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Side Sim/Char Intro - Safe Haven - Tag: CO, XO, COS, and CE

Posted May 18, 2021, 2:18 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Reira Akaba (Science Officer) (Stephen MacDonald)

Posted by Captain Rende Asam (Captain) in Side Sim/Char Intro - Safe Haven - Tag: CO, XO, COS, and CE

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Shutting the hatch of his small shuttle, he saw the Section 31 Officers approaching. “Computer, switch input from LCARS to Alphanumerics.” He commanded, watching as the panels went from the multicoloured squares to green circles and lines, more intuitive considering he was part Borg. He understood the language a little better as he slid back a metal panel with two prongs side by side. “Initiate direct interface.” Lieutenant Akaba extended his left arm forward as the assimilation tubules came out and he interacted with the ship directly, plugging himself in. He could now control the ship with his thoughts as the engines powered up and he left the Federation Station in quite the hurry.

The Astraios wouldn’t be far behind, despite it’s size the vessel was formidable. He could feel the code running through his head, binary flashes. 1 and 0, black and white, survival and extinction… That’s how the Collective saw everything, now and again if he closed his eyes he could still hear their might, billions of voices acting as one single, one perfect entity. He had no intention of losing his individuality, but he still admired their goal of perfection even if he completely disagreed with their methods of attaining it. “Initiate system diagnostic, current status of transwarp drive.” Seeing the results, he bit his lip. The Earth Term for his transwarp drive was “Jerry-Built”, the shuttle was one his grandfather left to him as a child, as a Starfleet Officer he never had much need of it until now.

Christened the Nova Luna, he’d done a lot of work in upgrading it’s propulsion and structural integrity. “Transwarp drive is operational.” The computer replied, his analysis of the coil concurred, having altered the warp core and main deflector of the small vessel to allow for transwarp velocity. “Engage the drive.” He commanded, building up a tachyon pulse as the ship went to warp before opening a conduit. “Please enter location.” The female voice stated. That was a point, where did he want to go? He needed somewhere his father couldn’t follow, where he could lie low. “The USS Viking, do you have co-ordinates?” He asked, the system accessing records. “Location verified. Estimated time to arrival is 2 hours and 25 minutes at current velocity.”

Plugging out of the system, he pulled down what used to be a biobed and lay down. It too had been altered to act as an alcove, regeneration inside it took twice as long as normal due to power constraints. “Computer, dim lights to Level 1. Engage alcove.” His eyes shut and he instantly began to feel better… Reira really did have to do it more often, leaving it too long was dangerous. Being woken up when he arrived, the grogginess passed as he tapped at the controls. “This is the shuttlecraft Nova Luna hailing USS Viking, are you receiving me?” He asked, staring at the ship… It seemed to be in good condition? He remembered it being barely spaceworthy and frankly, creepy. The computer wasn’t mocking him for a start, the lilac-haired drone wasn’t sure if that was comforting. “I repeat, this is Nova Luna hailing USS Viking. I am Lieutenant Reira Akaba, requesting permission to dock.” He repeated.

Lieutenant j.g. Reira Akaba (Science)

Rende was sitting in her chair reading over the history of the Viking. She wanted to be familiar with her reputation, and a line from the letter requesting her return to duty had left her curious. ‘Someone not given to falling prey to superstition.’
“Captain, incoming hail,” the NE at the tactical station called.
“Well put it up then, it’s rude to not at least listen.”
This is the shuttlecraft Nova Luna hailing USS Viking, are you receiving me? I repeat, this is Nova Luna hailing USS Viking. I am Lieutenant Reira Akaba, requesting permission to dock.”

Rende turned to survey the bridge crew. “Anyone know who that is?” The helm officer nodded, “Yes Ma’am, Lt Akaba used to serve with us. He um, is a little different.” Rende made a rolling motion with her hand. “He’s was assimilated once by the Borg.”

Well that cerntainly sent all her Marine training into over drive. A quick inquire from the computer, and grumbling about too small print confirmed that he was an active Fleet officer. “Open a channel. Shuttlecraft Nova Luna this is Cpt Rende Asam of the USS Viking. Permission to dock granted.”

