
“Almost, sir,” came the reply. The transporter operator, a senior chief petty officer by rank, no doubt had as many years of service as did the Captain, if not more. “Just a few late arrivals. I can contact you when all are aboard?”
Canon nodded in acknowledgement as he exited the transporter room. The corridor was bustling with activity. Crews from the Cochrane and Starbase Omega hustled to and fro making final preparations for launch. The ship had undergone a major systems upgrade, had been assigned an almost entirely new crew, and would launch in just under 12 hours.
The Captain’s items had already been moved into his quarters. His interest now was a quick tour of the ship. He would start with engineering, move on to sickbay, then the armory and finally the Bridge.
“Captain!” a voice called from behind him.
--NRPG--
Tag to… whoever called out!
Let’s get the crew all posted aboard, then we’ll have our mandatory senior staff meeting.
Captain Pol Canon
Commanding Officer, USS COCHRANE
-Shafer Star of Service
-Star Fleet Medal of Promise
* Scene USS COCHRANE
Captain Pol Canon exhaled sharply as the rematerialization process concluded. *All still there,* he thought to himself. Since leaving Starfleet, he had made a point of avoiding transporters – not out of fear but for health reasons. Pol would walk where ever he could, and when not possible, he would take an open air transport. He had come to realize the inherent beauty of the universe and saw no reason to take a shortcut that denied him a chance to take it all in. But now he was back in Starfleet, and transporters are the order of the day.
“Thanks, Chief,” Canon acknowledged the transporter operator. “Are the other senior staff aboard?”
“Almost, sir,” came the reply. The transporter operator, a senior chief petty officer by rank, no doubt had as many years of service as did the Captain, if not more. “Just a few late arrivals. I can contact you when all are aboard?”
Canon nodded in acknowledgement as he exited the transporter room. The corridor was bustling with activity. Crews from the Cochrane and Starbase Omega hustled to and fro making final preparations for launch. The ship had undergone a major systems upgrade, had been assigned an almost entirely new crew, and would launch in just under 12 hours.
The Captain’s items had already been moved into his quarters. His interest now was a quick tour of the ship. He would start with engineering, move on to sickbay, then the armory and finally the Bridge.
“Captain!” a voice called from behind him.
--NRPG--
Tag to… whoever called out!
Let’s get the crew all posted aboard, then we’ll have our mandatory senior staff meeting.
Captain Pol Canon
Commanding Officer, USS COCHRANE
-Shafer Star of Service
-Star Fleet Medal of Promise
Reporting Aboard
SB OMEGA: Reporting Aboard
SD: 22.1228 1555 EST
Scene: SB OMEGA - USS Cochrane
After Gus's orders were verified the Ensign at the security portal saluted his new boss smartly.
"At ease Mister " Gus told the Ensign. "I will be with the OC aif I am needed" and then headed off to locate the captain
SD: 22.1228 1555 EST
Scene: SB OMEGA - USS Cochrane
After Gus's orders were verified the Ensign at the security portal saluted his new boss smartly.
"At ease Mister " Gus told the Ensign. "I will be with the OC aif I am needed" and then headed off to locate the captain
Scene: USS Cochrane - Hallway
Gus stopped and accesssed the ship;'s locator system.
He saw the captain was in his Ready room. Gi=us headed there aas fast as he could.
Gus posted himself squarely in fromt of the door and activated the entry chime - He waited till he was summoned.
Lt (jg) Gus Grissom
Chief of Security
USS Cochrane
SB Omega > USS Cochrane: a new Home
Scene: SB OMEGA - Fleet Admirals Office
Time: Somewhile ago
Tergin nodded an shaked hands with the rather unusual couple in front of him. Both famous officers, each with their own record of remarkable missions and equal remarkable reprimands.
"... Commander Einicrox, commander 'n Galeda, please take a seat." The android officer let his fiancée sit down first before he himself took a seat in a way a real Vulcan would never be able to; his motion was fast, fluid and just that litle bit to perfect timed.
Vymora on the other hand, was clearly undoublty a real Andorian. Even here there was a carefull look in her eyes, her senses where eying the room as if she expected an assault or attack.
"As you both know things are changing rapidly in the Coccoon, we are re-arranging our fleet and crews. We are sending you both to one of our best ships: the USS COCHRANE."
Vymora grunted "Again a transfer, Everytime as we start to settle in, we have to move again. This way we never find the time to arrange a mariage."
tergin smiled, the quarels between these two officers also where legendary. "I am sure that, in time, you both work out the perfect mariage, Vymora."
"Vymora nodded to kallesin "I don't have his replacable batteries, I need to get married witin one lifetime, Admiral."
