U.S.S. Hyperion - 11502.16, Mission #39

"Reflections"


 

<GD_CJ>

SUMMARY: Sabotage! Someone has disabled the Hyperion's communications array, and they're still on the ship. Who is it? Where are they? Will they do any more damage? Find out... nowish!

 

<GD_CJ>

<<<Resume>>>

 

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Rotates her shoulder gingerly, assessing the damage and her immediate use of it, before grabbing a phaser, and the knife from her belt::

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::glances over at the psychopath strapped down to the biobed, resisting the urge to go over and shoot him point blank, in spite of the hippocratic oath::

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

::stands before the viewscreen, his hands behind his back:: NAV: Nice and easy, Ensign Gunn. You are piloting one of the fastest ships in the fleet...we'll be fine.

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::taps the last controls, a final diagnostic::

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

<Wick>

::sniffles lightly, trying to blink back tears::

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

CO: We have comms back, sort of. One minute to spare.

 

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Looks over at the man strapped to the table, gritting her teeth to resist interrogating him immediately regarding the intrusion, and instead stands, and heads towards the exit of SB:: MED: You'll have extra security sent to you. You okay with that?

 

<NAV_Ens_Gunn>

::Looks of his console at the CO and says:: CO: Aye Sir, we are at warp 9

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

::stands at the tactical console, trying out the comm fix::

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

:glares at the prisoner, narrowing her eyes::

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

::turns to Sara:: AXO: Why on Earth does Admiral Blackthorne get a slipstream drive and I don't?

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

OPS: Thank you Commander, contact Admiral Walker.

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

CTO: Perfectly fine with that.. I would appreciate it very much

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

::frowns some:: CO: Well, there's the whole Admiral thing, for one...

 

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Gives Rousseau a quick smile:: MED: Thanks for the medical care, it's the least I can do.

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::initiates the comm connection to Admiral Walker:: CO: Aye, sir. Contacting the Admiral.

 

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Heads out of sickbay, and makes her way to the bridge, constantly on her guard::

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

::shrugs and turns back to the viewscreen:: AXO: Get me a sitrep on the vessels following us. And prepare the ship for combat.

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::resends the comms request:: CO: No response. I've added some urgent tags.

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::smiles back at Feyna as she leaves sickbay::

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

OPS: Try the Bremen, we can trust Captain Griffiths.

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::changes the comms request:: CO: Aye. Contacting the Bremen.

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::rubs her temple, finding it difficult to focus - the recent incident running on repeat through her head::

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::frowns:: CO: We're definitely on the comms network, but no response from the Bremen either.

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Leaves the access shaft and walks down the corridor to engineering, rifle raised as he looks out for his team.::

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

OPS: Can you patch into one of the Klingon satellites in the region?

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::flexes his fingers:: CO: On it, sir. ::starts rapidfire typing::

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

::frowns some:: CO: I'm not reading any ships in pursuit, sir...

 

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Arrives on the bridge with a swish of the turbolift doors:: CO: Captain, you requested my presence ::Rotates her shoulder again to stop it stiffening up::

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::settles her tactical belt around her waist, glad for that plus the extra security::

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

AXO: I doubt that's the case Commander. Scan for tachyon emissions?

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

::turns to Joanne:: CTO: Jo, how's the shoulder?

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

::runs the scan:: CO: Nothing... but I'll keep looking.

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

::nods::

 

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Waves the question off:: CO: Not worth worrying about. We have bigger problems

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::goes through la mise en place for casualties. Equipping each biobed with trauma kits, hyposprays, extra medications, activates isolation field around ICU biobed::

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

::nods in agreement:: CTO: Arm everyone on the Bridge please, and station guards at every access point.

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::mutters in Klingon, their system is particularly robust::

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

::puts his hand on Gunn's shoulder:: NAV: How's the core holding up ?

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::blinks at the text comm, trying to trace it:: CO: Captain. Incoming text communication. Unknown origin. Reads: 289.048.

 

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Walks away without responding, heading to the nearest ammunition locker to collect inventory, whilst mentally assigning the Tac team to access points::

 

<NAV_Ens_Gunn>

CO: We can maintain warp 9 but nothing over that Sir.

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

::looks up at Lyon:: OPS: Run it through stellar cartography.

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

NAV: That will do for now. Thank you Ensign.

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::He can see the entrance to engineering, but not his team. Continues to approach slowly::

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::runs the information, putting the result on the screen:: CO: On screen. ::returns to hacking the Klingon satellite::

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

::looks at the data::

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

AXO: Sara, try getting HQ on the line. Tell them what has happened and what we found...

