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Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] Storm Glass
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[ Lt Simon Tovarek | Main Sickbay | Deck 11 | USS Theurgy ]
  @Lex Dalton  @Arista @FollowTomorrow @lisavw

After helping the medical crew set up with the ORE, Tovarek helped around as much as he could. Even though he technically was a doctor he doubted he'd be of any use when it came to fleshy components. His eyes scanned the room they were in before he wondered what kind of prevention the Sickbay had in case they'd actually get boarded. His thoughts bounced around in his head as he helped with the vaccinations before something came to his mind. "Su-ka" he cursed under his breath as he looked at Parnak. The Borg audio crackled through the speakers and it was just crazy that the idea had struck into his mind just now.  "I'll be out for a moment. Need to install some pattern enhancers at the entry points of Sickbay. It could buy us time if the drones make it here." he informed the Cardassian before he rushed off out of the office of Zelosa Ejek.

He ran to a replicator to produce some of the enhancers and on his way to the main entrance of Sickbay he ran into nurse Jovela. She seemed to be checking the bio beds and offered some help when they had arrived the first time. He called out to her "Nurse Jovela, could you help me with setting up these pattern enhancers." he rushed towards towards the main entrance, hoping the nurse would follow in his wake as he began to set them up. Time was of the essence, yet Simon didn't think the Borg would made the trip down to Sick bay as there shouldn't be anything important here anyway.

It was a sour surprise when the green hue of light started to light up in the corridor a few meters away from him. The Russian swears and curses exponentially increasing as a Borg raiding party of four beamed into the corridor and got their bearings seemingly.
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Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] Storm Glass
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[Dr. T'Panu & Annika Van den Berg  Hallway Outside Main Sickbay | Deck 11 | Vector 02 | USSTheurgy ]

T'Panu had just taken a walk to clear her head. "Why did I leave that meeting? T'Panu asked herself. Just get yourself together, people need a doctor, not someone who cowers in fear.

Just then, Annika came out of main sickbay. She looked confused. Scared? Focused? T'Panu was unsure. She asked her what was going on and if everything was okay. Annika said something about needing to stretch her legs. The look on her face said otherwise, and T'Panu noted she was deflecting her question. Or was she just overthinking it because of how she felt? She was unsure; she was unsure of a lot of things lately. All she knew was she needed to get it together. The crew needs a doctor, not some laden up useless Vulcan..

Annika thought about how useless she was feeling at the time. Everyone had a job to do aboard this ship, however it seemed like she was the only one who was physically healthy but at the same time, couldn't do her duty. The ship suddenly shuddered from what felt like weapons fire impacting the shields.

This Vulcan sure talks a lot Annika thought to herself as it felt like she had a second shadow in the form of a Vulcan doctor. Annika glanced back at the doctor just as she began to speak. 

"Shall we head back to Sickbay?" T'Panu asked Annika. She nodded, and they began walking back. That was when they heard it.


[WE ARE THE BORG. WE WILL ADD YOUR BIOLOGICAL AND TECHNOLOGICAL DISTINCTIVENESS TO OUR OWN. YOUR CULTURE WILL ADAPT TO SERVICE US. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.]


Annika felt the colour drain from her face as she heard the ominous message relayed throughout the ship. She immediately felt the ship shudder from another impact while there was a simultaneous explosion around 5 metres down the corridor. It seemed, at least to Annika, that the EPS grid had overloaded and caused the explosion. She immediately looked back to T'Panu.

"C'mon, let's go check that out!" she said as she started jogging down the hallway. It took only a matter of seconds for them to traverse the short distance to where the explosion had happened. Annika looked down and saw Borg bodies on the floor.

Looks like the Borg did us a favour she thought to herself. Annika looked back to T'Panu and in an effort to keep her safe, told her to stay on the sickbay side of the explosion as Annika would venture slightly beyond the new hole in the bulkhead. T'Panu had nodded in acknowledgement when Annika made her way through the smoke and debris to see if any Starfleet Officers needed assistance on the other side of the new hole.