Kallesin raised his eyebrow "Vymora, strictly spoken, you already had a mariage and I do not run on batteries but on a fuelcell with replacable fuel." Vymora gave him a smile, "just teasing you, my dear." Then she turned to Tergin. "So when do we leave?"
"Immediatly, I already have ordered to send your personal belonging to the COCHRANE. In 25 mnutes a D-warp shuttle leaves for u both. So good luck on the new assignement." With those words Tergin stood up and showed them out.
Once out Vymora looked to Kallesin "Again a new home, hopefull this one is our final palce!"
Sincerily
Kallesin 'n galeda
Science officer USS COCHRANE
and Vymora Einicrox
20110110
USS DEMORA-SULU: Not Alone in the Out There
SD: 23.0110.2045 (Pacific)
Scene: DEMORA bridge
Time: shortly after the Pirates threaten to attack,
believing DEMORA is attacking them with dark matter
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It smelled terrible.
CO Darr'chuh was wakened by an awful smell. It was a mix of burning carpet and wires with a dash of coagulated blood thrown in. The top of his head, his whole right leg and his right wrist protested with varying degrees of pain as he tried to lift himself from the floor just enough to look around.
"Oh, good. Captain, could you help me out of this?" a Lt<jg> over near the Science station asked.
Darr'chuh couldn't remember the fellow's name right at the moment, but he recognized the Tellarite as one of DEMORA's crew. The poor little fellow was pinned against the secondary station by the deformation of the chair he had been sitting in when... Suddenly, the last few moments Darr'chuh could remember before waking replayed in his mind and he swayed, clutching his aching head.
"Captain?"
The ship had been rapidly succumbing to the desructive force of dark matter as the crew scrambled to discover a way out of their predicament, when suddenly there had been a fantastic jolt- and then his nose had filled with that stink. What could cause a lurch that sudden and powerful?
"Captain!"
"Sorry, Lieutenant Turgon. I'll get you out of there," Darr'chuh replied reassuringly.
He walked the few feet, almost stumbling at the unexpected difficulty of raising his right foot, then put one paw on the back of the chair and braced the other on the Science station. He heaved and was shocked at how difficult releasing the pressure on the Lieutenant's chest was. Darr'chuh's head was pounding now and sending shooting pains down to his left eye and left jaw.
"Are you alright, sir? I don't have much medical training and I couldn't reach anyone while I was trapped. How long do you think it will be before a Medical team makes it up here? Where do you think the repair teams are?"
Turgon was obviously suffering from reaction to the events of the day. Darr'chuh took a deep breath. That actually helped a little with his head pains.
"There are medkits stored here on the bridge, remember Lt? Why don't you go and get one and see how much of your First Aid training you remember," Darr'chuh suggested, glancing around at their comrades who still lay unconscious.
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Scene: DEMORA, bridge
Time: numerous hours and a lot of repairs later
"... so, basically, we don't know where the dark matter went, but we are -very- certain that it is gone."
The reporting Engineer took Darr'chuh's nod as permission to race off on his return trip to Main Engineering. The repairs were not difficult, other than the conduits directly affected by the dark matter, but it was so widespread that it was a long, drawn-out recovery.The sheer quantity of work to be done was the difficulty.
"Captain, we're receiving a communique from SB OMEGA."
Darr'chuh started to say he'd take it in his readyroom, when the young substitute Conn officer added, "Um, and we're receiving a message from the planet."
Well, THAT was a bit extra interesting. From the sensor readings he had perused, the planet ought to have been inhospitable enough to be devoid of life.
"In my readyroom," he replied quickly and took the unusual pause between status reports to duck into a slightly quieter setting.
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Scene: DEMORA, readyroom
Time: after the repairs and most of the trip to OMEGA
Looking out at the magnificent view he currently had of the starbase, Darr'chuh thought back to their latest adventure. It turned out they had blundered into a testing area used by a previously undiscovered, very advanced race. The dark matter had been generated by a shipdrive they were trying to work the bugs out of; only the DEMORA's unnannounced arrival had led them to an emergency cooldown and shutoff of the drive. They had burnt it out, actually, and weren't in a receptive mood when Darr'chuh had told them they could petition to join the Federation.
"Years of research, brought to a halt by persons who cannot read warning signs!" the senior alien scientist had squeaked in his distress.
It hadn't helped when Darr'chuh asked what 'warning signs' he was talking about.
Now, though, they were back in safe territory with much more understandable people in charge. It was a heavy price to pay that he was losing two people he'd grown so attached to. Darr turned back around and looked FO Ro Jarrod in the eye. Then, he turned his gaze to CSciO Kallesin n' Galleda. He was going to be sacrificing a lot in losing these two. Orders. Darr'chuh sighed and sat at his desk, his leg still bothering him a bit.