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

CO: Aye, sir. ::preps a message for HQ::

 

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Hands out the weaponry to the bridge officers, before going back to her station, and sending out the new assignments to her team, ensuring that weaker points were covered::

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Taps his commbadge and whispers into it:: *Sec*: Evans....T'Varr....Roberto.... Where the HELL are you guys?

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::reaches down to pull his phaser from the ankle holster and places it in the cup holder, one hand keeping on typing::

 

ACTION: A starmap displays on the viewscreen as the computer tries to extrapolate coordinates from the message. It ends up showing a point in Romulan space.

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::wordlessly accepts the weapon from Joanne, placing the weapon his his belt holster::

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

::takes a phaser from Jo and attaches it to his belt::

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

OPS: Where is that?

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Robert and T'Varr can be seen sprinting down the corridor to Soule. He stares at them speechless::

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::glances up at the screen:: CO: Romulan space, checking location. Also no luck on the Klingon comsats.

 

<NAV_Ens_Gunn>

:: Looks at Joanne:: CTO: Thanks but I all ready have one :: Smiles::

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

OPS: Have your department work on it, we must get word back somehow.

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

SECs: Th'fuck is Evans?

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

::stares at the map::

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::makes sure that all of the medical staff have their tactical belts on and ready::

 

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Gives Gunn a look:: NAV: Take another.

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

::shakes her head at the screen:: CO: Coordinates... coordinates doesn't make sense. 289...

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::gives up on his hacking and turns his attention to the stellar cartography:: CO: That is near the Rator system, well inside the Romulan border. ::sends the order to his staff to keep trying to get into the Klingon comsats::

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

::looks over at Sara:: AXO: Why?

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

OPS: What do we know about that system ?

 

<NAV_Ens_Gunn>

CTO: More the merrier I guess.

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::glances down to keep the energy distribution throughout the ship:: CO: Accessing databases.

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::taps away for a few moments:: CO: Nothing spectacular about that system. Class M world, sizable Romulan colony.

 

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Smiles a little at Gunn:: NAV: One is good, two is better

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

OPS: Military significance ?

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

CO: It's incomplete; it works in two dimensions, but not in three.

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

AXO: We have a partial match atleast.

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

OPS: How far away at warp 9?

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

SECs: You know what? Don't care... don't have time. His position in Security is now basically shagged. Are we ready?

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

CO: A heading... Overlay our course if we follow a heading of 289 mark 048.

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::runs the numbers, pausing to check the database again::

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::taps comm badge:: *CO*: Dr. Rousseau reporting in. I've got my staff armed and ready

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

AXO/OPS: Figure it out, both of you.

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

::Taps his badge:: *MED*: Thank you Doctor. I take it you are feeling better?

 

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Double checks that she's sent extra security to SB::

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::hears the aXO and changes the information on the screen to change their heading to 289 mark 048:: CO: That system is 17 days at warp 9.

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

*CO*: Much better, thanks. I'll be fine

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

*MED*: See if your attacker has any idea what's happening on the ship, or if he's just mad.

 

ACTION: A line draws across the map, leading from the Hyperion and intersecting one star system.

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

OPS: Nuvia...

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

*CO*: Understood, captain. I'll do a psych workup. I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Puts his hand out flat, expectantly awaiting the other two to do so:: SECs: These guys are black-ops, so they have advance combat and special operations training. They will show no mercy, so keep your bloody head down, and if you can take the shot.... DO NOT HESITATE.

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

CO: Heading change brings us to Nuvia.

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

::turns to look at Sara:: AXO: The soap ?

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

*MED*: Very good, Rome out.

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::gets out the psychotricorder and looks over at Wick with disgust:: Wick: Let's you and me have a little chat, shall we?

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::pulls up the information on the new system::

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

CO: You know... those masseuses on Risa? The ones with 12 fingers on each hand...

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

SECs: If we fail, our enemy have control of the heart of the ship.... if we fail the ship will fall. Any questions? Nooooo? Lets break.

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

AXO: Oh yes.....what's in that system other than masseuses ?

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::glances at the map again:: CO: Are we changing heading?

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

::shrugs:: CO: Makes more sense than violating Romulan space.

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

OPS: If you can tell me who sent that message.

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::nods at SEC officer to watch the bastard, and pulls up a chair near Wick, but not too close.::

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Raises his weapon and crouches down, nodding at T'Varr to open the door:: Self: Into the breach.....

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

NAV: Ensign Gunn, if we seperate the ship. What's the maximum speed of each section ?

