Birth of a Notion
Anomaly TrekMUX Pilot Episode (#01-0001) 03/25/00
You have all just arrived on the station via the USS Aegis, a Miranda class ship - you had caught various transports and rendezvoused at different times to catch the vessel. The trip was fairly uneventful and you enjoyed the downtime during transport. It's likely that some of you have met en route (which you should discuss in pages, perhaps). You are ordered to report to Lt. Commander Temok, Executive officer of Station 419 Upsilon. The station is at the border of the Neutral Zone in the Dulcais sector.
So, you walk down the gangplank and onto the station, and to the designated meeting place. Naturally, Jimmy doesn't have to stick around - he's not in Starfleet and not ordered to do anything.
Jimmy stretches his muscles as he leaves the gang plank, he's looking a little worse for wear, but he isn't going to let that spoil his new business opportunities. "Wouldya look at this place." Comes a few words, obviously in awe. "Well, I'm off for a look around." he says to some guy stood next to him, he doesn't look like he really notices who he is.
Mall S1 - Station 419 - [IC]
Mall Level/Sector One is probably one of the
busiest intersections on Station 419. The gunmetal-grey corridor of the
mall is much more spacious than any of the other station corridors, approximately
ten meters across and two decks high. There is no upper level, but the
raised ceiling gives one more of an 'open air' impression. Large, elliptical
transparent aluminum viewports overhead provide a spectacular view of the
stars, contributing to the simulated outdoor impression of a perpetual
night sky. The whole impression of the mall is one of passing through a
garden. Planters throughout the corridor, blooming with all sorts of strange
and exotic flora, give a gradual 'winding path' effect which tends to break
up the monotony of the circular corridors. The fresh oxygen that the plants
provide carries with it the smell of food and drink, coming from the direction
of The Neutral Zone, one of the station's busiest establishments. All manner
of sentient beings can be seen moving through the Mall, heading into a
shop, loitering at one of the smaller kiosks, or dropping in for a drink
at the Zone. In the center of this section is a large three-sided black
pillar, topped with display units - the station directory.
Contents:
Williams
Jimmy
Poole
Obvious exits:
The Neutral Zone <NZ> Clockwise <CW> Counter-Clockwise
<CCW> Turbolift <T>
Nevok>
This man is of average height, slightly wiry build, and appears
to be in his early to mid-thirties. He is average in appearance with wavy,
rather tousseled sandy brown hair that is clipped short. A few locks fall
across his forehead, almost brushing the angular ridges just above his
nose. His somewhat narrow face has a slightly angular appearance to it.
His general demeanor seems serious, though the faint hint of a smile at
the corners of his mouth may be glimpsed at times. His light hazel brown
eyes sparkle within their depths, accented by his dark eyebrows. On his
left ear is a simple silver oval earring, which is attached to a cuff by
a fine silver chain. Three tiny faceted gems of amber, deep purple, and
clear crystal are threaded onto the chain.
He is wearing a tailored,
durable black jumpsuit over a gold turtleneck undershirt. Along the collar
are two circular gold pips. The shoulders of the jumpsuit are padded with
a medium grey ribbed material and a single gold stripe encircles each cuff.
A stylized silver chevron on a matte gold rectangle is attached to the
upper left side of the jumpsuit, just below the shoulderpadding. The legs
of the jumpsuit are fitted snugly over a pair polished black halfboots
via stirrups.
Nevok is carrying the following:
Comm Pin, Tricorder.
Poole>
Gwen's most outstanding feature, in her opinion, is her golden
blonde hair which is cut to just above her shoulder blades. It is almost
always braided, or bound, as per starfleet dress code. Her facial features
are pretty, some may say they are a bit angular. She has a small nose with
a scattering of freckles, and her eyebrows are thin and arching.
The next most outstanding feature are her eyes, brown in color. They are incredibly intense, as intense, some say, as her personality. She is no fool.
She is wearing a tailored, durable black jumpsuit
over a red turtleneck undershirt. Along the collar are two circular gold
pips. The shoulders of the jumpsuit are padded with a medium grey ribbed
material and a single red stripe encircles each cuff. A stylized silver
chevron on a matte gold rectangle is attached to the upper left side of
the jumpsuit, just below the shoulderpadding. The legs of the jumpsuit
are fitted snugly over a pair polished black halfboots via stirrups.
Poole is carrying the following:
Comm Pin, Type I Phaser, Tricorder.
Williams>
This is a human of average height with an athletic build and
a heavy frame. His blond hair is cut very short, and his blue eyes peer
from a square-jawed face. A small scar adorns his left cheek, with another
along his left brow. A neatly trimmed beard completes the frame of his
face.
He is wearing a tailored, durable black jumpsuit
over a gold turtleneck undershirt. Along the collar is a single circular
gold pip. The shoulders of the jumpsuit are padded with a medium grey ribbed
material and a single gold stripe encircles each cuff. A stylized silver
chevron on a matte gold rectangle is attached to the upper left side of
the jumpsuit, just below the shoulderpadding. The legs of the jumpsuit
are fitted snugly over a pair polished black halfboots via stirrups.
Williams is carrying the following:
Comm Pin, Type I Phaser, Tricorder.
Williams glances around as he walks around the mall.
Poole's gaze is on the stars that can be seen through the transparent aluminum viewports. She walks with her hands clasped behind her back, her steps seem purposeful.
Williams peers at the station directory with a slightly confused expression.
Jimmy continues to stretch as he walks on through the mall, taking in all the sights of his new home - not to mention business. He's got a lot to say for a civilian as he meanders down the coridoor, nodding to the odd person, the occasional "Hi." Thrown in for good measure, and always smiling, despite the obvious fact that he is tired.
Temok is standing near the station directory, hands clasped behind his back. He looks at the arriving personnel.
Williams snaps to attention as he notices the XO, "Ensign Williams reporting for duty sir."
Gwen's eyes light on Temok, and her posture become rigid. She halts just in front of him, and says, "Lieutenant Gwendolyn Poole, reporting as ordered sir."
Nevok pauses at the turbolift's entrance, stepping to one side to clear the way as he turns his head slowly, taking in his first view of the station's interior. He blinks once or twice, as if breaking the spell, then steps forward, approaching the directory obelisk a few paces and snapping to attention, "Lieutenant Nevok reporting as ordered, sir."
Temok>
A rather serious looking Vulcan, but then,
what Vulcan doesn't look serious? His hair is short and to regulations.
He seems to look down his nose at anyone who happens to look his way. He
is wearing a Starfleet Uniform with Lt. Commander's pips on the collar,
and a red shirt beneath.
Jimmy walks on by Temok, he isn't rude, he's just not paying attention. And besides, it's not like he hasn't got a date with his shower, because he has! A long one.
The young female lieutenant's nose wrinkles as Jimmy walks by, her eyes are still on Temok.
Jimmy>
This man is Jimmy. He's got thick black hair, and dark hazel
eyes. His face is one of those friendly types, he's obviously got a job
that means he deal with people, and it is all to his detriment, he's a
looker. You get the feeling that he's about to either try and sell you
something, or take you back to his place for 'Coffee'. That's just what
this guy portrays. He is well built, no stranger to sports, although he
is no overbuilt oaf either. His smile holds an easy gate, and he is an
essentially likeable guy, once you get past his defensive barrier of egotism.
He is wearing a blue pair of trousers,turned up at the bottom,
and a jacket too, under which is a White T-shirt, barely visibly as the
jacket is zipped up. It fits him nicely, and looks very comfortable. On
his feet are a pair of brown leather shoes, they look used, and are laced
up perfectly, as if you'd expect anything less. On his chest is a pin,
it is a metal picture of a smiley face.
Temok hands each of the new personnel a datapad as they approach. "Ensign Williams," he says - more of fact than of greeting. "Lt. Poole." Again a datapad. "Lt. Nevok."