That's when she heard the mechanical and methodical movements of a Borg drone, she couldn't see where the sound was coming from. She then turned around and saw the back of a drone, which was headed right towards T'Panu. Annika didn't have any weapons so she did the next best thing, or at least that's what she thought. She jumped on the back of the drone with both arms locked around the throat of the drone as she tried to at least bring down the drone to spare T'Panu.

T'Panu, in shock, stared at the sight. She couldn't believe what she saw. Annika, little Annika, wrapped around the Borg like it was taking her for a piggyback ride. T'Panu ran through the debris to where the Borg bodies were piled. She grabbed the first thing she could reach and ran towards Annika.

"Take this, you stupid mechanical drone!" T'Panu was holding it by its hand as she hit it, square in the face, with its comrades arm. The Borg stumbled a bit from the shock of getting hit.

Annika was then attempting to rip out the tubules in his head, trying to cut power to his systems. One by one, she managed to grab a few of his tubes and pull them right out.

The Borg caught its bearings, and lifted its right arm and pointed it straight at T'Panu as the assimilation tubules extended from its hand just as Annika kept pulling tubes hoping to shut it down. Just as the drone reached T'Panu, the Borg powered down and fell to the floor, causing Annika to go tumbling to the floor as well. Annika scrambled for the nearest and sharpest piece of debris. She found a piece of bulkhead that was approximately 20 centimetres long with a sharp, jagged point on one end. She quickly and repeatedly sunk the piece of debris into the drone's neck hoping to eliminate the biological part of the drone. She stabbed the drone more than 20 times before she stopped, while panting and looked up at T'Panu who was staring down at Annika in a sense of disbelief.

"They can't live without their biological components. Hopefully this took care of him before he adapted" she said while leaving the piece of debris lodged in the drone. As she stood up she could see that there were more Borg seemingly down the corridor on the other side of sickbay. She grabbed T'Panu's hand and started running for the relative safety of sickbay. 

Hopefully no more Borg piggyback rides, Annika thought to herself as she was running for sickbay.

Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] Storm Glass
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[ Lt. JG Jovela | Main Sickbay | Deck 11 | USS Theurgy ]
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"Yes Lt!" She said and hurried over to him her uniform boots sounding on the deckplates. As she closed on him and went to help set up the pattern enhancers she followed his gaze into the hallway and saw the green light bathing the hallway and the four borg.
"Oh my, oh no, please no" She whispered and stood there looking at them, she felt that impuse to freeze in fear but remebered somthing and snapped out of it.

"What do we do? I don't have a phaser." She took a step backwards into the Sickbay and thought about her training, she could fight if she needed to but how effective would hand to hand combat be against the Borg? She ran through the drills in her head, weak points on the humanoid body. Where to apply pressure and break bones, but these where cybernetic life forms.

She looked over at the man as the hallway was swept by the red laser pointers of the borg, there could be no worse fate than being a drone. To loose everything you are and be a small whisper in a sea of screaming voices, that is how she imagined it. The thought of it filled her with a cold dread, she would rather be shot again. Would it hurt to be assimilated? Did you even know it was happening? Questions started filling her mind and she blinked twice to clear her thoughts.

"We can't let them in here, we have to do somthing." She said and took a step back towards the door her hands balled into fists.


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Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] Storm Glass
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[ Lt. Kai Akoni | Security Centre | Deck 07 | USS Theurgy ] @Top Hat @Absinthe @Auctor Lucan  et al.

Kai had finished his briefing and asked if there were any questions. No one had offered any questions in the short time he had them there before Kingston had ordered everyone to move out. Kai thought about where would be the most vulnerable while also having the least amount of security personnel there.

Main Computer Core, Kai had thought to himself as he started to make his way to the computer core. He left behind the four security personnel guarding Nicander as he made his way into the corridor. He saw the security crewmen making their way to the same location. He jogged a little bit and caught up to them. There were two of them along with Kai. As he caught up with them, he had heard them talking to each other, but stopped talking as soon as they had noticed him.

[Akoni, Ducote. We have engaged the Borg. Prepare to receive guests-merda na minha..prepare quickly. Out} came the call from Commander Ducote. Kai nodded at the crewmen in front of him.