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

<Wick>

::glances over to the doctor, but only briefly, averting his gaze afterwards::

 

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Really wants to be able to interrogate the prisoner in sickbay::

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::mutters to himself:: Self: I have more chance divorcing my husband and marrying you than findin out where that message came from.

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::aloud:: CO: I'm working on it, sir. ::takes the message apart::

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

OPS: You can buy me a drink later, Commander. But I need something !

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

Wick: So, tell me all about what made you do this... and please, don't leave anything out.

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

CO: Aye, sir. ::analyses the message headers, trying to trace it's route to the ship::

 

<NAV_Ens_Gunn>

CO: When the ship is 100% max speed is warp 9.6 for each section.

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::begins scanning Wick with Psychotricorder, looking for things like psychotropic drugs, markers for Schizophrenia, etc.::

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

NAV: Prepare separation procedure..

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Takes the first few steps in, waving T'Varr and Roberto to go down either side of him, whilst he goes up the middle. Everything seems fine so far. Soule's eyes rapidly scanning the room::

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::frowns, something about the pattern starting to look familiar:: CO: Sir, don't pick out china patterns yet, but whomever sent the message was working very hard at staying off the official channels. An old intelligence trick, but I still have no indication of origin::

 

ACTION: The crew in Engineering give the tactical team odd looks.

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

OPS: Would the Section use it ?

 

<NAV_Ens_Gunn>

CO: At Warp speed, I thought you'll never ask :: Starts to make ready for seperation at warp speed::

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::GIves his own odd looks:: Self: This isn't good.....

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

::smiles at Gunn::

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::shakes his head:: CO: Unlikely, sir. They have other means, some would call it nefarious. I have other descriptors.

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

AXO: Get command crews on the other Bridges

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

ENG: Whats your status down here?

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

OPS: Then we have no choice but to follow the rabbit.

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

ENG: Is everyone accounted for? No one missing, no one new?

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

OPS: Send the coordinates to Ensign Gunn and sections B and C.

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

<ENG_Amon>

TAC: Not that I've noticed.

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::smiles:: CO: It would appear that we have been designated Alice in this story. ::sends the information to the three NAV sections:: Coordinates sent, sir.

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

CO: Do you want me on one of them, sir?

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

<Wick>

::swallows hard:: MED: I can't talk about it.

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

Wick: Tell me, who is this Amon?

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

AXO: No, Beta and Gamma shifts are well prepared. I need you here Sara.

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

ENG: I didn't catch your name crewman?

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

<ENG_Amon>

::Sighs:: TAC: Do you have nothing better to do?

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

::nods, and sends the orders::

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

ENG: I'm doing a full sweep of engineering and it's personel and wont be leaving anytime soon. What is your name crewman?

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

NAV: Do you have the coordinates, Ensign ?

 

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Looks up from her station, as she was analysing Wick's movements prior to sickbay::

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

Wick: You need to talk about it, crewman.. Amon will be angry with you if you don't.

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Is getting a strange feeling from this guy.::

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

<ENG_Amon>

::rolls his eyes:: Amon Zas, Crewman 2nd class. Now if you'll excuse me, I've an EPS junction to recalibrate. ::grabs a maintenance kit::

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

<Wick>::blinks out a few tears:: MED: He told me not to tell.

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::'AMON IS GOD':: Self: Amon. ::Puts finger on stun button of rifle:: ENG: Friend of Crewman Wick?

 

<NAV_Ens_Gunn>

CO: Aye Sir but splitting the ship in 3 parts can be bad for combat but with the command part I can maneuver more easily but at a lack of firepower :: Sets in the cords and final prep for separation::

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

<ENG_Amon>

::furrows his brow:: TAC: Who? Look, I really need to get this done. ::starts to head off::

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

NAV: I think we need strength in numbers, Ensign. Thank you for your input. Start the procedure.

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

ENG: Stop Amon!

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::can't help but smile at his own excitement at the ship separating into three pieces::

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

Wick: ::putting on her most pleasant face:: I need you to tell me.. can you do that for me? Please, try. You're in no danger here.

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

NAV: As soon as we're clear, have all sections head to Nuvia, maximum warp.

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

<ENG_Amon>

::curses and draws a phaser from the kit, aiming it at the warp core::

 

<NAV_Ens_Gunn>

CO: Aye Sir. :: Starts separation::

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Fire rifle at his firing arm>::

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

<Wick>

MED: He... he told me you were bad people. That I had to stop you.

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

Wick: ::sounding soothing:: Stop us from doing what?

