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Main Sim - Bridge: A Mid-afternoon Anomaly.

Posted Jan. 23, 2020, 8:09 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Jessica Lemann (Doctor) (Sarah M)

Posted by Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist (Weaver of Webs) in Main Sim - Bridge: A Mid-afternoon Anomaly.

Posted by Fleet Captain Ghubari Koraia (Captain) in Main Sim - Bridge: A Mid-afternoon Anomaly.

Posted by Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist (Weaver of Webs) in Main Sim - Bridge: A Mid-afternoon Anomaly.
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“Not at all” Barclay replied urbanely whilst keeping an eye on the panels to his left. “The Klingon Cardassian Alliance destroyed most of the Heleen as they were potential threats to security. The Heleen who you look like has taken it upon herself to destroy everyone who let her people be massacred. There’s a bounty on her head that could buy this ship twice over.” Barclay was watching her surreptitiously obviously concerned she was going to get angry.

“Can we identify the decloaking ship?” Koraia asked as her hands rested on the console prepared to take action the instant it was needed. There was something strange about standing at tactical, a remnant of old memories from her past that seemed like several lifetimes ago.

Fl. Captain Koraia, CO

Suddenly the comm opened with the panicked and sheer voice of the Chief Medical Officer =^=Grey to Bridge Lockdown the bloody ship, Someone just transported T’Pons child away=^= There was a quite moment of whispers on the channel before his voice returned =^=It sounded like the internal transporter systems, Michail is running after something guide him if you can=^=

Dr. Grey - CMO

Laraan’s eyes widened and for a few miliseconds she went into shock, processing.... T’Pon’s child, who had Heleen DNA there somewhere, Stark was not here, S’Raal was not here… this was all intentional! A few seconds ago she had wondered how her mirror self could act so criminally, wantonly vindictive, led by anger and revenge. But right now, she felt something very much alike erupt inside of her like a Vulcano. And with that she practically flew from the bridge, having called the turbo lift form her station the doors opened even while she crossed the few meters and closed behind her. If Barcley would turn around to look at her face that moment, it would have looked very familiar to him.
- Laraan

=/\= Acknowledged, stand by =/\= Ghubari shot a look at the bridge crew who started to compartmentalise and deal with multiple sensor sweeps at once.

The computer spoke up =/\= Unauthorised shuttle launch in progress =/\= and seconds later, =/\=We are being hailed by the decloaking vessel =/\=

Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist
OOC Does a victory dance as he manages to make three story threads collide in mayhem… whoop!

OOC: The victory is definitely due! hahaha! It’s honestly impressive how you juggle it all. :)
-Tony

OOC Thanks Tony :-)
IC

“Ancestors,” Ghubari muttered and then went into high gear. “Answer hail”, =/\=Dr Grey I suspect the kidnapper, whoever they are, is escaping in a shuttle as we speak =/\=, =/\=Shuttle bay, Luka, stop that shuttle =/\=

Barclay had tracked the transport and contacted the shuttle bay. =/\= Be aware, the perpetrator is utilising a cross-dimensional transporter device. Portable and it can be used to reach your universe as well as ours. Your transport inhibiting shields meant they had to jump within the ship but now they’re outside… =/\=

The hail came through and Ghubari looked to the screen, emerging from cloak was a pristine white starship with smooth lines and a hungry look to its design. Emblazoned across its somewhat triangular saucer section were the words “Enterprise”.

Eyes widening Ghubari gave the order, “On screen”.

Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist

Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist

Luka’s voice came over the conn at the same time as the hail hit the screen. =^=we have a tractor beam! Use it and get a lock on that shuttle!=^=

Ghubari looked at NE Brawn who activated the tractor beam. “No good” Brawn replied in his Scottish brogue, “Scattering field, whoever planned this was thorough”.

Ghubari grimaced =/\= Tractor didn’t work Luka, get after it =/\=

The main screen switched to an image of a starship bridge packed with sleek, high-tech consoles and crewed by personnel of many species. A Tellarite and an Andorian manned the forward stations. Bolians, Vulcans, Caitians, and Benzites worked at the aft consoles, and a woman with Vulcan ancestry stood at a panel not far from the center chair. But it was the middle-aged human man in that center chair who commanded their full attention. Lean and bald, he had a weathered, worldly look that his black-and-gray uniform couldn’t hide. His face was etched with the lines of a lifetime of sorrow, but in his dark brown eyes burned the light of a powerful intellect. He stood and with a small tug smoothed the front of his uniform jacket before stepping forward. Everything about him—his stride, his carriage, his expression—conveyed an unmistakable air of dignity and gravitas.

=/\= Captain Luc Picard commanding the free starship Enterprise, we have been sent to assist you in cleaning up the mess below =/\=

Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist
OOC Author’s note, the paragraph above was copied and modified from “Rise Like Lions” by David Mack, my sourcebook for this little adventure.

Ghubari stepped away from tactical with another officer slipping in immediately. Approaching the middle of the bridge, she tilted her head slightly and bowed her head to him. =/\=Captain Picard, I am Captain Ghubari Koraia. I’m glad you’re on our side here. We have people on Rura Penthe who are trying to get free and we have crew going down to help them. But most urgently we have a shuttle with an abducted baby we to rescue. Any and all help is appreciated.=/\= Her voice sounded calm and collected and if she paused for a moment she even felt that way. Later, she knew, there would be a whole hell of a lot to work through, and it was going to be messy.

Fl. Captain Koraia, CO

From behind steepled hands, the man was about to reply when the statuesque Vulcan woman bent and whispered in his ear. He nodded and then replied. =/\=We’ve been tracking your shuttle Captain Koraia, it’s out of range. We’re preparing away teams of our own to go down. There are a few things down there we would appreciate your help in cleaning up. We intercepted a small Cardassian/Klingon war group on our way here that had been dispatched to end you=/\= He smiled briefly but his eyes were agate hard, =/\= They won’t be troubling you anymore, as for your kidnapped child, our away teams will be briefed to contact you if at any point they come across her =/\=

When the man said “her”, the Vulcan visibly flinched.

=/\= A description of the child and kidnapper would aid us in this =/\= He finished completely unaware of his slip.

Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist

=/\= Lemann to Bridge. The shuttle is en route to Rura Penthe’s auxiliary shuttle bay. =/\=

Dr. Lemann (crosspost)


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