He waved his free hand and said "Don't stop talking on my account". Kai had finished talking as the two crew members had started talking to each other again expressing their fear and apprehension of a successful outcome. Akoni was pleased that they were still dedicated to their duty. He noted that they were young, and that they had reminded him of himself at that age. Just as he finished that thought, his comm badge came to life.

[Sel to Kai, I've shut down the central transporter system. I'll hold here, for now, let me know when you need me to pull back]. Excellent thinking Kai thought to himself before tapping his comm badge to reply.

"Acknowledged. I'll let you know shortly once I get to the computer core" he finished saying as the ship kept shuddering both beneath his feet and all around him.

As the trio neared the turbolift, the corridor before them erupted in a brilliantly blinding light which was followed by the rush of air coming from behind Kai as his cloudy vision due to the bright light noticed there was no bulkhead in front of him anymore. All this while simultaneously grabbing on to a conveniently open jeffries tube hatch right next to him. He watched helplessly as the two crew members he was just talking with being vented out into the Azure Nebula. It took less than three seconds for the forcefields to kick in, causing Kai to slump down to the deck plating. His chest heaved as he attempted to catch his breath after that.

Akoni felt a twinge of sadness for the two crew members, but at the same time pushed the thought out of his head as he quickly realized that he need to get to the computer core.

He tapped his comm badge, "Akoni to Kingston, do we have anyone at the computer core? I just lost two crew members on the way there"
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Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] Storm Glass
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[ Commander Carrigan Trent | Stellar Cartography | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ] @patches

Trent having advised the Bridge of the status of Soup Sandwich and of his intention, he was left to wonder about the best way to get up to Deck 01.  He was half of the ship away, with an unknown number of Borg boarders along the way, and who-knew how many assimilated crewmembers to back them up.  And, for that matter, he was not in Security's loop either, so he could not know where they had set up barriers to slow them down along the way. 

And without a tricorder on hand, he would be wandering blind until he could find one.  Where was the nearest equipment locker he could rummage through?  And he needed a route, a fast one.  By then, odds are the shipboard transporters would be either compromised or locked down, a more than sensible precaution against the Borg. 

Or, there was another option...

That was when one form, then more, landed on the Stellar Cartography lab's lower deck and he instinctively raised his phaser... only to sharply bend his elbow to point it at the lights, two decks up, very clearly holding the regular hand-phaser with one finer about the grip to secure it to the ball of his thumb, and all other fingers, especially his thumb, pointing well away.  They were wearing exo-suits, and moving in relays of movement and cover.  Definitely no Borg, and the last thing he would need is someone with an itchy trigger finger to get over-excited. 

With no weapons pointed at him, he lowered his own, even as their leader, a woman, spoke to him.  So, that was their team leader.  "That is correct."

And, she did provide more information for him.  Turbolifts were down.  That definitely meant the most direct route up was down, which meant his brainstorm had just become the only viable way to get up there quickly.  "I don't know where you're headed, but I need to get to the hangar deck.  Are you in a position to divert, or are you headed to a hot-spot?  If you are, can your team spare a tricorder, I'll make my own way."

Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] Storm Glass
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[ Lt. JG Adam Kingston | Corridor | Deck 04 | USS Theurgy ]
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With his browridge lowered over his eyes, Adam Kingston raised his Accipiter rife towards the advancing Borg in the corridor. Squeezing the trigger, he fired it for the first time. The dry-firing concussion blast sent the four drones tumbling backwards - even tearing up the carpet. He couldn't quite help the lopsided smile that touched his stubbled cheek. If I can get this kind of armament from the future, I say fuck the temporal directive.

"Have at them girls!" he called in his hoarse voice, and the two female officers in Security exosuits that had taken cover in the corridor's intersection stepped out with their phaser rifles, dealing rapid fire bolts into the fallen tin-men. That was when the call from Akoni came.

[Akoni to Kingston, do we have anyone at the computer core? I just lost two crew members on the way there.]

