[Krajin]

Staff Meeting - Deck 1 Briefing Room - Stardate 58370.2 - July 18, 2381 - 03:30

Lt. Commander, I will answer you under one condition, that after I tell you what I know... you will never ask me to use my abilities again. I no longer want any part of intruding into alien minds or knowing the terrible urges of their consciousness...

Staff Meeting - Deck 1 Briefing Room - Stardate 58370.2 - July 18, 2381 - 03:30

Thane considered for a moment and then responds "I cannot promise this. I will not promise this. While I will not force you to employ your abilities, I can empathize with your concerns as an active telepath myself. Right now we are on a limited time where this entire ship is in danger due to the presence of parasites that infect hosts and the easiest way to find them. Is to hunt for their presence amidst the sea of the crew. Not reading their thoughts or delving into the dark recesses of their minds. Just.. see them like an orange spot amidst a sea of blue." He explains. "I will not push on this however and I would prefer a time when we are not under the gun. To discuss this further. If you are comfortable with it beyond a file."

Thane glances off to his left a moment and then back to the Officer. "However if you have other suggestions for finding them beyond sensory, physical inspections and close up tricorder scans. I am all ears."

((Simm))

[LogicalLeopard]

Bridge - Deck 1 - Stardate 58370.2 - July 18, 2381 - 03:30

I ordered the rest of the crew off the Bridge until we could contain the target. Lt. Wales was killed by the host, Sir. The Parasite was controlling Ensign Kowalski when it fired upon Lt. Wales.Target has been neutralized Sir, we also have a live specimen. We are going to take it to DECK 7 to secure it... with your permission?

"Granted." He proceeded to the command chair, with a grimace etched in his mouth and jaw. It never got easier. He tried not to look as they removed Wales from the bridge. And Kowalski....he had already been through so much recently....

Turning his attention back to the operations of the ship, he spoke to the relief officer who slid into the helm chair. "Helm, set course to intercept the unknown Dominion vessel at the edge of the system, full impulse. Set condition to Yellow Alert." To the tactical officer on bridge duty, he asked, "Can you give me an estimate of how fast those torpedoes can be loaded?"

[Kiflin]

DECK 7 - SICKBAY - Stardate 58370.2 - July 18, 2381 - 04:00

Christine held her close in a comforting embrace, just letting her sob. "It's okay," she said quietly, "you're safe now." Christine stayed at the officer's side for a bit. Unbidden thought running through her head. Suddenly, she had an idea. A memory of some sort of talk her & her dad had about knock-out gasses. "Doc," she said, "would any type of knock-out agent work on certain lifeforms, but not others?"

Well we are still learning about this new species... there's much we do not yet know or understand. What could knock out most sentient beings may actually act like caffeine to our alien prisoner. We really don't have a clear understanding of what we are dealing with here!


Calm down... Listen... give us more time Lt. to finish conducting our research, then we will see what we can find out and get back to you.

Thane considered for a moment and then responds "I cannot promise this. I will not promise this. While I will not force you to employ your abilities, I can empathize with your concerns as an active telepath myself. Right now we are on a limited time where this entire ship is in danger due to the presence of parasites that infect hosts and the easiest way to find them. Is to hunt for their presence amidst the sea of the crew. Not reading their thoughts or delving into the dark recesses of their minds. Just.. see them like an orange spot amidst a sea of blue." He explains. "I will not push on this however and I would prefer a time when we are not under the gun. To discuss this further. If you are comfortable with it beyond a file."

Thane glances off to his left a moment and then back to the Officer. "However if you have other suggestions for finding them beyond sensory, physical inspections and close up tricorder scans. I am all ears."

Looking away and biting her bottom lip... Doctor Lt. Sheldon closed her eyes and shook her head. Everytime she used her ability the images she wanted desperately to forget came rushing back to be relived again. She saw her parents again... embracing each other. Her father smiled as the only people that really mattered in her entire life were interlocked and standing near the viewport. It was time for school and her friend Mark had just entered the room to walk with her to morning class. She grabbed her lunch kit and backpack and smiled at her mom and dad before telling them she was going.