Nevok steals a brief sidelong glance as the civilian walks by, then turns his attention back to Commander Temok.
Williams accepts the datapad and begins perusing it.
Poole accepts the datapad she is given and regards it with one hand.
Nevok accepts his datapad as well, scrutinizing the device's display for a moment.
Temok says "Welcome to Station 419 Upsilon. On the datapad you will find your itenerary. You are to first report to the Infirmary for your physical. You then have several hours to take care of personal business. You will find your quarters assignment listed on the datapad. You will notice your meeting time with the Commander on the datapad. In the interim, if there are any questions, I am your liason to ops. Are there any questions?"
Williams says "None at this time sir."
Nevok looks up from his datapad, focusing an inquisitive expresstion ont he Vulcan officer, "Yes sir, have all primary systems been fully calibrated and have full diagnostics been carried out?"
Poole shakes her head, "No, sir."
Temok looks to Nevok, his down-the-nose stare not altering much. "Primary systems are online. Diagnostics and tests are underway, but I believe," he says - with what would probably be a smart-assed tone were he not a Vulcan, "we were waiting on our Chief of Operations to carry out the final inspection."
Temok awaits further questions.
Poole shakes her head, "No, sir."
Nevok smiles rather broadly, as if looking forward to the task ahead, "Thank you, sir."
Temok nods once. "Then you are dismissed." He turns and heads toward a turbolift.
Nevok nods to Temok, then returns to scrutinizing his padd, ocassionally glancing up at the directory obelisk with a studious frown.
Brect comes into view among the corridor's foliage, arriving from the counter-clockwise direction of section five.
Williams looks slightly relieved as he turns and heads for the infirmary, glancing at the directory as he walks.
Brect passes by the group, carrying a small potted shrub.
Williams heads counter-clockwise along the corridor in the direction of section five, disappearing from view among the foliage as the corridor curves to the left.
Poole heads towards the infirmiry also, figuring to get the task out of the way.
Williams comes into view among the corridor's foliage, arriving from the counter-clockwise direction of section five.
Brect>
Brect is a small, squat humanoid, orange in
color. His bulbous head is flanked by two enormous ears. His beady eyes
continually squint up as he attempts to bring his environment into focus
- perhaps he's gone nearsighted as he's aged. He's out of his prime, probably
in his late middle years, as wrinkles have begun to show around his eyes
and mouth. His nose, wrinkled and folded like most other Ferengi, is like
an upside down lightbulb. His lips purse over a set of sharp teeth. When
he speaks (and some say that's a little too often), his right eyetooth
can be seen to be broken and nubbed.
He is currently wearing a grey jumpsuit that
is smeared with dirt, tucked into clunky, black leather boots that have
seen better days themselves. His fingernails are caked with soil.
Williams walks from the direction of the Infirmary rubbing a spot on his neck.
Nevok glances over towards the Ferengi, raising a hand in greeting, though he seems a tad preoccupied with the padd in his left hand.
Brect squints as he appraises the group, but continues clockwise with his potted plant.
Brect heads clockwise along the corridor in the direction of section two, disappearing from view among the foliage as the corridor curves to the right.
Williams smiles as his eyes light on the Neutral Zone, and he begins walking towards it.
After a few minutes, Gwendolyn Poole returns from the infirmiry and spotting the Neutral Zone, decides to get a drink.
Williams heads into the Neutral Zone, the doors sliding open at his approach.
Poole heads into the Neutral Zone, the doors sliding open at her approach.
Jimmy heads into the Neutral Zone, the doors sliding open at his approach.
You head into the Neutral Zone, the doors sliding open at your approach.
The Neutral Zone - Station 419 - [IC]
Walking into the bar brings with it the usual
experience of walking on bare deckplates. Each step is marked by a small
clink as boot strikes against metal. The walls of the bar, in the tradition
of such places from earliest Terran history, are lined with various objects
of interest contributed by the crew and visitors. Here is a Cardassian
Gul's rank-pin. Over there is the bridge alert indicator from a Jem'hadar
battle cruiser. And in the center of the room, clearly in pride of place,
is the actual bar itself. Made of gleaming metal, it takes a moment before
it is recognizable as a piece of the hull of a Galaxy Class starship. Careful
examination would be required to determine its origin, although the bar's
frequent patrons might be pleased to share a wild story or two about it.
Contents:
Jimmy
Poole
Williams
Obvious exits:
The Mall <O>
Jimmy seems pretty much overawed by the whole situation, but what better to deal with such emotion than a stiff drink? Well, Jimmy certainly isn't complaining when he eyes the bar and walks over to it, taking a seat heavily and grinning at one of the waitresses. "Hey, you serve alcohol here?" Comes the instant first question.
Williams grimaces as he sips the blue beverage, then moves over to stare at the bridge alert indicator.
Gwen looks up at bartender and says, "Could I get a glass of apple juice?" She ignores the odd look and says, "Will you give me one or not?"
Nevok enters with his padd tucked under an arm. Stopping dead still in the doorway, he gives the bar, or rather its decor, a long look, one eyebrow arched and a wry smirk on his features.
Williams turns from the wall and begins examining the people in the room.
"Yes, we stock alcohol or synthenol, what would you like?" Comes the responce to Jimmy's question, and the lady is met by an instant. "Alcohol, anything will do." As she goes about getting his order, Jimmy leans back and rests his weary head on his hand, smiling at the lady next to him, which happens to be Lt. Poole. "Apple juice?" He asks, amused sarcasm emanating from the words.
"Yes. Apple juice." Is Lt. Poole's quick reply. She looks up at Jimmy, wrinkling her nose as she recalls him from the departure and from the voyage.
Williams examines the datapad, glancing around every few seconds.
Jimmy raises his eyebrows in thanks as his drink arrives, before sipping it and shuddering. That's some good stuff as far as this guy is concerned. "Well, if that's your bag." He says, his accent a subtle mix of American and Italian, possibly from New York judging from the dialect.
Nevok shakes his head as he makes his way over to the bar, seating himself in the nearest unoccupied stool. He sets his padd on the bar and activates it as one of the waitstaff approaches. Without looking up from his work, he asks, "I'll have a small glass of synthale, please." At this the 'tender nods, then proceeds to fill the order, setting the glass beside the preoccupied officer a moment later.
"I don't like the taste of alchohol, and fruit juice is good for the body." Gwen moves a hand up to her collar and adjusts it slightly. *side note* Her accent, if she has one, has slight English overtones.
Williams finishes his drink with a grimace, then begins walking towards the door, setting the glass on the bar as he goes by.
Poole calls out to Williams as he walks by, "Ensign."
Jimmy makes a noise akin to the fabled 'Bah', before finishing his drink off quickly and looking at Nevok. "Hey, a man who likes his ale," He says through his grin. "So who's the boss around here? I got a shop to open."
Nevok glances up as the officer passes by, "Ensign Williams?"
Williams turns and walks over to Poole.
Williams says "Yes Lt?"
Williams stands at attention.
Poole smiles as Williams walks over, "At ease, Ensign... I just wanted to say hello. We didn't get a chance to talk for very long on the trip over."
Williams relaxes slightly and nods to Nevok, "Lt."
Williams returns his attention to Poole.
Nevok straightens in his chair, smiling as he directs a nod to the second officer, then turns back to the ensign, "I'll need to meet with security personnel later this week regarding various matters. I'll send a reminder once things settle down over the next few days."
Williams says "That is true Lt. I have been a little nervous."
Williams nods at Lt. Nevok, "Yes sir."
Several Starfleet crewmembers in EVA jumpsuits stand up from a table, and head out the door talking animatedly between them about the Romulans. "I'm not happy about being so close to the Neutral Zone," he can be heard as he walks out. "I've got a wife and kid, after all.." The doors close and the conversation can no longer be made out.