Whatever mirth Adam had felt bled out of him before he tapped the side of his helmet and replied. "Kingston here, I'm sending two of my team up to the bridge and I'll rendezvous with you at the computer core. Turbolifts are down, had to climb out of it, but I'm on the right deck. Kingston out," he said, and once the four drones were dealt with, he gave the order. "You heard me, climb the Jefferies tubes to the Main Bridge. I will head up there once the A.I. core is secured. Go!"

Without further delay, Adam turned on his heel and ran down the opposite direction. It took him less than thirty seconds to get a visual on the core's entrance, and there were security guards on the floor, twitching. Assimilated. "Fuck," he said, and and halted his step. He did not want to step closer and see who they were. He didn't want their faces in his nightmares. So from a distance, he drew his hand phaser and vaporized the bodies, one by one. He holstered his sidearm before he entered the Theurgy's Main Computer Core.

Six drones in total, a couple already having accessed consoles. Kingston bared his teeth and toggled the firing mode of the Accipiter to the tungsten option, and started to mow them down with precision bursts.

[ Ens. Cir'Cie | Main Engineering | Deck 25 | USS Theurgy ]
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The altercation with the conceited Human had come to an abrupt end when the third shield grid failed. Kaylon Jeen may not have stepped in on her behalf before then, but he did not hesitate to put Cir'Cie to work - showing far better judgement.

"Yes, Lieutenant," she said dispassionately and walked over to the MSD table, efficiently keying up the shield harmonic frequencies and the power stabilization controls. The frequencies were off to begin with. "Variation at 5 %" No more had she spoken than Jeen contacted the bridge about the third shield grid and told them what they were doing about the breach in the Theurgy's shields. She was asked to keep the power levels stable, and that she did, the task far from beyond her.

"Compensating now. Variation at 4%. 3%. 2,5%." she said as if she was listing species of flora. She got no further before the first Borg drones appeared, not far from the table. She raised her green eyes and looked in their direction, and then she looked back at Jeen. Behind the Trill's shoulder, she saw O'Connell striking some kind of pose outside his office, making her raise her eyebrow in his direction. "Chief O'Connell has acquired weapons. I would suggest we do the same."

She did not wish to leave her task, the import of keeping the power levels for the shield harmonics not lost on her. Still, the Borg drones were only a few yards away, two of them approaching her table. Any fear she had was dampened, neither found in her tone or her eyes when she turned her stare towards the Chief. "Instead of posturing, would you be so kind and open fire instead?"

Either way, whatever Lieutenant Jeen was doing, it seemed to be working.

[ Drauc T'Laus | Cargo Bay 04 | Deck 08 | USS Theurgy ]
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By that time, Drauc T'Laus had taken out two drones that had attempted to access control panels in the corridors of Deck 08. He had lost track of the two security officers in his company quite soon, their pace slower than his, or they were unwilling to share his company. Drauc did not care. He was used to tread the battlefield alone.

He heard banging sounds ahead, and stepped towards it, the stock of his Type III rifle against his shoulder. He flexed his scarred hands around his grip, while his eyes sought the source. He saw two new security guards ahead of him, but they didn't see him. Instead of watching the corridor, they were looking through the transparent aluminum panel of the door they guarded. They were talking, more like shouting to each other, but Drauc did not need to listen to the audio of their voice. Their distress was like blaring klaxon inside his skull, and he knew the reason before he reached the door.

Inside the cargo bay were survivors of the Belleophon, and they were in a state of mass psychosis. They were not alone. Six drones were in there with them, and they couldn't escape, because the two security guards had not dared open the door to let them out - either afraid for their own lives or unable to jettison the threat out of the bay doors. Perhaps both. Their almost animal distress made it difficult to discern conscious thoughts. Even when they saw him approaching, they just shouted at him, almost raising their arms against him just to avoid making the decision about the incarcerated officers from the Bellerophon.

"Stand aside," he rasped, more loudly than he usually spoke, merely to override them. Something made them comply. Perhaps it was a vestigial element of authority in his words, lingering since his time in as an officer in their fleet. He didn't know, nor did he care. His eyes, hidden by the overhead light of the corridor and his hair, were solely upon the development beyond the door. With each step, the panic bled into him from those inside, assimilated or not. They were reduced to animal terror, and Drauc felt himself become saturated with it.