Usually she would get a kiss from both of them before she left for school, but today she saw how much they loved each other and she didn't want to interrupt their moment. As she walked out and just before the doors in synchronicity dashed to meet each other she turned around to see her parents both turn their heads quickly back from her to the viewport. She turned around and continued to walk alongside her friend as they began doing what most children did, run.

Not more then a few seconds later she lost her footing and was thrown 5 feet forward landing awkwardly on her side as the space station lurched, and spasmed. She turned to see that her friend Mark was laying a few feet in front of her unconcious. She attempted to get to her feet but she was thrown back down by another violent tremor. Then she felt herself being picked up off the cold flooring. She realized as she turned to see her rescuer that he had for pips on his right side below his neck. "Don't worry my child, I will make sure that you are ok." Daddy always said that 4 pips meant the Captain.

The black, bald, and goateed man ran and picked up Mark as well putting both children on either of his shoulders. Running at a full sprint despite holding Mark and her. She could hear someone speaking out of his object on his chest. They mentioned the number of her corridor and that it was compromised. She hated that word. Adults always used big words to describe something bad. And this was the worst... because it meant she would never see her parents again.

Still closing her eyes as she felt her tears beginning to flow she addressed her Lt. Commander once again. "This is the last time I ever do this... the creature is on deck 4, Jeffree's tube. It's next victim killed himself before it could get attached to his neck... I believe it was NCO Hansen.... it's wounded and cannot get out... it's a telepath... trying to fight me... but I am too strong for it... it's dying.... it's young very young... hurry Lt. Commander or you won't save it."

CO Ready Room - Deck 1 - Stardate 58370.2 - July 18, 2381 - 04:00



As Lt. Frov ceased thinking about what the Captain had mentioned to him and began to make his stride over to the exit doors there was a sound indicating a new transmission upon Captain Bliiqs non locked datapad. Intrigued Frov took two steps to actually be in position to read the message. "Pending his approval and crew placement Lt. Commander Krajin will be given command of the USS Nakamura 26531..." After turning away from the screen he walked through the doors with a quick stride. Believing he had done the most on starship by far and was worthy of a commission himself as his rage bubbled over, Frov couldn't help but sneer.

[Josh Broughm]

DECK 7 - SICKBAY - Stardate 58370.2 - July 18, 2381 - 04:00

Well we are still learning about this new species... there's much we do not yet know or understand. What could knock out most sentient beings may actually act like caffeine to our alien prisoner. We really don't have a clear understanding of what we are dealing with here!


Calm down... Listen... give us more time Lt. to finish conducting our research, then we will see what we can find out and get back to you.

Christine nodded. She couldn't help any more. She patted the ensign on the shoulder, then headed for the door. Then, a vague memory came into focus. Almost like a soft voice in her ear. She gave me a rather subtle come hither look when we first met. I don't know how Caymen didn't catch it. The memory swam to her like a guppy. "Doc," She said, "I think my dad has some files on these creatures. Don't ask how I know, as its a personal matter."

((SIMM))

[Krajin]

Looking away and biting her bottom lip... Doctor Lt. Sheldon closed her eyes and shook her head. Everytime she used her ability the images she wanted desperately to forget came rushing back to be relived again. She saw her parents again... embracing each other. Her father smiled as the only people that really mattered in her entire life were interlocked and standing near the viewport. It was time for school and her friend Mark had just entered the room to walk with her to morning class. She grabbed her lunch kit and backpack and smiled at her mom and dad before telling them she was going.

Usually she would get a kiss from both of them before she left for school, but today she saw how much they loved each other and she didn't want to interrupt their moment. As she walked out and just before the doors in synchronicity dashed to meet each other she turned around to see her parents both turn their heads quickly back from her to the viewport. She turned around and continued to walk alongside her friend as they began doing what most children did, run.

