[Kiflin]

Personal Log, Ensign Verce' - En route to Shuttle Bay 2 Landing Bay


Current Primary Orders
Scan/Repair All Aft Defense Systems
Shields
Torpedo Launchers



Assessment of Repair Locations
DECKS 16, 18, 22, 23, 24
D17 Main Deflector Emitter & Generator, Torpedo Launch & Magazine Bay
D16 Primary Deflector & Emitter, (2)Regenerative Defense Force Field Generator Compartment, Structural Integrity Field Generator
D18 Primary Deflector Emitter & Generator
D22 Transporter Transceiver / Regenerative Defense Force Field Generator Bay
D23 Aft-Ventral Photon Torpedo Launcher & Magazine Compartment
D24 Fighter Hanger, (10)Parking Bays - Main Level

"Perhaps coming a day early which although customary to most crewman and revered by most Starship brass has not worked in my favor thus far. I didn't anticipate a Sovereign Class Starship in need of this much repair so soon. However, I am happy to have a great opportunity to assist with it's repairs.

My PADD revealed as I witnessed upon my arrival that work crews had already begun repairs upon Decks 16 and 17, which was Main Engineering. Obviously a good call by Lt. Delvok. It will be interesting to experience his process method of repairs and become familiar with his overall approach.

Notwithstanding the level of damage caused by the EMP attack, the frequency and speed of correcting it will be inherently controlled by the variable chemistry of the Engineer teams who are assigned. I made note to submit to his yet to met Lt. Devolk. The Fighter Hanger on Deck 24 would have also been likely effected by the EMP. Meaning all fighters will have be checked with a level one diagnostic..."

Jarroth grinded his teeth in eager anticipation as he realized how many hours he would need to put in to accomplish these tasks.

End of Log_

[Kiflin]

Status - Personal Log - Stardate 58370.2 - May 16, 2381 - 03:08




It had been more then 3 months since the ARES had docked above Deep Space 9. The repairs had been just about finished upon the ship. I must admit I hadn't actually been aboard DS9 before so I thought I would take the time to get familiar with my surroundings. As I set in the bar known as "Quarks" I decided to try a drink called Liquid Latinum. Even though I seldom try other people's suggestions when I drink in public, the Ferengi who was quick to introduce himself as the owner was quite entertaining during his grinning pitch.

Before I took my first sip I set there a long moment... just to deeply inhale the ambiance, and relish the moment of not being on duty. I must admit just like the drink it wasn't bad.

As I took another sip I could feel the owner's eyes on me. Turning to look in his direction he had a slight smirk on his face and as I raised my glass that smirk became a smile, as he vigorously rubbed a glass into the appearance of transparency. That's when my PADD which had been set to vibrate whirred to life. So much for being off duty. It would seem that someone had sent me a communica. Still holding my glass I typed in my code to accept the information. A video image popped up on my screen. Since my sound was muted letters appeared in sequence depicting the words of my fully recovered and former co pilot, Officer Kowalski....


Hey J, just wanted to share this with you... you aren't gonna believe what the prisoner had in one of his cases... one of the guys in Engineering who is a fan of our work sent a copy of the image our way. Check it out!

Jarroth took another slow sip before the image fully illuminated his PADD.



Universal Translator Enabled_

Implantation Successful_

Initiate Phase 2 of Plan_

Subjugation of Amalgamation now initiated_

[Kiflin]

Status - Personal Log - Stardate 58370.2 - May 23, 2381 - 07:36


It had been several days since I received the transmission from Officer Kowalski. Within minutes I contacted Lieutenant Commander Thane Va'Rek. I believed that getting his eyes on the transmission as soon as possible would be to the betterment of us all. I couldn't make heads or tails of the obviously vague and intended cryptic deciphered translation.

What did it really mean? What were we actually dealing with? Where the Orions planning something soon? I shook my head as I again found myself contemplating the message and not maintaining the cadence of my breathing. I picked a hell of a day for exercise. But I felt like it was definitely needed all things considered. I had not had a good workout since I came on board.

I wasn't alone either the entire gym was packed. Seemed like everyone was trying to center themselves because they all could sense as I did.... something was big was happening. Whatever it was it had put everyone on edge. DS9 always had ships of various sizes berthing and resupplying often. But the larger ships would mostly get priority and wouldn't take anywhere near the time as ARES had to be cleared to leave. There had also been rumors of some of the crew aboard ARES being transfered.

But what was so strange is how long the ARES had remained docked in comparison to the other starships which had passed through. Everyone turned while exercising upon hearing the wail of a new starship lurching slowly into a remaining pylon. I took a moment to dry myself as I slowed my full sprint into a slight jog to catch my escaping breath. I reached quickly to grab my water bottle filled with freezing H2O to cool back down my body temperature. As I continued my paced trot a new encompassing shadow stretched across the entire floor of the gym.

It was a galaxy class starship... I couldn't quite make out the name due to the angle of my viewpoint but I had to know. I got off the treadmill draping my towel over my right shoulder and made my way towards the transparasteel window. A group of crewmen all had the same idea but none of us could get a good look. After a few moments I made my way towards the lift joining several others.

Finding out what the new ship's name would have to wait. But I knew who the right person was that could possibly tell me the real reason why it was here. Two deep exploration ships parked at the same time couldn't just be a coincidence. Why not find out why?