The security guards had hesitated for far too long. It was too late. Only three Bellerophon officers remained, right at the door. Bleeding knuckles had smeared the panel, but Drauc saw two of the drones advancing towards their backs. Their screaming faces were right in front of Drauc. The visual representation of the horror, supplementing that which Drauc felt through the door. Different screams, both silent - only their trashing limbs and attempts to breach the door heard.

Drauc reached for the control panel. Something which the two guards should have done to begin with. Now, there was no choice. The drones too close. Moreover, he had to silence their abject terror, as much for their sake as his own. His scarred fingers protracted from his frayed sleeve, and he pulled down the manual emergency override.

When the bay doors opened, the entire compartment was vacated in seconds, and there was quietude in Drauc's mind again.

He turned his dark eyes towards the two guards. He said nothing of his disdain towards them. He just stepped away, leaving them there.

The battle wasn't over yet.

[ Sera vers Aldnoah | Upper Shuttle Bay | Deck 11 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy
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After Zyrao had left her, about thirty minutes ago, the interior of the Sabine had been a mess. Natana and she ad taken the opportunity to celebrate being alive, the party involving replicated food and drinks along with other spoils Zy had collected. It had been sweet as long as it lasted, before Zy had been asked by Dewitt to help in the battle. It left Sera alone, perhaps, but far from defenseless.

Having done her hair up in a loose bun, she had already donned her red Câroon exosuit. She lowered the helmet over her head, heard the seals hiss, and then reached for the hidden compartment in one of her small cargo holds. Sera didn't know what Zy had done to reclaim it when she got their supplies for their escape from the ship, but there it was, the Klingon disruptor that Security had confiscated after her short decoy mission. Perhaps she had stolen it before it reached the Sec Center? Either way, Sera picked it up, checked the power level, and stepped out of the Sabine's airlock.

Outside, chaos reigned. As far as she could tell, there were people from the Bellerophon in the shuttle bay, apparently let out of wherever they had been holed up. Twenty people, every man and woman for themselves, trying to get access to the available shuttles. And behind them, Borg drones, methodically assimilating or gunning them down. Some of the metal and flesh figures were busy accessing control panels. Sera, she had her disruptor raised, pointing it in the faces of two Starfleeters that tried to get aboard the Sabine.

"Burn you, this ship is mine. Stay away." The yellow-eyed glare she gave them kept them from advancing, but they began to plead to her. Beg for their lives. Imploring her to let them step on the Sabine. "I said stay away!"

She fired once into the deck, to show them she meant it, and they scrambled away towards some of the other shuttles, hoping it wasn't sealed like the rest, and attempting escape even though the Upper Shuttle Bay's massive doors were closed behind Sera's back. There was nowhere to fly, and even if the doors had been opened, the cube was surely out there. Sera saw more drones materializing. Closer to her.

"Blast off," she growled through the mic in her helmet and opened fire.

Only her Klingon weapon had no effect - the disruptor beam nullified against their personal force fields.

"Blood and bloody ashes," she murmured, backing away from their advance. Was this how she was going to die?

She fired again, in vain, since what else could she do?

Only this time... it worked! The drone staggered, a hole in it's chest, and a grin bloomed behind her visor. Whatever happened, she was going to make the most of it. She fired against the drones with every step towards the airlock of the Sabine, leaving them writhing on the deck. Once she was inside, she sat down in the cockpit and fired up her engines. Anti grav units underneath the damaged Sabine raised her from the deck, and with a measured motion, she turned the Sabine around so that she faced the crowded bay.

"Think you can haul my ashes?," she said, and used her tactical sensor suite to pinpoint the drones in the bay. Next, her pulse phaser turrets lowered from under her nose cone, and she opened fire. "Think again!"

[ Doctor Lucan cin Nicander | Security Center | Deck 07 | USS Theurgy ]
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Closing his mismatched hands into fists, Lucan stepped back from the forcefield. Beyond it, he could see the four security guards being assimilated, one at the time. One of them laid in plain view, and Lucan could almost see his own fate in the woman's eyes.