Not more then a few seconds later she lost her footing and was thrown 5 feet forward landing awkwardly on her side as the space station lurched, and spasmed. She turned to see that her friend Mark was laying a few feet in front of her unconscious. She attempted to get to her feet but she was thrown back down by another violent tremor. Then she felt herself being picked up off the cold flooring. She realized as she turned to see her rescuer that he had for pips on his right side below his neck. "Don't worry my child, I will make sure that you are ok." Daddy always said that 4 pips meant the Captain.

The black, bald, and goateed man ran and picked up Mark as well putting both children on either of his shoulders. Running at a full sprint despite holding Mark and her. She could hear someone speaking out of his object on his chest. They mentioned the number of her corridor and that it was compromised. She hated that word. Adults always used big words to describe something bad. And this was the worst... because it meant she would never see her parents again.

Still closing her eyes as she felt her tears beginning to flow she addressed her Lt. Commander once again. "This is the last time I ever do this... the creature is on deck 4, Jeffree's tube. It's next victim killed himself before it could get attached to his neck... I believe it was NCO Hansen.... it's wounded and cannot get out... it's a telepath... trying to fight me... but I am too strong for it... it's dying.... it's young very young... hurry Lt. Commander or you won't save it."

Staff Meeting - Deck 1 Briefing Room - Stardate 58370.2 - July 18, 2381 - 04:00

Thane listened to Dr Sheldon, he truly did appreciate this and found someone with considerable telepathic potential. He picked up on the brief imprints, the pain and the images of her memories as they rode to the surface so suddenly. It took a moment, just a little for Thane to understand and compartmentalise it for later. "Will do! Thank you! You are more than welcome to come along and assist. Or take time with the Counsellor." Thane taps his Commbadge and starts for the nearest turbolift at a sprint. "I need Security and Medical to Deck 4, Jefferies tube. Bring a containment unit and requisite tools for an emergency extraction. The creature is currently in a host who killed themselves before it could take control. We need it alive, be aware it is telepathic capable."

Thane entered the Turbolift "Deck Four!" Now.. once on the deck he would be there.. what would he find? As he focused his own telepathy to try and home in on the creature.

((Simm))

[Nesta]

Deck 11-10 - Turbolift - Stardate 58370.2 - 18 JULY, 2381 - 04:00

Lieutenant Commander R’Turan had done many things in his life. Hunting one of these parasite worms was not one of them. He had been on his way to the bridge to report to Commander Bliqs for a new assignment from his previous task on deck 17 when this crisis struck. And now, while on the way to the bridge, Lt Commander Thane’s voice echoed over the USS Fearless’ intercom.

"I need Security and Medical to Deck 4, Jefferies tube. Bring a containment unit and requisite tools for an emergency extraction. The creature is currently in a host who killed themselves before it could take control. We need it alive, be aware it is telepathic capable."

R’Turan had spent some time with the Ferasan exchange Officer, even if their formal duties made this somewhat difficult: the Tactical department was always busy. He found it admirable that the Ferasan FDF officer had volunteered for the exchange program, as he knew that it was a decided shift from the ruthless, feudalist inter-clan politics and warfare of the Klingon Empire, to the peaceful nature of the Federation and hierarchic cooperation of its Starfleet.

One bright yellow eye—opposite a blind one—narrowed faintly, his ears flicked to the side as a nonverbal acknowledgement of Va’rek’s orders, and the black-furred Lieutenant Commander R’Turan tapped his combadge once and purred in his usual stern tone: “Understood, sir. I’m on my way, shall lock down the deck,” and a claw tapped his combadge again, severing the link to the ship’s intercom. A brief shiver went through his whiskers as the Caitian considered this situation for a moment like a tactician would a battlefield. “Deck Four,” He instructed the computer, and the lift whirred into action. “Computer, lock all doors on deck four, no entry or exit without clearance codes equal to or greater than my own. Authorisation: R’Turan-Epsilon-9-2-5.”

And again he pressed his combadge. “R’Turan to sickbay.” His long, black tail gently flicked from side to side behind him in authoritative impatience, and he waited for a reply, and for a moment he wondered what he might find awaiting him on Deck Four, which held the Quarters of the Non-Commissioned-Officers, the Enlisted Crew Mess Hall, and the Galley of the USS Fearless. He'd not frequented this part of the ship too often, so he wasn't quite sure what to expect. It unnerved him faintly, but duty called.