Gwen sends a smile and a nod back at Nevok, then moves her attention back to the ensign. "So, how do you like the station so far?"
Nevok nods to the ensign, then returns his attention to his padd, lifting up his glass and taking a small sip from its contents as he reads.
Williams says "This is my first posting, but I am looking forward to it. I have heard there is more for security personel to do on a starbase, with all the civvilians."
Williams glances at Jimmy.
Jimmy seems a little put off by Nevok's ignoration, but then he's just a civilian, and arrogance is to be expected by the military. As William's glances at him he grins and gives a small nod, but otherwise remains quiet as he orders his second drink.
Williams seems at a loss as to what to do with his datapad, then tucks it under his arm.
Poole puts a hand out towards Ensign Williams, "Don't worry about him. He's just drunk, right?" She looks back at Jimmy, giving hiim a wink.
Williams leans his hand on his phaser and glances at Jimmy again with a stern, yet slightly nervous look, before returning his attention to the LT.
Jimmy raises an eyebrow. "Gimme ten minutes and I will be." he says, a small grin forming as he sips his drink again. The phaser seems to put the fear of god into him though. "Hey! Take it easy psycho, I ain't up to no good." he shakes his head as he leans back on his hand and stares into his drink. "Darned security..."
As her drink finally arrives, Gwen grabs the glass and takes a sip. She sends Jimmy a warning glance then looks at Williams, "I never got to ask where you were from."
Nevok looks up from his reading, directing a brief glance towards the two other officers before returning to his reading, with which he seems rather preoccupied. At Jimmy's exclamation, he glances up quickly, giving the civilian a puzzled look and frowning slightly.
Williams says "I have no doubt you are a perfectly innocent patron sir. I am here for your protection. I am from Virginia, on Earth Lt. How about you?"
Jimmy mumbles something into his drink, it's obvious that he's not exactly well inclined towards members of the military.
The Aegis can be seen through the viewport, making final preparations for departure.
Williams turns his attention to the departing starship briefly, before turning back to Lt. Poole.
"From Virginia?" The sound in Lt. Poole's voice is excited, "I have a lot of relatives who moved from England to Virginia in the last decade. I'm from London myself." She motions to the seat to her right. "Do you have time to talk?" As the ship passes the viewport, Gwen's eyes shift following it. It's obvious to some she is 'ship crazy.'
Williams nods curtly, "I have a little time before the new head of Security arrives Lt."
Williams sits in the vacated stool.
Williams nods to the bartender as he acepts another blue beverage.
The Aegis can be seen to depart, swing about, and head out to patrol the border.
Williams appears thoughtful for a second.
Nevok gives the civilian man another puzzled look, then he too looks towards the viewport, out at the passing vessel, watching it for several minutes. Smiling, he takes a sip from his drink and turns back to his reading.
Realizing she's not being polite, Gwen's eyes reluctantly move from the ship back to the Ensign. "Is there something you'd like to say?" Her smiles widens a bit, "You -are- nervous."
Jimmy turns his head slightly towards Nevok, raising a cautious eyebrow. He sips his drink one more time, which nicely finishes it off, before smiling at the man. "You were here when we arrived right?" He asks politely.
Williams says "No maam, just thinking....I served on my Cadet Cruise aboard the Adelphi while she patrolled the Neutral Zone...."
Williams grins suddenly.
Williams says "I guess I'm a little nervous too because i hear my new boss is half Klingon."
Nevok looks to Jimmy with a slight frown, shaking his head, "No, I arrived on the ship as well, though I admit to not leaving my quarters too often." He smiles, indicating the padd with a tap on its casing, "There was a lot to do on the way here and even more now that I'm aboard."
Jimmy wrinkles his nose a little. "Uh, yeah, sorry, my minds all over the place, and this," he tips his glass slightly, "ain't helpin'. So did we get given our quarters yet? I need a shower."
As if it were the most natural thing to do, Gwendolyn giggles, though she doesn't for long... no telling if that self-same klingon is nearby. "No wonder you're nervous, and on the edge of the Neutral Zone with invisible Romulans to worry about too."
Williams glances around at the mention of Romulans, then relaxes again.
Nevok shakes his head with a shrug, "I'm not sure about civilian accomodations at the moment. Personally, I doubt I'll know for certain about my own until the end of the day."
Williams says "So what is London like Lt? I never spent much time on Earth."
Williams says "I was always travelling around to visit my dad."
Jimmy nods, before clearing his throat. "Yeah, well I can't wait to get my self to bed, I'm half dead here. I ain't disturbing you am I?" He takes a peak at the man insignia and then adds, "Lieutenant."
Williams sips his drink with a slight grimace.
"Boring, most of the time. The weather for the most part isn't agreeable with my disposition. I prefer the beaches of Florida." She winces at the 'sir,' "Please call me Gwendolyn, or Poole.... We're not exactly -on duty- here."
Williams nods to Poole.
Williams says "Have you served on any starships Poole?"
Nevok shakes his head, smiling slightly, "Not at all. I'm sort of off duty for the moment, awaiting further orders and catching up on my itinerary."
"USS Venture and the Cochrane." Gwen smiles faintly in rememberance.
"I love starships... this
is going to be a difficult assignment for me."
Jimmy nods, relaxing a little. "Ahh good. My families got a big Starfleet tradition, you ever see a guy called Mark Rogers?" He asks, scratching his chin. "He's my brother, he's a lieutenant himself. On some cruiser somewhere, I don't see him much."
Williams nods thoughtfully, "My dad was the same way...he was chief of engineering for the Crazy Horse for many years before he retired."
Williams takes another sip of his drink as he looks thoughtfully around the room.
Nevok shakes his head, "No, sorry, I don't recall the name, not unless he served aboard the Nagasaki in the past decade or passed through Utopia Planitia in the past two years. Since you're obviously not Starfleet, what brought you out here, if I may ask?"
Jimmy raps his knuckles on the bar and grins. "I'm gonna open me up a souvenir shop, maybe make the station a little money, not to mention myself." His smile spreads, and he soon back on the drink, god only knows what it is, but it's a light brown in colour.
Nevok smiles as well, relaxing a bit, "Best of luck on your endeavor. I'm not too certain as to what sort of clientelle you'll have, though most will definitely be transient or perhaps the occassional resident purchasig an item to send back home."
Poole relaxes in her seat, occassionally glancing down at her datapad. In a soft, offhand kind of voice she says, "So, ever heard of the Poole manuever?" She doesn't look up, but a wry grin appears on her lips.
Williams looks thoughtful for a moment.
Jimmy gives Nevok a playful, and incredibly confident wink. "I don't need luck, I'm a pro." he says, obviously mocking himself. "And yeah, I hope the clientelle base is big, I'm gonna have to get permission to put a few of the station's sights on T-shirts and stuff, you know the deal. Sell this place a bit."
Williams says "Maybe, your inspiration I assume? Tell me about it, I'm fascinated by tactics and strategy."
Williams smiles, then makes a slight face as he sips his drink again.
At the ensign's response, Gwen nods and says, "Well, one time I was at tactical on the bridge of the Venture, she's a galaxy class." She seems to puff up as she says that, "We were attacked by a romulan frigate, popped right out of nowhere."
Williams leans towards Poole attentively, occasionally glancing around the room.
Nevok glances sidelong out the viewport, then looks back to Jimmy with a dubious expression, "That depends on what you intend to display and if permission can be obtained. I believe using the likenesses or names of station personnel is strictly prohibited, though."
Nevok adds with a smile, "And the station's design is rather standard."
Jimmy snaps his fingers, "Damn." Comes the single sylable word. "I was kinda hoping to start a chain of action man type dolls, one for each of you guys." He grins, and then shrugs. "Still, it'd be nice for people to take home wi' them a little piece o' this place." He takes another sip of his drink and looks into it, swilling it around the glass. "So what is it you're gonna do 'round here?"