 

ACTION: Amon is hit as he fires, the shot going wide of the core. The phaser skitters across the deck.

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Charges at Amon::

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::breathes, inwardly calming herself::

 

ACTION: Blue Alert sounds through the ship as the Hyperion prepares to separate.

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

<Wick>

MED: He said you wanted to destroy the Federation... ::swallows once more::

 

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Glances to one side at a separate console:: CO: Captain, there has been phaser fire in ME. Two shots.

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::sends final orders to the OPS staff on the two sections::

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

CTO: Find out what's happening down there!

 

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Taps her badge:: *TAC*: Douglas, report.

 

ACTION: Amon attempts to flee, but is hit in the face by a nearby engineer, setting him up to be tackled and driven to the ground by Soule.

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Dump tackles Amon to the ground, forcing him onto his stomach and twisting his arms behind his back.::

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

Wick: ::smiles kindly at Wick, remaining calm:: Tell me, why would we want to destroy the Federation?

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

<Wick>

::thinks, breathing heavily:: MED: I... I don't know...

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::glances up at the report of shots in main engineering::

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

::waits for the ship to seperate completely, his stomach rumbling::

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Taps commbadge quickly before regaining hold of Amon:: *CTO*: I have who's responsible for the incident in sickbay. He tried to destroy the core.

 

ACTION: The Hyperion begins to separate, the 1st and 3rd sections smoothly unlocking from the 2nd. One vessel becomes three, and take aim for the Nuvia system.

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

*CTO*: A Crewman Amon.

 

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

*TAC*: Take him to the brig. I'm pretty sure the Captain will be very interested ::Looks over at Rome::

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

::looks up:: CTO: Interrogate him....use whatever legal means.

 

<NAV_Ens_Gunn>

CO: Serparation complete Sir, now going for the Nuvia system maximum warp.

 

ACTION: Amon puts up surprisingly little resistance, though he begins to convulse after a moment.

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

NAV: Well done, Ensign. Keep me updated. ::moves to sit down::

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

Wick: It's all right, crewman, you can tell me.

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

*CTO*: I have strict orders not to leave engineering ma'am. I'll need an escort team to come get him.

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::pulls up Amon's personnel jacket:: CO: Sir, Amon has been on board for months. Tracking his service history.

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::sends the information to Joanne's console::

 

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

CO: Want me to handle Amon personally?

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

OPS: Tell me who sponsored him for this assignment, run their history too.

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

CTO: Intimately.

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

CO: On it. ::delves into the ship's records::

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::appears to look really interested in what Wick has to say::

 

ACTION: White foam begins spilling from Amon's mouth, as his convulsions become more violent under Ensign Douglas.

 

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::rolls her shoulder again, and gets ready to leave the bridge to ME to collect Amon from Douglas::

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

Self: What The....... ::Turns him over:: ALL: GET A MEDICAL KIT....NOW. ::Tries to assess the situation.::

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

<Wick>

::shakes his head:: MED: He just said you had to be stopped, and I... I just... ::furrows his brow:: I accepted it.

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

<ENG_Asante>

::pulls out a tricorder as someone goes to grab a medkit::

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

Self: He's poisoned himself. How did he poison himself.... ::Rams hand down Amon's throat::

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::sighs, and nods:: Wick: He must have been very convincing for you to just accept it

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

Amon: Spit it up you bastard!!!!

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

AXO: Start tactical drills on all sections.

 

ACTION: Amon's eyes roll back into his head, and he dies with Soule's hand down his throat.

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

<Wick>

::shakes his head:: MED: It's not right. Something... there was something wrong.

 

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::pulls Amon's file apart, looking for the information the Captain wants::

 

<NAV_Ens_Gunn>

CO: All sections are running smoothly and the warp bubble is stable around them Sir, sometimes I surprise myself.

 

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

Wick: What was wrong?

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

Self: No No No No NOOOO!!!

 

<CO_Captain_Rome>

::smiles:: NAV: Very good, Ensign.

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

<ENG_Asante>

::frowns:: TAC: He swallowed a cyanide capsule. There was nothing you could do...

 

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Arrives on the right floor, and quickly enters ME, looking at the chaos on the engineering floor:: TAC: What the hell happened here?!

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Stands up, looking frustrated:: CTO: I fucking knew he'd try to do that..... How..........

 

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

ENG: Was it in his teeth?

 

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

TAC: If you knew, then why didn't you stop him ::Can't hold in her sigh:: You can report this to the Captain.

 

<AXO_Cmdr_Sumner>

<<<Pause>>>


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