The drone that had assimilated her paused above her twitching form, and it turned its red eye towards Lucan, who clenched his jaw. "Stay there... I am not important. Just another prisoner." But the drone didn't leave, even if the other three moved deeper into the security center. What did it see? What possible interest could...

There came a quiet laugh from the abyss inside.

Of course, thought Lucan, the truth of it plain to him. The Borg had never assimilated the Câroon species, and that drone had scanned him - determined that he held worth for the Collective. By the winds, why can't anything be easy for once?

He had no choice. He could not let the nameless darkness become a part of the Collective. He couldn't let this Cycle be ruined as well. The drone had already accessed the control panel, and he had no means to call for aid. He had no choice but to escape. Something he had been able to do all the time, but it had not been constructive for the mission, to have those who didn't trust him kill him simply because he couldn't be contained. "Darkness, descend!"

His voice command powered down the entire front of the Security Center, including the transporter inhibitors. It was the same means in which he had sealed his office, and covered up the murder of Garen Nelis, among countless other things. The subsystem of the Theurgy that only he had access to, installed when the ship was commissioned. Lucan could still see the outline of the drone in the emergency lighting, and its red eye following his movements. He gave it a small smile, before he accessed the transporter systems with his next command.

And vanished.


OOC: Thanks to Trent, the adaptive shield matrix of the Borg is momentarily down, so make the most of it! Please make the weapons of your characters turn ineffective against the drones, only to suddenly work again.

Here comes battle objectives for you all to use in your writing, and you have 7 days to post! Please check off one objective each, and you have full liberty in setting up details,NPCing the people mentioned, and arranging where the drones appear and what they do. Change or adapt these objectives as you wish too, thinking of it as a writing exercise, as long as the overall intent is still to repel the Borg. Have a look!
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Please bear in mind that while this thread is available for all, you may all start up Supplemental threads too, if that would be your preference. The naming convention of such Supplemental threads would be CH05: S [D06|1110] Insert Title. Looking forward to read the development! 
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Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] Storm Glass
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[ Maya | Recovery Ward | Main Sickbay | Deck 11 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan @Nolan @TWilkins @Lex Dalton @lisavw @FollowTomorrow @Absinthe

Recovering from injuries was never a picnic.  Recovering from injuries aboard a rogue starship like the USS Theurgy was even more unsettling.  Recovering from injury aboard a starship in the middle of a battle was nerve-wracking.  For the patients in the Theurgy's recovery ward in Main Sickbay, could it get any worse?

[ WE ARE THE BORG.  WE WILL ADD YOUR BIOLOGICAL AND TECHNOLOGICAL DISTINCTIVENESS TO OUR OWN.  YOUR CULTURE WILL ADAPT TO SERVICE US.  RESISTANCE IS FUTILE. ]

Yes.  Yes it could.

"Did you hear that?" a patient whispered.

"We're fighting the Borg!" another one gasped.

"By the Powers, we're all going to die!" a third exclaimed.

The door opened and Doctor Maya of Vulcan marched in with a stiff gait that was completely at odds with her the ethereal glide the normally described her movements.  Her normal blank catlike stare that usually conveyed mild curiosity was gone and had been replaced by tight lips and narrow eyes that seemed to convey irritation.

"What's going on?" a patient whimpered.

"Have we been boarded?" another one demanded.

"I don't want to be assimilated!" a third cried out.

The coffee colored Nurse Leticia Jones entered the room in time to hear the cadaverously pale Maya speak in a cold clinical voice. 

"Nurse, prepare sedatives for each of our patients resting here in the recovery ward.  When we get casualties we won't have time to cater to their emotional stress.  Check with their patient charts to ensure that each of them gets the minimum dosage in order to ensure that they will not injure themselves in the meantime."

Jones gulped.  Maya was speaking as if the patients were not there.  But Jones had worked with Maya enough to know that in times of stress the Vulcan became increasingly frigid and mechanical until she behaved more like an android than a living being. 