She tapped her combadge, =^=LT Cmdr Watley we have a former crew member requesting permission to dock. Please meet me in the shuttle bay.=^= and one more time. =^=Cpt Asam to Lt Asam. Bring a security detail to the shuttle bay, ‘Collective’ protocol.=^=
Rende, CO

Eldorin signaled to a few fellow officers to get ready to meet the vessel in the cargo bay, he tapped his badge and said, “Aye captain” the team was assembled of Eldorin himself and 2 other security personnel, phasers on their hips as he led the team. The ‘collective protocol’ was one of caution ever since the Borg invasion of the Sol system years before, and specifically for these sort of unexpected visits. A crew transfer wouldn’t have the precautions, but something with an unknown ship giving off signals of containing Borg tech and someone claiming to be former crew and gave off enough caution to warrant the response. The men arrived and took position to the left of the Captain but in front of where the shuttle would land with Eldorin at the front.

“Thank you, Captain Asam. I’m initiating docking procedures.” Reira replied, ending communications and soon setting a course for the shuttle bay, the computer taking over automatic controls as he powered down weapons and shields, setting the nanoprobes in the ship to repair and upgrade his transwarp coil. He might need another speedy getaway in case someone came knocking. Making sure his hair was perfect and running his fingers over the metal of the badge, he took a deep breath and put the pips on his collar, attaching the combadge.

Feeling the ship land, he went over to the hatch and opened the door. Home sweet home… Well, it hadn’t been sweet previously, more like a terrifying abomination that swallowed the people he loved and seemed determined to give him psychological issues. But, he made some close friends on this ship, he’d even found someone willing to see past the implants and love the human that lay underneath. He was still skeptical that Section 31 didn’t have it’s fingers in this apparently upgraded Viking, but he doubted they’d come for him. They’d tangled before, he’d won… He’d just have to win again.

Stepping out onto the deck, the Security Detail made him visibly tense up, the fear apparent in his dark blue eyes as he scanned the room, locating all the exits as a traumatic response. “I’m not here to harm you, please… I returned of my own volition.” He stated, putting the phaser he was armed with on the ground. “Captain Rende Asam… The Viking has certainly changed in my absence.” Reira stated, not wanting to get into why he disappeared again right now. “I don’t wish to rush you, but… I’ll need to create a Borg Alcove relatively soon. I need to regenerate in a few hours and the alcove on my shuttle is for emergency regeneration, it lacks the power for the full cycle I’ll require.” He stated, practical as ever. The headache was coming in, in thirty minutes so would dizziness and motor co-ordination decline, then confusion and paranoia. Eventually, he’d just go into a coma.

Lieutenant j.g. Reira Akaba (Science)

Eldorin signaled his men to holster their weapons and said calmly, “I apologize for the passive hostility Lieutenant, had we been expecting you or known that you were being assigned I assure you this wouldn’t have been a tense meeting.” He waved his men to leave and return to their duty stations as he tapped his badge and said =/\= Eldorin to Lieutenant Stone, please join us with a crew in the shuttle bay.”

Eldorin, COS

Rende stepped forward. Eldorin was an excellent judge of character, with their history you had to be, but the old Marine in her insisted she be careful. “Be at ease Lt. Akaba. Let me assure you my concern is less that you were previously assimilated, and more that you have been missing for months. You must understand my concern that you appear out of nowhere, a missing member of the crew. It is safe to assume, that something is not right, since you were forced to use an emergency alcove. There are none on board at the moment. If you give your schematics to Lt Stone when he arrives we will arrange accommodations.” She glanced at the shuttle taking a very long hard look at it. “Personally modified, isn’t it. Are there precautions that the crew should be aware of when working around it?” He was a Star Fleet officer, but questions needed answering and they had time to kill before Stone had an alcove built.
Rende, CO

“I understand your concerns… And I didn’t expect there to be any on board. The shuttle lacks sufficient energy to power it’s system and a fully operational Borg Alcove, so far I’ve had to make do with that emergency one which takes twice as long.” He explains, nodding. “I can give schematics to Lieutenant Stone as well as necessary pre-programmed nanoprobes.” Reira states, visibly relaxing and letting the tension go, his urge to fight or flight reducing.