[Kiflin]

DS9 - Chapter 3: Interlude

Status - Personal Log - Stardate 58467.7 - June 20, 2381 - 17:41



As I continued towards the upper docking pylon which had for over 3 months been connected to Ares, I couldn't help but think about the unusual contingent of starships docked at DS9. Something was definitely off about this situation and it would seem to me that there was a reason for the build up, and the silence. Even within the turbolift you could feel the tension. As the doors opened two security officers stopped all but me from advancing further.

Next I noticed that only official crew officers were allowed beyond the present point. Just as I was allowed to step through the lights went off. A loud explosion followed by gasps and screams in collective synchronicity swept across the deck as I was shook and thrown violently into the wall paneling. Deafening klaxons wailed slowly cutting into the pulsating ringing within my ears... just as the vacuum started.

Instinctively I clutched onto initial railing that would have lead up into a Jeffrie's tube. I've never felt so much force before... even in simulations. I screamed as my body was stretched prone in midair while I struggled to tighen my grip. Then inevitable began. A man visibly showing inaudible scream flew past me flailing his arms and legs, followed by another... this time a woman. I tried to reach out my hand but she was too far away. I will never forget the look on her face as her body was flung into darkness.

More people continued to be sucked into the far end of the compromised corridor until everyone who accompanied me within the lift and the security personel were all gone. My arms were on fire. As I screamed knowing I could not hang on any longer the force grew even more intensified. Having no more reserves of strength I finally succumbed. My body felt as if it were grapped by a hook as my ribs and spine collasped in submission. Then... absolutely nothing.

I was too scared to open my eyes. I felt as if I must have died and since I was feeling horrible pain that I must have ended up in the wrong place. Finally opening them I could see that the shield doors had came down and I must have blacked out by hitting them. Several medical officers were already working on me... telling me to relax... and that I was ok. Yeah no way I was alright. I was alive but far from it. My ribs were burning and my back felt like someone wrapped me around a pole and left me there.

Just before I lost conciousness again I could hear someone say we were attacked, and that the ARES along with two other Starships suffered significant damage from the exploding upper pylon. I couldn't help but chuckle while wearing a breathing mask. I was alive... but I imagined many were not. Whoever did this was sending a message by attacking DS9, and several starships including a Sovereign class.

One thing was for certain... my days as an ARES crewman were over.

[LogicalLeopard]

Deep Space Nine
Habitat Ring, Conference Room 4


"Captain's prerogative," Captain Jones had said, with a sad smile and wink. "Cheer up, it cant be that awful."

Oh, but it was.

Ordinarily, one wouldnt think that a presentation by the Bajoran Ministry of Travel and Commerce would be so bad. The purpose was to educate Starfleet Captains on how to best distribute their personnel for shore leave. Basically, "How to keep your crewmen from starting Intergalactic Incidents" Wartime alliances were one thing, the crews of a Galaxy class and D'Deridex class all trying to fit in at Quarks was quite another. Biiqs saw the necessity of the meeting, but the presenters were horrendously boring. Especially the lead subminister whose monotone drone resembled the lowing of a Hybornean bovine in its sixty-eighth hour of labor. The Captain must have got a heads up on him, and sent her poor First Officer to represent her at the presentation.

The amber lights that begin to pulse throughout the conference room were almost a welcome diversion, but Biiqs knew better than to think that way after half his lifetime in the Fleet. The assembled officers stared at each other for half a second before leaping to their feet and rushing toward the door. Red Alert on a starbase during peacetime could never be a good thing. In an orderly rush, they all began streaning towards the door, as the puzzled Undersecretary's chin wobbled in a silent protest he could not find the words for.


Outside in the corridor, what could have been chaos began to filter towards order. Instructions and arrows began pointing civillians to their deaignated locations. Station staff already knew where to go, and by now, designated "herders" were showing up to assist. Probably damage control teams assigned the secondary function of civilian management. The station had their system down pat. Biiqs reached a cerulean paw out to grab the shoulder of one of the herders, asking in his best officers' bark, "Report!"

"I think the station is under attack sir. At least the docked ships."

Biiqs grumbled and headed towards the nearest turbolift. He did a mental inventory of essential personnel that were on the station.

"Tarquin to Thane. Meet me back on the Ares, ASAP. Tarquin out."

((Kraijin))

Biiqs and five other officers shouldered into the same lift. A captain across from him grumbled, "Take me to the USS Sierra docking port." The car began moving. A slightly younger looking captain to his right said, "USS Galaxy docking port. Biiqs, when the other officers, his juniors, did not speak, he said to the lift. "Make the third destination the USS Ares docking port."

□= UNABLE TO COMPLY =□

"Unable to comply?" Biiqs repeated. Computer, override, authorization Tarquin Tango Alpha Five Nine.

□= UNABLE TO COMPLY. PORT ENTRANCE IS CURRENTLY EXPOSED TO VACUUM. PLEASE STAND BY UNTIL STATION COMMAND HAS DETERMINED IT SAFE FOR PERSONNEL. =□

Biiqs eyes lit with real fear. "Tarquin to Ares, Emergency transport, get me aboard now!"

It felt like an eternity before Biiqs' atoms began to coalesce into light, and he entered a fresh realm of chaos.