"Yes Doctor," Nurse Jones reluctantly replied, "but what about the patients considered too delicate to sedate?"

In response Maya reached out and grasped on patient in the trapezius nerve bundle between the neck and the shoulder.  The patient stiffened and fell unconscious.  "We will manage," she retorted.  "When you are finished in here prepare for surgery.  I will be changing into my surgical scrubs."

"Doctor, what about the Borg?" a patient whined.

"There is no need to concern yourself about the Borg," Maya replied in total ignorance of the Borg drones out in the corridor just outside sickbay.  "Even if they board us there is no indication that they would be interested in the damaged specimens here."



OOC:  I assume the drones are in the corridor just outside sickbay.  To be honest, I'm a little fuzzy on just where the Borg menacing Simon and Jovela are.
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Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] Storm Glass
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OOC Notice: Since the question has come up, I feel I have to clarify time passing here in Storm Glass as opposed to Chapter 05: BotA. They are not concurrent, because in BotA, not only is Soup Sandwich in effect (Borg shield matrix down). In BotA, the Queen has adapted to Soup Sandwhich, destroyed many Klingon ships, fired upon the Theurgy and then, the Versant arrived. Storm Glass is only when Soup Sandwich is in effect, the rest coming in later. After I post next here in Storm Glass, the rest of the development will be covered, with new Objectives etc. :)

Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] Storm Glass
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[ Petty Officer Eliska Bremmer | Security Centre Lobby | Deck 22 | USS Theurgy ]

Something Eliska Bremmer had come to learn during the Dominion War, the push after one's attack had been initially repulsed by a counterattack was always more savage than the initial assault.  There was always this element of trying to redeem a past failure to take an objective, and this was no different. 

The Borg had rocked her team onto its heels, and she had barely been able to keep their retreat under contact from turning into an outright rout, especially when she was also busy shepherding people who'd been fleeing the boarders without any kind of plan or organization. That was something that had been a strain on her ability to keep control on her small slice of the battlefield, with personnel desperately trying to flee, and her own people desperate to hold the line now that their initial attack had failed. 

But discovering their weapons were of use again, that the Borg were vulnerable?  The retreat stopped, and overwhelming fire ended the Borg's counteroffensive.  And Bremmer led her team forward again.  As it turned out, the node the Borg had tried to set up was in a small lab space adjoining the Arboretum and they'd barely gotten started.  At least, not so much that there hadn't been much to do to cut off the room from the ship's computer networks.  Well, nothing a few well-placed phaser blasts couldn't solve.  The engineers could fix it later.  And it was with a sigh of relief that Bremmer made the call.  "Security Ops, Bremmer.  Deck 22 is secure, no further sign of Borg here.  Ready for fur..."

That was when the ship lurched more violently than she had before from enemy fire. The lights across the deck flickered, and many did not come back up.  And those that did come up did not last long, and the entirety of Deck 22 was pitched into darkness that was only relieved by red emergency lighting.  And it would seem ventilation also took a hit, for acrid smoke started to fill the corridors, and alarms started to sound.  There was the one advising there were indeed out of control fires across the deck, and that the smoke was indeed quite toxic.  Instinctively, she brought up her own sensor suite to get an idea of how her battlespace had shifted, and she saw a number of obstructions, some fires... and personnel trapped between piles of debris and the inferno of out of control plasma fires. 

"Security Ops, Bremmer.  Going into damage control mode here.  I have plasma fires and trapped personnel on Deck 22.  Request damage control parties and... oh hell... I've got an alarm saying some of the deuterium feed lines are really close to those fires.  We're heading to start digging our ways to isolate them before they blow, and try to get our people out." 


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Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] Storm Glass
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[PO3 Kino Taer | Deck 16 | Stellar Cartography > Hallway outside Flight Assault Bay ] @CanadianVet

"You're heading to the flight deck? You're in luck, Commander, as that's where we are headed. If you'll stay behind us, we'll get you there."

"By all means, lead the way."