Rende nodded slowly, “And that is all they will do? Is program your alcove to take care of you? I am perhaps being a tad over cautious. We have many officers in the fleet now who have reclaimed their humanity from the Borg. And your shuttle? It will remain self contained?” Last time Rende was on a ship the protocol was to destroy all technology to prevent contamination.

“Yes, I had to partially assimilate it for certain purposes during my leave of absence, I find piloting via node interlink to be more intuitive and efficient. As for precautions, none really unless you want to shut it down. The warp core was converted into a transwarp core, it can be temperamental to deal with and there might be some systems they don’t recognize, adaptive shielding is harder to deactivate. I’ve already switched the interface language back to LCARS.” The Nova Luna was like him, a mix of Starfleet and Borg. The shuttle had a few patches of Borg plating, the warp nacelles having apparently been fused into the hull by Borg plating, the more predominant silver parts of the hull had phaser burns on it. Clearly, he’d been in a recent fight. “If you wish to talk further about what happened during my leave, I’d be happy to discuss it with you in a more private setting. Some of the information is of a sensitive nature.”

Lieutenant j.g. Reira Akaba (Science)

She nodded, “That would be best I think.” She turned toward Eldorin, “Lt find us a secure place to chat, please. And let Cmdr Watley know I’d like his presence as well.”

There wasn’t an emergency on board the new ship as of yet. But although Mike was surprised about the call, he had his team ready for everything. Almost everything.

“What seems to be the emergency?” He asked as soon as he rushed to the hangar. “Oh.... Hi Akaba.” Was all he managed to let out after seeing the former crewmate. The man was full of surprises, and was sometimes hard to read. But he proved his loyalty many times, and well life never seemed to be boring with him around.

Lt. Mike Stone, CE

“Ah Lt Stone. Lt Akaba here is in need of a place to rest. Do you think you can prepare a Borg Alcove for him?”

Rende motioned to Akaba to follow her. “Let’s have that chat while they work.”
Rende, CO

“Yes. that’s all they’ll do. After they’ve finished their pre-programmed task of creating new components for the alcove, they’ll be returned to my body during the next regeneration cycle.” Reira nodded, pointing his fist into his palm as one of the assimilation tubules came out and a small cube the size of a 6-sided dice appeared. “The required nanoprobes… They won’t hurt you.” He promised.

“Hello Stone, it’s good to see you again. The nanoprobes required for the Alcove, just place them on a circuitry element and they’ll get to work.” He explained, quickly following Captain Asam and waiting until they were relatively alone before speaking again. “I’m sorry for the sudden intrusion, the Viking was the only place I could think of where I’d be safe. I’m glad the ship hasn’t lost it’s welcoming touch, even with all the new faces around here and I hope to earn your respect and trust in due time.” The lilac-haired drone was aware of how he might make the older woman feel. A former drone, she was El-Aurian… Her species was assimilated by the Collective, perhaps just looking at him reminded her of that.

Lieutenant j.g. Reira Akaba (Science)

Mike took the cube with nanoprobes and waited a bit for Reira to leave. Then he reised the cube to his eye level, and tapped on it. “Don’t you go and eat my brand new ship, you hear?”

He turned to the engineer that was with him, and gave him the cube. “Go find Lt.jg Akaba an unused quarter and set up the Alcove for him. I want a Level 2 force field around the place until the process is finished and he returns to collect the probes.”

Lt. Mike Stone, CE

Rende led the way to the secure room the Eldorin had set up and walked in. Once Lt Asam and Cmdr Watley joined them she turned to Akaba. “Alright Lt. let us hear your tale.”
Rende, CO

Standing in the secure room and once again, looking around to make sure it was secure… His attention to security detail was almost paranoid in nature, but his trust was something that had been shattered before. The people he thought he could believe in weren’t always trustworthy, the former Drone was hesitant to make the same mistake again as he looked back on recent events. “Are you aware of an agency known as Section 31?” Reira asked, his eyes and face completely neutral but his mind gripped with fear. They’d attacked before, they might yet do so again.

Lieutenant j.g. Reira Akaba (Science)

Before the Captain could answer the door slid open and a large man entered. His hair was slightly dishevelled and he was breathing heavier than normal, he looked as if he had been running “Apologies for the intrusion Captain, I was only informed moments ago about Lieutenant Akaba’s” He narrowed his eyes at the Borg, for a flash hate-filled them before returning to the almost normal suspicious glare. Peter took another step inside, folding his arms under his abnormally large chest “If you’ll permit me to remain, I believe that I’ll be useful here” He said looking directly at the Captain, he was intentionally not looking at the scientist.