Nevok chuckles, as if imagining such an item, "I'm sure a nice desktop hologram of the station might suffice. I've been assigned to Station 419 as the chief of operations."
Williams finishes his drink and slides the glass across the bar.
"Let's just say, it involved a Romulan warbird and quantum torpedo." Gwen grins to the ensign, "I used a bit of my knowledge regarding cronoton (sp?) particles, and temporal physics...." She takes another sip of her drink, "The Rommies didn't know what the heck was going on."
Jimmy seems to approve, not that he needs to of course, he's just a civilian, but the gesture is there. He chuckles along with Nevok, before swirling his drink again. "Yeah? You lookin' forward to it?"
Williams chuckles and nods appreciatively.
Williams stands and smiles at Poole.
Gwen looks up as Williams stands, "Going to check on your quarters?"
Williams says "It has been nice talking to you Lt. but I really should get down to Security and look around before I meet my new boss."
Nevok nods emphaticly, a broad grin speading over his features, "Most definitely. It'll certainly be a challenge in maintaining the station's operational readiness."
Williams says "I hope we can get together and talk more about tactics."
Poole nods to the ensign, "It was nice talking to you too. Don't let any rommies onto the station unless you have to."
Jimmy lets out a long, drawn out chuckle. It isn't an offence, that much is clear, perhaps just a friendly poke. "Yeah, you Starfleet guys sure are enthusiastic, I find it hard to get outta bed in a mornin'." He grins and polishes off his drink. "I think I've had enough." he says, winking to the waitress, "Gimme some o' that applejuice crap."
Williams says "I will be vigilant."
Williams grins, then turns and walks towards the door.
Williams heads out and into the Mall.
Poole turns back to her drink and shakes her head.
Nevok smiles, "Well, if this station isn't at full operational readiness, you might not be able to breath."
Jimmy raises his eyebrows at that, and swallows. Hard. "Uh, what the hell are yer doin' down here then? Ain't you got work to do?" He asks, his initial panic slowly turning into casual politeness.
Gwen finishes her drink and looks at her datapad again. Apparently finding some tidbit she had missed earlier, she starts getting up from her seat.
Nevok takes along sip of his own drink, then turns back to his padd with a nod, "Operations personnel are on duty at all times. My responsibility, for the moment, is to become more familiar with this station and its systems. I'll be quite occupied later today."
Jimmy snorts. "Me too, I'm goin' to bed." He's telling the truth too, you've just got that feeling. "Besides, what is there to know? Like you said, ain't the station pretty standard? I'll be whizzin' round the coridoors in no time." A sip of the apple juice, followed nicely by a grimace. "How can you drink th..." He begins, but cuts himself off.
Poole gives Jimmy a sharp look, "It's good." She shakes her head again, "You just have to like fruit juice."
Nevok glances up with a smirk, indicating his half full glass with a nod, "I prefer synthale. Good night."
Jimmy puts both his hands up in defence to Gwen's attack. "Okay, geeze, I don't like the stuff, call me picky." He shakes his head, and nevertheless takes another sip, cocking his head as if deciding.
"I don't think they got the right recipe.... Wrong type of apples." Gwen tucks her datapad under her arm and heads towards the door.
Jimmy nods. He seems to agree, he doesn't finish the glass, instead opting to look for his quarters and get some well deserved sleep.
Poole heads out and into the Mall.
Nevok glances up, waving to Jimmy as he departs, "Good evening." He then returns to his reading, taking a last long sip from his own glass before settign it aside.
Jimmy heads out and into the Mall.
Nevok frowns slightly as he looks up from his padd, deactivating it as he stands up form his stool, the tuckign the device under his left arm. "Computer, location of Lieutenant Surais?"
The computer intones, "Lieutenant Surais is in Operations."
Nevok glances up at the cieling with a slight frown as he makes his
way out of the bar.
You head out of the bar and into the Mall.
Mall S1 - Station 419 - [IC]
Mall Level/Sector One is probably one of the
busiest intersections on Station 419. The gunmetal-grey corridor of the
mall is much more spacious than any of the other station corridors, approximately
ten meters across and two decks high. There is no upper level, but the
raised ceiling gives one more of an 'open air' impression. Large, elliptical
transparent aluminum viewports overhead provide a spectacular view of the
stars, contributing to the simulated outdoor impression of a perpetual
night sky. The whole impression of the mall is one of passing through a
garden. Planters throughout the corridor, blooming with all sorts of strange
and exotic flora, give a gradual 'winding path' effect which tends to break
up the monotony of the circular corridors. The fresh oxygen that the plants
provide carries with it the smell of food and drink, coming from the direction
of The Neutral Zone, one of the station's busiest establishments. All manner
of sentient beings can be seen moving through the Mall, heading into a
shop, loitering at one of the smaller kiosks, or dropping in for a drink
at the Zone. In the center of this section is a large three-sided black
pillar, topped with display units - the station directory.
There are views here.
'+help view' for information on views.
Obvious exits:
The Neutral Zone <NZ> Clockwise <CW> Counter-Clockwise
<CCW> Turbolift <T>
You board the turbolift as the double doors slide open.
You enter operations.
Operations - Station 419 - [IC]
This is clearly the nerve center of the station.
It is a roughly semi-circular room with the ends of the gun-metal gray
semi-circle walls giving way to a single flat wall on which three view-screens
display scenes of the surrounding space. The highest level of the room
has free standing control stations for security, science, and engineering
personnel. Below them is a set of three command chairs, with the Command
Station in the center. A narrow walkway leads up and down from this center
area. The third and lowest level contains a variety of stations for station
operations, communications, tactical analysis and other support crew. To
the far left hand side of the room is the Commander's Office.
Contents:
Poole
Balin
Accolon
Surais
Obvious exits:
Commander's Office <CO> Turbolift <T>
Balin hmmms. "I think you very well know. Jem'Hadar have been crossing our borders and attacking ships for some time now."
Balin>
Deeply-set dark green eyes peer thoughtfully
out from under his bushy black eyebrows. A few wrinkles show around his
eyes of the kind generally attributed to smiling, but when on duty he's
generally all business. His lips, a little too thin, are framed by a neatly
trimmed goatee. His dark hair is perhaps a tad longer than regulation allows,
and is combed back with no part. He's not an attractive man, rather average
really, but there's something about him that exudes confidence in thought
and action.
He is wearing a tailored, durable black jumpsuit
over a red turtleneck undershirt. Along the collar are three circular gold
pips. The shoulders of the jumpsuit are padded with a medium grey ribbed
material and a single red stripe encircles each cuff. A stylized silver
chevron on a matte gold rectangle is attached to the upper left side of
the jumpsuit, just below the shoulderpadding. The legs of the jumpsuit
are fitted snugly over a pair polished black halfboots via stirrups.
Balin is carrying the following:
Comm Pin.
Accolon>
A shock of light brownish-black hair is swept up from his head,
naturally unruly by appearance, but within acceptable length. He's slightly
shorter than average build and on the lithe side. His facial features are
large and sensitive looking to the point of being near-comical. Large,
friendly eyes and a youthful bronze to his complexion, which, around his
face shows dark spots toward his temples, running down his neck and then
the rest of the body. A Trill. His wide mouth appears it might be quick
to make a wry smile.
He is wearing a tailored, durable black jumpsuit
over a blue turtleneck undershirt. Along the collar is a single circular
gold pip and a single gold rimmed black pip. The shoulders of the jumpsuit
are padded with a medium grey ribbed material and a single blue stripe
encircles each cuff. A stylized silver chevron on a matte gold rectangle
is attached to the upper left side of the jumpsuit, just below the shoulderpadding.