Kino nodded and gestured to a tall Bolian near the rear, indicating that Trent stick with him. She wasn't sure how well-trained this officer was in shipboard combat and she hoped they wouldn't have to test it. It was part of everyone's standard training with regular refreshers, of course, but experience taught her that there was often enough a vast gulf between standardized training and the real thing. Besides that, their enemy was the Borg Collective. Trent didn't have armor that could potentially foil attempts to assimilate or kill him - her team did.

The Stellar Cartography lab was one of the more spacious labs on the ship, a side effect from the impressively large and detailed star map projective that often illuminated the room. The Federation spared little expense in building its newest warship as it incorporated state-of-the-art equipment, some even still considered experimental, into both its military and science facilities. Unfortunately for the Security team on the go, that meant that properly clearing this particular lab took time that Taer and her team did not have. So she compromised. She trusted her exosuit's sensors, verified the results with the rest, and marked it clear as they jogged to the door.
The five of them, Trent included, took up positions around the door as the ship's power grid was apparently temporarily overloaded by something. The lights dimmed, quite a few just outright turning off, and Kino could swear that there was a subtle shift in the ship's operation. There was no hesitation as she triggered the door's manual override and they all piled out into the hallway. The blackout didn't last long enough to get them all out during it, but as the lights came back on, the Trill realized there wasn't going to be a need for them to be immediately on guard.

"Taer, dead bodies on the left."

"Here on the left too. We've got both Borg and our own laying out here."

"Hey, look at this one."

Kino looked over at the slightly built human that was calling her over and walked over. At their feet lay this particular Security team's leader. She knew some decks were overrun during the first boarding attempts, but something seemed off about this body.

"Aren't those phaser wounds, Hubert?"

"I'd say so. Kino, a third of this deck are quarters are, most of them just down the hall. I was part of the team that locked down quite a few Devoted down here."

"Devoted?"


"Fanatics. Think this one guy in the Science department, Morali or something, is going to save us all using some secret knowledge from the future."

"Huh. You think they got out?"

"Maybe. I don't see any of our phasers on the ground here. You hearing that?"

"Weapons fire. That's in the direction of the fighter bay. Let's get moving."

With rifles raised, Taer led her team down the hall cautiously. The weapons she was hearing and that her suit was registering increased in tempo as they got closer, ceasing only when she and the other team member leading the group got a visual on the battle. It was a surprisingly diverse group that met the incoming Security team with raised weapons, surrounded by the bodies of Borg drones and Starfleet crew. Evidently, a pitched battle had just concluded there with both Borg and this lot attempting access to the fighter bay and nearby access points for both turbolifts and major Jeffries tube arteries. Few of them wore communicators, but Taer's suit managed to identify a few anyway. If she had checked her PADD, it would have displayed their records, all of which were tagged as "DEVOTED. CONFINED TO QUARTERS PENDING INVESTIGATION."

"Taer..."

"If you're about to tell me these are the Devoted you were talking about, I kinda guessed. Alright, you lot. All of you put down your weapons and return to your quarters."

One of the taller petty officers stepped forward, his body showing clear signs of favoring heavy weights at the gym.

"No. Morali is alive and on that alien ship! We should be saving him and our friends there, not sacrificing ourselves in a pointless attack on the Borg!" He lowered his stolen phaser and gestured in the direction of the fighter bay. "We're going to fix this. You should join us. You've missed so much, Taer."

"Aw, let's just kill them and move on, Jim."

"No! Not yet! She was asleep. She doesn't know her choices yet."

"What choice, McPherson? We're in the middle of a battle, for fuck's sake! Can't this wait?"

"Wenn Cinn didn't wait before committing us to our deaths. Neither will we wait while he condemns those on the Versant to theirs. Are you with us or against us, Taer?"

Kino sighed in frustration. Standard operating procedures were clear on what to do during an insurrection on a Starfleet ship, but her team was ill equipped to enforce it and still be ready to tackle another Borg boarding attempt at the same time. She switched her rifle to stun, her team following suit once they noticed. She directed her team and Trent to find some cover.

"Commander, you have any ideas on this that don't involve me wasting my ammunition on mutineers?"