CIO

Rende turned in her seat to look at the new comer. She had not met this man yet, but she was familiar with the files of her senior staff. This man was Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson her chief intel officer. And she already had a bone to pick with the man. “Lt Cmdr Sigmundsson,” she said as she stood up and walked over to him and held out her hand. She didn’t miss the utter hatred in the Cmdr’s eyes. And though she knew the Borg were a difficult advisary to get past, she would not tollerate such things to cloud the judgement of her senior staff. She expected them to remember the risk, but she need them to take the red hazed glasses of hatred off.
And if it wasn’t Borg but Akaba himself, same rule applied. She spoke softly and respectfully. “Cpt Rende Asam. Have a seat.” It wasn’t a suggestion. “I welcome all my crew’s unbiased informed information in a concise manor. I’m sure your particular skill set will lend to great insight.” She waved towards a seat on the opposite side of the table from Akaba. She returned to her seat. “Now Lt Akaba you asked about section 31.” And she chuckled, “I was there in their infancy and have watched them blunder, stumble and make fools of themselves and the Federation over the years. And then every 20 years or so they get someone who’s really good at what they do and the power goes to their head. Are they bothering you?”
Rende, CO

“Of course…” He stated, her species lived for centuries. It was conceivable that some would have been present for the birth of the Federation and co-currently, Section 31. His own dark eyes responded to flash of hate with exhaustion, he was used to this reaction but he was so tired of it. The look of what could be described as sadness passed over his face before he regained his composure. Did everyone just expect him to flip a switch and start assimilating left and right? “Are they bothering me…? I’m not sure if it’s as an organization, but one of those prodigious individuals who lets the power go to their head is. My father, Captain Leo Akaba lost grip over what could be termed his sanity, my mother was assimilated and I came a little too close to it for comfort. The experience broke his morals, ethics and scruples, it made him perfect for the organization as he became very good at what they did, falling away from Starfleet. He’s driven by a monomanical desire for revenge against the Collective, and Section 31 believes that my technology would be a vital asset. I came here to escape further potential imprisonment, he attacked the previous Viking several years ago. If you desire proof, there should be logs in my database and that of Captain Nakuto. He came here, brutalized my friends and abducted me to harvest my nanoprobes to further upgrade his ship into a weapon of war.” He stated, the more he went on the more the pain became visible on his face.

“And despite what the Lieutenant Commander thinks, I’m not another emotionless automaton. The Viking was my home for many years, some of my best friends served here and it hurts that they’re not here right now. I even had a romantic partner, someone else who knew the duplicity of Section 31. He was called John, and I still miss him very dearly.” At the mention of John, his plating-webbed fingers fiddled with a small ring on his ring finger.

Lieutenant j.g. Reira Akaba (Science)

Peter cocked his head as if in mild surprise at his accusation but turned his attention to the Captain “John McHarrie, he was a seeming prisoner of one Matthew Grimshaw Just over two years ago” He said calmly and ignored the Scientists comment, Grimshaw was not a very known name but he worked under the assumption that the Captain was at least aware of the man’s history, his prison sentence, and subsequent escape. He had been omitted from the casualty list from the Vikings destruction a few months ago officially but Starfleet Intelligence had been notified “He still carried your pendant then” He said with a slow turn of his head to Akaba, he had purposefully avoided the man when they served together for his own reasons but Nakuto trusted Akaba and Peter trusted her.