The legs of the jumpsuit are fitted snugly over a pair polished black halfboots
via stirrups.
Accolon is carrying the following:
Comm Pin, Type I Phaser, Tricorder.
Surais>
Sura'IS is by no means unattractive, but somehow, that just doesn't
seem to be a factor in her appearance. She's not terribly tall, but a strong,
athletic build gives her an easy, cool composure. Her bearing is confident,
proud, and dignified. The serious set to her mouth suggests that she is
not easily amused.
Her forehead is high, with wavy, elongated lines rising in the center and sweeping back to her hairline. The strong frontal lobes above her brown eyes and the high arch to her nose sometimes make her appear harsh, almost brooding. The typically Klingon features are muted, however, and her naturally bronze skin is not quite as dark as it could be, hinting at a combined heritage. Her wavy brown hair has been styled in a practical, twisted knot at the base of her neck, emphasizing her angular features and upswept eye-shape.
She is wearing a tailored, durable black jumpsuit over a gold
turtleneck undershirt. Along the collar are two circular gold pips. The
shoulders of the jumpsuit are padded with a medium grey ribbed material
and a single gold stripe encircles each cuff. A stylized silver chevron
on a matte gold rectangle is attached to the upper left side of the jumpsuit,
just below the shoulderpadding. The legs of the jumpsuit are fitted snugly
over a pair polished black halfboots via stirrups.
Surais is carrying the following:
Comm Pin, Type I Phaser, Tricorder.
A female Romulan sub-commander is on screen, looking as nefarious as Romulans can.
"Commander!" It has to be important if Surais is willing to interrupt this conversation. "Three Jem'Hadar warships on the edge of the sector. The Aegis is sustaining heavy damage."
Nevok exits the turbolift, snapping to attention immediately as he looks to Balin, opening his mouth as if to speak, then catching himself as he sees the active viewscreen, a decided frown coming to his features.
Mekara, the Romulan woman on the screen, smiles again at this report. "I see they've locked you up with Klingon dogs, too."
Frowning to herself, Poole looks at the next console over, coincidentally being manned by Surais. Her eyes go wide at the proclaimation, she goes to verify. "Bloody hell..."
Balin looks over his shoulder at his second officer, then turns his back to the screen. "End transmission," he barks, perhaps a little more perturbed than he would like.
Surais' nose wrinkles in disgust, but she knows better than to engage the Romulan in a verbal attack. But give her a good knife...
Nevok takes this moment to speak, addressing Balin as he does so, "Lieutenant Nevok reporting, sir."
Accolon speaks up from his station, "It seems to me it's the Romulans who are in clear violation of the Treaty of Algernon, Commander. Their presence here could be considered an act of war."
Accolon glances back toward his console, observing it for a moment, then confirming a report, "The chronoton field's growth is continuing." in a more formal tone.
Temok clasps his hands before him and watches the Commander.
Lt. Poole moves from the station she is currently at and approaches the commander. She stands at attention, waiting to speak, then perks up as she hears the mention of chronotons. "Growing?"
Accolon glances over toward Poole, elaborating, "Not by much, Leiutenant, but it's expanding, yes."
Gwen steps over towards Accolon, looking down at his station's screen. "These are some strange readings."
Nevok, noting the operations crew seems a bit preoccupied, quietly makes his way down to the Ops station, relieving the officer on duty.
Accolon replies, "Strange, perhaps... I've already doublechecked their accuracy."
Balin looks to Surais, turning quickly. "What's the status of the Aegis?"
Poole nods slowly, "Interesting that this field shows up, just when a romulan ship appears, and jem'hadar attack the Aegis. Any indication of where it is emanating from?"
Surais speaks up, "Two Jem'Hadar have broken off from the attack and are heading toward the station. Captain, our shields are only at forty percent. Not all components have been installed."
Temok says, "The transmission emanated from the Neutral Zone. The chronoton buildup would seem to be a secondary problem."
Balin says "Red alert!"
An alarm klaxon starts to wail throughout the station, and the alert indicators switch to Red.
"Phasers, quantums, and photons at the ready. I guess we find out if they work." Surais frowns, half muttering the last under her breath.
In reply to Poole's question, Accolon points to a reading, saying, "Approximately ten thousand kilometers off the second quadrant of the station."
Poole immediately starts moving back towards her previous station, next to Surais. She looks over and says, "Guess so."
Balin says "Lt. Accolon, keep monitoring that disturbance. All hands, brace for an attack."
A voice projects throughout the station: "All hands, brace for an attack."
Accolon says, "Yes sir." with the tightening of his jaw, girding himself for the imminent danger.
Nevok reports from his station, "All EVA personnel secured, sir. Main shuttlebay reports all workbees secured."
Temok orders, "When those ships are in range, put them on screen."
Nevok reports from the operations station in a calm, professional tone, "Damage control teams standing by, sir."
The Jem'Hadar cruisers appear on the screen. An image enhancement sequence engages and brings them into focus. Warp 8. Straight for station 419.
"Sir," Surais speaks up, "Aegis reports that they are badly damaged. The Jem'Hadar cruiser was destroyed. Aegis is now in pursuit of the other two, but warp drive is damaged. They can only follow at Warp 3. The Jem'Hadar are at Warp 8." Does she almost seem to smile at the mention of the Aegis' actions? Likely.
"Aegis to 419."
Balin looks up. "Go ahead."
"We've taken quite a beating. We're on our way - but we're twenty minutes away." That puts the Jem Hadar here in about six. "You'll have to hold them off on your own for a while." The tone in the voice shifts. "I've lost thirty-two percent of the crew," says the voice.
Poole slips her fingers down the console, accessing different panels of data. She frowns a little as her fingers fly.
Balin slams his hand on a console. "We'll do the best we can, Captain. 419 out."
Balin looks about. "Suggestions."
Accolon asks, tentatively, "Is this station equiped to handle this attack?" glancing around to anyone.
Nevok frowns sternly as he scans the surface of his console, tapping several locations, then speaking with an even tone, "Medical personnel standing by, all emergency shelters secure and all civilians accounted for within the shelters."
Temok shakes his head. Fourty percent of shields isn't so good right now.
"We have enough offensive weaponry to handle the Jem'Hadar," Surais says. "It would seem to be our only option as well."
Nevok shakes his head, "Engineering is in the process of bringing the station up to full operational status. As of this time, we are not at full operational status."
Poole smiles to herself as the data she was looking for comes up, with her right hand now she starts running a scan of the Jem'Hadar ship.
Accolon furrows his brows, concentrating and appears like his thoughts are moving rapidly, "Is there any way we can bluff them?"
Balin looks to the screen. The angry looking ships falling onto the station like some sort of predator. "Damnit," he says. "Launch a photon volley their way when they're in range. Phasers on standby. Lt. Poole, send a signal to Starfleet that we have engaged Dominion forces."
Accolon glances once at his console, then a thought seems to strike him, unbidden, "Perhaps we could fake a signal of a small fleet of Federation ships approaching. Maybe there's a way we could use the chronoton particle field phenomenon to our advantage, if it's not coming from their ships."
Balin looks to Accolon. "You don't bluff the Jem'Hadar," he says softly, as if offering his hand in tuteledge. "You kill them."
"Yes, sir." Poole looks a little distracted from what she was doing, but starts sending the signal to Starfleet.
Accolon glances back toward the screen, his heart appearing to sink somewhat.
Nevok glances up to Balin, "Sir, recommend we reroute all nonessential power to shields."
Balin nods to Nevok. "Do it." He then looks about to his crew. "All right," he says confidently. "I know we have just assembled, and we are facing terrible odds at the moment. But we will. Not. Let station 419 fall to the Dominion. Is that understood?"
"Commander," Surais says, speaking up now, "We have 25 quantum torpedoes. Plenty of firepower if we aim right."