((Tag: Krajin, SIMM, Sickbay))

[Kiflin]

DECK 4 - - Stardate 58370.2 - July 18, 2381 - 04:30

"I need Security and Medical to Deck 4, Jefferies tube. Bring a containment unit and requisite tools for an emergency extraction. The creature is currently in a host who killed themselves before it could take control. We need it alive, be aware it is telepathic capable."

“Understood, sir. I’m on my way, shall lock down the deck,” and a claw tapped his combadge again, severing the link to the ship’s intercom. A brief shiver went through his whiskers as the Caitian considered this situation for a moment like a tactician would a battlefield. “Deck Four,” He instructed the computer, and the lift whirred into action. “Computer, lock all doors on deck four, no entry or exit without clearance codes equal to or greater than my own. Authorisation: R’Turan-Epsilon-9-2-5.”

Several seconds after the arrival of Lt. Commander Thane, several security officers emerge from the parting doors of the turbolift led by Lt. Gavin Fav. Approximately 6 security officers followed by one Bridge Officer accompany him. Lt. Fav signals with his hands motioning the Officers to station at the doorway of each of the rooms upon the Deck 4. Once each officer is in position Lt. Gavin nods to give the approval for the remaining officers to walk towards the Jefferies Tube which ultimately connects to the Shuttle Cargo Bay on Deck 4. With phaser rifle drawn the security officer notices that the door has been locked...


Sir, someone has locked the door with a security code. It is a higher clearance level than my own. We will need your assistance to proceed.


I'm getting a faint reading already... two lifeforms... but one has a very strange energy spectrum... they seem to be moving towards the Shuttle Cargo Bay!


DECK 7 - SICKBAY - Stardate 58370.2 - July 18, 2381 - 04:30

She gave me a rather subtle come hither look when we first met. I don't know how Caymen didn't catch it. The memory swam to her like a guppy. "Doc," She said, "I think my dad has some files on these creatures. Don't ask how I know, as its a personal matter."She gave me a rather subtle come hither look when we first met. I don't know how Caymen didn't catch it. The memory swam to her like a guppy. "Doc," She said, "I think my dad has some files on these creatures. Don't ask how I know, as its a personal matter."

Any information that you believe would be helpful to us you are more than welcome to share, Lt. Urquhart. Pardon me, but... just who is your dad?

“R’Turan to sickbay.”

Sickbay here, how can we assist you?

[Josh Broughm]

DECK 7 - SICKBAY - Stardate 58370.2 - July 18, 2381 - 04:30

Any information that you believe would be helpful to us you are more than welcome to share, Lt. Urquhart. Pardon me, but... just who is your dad?

Christine looked at her and said, "Admiral Josh Broughm, Starfleet Medical specialist in command of the Infectious Disease Rapid Response unit. I recall him mentioning that he first encountered these things in one of his first missions on the August...I think." She had to think for a moment on the memory. "Sorry, but my memory is....for a lack of a better term...♥♥♥♥."

((SIMM))

[Krajin]

DECK 4 - - Stardate 58370.2 - July 18, 2381 - 04:30

Several seconds after the arrival of Lt. Commander Thane, several security officers emerge from the parting doors of the turbolift led by Lt. Gavin Fav. Approximately 6 security officers followed by one Bridge Officer accompany him. Lt. Fav signals with his hands motioning the Officers to station at the doorway of each of the rooms upon the Deck 4. Once each officer is in position Lt. Gavin nods to give the approval for the remaining officers to walk towards the Jefferies Tube which ultimately connects to the Shuttle Cargo Bay on Deck 4. With phaser rifle drawn the security officer notices that the door has been locked...


Sir, someone has locked the door with a security code. It is a higher clearance level than my own. We will need your assistance to proceed.


I'm getting a faint reading already... two lifeforms... but one has a very strange energy spectrum... they seem to be moving towards the Shuttle Cargo Bay!

