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Posted Feb. 14, 2023, 12:28 p.m. by Gamemaster Wookius Furrius (Senior Gamemaster) (Gene Gibbs)

Posted by Fleet Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - City

Posted by Lieutenant Sozi Zakene (Diplomatic Attache) in Main Sim - City

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Juliet Anders (Chief of Security) in Main Sim - City
Posted by… suppressed (4) by the Post Ghost! 👻

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The transports were quick, depositing Celina back onto the ship, as well as the doctor. As they stepped down, other security groups were coming in to be transported down, their visages professional - and concerned, moves adrenal as they slapped at their weapons to ensure they had everything.

Shedda tapped her combadge, =/\=Mal’athar to Cmdr Wynter and Lt Valharra. Find a way to shut that gate way down. We don’t want them bringing reinforcements.=/\=

Mal’athar, XO

Wookiee

OOC: Fixing split

A swirl of lights and the Tactical officer vanished. Cochrane looked at Anders and said “Get the injured to cover!” and then he leaned towards the door, staying vover but making sure his voice carried into the temple. “Cease fire! Cease fire! I am a representative of the United Federation of Planets! We are here to assist, not fight! There is a solution here that doesn’t require bloodshed! We can help, but you have to stop attacking!”

Cochrane, CO

The initial response was two of the Bakkalians taking their staves and ‘posting’ them on the floor of the temple, some 10 meters apart. An energy barrier, reddish blue and rippling semi-transparent, about two meters in height - barely at their heads - flared into existence. As well, with that, their firing stopped.

“Why do you interfere?” came a reply. The tone had a similarity to that of the Tramelorians, if more gravely and hollow, coming from behind the helmet.
Wookiee

“We aren’t interfering! We are here to help!” Cochrane said. “Whatever is going on is causing ripples of destruction across multiple realities! It has killed members of my crew! We are here to help ensure that destruction doesn’t spread!” He took a breath and stood up and stepped into the doorway, hands raised. “My name is Alexander Cochrane. I am a Fleet Captain in Star Fleet, the space contingent of the United Federation of Planets; a government made up of thousands of planets and systems, and even more species. I command the USS Manhattan, a science and exploration vessel currently above this very spot. Now.. we can help ensure that this situation doesn’t devolve into destruction for anyone and everyone gains from working together.. but we can’t do that if we are trying to kill one another first.”

Cochrane, CO

Anders had stepped away to help move the couple folks who were injured. But as the Captain stood up and started speaking in his raised voice, she turned with a snap of her head and frowned.

Making sure everyone was accounted for and secure or back on The Manny, she moved up to stand by the Captain, just behind his right shoulder, hand resting on her phaser.

Juliet
CoS

One figure emerged from behind the barrier, circling from the rear to face Cochrane. Whether by touch or some command, the visor of the helm retracted like an iris. The face that revealed itself was young, looking not unlike that of Thera or Kela, if the skin coloration was more violet. “I am Morta, Speaker of the Dead.” What was different too was the absence of the fluid gestures of those in the city; Morta was stiffer in form. “We are here for information on the Machine. To restore the Balance. We cannot fail. Your presence interferes unless you are to help.”
- Morta

Cochrane inclined his head slightly and said “As I said… we are here to help. Can you tell me why you risk coming through the gateway and being unable to return to your reality just for information? Information we too seek, as it stands.”

Cochrane, CO

Speaker Morta’s resultant frown was a poster definition of the word. “Information and action, Cochrane Captain.” He looked about, past Cochrane to the forming security line. “The Hegemony recognizes that temporal imbalances have been created with the universes jostling for control. It sees the solution as restoring the Balance before all are destroyed. The cities must be brought home.”

Reauna shook her head, both from pain and from that statement. “You can’t. You’ll destroy everything. A cataclysmic event ..”

A security medic came over and knelt beside Shedda and Reauna, starting to scan. “I’ll give you something for the pain,” she said, pulling out a hypo and adjusting it. “What are you feeling?”

Shedda watched from her vantage point and had to scoot around as best she could to see what was going on. Great Cochrane was just standing there out in the open as a target and she was useless. Well she was probably pretty useless in a fight even without having been hit. That was the whole point of those tutoring sessions with Alex. Shedda looked around for the security team that had come down. Thera was unconscious, Reauna and herself injured. Scooting and wiggling around some more, dragging her limp leg with her, Shedda tried to watch the intruders. She was an archeologist after all. Surely she could pick up some details that would help them. Like “Speaker of the Dead”, and the stiffer body language, the tone inflection with Balance and Machine were both proper nouns.

Mal’athar, XO

((I’m confused… I thought I posted that the team and Juliet had gotten the worst of those hurt back to the ship… Why suddenly so many hurt, unconscious and such? Did I miss something?))

OOC: You could get some, but not all. Most if the injured are inside the temple. We are not in there.

James

OOC: Wookiee is one of the casualties .. been out with a stupid cold vying for a brain transplant for one that works ..
OOC: The ‘important’ voices have not yet been picked up in transport ..
Gene

Juliet frowned. The idea of a cataclysmic event didn’t sound all that appealing to her. She grumbled slightly under her breath about being glad to remain in Security and motioned for the other security officers to help with those nearby as needed. In between, she remained at the Captain’s side. It wouldn’t do for him to go down with her a few feet away., looking another direction.

Juliet
“Jewels”
CoS

Zakene looked at Cochrane. “Captain, would you like me to see what I can do to convince them we are here peacefully?” Zakene asked, from his position close to the Captain. “Possibly that we’ve run the numbers, come up with a solution. At least I can try to make them hear us out. After that. No promises.”

Lt Sozi Zakene, Diplomatic Attache

Cochrane looked at the diplomat and said very quietly “We aren’t going to start this off by lying to them. Besides, we still don’t know enough about what is going on to say that we can even find a solution. But we are going to try.” He looked back at Speaker Morta and said “W respect the Hegemony’s position, and in trying to restore the balance we are in agreement. Please, let us work together to try and find a solution that will be best for all involved. My ship and crew are scientists. Surely you would want to know all options before committing to a single course?”

Cochrane, CO

There was a pause as Morta looked past the trio to where security was setting up defensive positions. Evidently they did not expect any viable resistance from the city dwellers and the presence of Starfleet caused them to pause. Was there too some discussion through comms in the helmet or something as well, for Morta had a far away look for some seconds. He glanced back to where his people were then back to Cochrane.

“We will listen.” He looked back again. “Technician Zoon!” he called. A figure emerged from around the barrier and deactivated his face shield. His complexion was darker than Morta, more purplish. Under each eye he had what looked to be twin tattoos - inverted triangles and a matching one at the chin.
“Speaker!” he said, coming to attention.
“Relate. Assess their position. And our own.”
“But Speaker. The Technicians. The Auguries!”
“Have been wrong in the past.”
“But Speaker!”
“Assess. I did not say concede. Use your mind.”
“The Emperor ..”
“Is not here. I am Speaker. We must judge in his place. If we do not judge rightly all will be lost. If we do not act, all will be lost. Act we must. Your are Technician. Find our course.”
Zoon was evidently not pleased at a turn from what he considered their orders and that from the Emperor, but, steeling himself he saluted, something not dissimilar to an Earth salute, though rather than at the forehead the hand was straight at throat level. “Speaker.”

Morta turned and said, “Technician Zoon will assess with your technicians the variables.”
- Morta


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