Nevok nods, apping several areas on his stations as he continues, "Much of the station is powered yet unoccipied and all civilians are secured in the shelters. Perhaps I should reroute power from unoccupied sections to weapons and shields?"
Balin nods to her. "And I plan to get every last ounce of firepower out of them."
"Yes sir." Is Poole's soft reply, her eyes are elsewhere. Instead of the scanning she was doing before, she starts analyzing the chronoton particle field.
The lights die out and emergency power kicks in as power is rerouted away from nonessential functions.
Accolon works busily at the station, setting up a program for contingency anyone near him might notice. Between doing that, he keeps his eyes on the sensors and on the chronoton particle feild as well.
Temok, looking over a console, reports, "They're in range, Commander."
Balin barks, "Fire volley!"
"Quantum torpedoes ready, sir!" Surais's eyes narrow. Kill! Kill! Anhililate! At the commander's word, she sends off the first round.
Lances of light leap out from the approaching ships, slamming into the station's shields.
The station rocks once under the impact of fire.
Surais sends out the next round, taking careful aim at the weakened points on their shields.
The sparkling orange volley slams into the lead ship, making it arc off to starboard. The second ships slips underneath the station.
The station rocks twice under the impact of fire.
Balin barks, "Status report!"
Accolon attempts to keep his feet with all the josteling going on. Like, standing on a diving board while trying to continue work at the console.
"Shields dropping fast, Commander. Down to 33%!" Surais makes adjustments as she continues to fire upon the enemy ships, knowing that phasers are all but useless against them.
Nevok glances up at the viewscreen as station and ships exchange fire, then returns his attention to the operations console, tapping several glowing panels. As the station rocks, he grips his seat firmly.
The lead ship easily dodges the second volley, rotating into a tight barrel roll. The second ship arches back around, looping up into range. The first takes several shots at the station, several which spark into the shields, which go down to 22%.
Balin says "Fire at will!"
Nevok glances back to Balin, "Recommend reroute phaser power to shields, sir!"
Balin looks over his shoulder to Nevok and nods once.
The station rocks under the impact of fire.
Nevok swiftly carries out the order as best he can, bracing himself into his seat with his feet as his hands fly over the operations console.
Surais continues to press the attack, firing as the opportunity arises. Though she fires often, she is also taking careful aim as time allows.
The next volley of quantum torpedos arcs up to the second ship as it attempts another loop. It is hit in its starboard nacelle and starts to waver in its course.
Poole keeps sifting through the data coming in, "Sir, the Jem'Hadar's warp drive is damaged, another good hit by a torpedo could finish the job."
The station rocks under the impact of fire.
Surais stumbles slightly, growling under her breath as she tries to maintain her balance. "Shields are low, but holding with power reroute, Commander."
Temok orders, "Finish off the second ship."
Accolon jostles into Poole and murmers an apology as he gets back to his feet, a bit miffed. He draws a breath, glancing heavenward in silent hope then continues at his console.
Surais fires, taking great satisfaction as she watches the screen for the result...
The lead ships positions itself for another attack - it launches torpedos and phaser blasts, as the second ship goes up in a ball of fiery glory.
The station rocks under the impact of fire. Heavily. This one is much worse.
Gwen nods and mumbles back a soft apology as she is bumped into. Then she starts scanning the other Jem'Hadar ship, checking on it's shields, and it's warp drive.
The tactics station explodes in a blast of sparks, knocking Surais back with a ball of flame.
A support truss is unrooted from the ceiling, and it too falls. With lightening reflexes, Temok shoves aside Gwen. What he causes her to narrowly avoid, he takes himself - the heavy girder slams down on him and he staggers to his knees, blood pooling around him.
Surais lets out a surprised yell as she flies backward, landing with a thud on the back wall.
Balin grabs hold of a station to brace himself. "Damage report!"
Accolon glances toward Nevok, "We're going to need medical up here." and abandons his station, worry written over his face as he stumbles toward the fallen Vulcan.
Surais grimaces, but staggers to her feet. There are burns on her face and hands and her uniform is scorched, but she staggers back to see what's left of her station, getting as close as possible.
Nevok glances back to the tactical station with a shocked expression, then turns back to his own console, "Tactical rerouted to ops, continuing to return fire!" He pauses, holding onto his station for dear life as the station bucks wildly, "Medical personnel en route to ops. Shields holding at 3%!"
Gwen cries out as she is bumped for the second time.... shoved no less, and she flies backwards. When she pulls herself to her feet, she stumbles to the nearest console and starts trying to take control of the weapons.
Nevok holds on as the station gives another shudder, "Graviton generators failing on level seven, power dropping to 53%, life support failing!"
Surais gives up on her original station and dashes over to Ops to assist Nevok. She barely takes notice of the fallen officer -- everyone's lives are at stake.
The Jem'Hadar ship takes one more shot at the station before turning to make another pass.
The station rocks under the impact of fire. Heavily. This one is much, much worse than before. A resounding 'boom' fills everyone's ears.
"...now!" Surais reaches over to depress a button on the Ops console, but is thrown off by the rocking of the station.
The Jem's Hadar ship makes a wide arc. The smell of ozone mixes with the green blood pooling around Temok's head - he is clearly dead.
Nevok flies out of his chair despite his best attempts to maintain his station, but quickly staggers to his feet as he pulls himself up on the ops console chair, holding onto it as he reads off the console's display, "All primary systems have failed, shields have failed, life support on ten hour battery backup." He collaspes back into his chair, tapping several locations on the console.
Balin frowns. "Not on my watch," he mumbles to himself. Suddenly, a bright burst of light fills the station. Another resounding BOOM! Then, silence. Only the hissing and crackling of the damaged Tactical.
Surais reaches out again, releasing two more quantum torpedoes -- there can't be too many left -- and hopefully hitting the Jem'Hadar outside.
Accolon falls onto his knees and finds himself staring down toward the dead Tevok. He draws a long breath, a look of deep sympathy passing over his face. But, he has little time to think on it now. He staggers back to his feet and heads back toward his previous station.
Nevok brings an arm up to shield his eyes from the glare.
The torpedo launch command responds with a 'negative' tone. Torpedos off line. Shields off line.
Balin looks up. "What the hell was that?"
Nevok lowers his arm, peering through squinted eyes at the viewscreen.
Poole works furiously at her console, trying to reroute power to the torpedos. She is ignorant of what is going on in the viewscreen.
The viewscreen has gone black.
Accolon reports through the silence, "Sensors are no longer functioning, Commander." He glances around in what seems to be a moment of eery silence, save the hissing and popping of destroyed controls.
Surais raises herself up. Did I hit 'em? She quickly scans the console for evidence... nothing. "I'm not seeing... anything, Commander."
Nevok shakes his head as he scans his console, "All systems offline, sir.
Balin says "Someone get to a viewport and look for the damned thing!"
Surais assumes this to be her duty and dashes toward the turbolift. If anyone else is following, they'd better move fast...
Accolon pulls his tricorder into his hand, "My tricorder still functions." as though that were some consolation.
Accolon taps into it a few times, then blinks at the results. "Commander... Wow..." He blinks again and appears to doublecheck what he's seeing, "The chronoton emissions are off the scale!"
Surais stops in front of the Commander's door, finding it disabled. She grunts, giving the door a hard shove to push it to the side, then moves in...
There is a pause, then from the other room a woman's voice says, "What the hell...?"
Balin moves to Temok's side. "I'm sorry, old friend," he murmers, closing the Vulcan's eyes.
Surais quickly reappears in the doorway, "Commander, you've got to see this!"
Gwen looks up from her console, she looks at the Commander, then at Temok. She visably shudders and shakes her head, squeezing back some tears. "Commander..."
Balin looks up. Ops is strangely silent.