He turned a calm gaze back at the Captain “Akaba was a trusted and liked member of the crew for a long time both before I returned to the Viking and after.” He stated matter-of-factly “I can’t vouch for where he was or what happened until now I had assumed he had perished with the Viking” He paused for a moment “Both Captain’s Ravenfall and Nakuto, your predecessors” He explained unnecessarily “trusted him and I trusted them” He leaned against the wall casually “And from what I understood of his situation this does not sound improbable”

CIO

Eldorin rolled his shoulders back and heard a few pops in his spine. Man he was getting old. “Alright son I can’t say that Rende.....Captain Asam or I know what the Borg are like because we were far away from El-Auria when it fell and had been away for long before that. We don’t hold any grudges to them and as for the Section? We read their playbook before they ever wrote it. We know exactly how their brains worked because we had that mentality back when humans were burning oil to make their warplanes fly. Now we never joined them as it was too close to who we were when we were young and thought it best to be more on the straight and narrow.” He shifted a little, that old back of his sore and surely to make Rende chide him, but he said, “I’ll read over your file and perhaps sit down to coffee with you and chat, but you’re a valuable member of the crew like any of us and we want to make sure you’re safe. If you can get me the warp signature and specs of his ship I can ensure you that this old engineer turned security chief has a few tricks up his sleeve he won’t see coming.

Eldorin, CoS

Rende listened quietly to the information around her. She could not possibly conceive of how a parent could torture their own child like that and it made her blood boil. The agonizingly slow drum of her nails on the arm of her chair would be the only indication of the anger that was building. “Alright Lt first and foremost I want you to regenerate. Then I expect you to report to sickbay, and Lt Sharvi, for a complete exam to determine that you are in good health and that there are no lasting medical side effects from your....father’s treatment. Then you will also report to Lt Cmdr Karczak, the ship’s counselor. For obvious reasons. After that you will make yourself available to assist Lt Asam. Asam get with Woods and Stone on your tricks.” She turned to Sigmundsson, “I want you to find out everything about the current whereabouts of Matthew Grimshaw. I don’t want to assume he’s not connected and be blindsided. As well as this John McHarrie and Leo Akaba. If they sneeze only at 2 pm on a Thursday during a blue moon I want to know it.” Finally she turned back to Akaba, “You are safe here, Lt. I promise you that. And if they should be so stupid as to come after this ship again, they will find the prey turned into the preditor.” She leaned forward, resting her fore arms flat on the table. “I might be very very old, but I didn’t get that way by being an easy target.” She glanced at the console in front of her, “Your quarters are ready: Deck 5 section 11J room 546. Go get rested, Lt.” After he left Rende looked Peter and Eldorin, “Thoughts?”
Rende, CO

“Understood… As for Lieutenant Sigmundsson’s mission, I can give a more detailed profile on John and Leo if requested, though my dealings with Grimshaw were limited to recovering John.” Akaba offered, the idea of talking to the counselor sent shivers down his cyborg spine. It was necessary, but that didn’t mean it was going to be pleasant, retreading the memories he tried to forget for the sake of his own sanity. He and Leo had fought many times, too diametrically opposed to come to a peaceful resolution. As for how a “father” could do that to their child… Reira had come to an epiphany years ago. Leo hadn’t seen him as his child since the assimilation. The Reira back then and the Reira of the present day were too different, so it was easier to write him off as just another drone. He probably mourned his child self, like he mourned his mother… And what would she say to the Leo of the present day? Likely… disgust. Shame, perhaps even a similar terror to what he felt when he stared into those eyes so similar to his. “Understood.” He nodded, soon arriving at his new quarters. Double checking the alcove, not doubting Stone’s skills but rather out of habit, he nodded. “100% efficiency…” He stated approvingly, sliding into the horizontally-oriented alcove. Doing it standing up made him feel too much like a drone, this was more comfortable as he replicated the blanket in his personal files. It even smelled right, the same one his mother made for him over 2 decades prior…

“Oka-san!” The small boy stated, tugging on the Chief Science Officer’s pants. “Reira, what are you- It’s bedtime, isn’t it?” The chocolate-haired woman stated, picking Reira up. She was going to have dinner with Leo in 10 minutes, her shift was finally over… But she could be efficient. “Ensign, would you mind looking over the scan? I promised Reira I’d put him to bed tonight.” Sayuri asked with a nervous smile, thankful at the nod in response. “Okay. One bedtime story and one glass of milk.” She stated, the small boy nodding in response. So long as she was there, it didn’t matter how many bedtime stories there were.

Tugging the blanket a little closer and smelling it, the replicated blanket still carried hints of her perfume from the scan. “Computer… Begin regeneration cycle.” Reira stated, hearing the beep in response as the world went to black, his fading thoughts wondering if she was regenerating too, out there.

Lieutenant j.g. Reira Akaba (Science)


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