"Well, at least I can recommend the COCHRANE to you both." He paused for a long moment, trying not to get too worked up. "I am surely going to miss you both."
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NRPG: Tags?
Best Wishes,
Janet Gist
USS DEMORA-SULU, CO
Capt Darr'chuh
USS COCHRANE, ???
<you'll find out>
Scene: DEMORA bridge
Time: shortly after the Pirates threaten to attack,
believing DEMORA is attacking them with dark matter
-------------------------
It smelled terrible.
CO Darr'chuh was wakened by an awful smell. It was a mix of burning carpet and wires with a dash of coagulated blood thrown in. The top of his head, his whole right leg and his right wrist protested with varying degrees of pain as he tried to lift himself from the floor just enough to look around.
"Oh, good. Captain, could you help me out of this?" a Lt<jg> over near the Science station asked.
Darr'chuh couldn't remember the fellow's name right at the moment, but he recognized the Tellarite as one of DEMORA's crew. The poor little fellow was pinned against the secondary station by the deformation of the chair he had been sitting in when... Suddenly, the last few moments Darr'chuh could remember before waking replayed in his mind and he swayed, clutching his aching head.
"Captain?"
The ship had been rapidly succumbing to the desructive force of dark matter as the crew scrambled to discover a way out of their predicament, when suddenly there had been a fantastic jolt- and then his nose had filled with that stink. What could cause a lurch that sudden and powerful?
"Captain!"
"Sorry, Lieutenant Turgon. I'll get you out of there," Darr'chuh replied reassuringly.
He walked the few feet, almost stumbling at the unexpected difficulty of raising his right foot, then put one paw on the back of the chair and braced the other on the Science station. He heaved and was shocked at how difficult releasing the pressure on the Lieutenant's chest was. Darr'chuh's head was pounding now and sending shooting pains down to his left eye and left jaw.
"Are you alright, sir? I don't have much medical training and I couldn't reach anyone while I was trapped. How long do you think it will be before a Medical team makes it up here? Where do you think the repair teams are?"
Turgon was obviously suffering from reaction to the events of the day. Darr'chuh took a deep breath. That actually helped a little with his head pains.
"There are medkits stored here on the bridge, remember Lt? Why don't you go and get one and see how much of your First Aid training you remember," Darr'chuh suggested, glancing around at their comrades who still lay unconscious.
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Scene: DEMORA, bridge
Time: numerous hours and a lot of repairs later
"... so, basically, we don't know where the dark matter went, but we are -very- certain that it is gone."
The reporting Engineer took Darr'chuh's nod as permission to race off on his return trip to Main Engineering. The repairs were not difficult, other than the conduits directly affected by the dark matter, but it was so widespread that it was a long, drawn-out recovery.The sheer quantity of work to be done was the difficulty.
"Captain, we're receiving a communique from SB OMEGA."
Darr'chuh started to say he'd take it in his readyroom, when the young substitute Conn officer added, "Um, and we're receiving a message from the planet."
Well, THAT was a bit extra interesting. From the sensor readings he had perused, the planet ought to have been inhospitable enough to be devoid of life.
"In my readyroom," he replied quickly and took the unusual pause between status reports to duck into a slightly quieter setting.
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Scene: DEMORA, readyroom
Time: after the repairs and most of the trip to OMEGA
Looking out at the magnificent view he currently had of the starbase, Darr'chuh thought back to their latest adventure. It turned out they had blundered into a testing area used by a previously undiscovered, very advanced race. The dark matter had been generated by a shipdrive they were trying to work the bugs out of; only the DEMORA's unnannounced arrival had led them to an emergency cooldown and shutoff of the drive. They had burnt it out, actually, and weren't in a receptive mood when Darr'chuh had told them they could petition to join the Federation.
"Years of research, brought to a halt by persons who cannot read warning signs!" the senior alien scientist had squeaked in his distress.
It hadn't helped when Darr'chuh asked what 'warning signs' he was talking about.
Now, though, they were back in safe territory with much more understandable people in charge. It was a heavy price to pay that he was losing two people he'd grown so attached to. Darr turned back around and looked FO Ro Jarrod in the eye. Then, he turned his gaze to CSciO Kallesin n' Galleda. He was going to be sacrificing a lot in losing these two. Orders. Darr'chuh sighed and sat at his desk, his leg still bothering him a bit.
"Well, at least I can recommend the COCHRANE to you both." He paused for a long moment, trying not to get too worked up. "I am surely going to miss you both."
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NRPG: Tags?
Best Wishes,
Janet Gist
USS DEMORA-SULU, CO
Capt Darr'chuh
USS COCHRANE, ???
<you'll find out>
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