Nevok looks up and back towards the others, then in the direction of the commander's office, a rather puzzled expression on his features.
Her attention drawn, Gwen moves towards the commander's office, needing to see outside to verify something she's been thinking about.
Balin heads into the office.
Surais moves out of the way...
Balin enters the commander's office.
Accolon glances toward the body of the Vulcan, then up toward Poole, shaking his head sadly, but also, with a soft smile at the honorable way in which the being died.
Nevok quickly looks back to his console as it emits a warbling beep, "Sir, sensors back online, shields have returned and are presently holding at two percent."
Poole enters the commander's office.
Surais enters the commander's office.
Nevok stands up from the operations console, following the rest into the office.
You enter the commander's office.
Commander's Office - Station 419 - [IC]
The main feature of this room is a large desk
which is created in the shape of a slightly oblong parabola. It is made
of a metal which is deep green and veined with threads of metallic yellow.
Behind the desk is a large swivel chair, clearly intended as the seat of
authority. No other seating seems available. Two large view-ports, thickly
plated with transparent aluminum, look out over the sweeping arms of the
station and nearby space.
Contents:
Surais
Poole
Balin
Obvious exits:
Ops <O>
Accolon comes in from Ops.
Poole walks in just behind Balin, oddly eager to see what's outside. She peers out of the viewport.
Balin picks up his chess board. Two-D, no less. He frowns as the pieces are scattered throughout the room. He looks over toward the viewport that sits behind his desk. A blinding blue-white light, like a minature star, flickers chaotically. It rests approximately ten thousand kilometers off the station's second quadrant.
Nevok makes his way in as well, his expression intensely inquisitive.
Surais just stops and stares once again out the window. She doesn't have to say anything. Whatever it is speaks for itself. Her expression is a combination of awe and wariness.
Balin repeats the Klingon's expression. "What the hell..."
Accolon trails in just behind the rest. His attention is drawn toward where everyone else is looking and his mouth drops.
The London-born girl's jaw drops as she stares out into space. "Incredible. And it's near where the chronoton particles were.... "
Accolon trails in just behind the rest. His attention is drawn toward where everyone else is looking and his hackles raise.
Nevok looks to Balin, speaking quietly as if not to break the moment, "Sir, sensors back online, shields have returned and are presently holding at two per....." His voice trails off as he too notices the new stellar phenomenon, having caught a glimpse between two of the office's other occupants.
Balin asks, shielding his eyes a bit from the light. "Can you identify the anomaly?" he asks noone in particular.
Surais would normally glance back at Nevok, but is too busy looking at whateveritisoutthere.
Accolon glances down into his tricorder, then tentavily sways it back and forth before him. He says, "I'd say that's exactly where the chronoton emissions are coming from." He gives a smile at Balin's question and says, "Not offhand. I've never seen, nor heard of its like."
Balin says "All right, people. Haven't you ever seen the hand of God before? Back to your stations and find out what that thing is."
Surais shakes herself and turns quickly toward the door...
Nevok seems to be transfixed, staring unblinkingly. At Balin's order, he shakes his head, blinking once or twice as he files back out the office.
You head out of the station commander's office.
Operations - Station 419 - [IC]
This is clearly the nerve center of the station.
It is a roughly semi-circular room with the ends of the gun-metal gray
semi-circle walls giving way to a single flat wall on which three view-screens
display scenes of the surrounding space. The highest level of the room
has free standing control stations for security, science, and engineering
personnel. Below them is a set of three command chairs, with the Command
Station in the center. A narrow walkway leads up and down from this center
area. The third and lowest level contains a variety of stations for station
operations, communications, tactical analysis and other support crew. To
the far left hand side of the room is the Commander's Office.
Contents:
Surais
Obvious exits:
Commander's Office <CO> Turbolift <T>
Accolon comes out of the station commander's office.
The station falls into relative silence.
Accolon heads back over toward the sensors station, asking, "Did we dispatch the last Jem'Hadar ship?"
Surais is standing in front of what remains of the tactical console, frowning at it. She has already checked and double-checked for those Jem'Hadar. "No sign of them."
Balin comes out of the station commander's office.
Poole comes out of the station commander's office.
Nevok returns to his station, settling into the chair quietly as he scans to ops console, tapping a spot or two. Speaking quietly, he reports, "Damage reports incoming, heavy damage to all decks, heavy casualties. Medical and damage control teams responding, sir."
[Starfleet] Williams says, "Williams to OPS, I'm not sure what's going on, but gravity has been lost on the mall level and we have civilians in freefall....we need to be careful if we bring gravity back online."
Balin waves his hand through the smoke, clenching his eyes against it. "Good work, crew," he praises. "Anything, Lt?" he asks Accolon.
[Starfleet] Nevok says, "Ops here. You should have medical and damage control teams on site at this time."
Surais quietly sends out a message to all station security personnel, asking them to report in and then assist as needed.
Poole goes to a vacant and functioning station, immediately attempting to run a scan of the object. She speaks up, "SIr... I've studied temporal phenomena... but if that was created by the chronoton particles.."
[Starfleet] Williams says, "Acknowledged."
Accolon rubs at his temples, as he begins sorting things out on the sensors console. He appears rather dizzied, like whatever it is out there defies understanding. He says, "This anomoly is definately the cause of the chronoton particle disturbance. Other than chronotons, the sensors are reading absolutely nothing."
Balin taps his chin as two medical personnel enter through a jeffries hatch. The rush to Temok's side and pronounce the expected. Temok has died. The Commander looks down at the lifeless body of Temok and turns on his heel, heading into his office.
Surais steps aside as a medical team arrives to tend to the fallen first officer. She frowns, taking a moment to respect his noble passing.
[Starfleet] Surais says, "Sura'IS to Ensign Williams. Are those civilians being assisted?"
Poole bows her head slightly as they take Temok out, as the medical team does so she murmurs something.
Nevok glances back with a slight frown, but is at the moment too occupied with damage control to take much note of the activity.
Surais glances to the side as a console begins to beep insistently. "Aegis incoming. Five minutes."
[Starfleet] Williams says, "I haven't seen any crews yet Sir, but I'm doing what I can to keep them calm until someone arrives."
One of the technicians moves to Surais, who seems to be the most banged up of the living personnel. She attempts to tend to to the Klingon's wounds.
Surais waves off the medical team. "I'll come to you when I'm ready. Get down to the Mall and assist those civilians."
[Starfleet] Williams says, "The medical teams are arriving now sir."
Accolon casts a momentary and sympathetic glance toward Poole then continues observances at his station. "Whatever it is..." he reports, "...the anomoly seems to have formed itself into very dense matter. It's floating nearby it."
Gwen straightens up from her console, then walks down towards the viewscreen. "Okay people, the commander, and all of us want some answers, let's put together what we know."
[Starfleet] Surais says, "Good. Do what you can to help there, then check with Ops for the next location. Sura'IS out."
[Starfleet] Williams says, "Aye sir."
Accolon nods, saying, "I'm on it Lieutenant. But, I should say, something of this magnitude doesn't normally leap out and tell you what it is. These things require time, equipment and manpower."
With a look at Accolon, Gwen says, "The Jem'Hadar ship is not on sensors, correct?"
Surais falls silent as she listens for answers. As long as it isn't 'attacking' the station, this is not something she's good at handling.
Accolon shakes his head at her questions, "No, Lieutenant. There's no evidence of any Jem'Hadar ships in the area."
Nevok reports from his station, "Backup graviton generators coming online. Level seven should now have gravity."
Poole narrows her eyes, "So this anomaly either destroyed it, or did something else to it." She shakes her head, "That doesn't sit right."
Accolon nods, mirroring Poole's feeling about that.
Nevok glances back with an upraised eyebrow, "Or perhaps the anomaly is all that's left of the ship?"