DECK 4 - - Stardate 58370.2 - July 18, 2381 - 04:30

Thane had made his way down to that very same deck with the security team as quickly as he could. Getting his Disruptor drawn and setting it to stun, he glanced to the Officer as he was told about the life forms and that the door had been locked. =^="Bridge, lock down the shuttle bay doors so none can take a shuttle to flee or vent.=^=

Glancing to his team he nodded to the officers "Alright. Weapons to stun, be ready and advance on the shuttle bay. Computer, Override Security seal Authorization: Thane 7-2-9-Omega-4." The moment the door would open, Thane readied himself to enter, the Security officers going ahead to do their jobs while he covered the rear.

((Simm))

[Nesta]

Deck 4 - Stardate 58370.2 - 18 JULY, 2381 - 04:00

"Sickbay here, how can we assist you?"

As the turbo lift engaged and whirred to life towards Deck 4, R’Turan purred quietly and replied to Medical, his tone contained and ready. “Send a medical team to Deck 4, on orders of Lieutenant Commander Thane. Bring tools for immediate extraction: we have a parasitic being inside a member of personnel that needs to be extracted. Be aware: it is telepathic.” Pressing his combadge again, R’Turan stepped aside and out of the turbo-lift, unlocked the door in front of him and slowly began making his way through the corridors of Deck 4, heading to the Shuttlebay to meet up with Thane.

He pressed his combadge: “Sir. I am at Deck Four and on my way, where shall we rendezvous?” He drew his phaser as he crossed through the Jefferies Tube, he pressed a few buttons to put it to stun. Tail flicking behind him from side to side, R’Turan kept a wary eye on his surroundings in all sense of the word: acute hearing, smell, and sight were all engaged to keep the Caitian safe as he proceeded through the corridor, phaser at the ready and security training kicking in. He’d missed this. He’d very much missed this.

((Tag: Krajin, SIMM))

[Kiflin]

BRIDGE - Stardate 58370.2 - July 18, 2381 - 05:00

The Fearless came to an abrupt stop as creaking sounds caused by the brakes expressed their efforts to follow digital commands delivered from carbon based lifeforms fingers. As the officers within the bridge peered in the direction of the viewscreen they could clearly discern the derelict dominion starship mostly devoid of lights except near the rear of the tail. Immediately, Lt. Commander Sokel steps in front of the sensor station and begins to utilize it's keys...


Captain, there are no life readings upon that starship... I suggest sending an Away team to investig-- Captain? Are you ok?

Commander Bliiqs falls from his chair and rolls to a stop to lay unconscious upon the Bridge. Darting over as quickly as they could get their body to move Ensign Kelika cradles Captain Bliqs head and gently slaps his face repeatedly. Lt. Commander Sokel calmly walks over to the Command Chair and presses the ship-wide coms key... ((=^=))I am assuming Command of this vessel until Lt. Commander Thane arrives.((=^=)) ((Sits in Command Chair))


Maintain yellow alert, raise our shields and charge our phasers... whoever did this could still be here... how is the Captain, Ensign?

We need a medical crew up here now!!! The Captain is unresponsive!!!


Keep your poise Ensign, I am alerting medical now... Ensign pull out your phaser and aim at him he could be infected.


Ensign Celo has the Tricorder!! ((Panicking)) Oh my gawd!! That THING may be already on ME!!! ((drops Captain's head and begins scratching all over her body))


Dammit Ensign Kelika REMAIN calm! Now pull out your side arm and keep it on the Captain, NOW!


DECK 4 - Stardate 58370.2 - July 18, 2381 - 05:00

The 6 Security Guards maintain formation keeping their phaser rifles raised as they continued to cover each other through the now opened door. Both R Turan and Lt. Commander Thane followed in watch of the Security Officers rear. Upon entering the Shuttle Cargo bay the Security Officers witness a site that terrifies them.

Dragging his left foot while staggering towards a nearby shuttle... a body of a deceased male jerkingly steps slowly reaching out with it's right hand. A slight wail can be heard escaping it's lips. The team of Officers still in shock continue to stand in bewilderment...


Commander, what are your orders?