"The Jem'Hadar's last known location was just near the anomaly," Surais interjects, glancing at the viewscreen.
The medical team enters the Turbolift and disappears.
"The ship may have caused the phenomena. It could have set off a chain reaction." Gwen continues, she looks around.
Glancing to Accolon, Surais asks, "Is it still growing? And if so, when will it reach the station?"
Nevok glances to Surais, then looks back to Poole, "Sir, we have precious little information on Dominion technology and even less on how quantum torpedoes interact with said technology. Perhaps something out there triggered a chain of events that lead up to the anomaly's "birth"?
Accolon glances back toward the console, checking the readings. Listening to the various theories, he seems to be contemplating their possibilities.
Accolon reports, "The mass seems to have stabilized in size, now."
Surais frowns suspiciously as she eyes the thing. "Perhaps this is what the Romulans did not want us to find here."
Accolon glances sidelong, back toward Surais, "Hmmm." he says, "Their appearance is too coincidental to discount."
"Perhaps." Lt. Poole looks at Surais this time, "Maybe it was a Romulan weapon, and we were to be part of the test."
Balin steps out of the office. "Answers. Now."
The door wooshes shut behind him as he strides across the deck of ops.
Poole straightens up stiffly and looks at the commander. "The Jem'Hadar ship is off the scope, but was approximately where the anomaly is now."
Nevok looks back to Balin, "Sir, we have precious little information on Dominion technology and even less on how quantum torpedoes interact with said technology. Perhaps something out there triggered a chain of events that lead up to the anomaly's "birth"? Or perhaps the anomaly is all that's left of the ship?"
Balin looks to Accolon. "Birth?"
As others are speaking, Surais is quickly checking the defensive capabilities left to the station. Just in case.
Accolon turns to face Balin and says, "Commander, there's a mass where the chronoton particle feild was, almost as if it had given birth to it. Those are the only answers that can be provided for the time being, short of theoretical speculation. This anomoly will no doubt interfere heavily with this station's location, however. I hope that you have a science team here capable of delving into this, properly."
Balin says "We don't. Yet. Lt. Nevok, casualty report."
Nevok nods to Balin, turning back to his station. Speaking quietly, he reports, "Yes sir, heavy damage to all decks, heavy casualties. Ten dead, fifty wounded. Medical and damage control teams are on site and responding. Emergency graviton generators have been brought online and level seven now has gravity."
Surais speaks up now, "Commander, I must also suggest the idea that this is the product, perhaps a malfunction, of some sort of weapon. We should build this station's defensive capabilities in the event that we have stumbled on to a Romulan or Dominion... problem."
Balin nods at that. "We need more information, Lt. But the suggestion is noted. How big is this thing?"
Surais lets Accolon answer this.
The Aegis, itself battered and bloodied, comes limping into sight on the viewscreen. "Aegis to 419. What the hell?"
Accolon checks the console, taps at it a few times and reports, "The mass is small. Approximately one meter tall and two meters wide, in a sort of 'egg' or 'barrel' shape. The anomaly as a whole, however is approximately one thousand kilometers across. The epicenter being about ten meters across."
Balin says "Aegis, do you have transporters?"
The Aegis reports affirmative.
Accolon says, "Bringing up an enlarged view, now." and the display suddenly goes dark for a moment, replaced by its image...
Surais smirks at the phrase of the day being repeated again. Surais walks over to the Ops console to monitor station security. She murmurs something into her com.
[Starfleet] Williams says, "Williams to OPS, the crews have everything pretty much under control down here, and I have moved the civilians either to their quarters, or to the Neutral Zone for those without assigned quarters. I'm awaiting further orders."
[Starfleet] Surais says, "Sura'IS here. Stand by."
[Starfleet] Williams says, "Acknowledged."
The object looks like a crystalline stump. It's sheared off at the top, and 'roots' of crystal seem to hang from it.
Gwen looks at the viewscreen, looking at the damaged Aegis. "Commander, permission to transport to the Aegis. I'd like to examine the anomaly at a closer range."
Balin says into thin air, "Aegis, beam that directly to science lab two."
After what seems like an eternity, Aegis reports: "Negative commander, we cannot establish a lock."
Balin pipes up, "Tractor beams?"
Nevok looks back to Balin, "Sir, Aegis reports their propulsion is up to warp six, but they have sustained heavy damage to secondary systems. Their main computer is offline. Damage control is in progress." He shakes his head, "At this point, we cannot assist them. They're more intact than we are."
Nevok responds to Balin's quation, "Tractor beams are offline, sir."
Balin looks to Poole. "Assemble an away team. Use the workbees to see if you can't get close enough to pull it in manually."
Accolon furrows his brow, as some thought bothers him. He says, "Commander... this thing... should be claimed by the Federation. We should get to it somehow, before... Well, there could be a Jemm'Hadar as well as a Romulan ship in the area."
Poole looks to the Commander, "Sir, I'd be reluctant to move that thing.... What if it causes another reaction?"
Balin says "Are there emissions coming from it, Lt. Accolon?"
Surais listens quietly, but looks anxious as she tries to assess the situation.
Accolon replies, "Negative, it seems inert. Though, as I've previously reported, the chronoton activity interfers with sensors."
Balin looks to Poole. "You have my orders. Minimal compliment."
Nevok looks back to Balin with a concerned expression, "Sir, with all due respect, I recommend against bringing the anomaly aboard. We have civilians aboard."
"I must also concur with Lieutenant Nevok," Surais adds, frowning.
Accolon glances toward Poole and says, "Please consider me when assembling your away team, Leiutenant Poole."
Balin says "I'm aware of that, Lt. But Accolon is right. The Federation needs to claim it in order to study it. I want it on board. Prepare an emergency evacuation plan, Lt. Nevok."
Balin looks between all of the crew. "This isn't a democracy. You have your orders. Lt. Surais, coordinate with Nevok to bring tactical fully online."
"Yes, sir," Surais complies readily, but there is the slightest hint of a growl in her voice.
Poole nods, then turns from the commander. She looks to Accolon, "Lieutenant, you're with me..."
Poole looks to Surais also, "Chief, is there anyone of your people who could join us?"
Nevok's expression belies concern as he turns back to his console, frowning considerably, "Aye, sir."
Surais glances sidelong to Nevok, "Lieutenant, I need to make a visual check of some systems down on the lower levels. I'll be right back." She turns and heads for the turbolift.
Surais enters the turbolift, doors sliding shut behind her.
As he's walking toward the door, Accolon pauses before the turbolift, scanning each of the people here. He gives a nod of respect to them with eyes that could say more than words, in gratitude for being alive.
Accolon enters the turbolift, doors sliding shut behind him.
Poole heads into the turbolift with the rest, obviously planning ahead.
Poole enters the turbolift, doors sliding shut behind her.
Balin says "Lieutenant?"
Nevok looks back from his console, "Sir?"
Balin gives him a nod. "Fine job, Lt."
Nevok manages a faint smile, "Thank you, sir." glancing back to his console, he reports, "Most of the civilians are now in the Mall or their quarters, as is the majority of the crew. Damage control teams are continuing to brign systems back onine. Should evacuation be required, the standard protocol should suffice, with the Aegis retrieving all escape pods."
Balin nods. "Notify the Aegis of our EVA plan to retrieve the egg, Lt. Keep me apprised." He runs his hand through his hair and looks at the screen again. Then, he turns for his door. "You have ops, Lt."
Balin enters the commander's office.
Nevok nods as he turns back to his station, "Aye sir."
[Starfleet] Poole hails over the com, speaking to Nevok. "Lieutenant, this is Poole reporting in. We've gone EVA, and several engineers are assisting us."
[Starfleet] Nevok responds, "Ops here, Lieutenant. I have you on sensors and on screen. The anomaly appears stable for the moment."
