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Captain Shran
Commanding Officers

On Andoria, there is always wind. Wind that runs like ice in the soul, daring you to stay alive.

Posts: 527

Tempus Edax Rerum Jan 5, 2010 23:45:26 GMT -5

Post by Captain Shran on Jan 5, 2010 23:45:26 GMT -5

STUF TLar: Attention!
Marshal Collins: ::AA::
Tarkel London: -enters silently his desert robes billowing across the area his almost to tall stature is standing his eyes darting from under his robes-
Tarkel London: ::AA::
EnsAidanMcKenzie: ::AA::
cyldegreathouse: ::AA::
cindyleemckenzie: ::AA::
KieleChristienne: ::AA::
Strsfly7: ::AA::
Robert Devoroh: ::AA::
Shran113: For the record state your name, rank, and position
STUF TLar: [XO] Cmdr TLar
Shran113: CO>Captain Shran
Robert Devoroh: CMO> Dr. Robert Devoroh
Tarkel London: 1st Lt Tarkel London former helm and nav officer USS Pegasus
Marshal Collins: CSCI>Lieutenant JG Marshal Collins
KieleChristienne: Ops> MCapt Kiele Christienne
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac > Ensign Aidan McKenzie
cyldegreathouse: MCO>MCapt Clyde Greathouse
Strsfly7: VS>Ensign franks mank
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>LtCmnd Cindy McKenzie
Shran113: First off I would like to welcome everyone back to the first sim of the new year, I hope you enjoyed your break and you came back for an even better year than last.
Shran113: I would also like to welcome our new comers from the USS Pegasus, MCapt Kiele Christienne and 1LT Tarkel London/
cyldegreathouse: WElco Kiele and Trakle
Shran113: Before we begin I have a few orders of business.
Tarkel London: -nods brieflyto the others gatnered his hood giving away very little of his identity under its white form-
Shran113: Lieutenant Junior Grade Marshal Collins and Ensign Aidan McKenzie please step forward.
Marshal Collins: ::He steps up by the Captain and waits.::
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>::smiles::
EnsAidanMcKenzie: ::blinks, stepping forward:: I didn't do anything this time, I swear
Shran113: CO>TAC>No, but I am sure you will soon enough. ::Shran imitates a human smile.::
Shran113: CO>CSCI>Lieutenant Junior Grade Marshal Collins. ::He removes the man's dark pip and replaces it with a gold one.:: CSCI>I hereby promote you to the rank of full Lieutenant, congratulation.
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::blinks, not used to seeing a smile on Captain Blue's face::
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He stands and accepts the new pip, then salutes when the capatin is done.::CO>Thank you sir.
Shran113: CO>TAC>Ensign, Aidan McKenzie. ::He puts a dark pip on his collar next to hsi one gold one.::TAC>I hereby promote you to the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade. Congratulations.
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::cranes his neck to glance at the new pip. He then raises his fist:: TNIP > Oh yeah! ::then looks chagrined:: um.. thank you, sir. I'll wear it with pride
Shran113: CO>::Shran returns all saultes.::TAC>CSCI>You two may step back.
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>TAC> Congrads Honey >CSCI>Congrads
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::steps back in line, next to his wife, wearing the new pip and a wide grin::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CSCI>TAC> Conrads you to
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He nods in apreciations and steps back.::CNS>MCO>Thank you
Shran113: Now down to business.
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac > CNS > Thanks, babe MCO > Thanks, Clyde
Shran113: Has everyone read the mission breifing for tonight?
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::returns AA::
Marshal Collins: Yes, sir ::AA::
cyldegreathouse: yes
cindyleemckenzie: yes
KieleChristienne: Yes, Sir.
Tarkel London: -unsure simply folds his hands behind his back and checks the boards for said briefing-
EnsAidanMcKenzie: yes, sir
Shran113: For those of you who didn't read it, I have just spent the past two weeks on a classified assignment for Starfleet. With me I had two attache officers, Ms. Christienne and Mr. London. The mission has ended and we are currently awaiting pick-up by the Aryes on the planet Nelvana III
Shran113: All my attache officers know of my assignment is that we have spent the last week and a half on Romulus... That is not the classified part as Nelvana III is in the middle of neutral zone.
Shran113: They were not allowed to be present for my meetings with the senate, but from what they can understand the matter seems important.
Shran113: As the sim begins the Aryes is entering the neutral zone enroute to Nelvana III, to pick us up. After that they have been assigned to the Aryes permenantly both for their excellent records as officers and for their expertise in certain fields.
Shran113: Are there any questions?
cyldegreathouse: None
Marshal Collins: No, sir
Robert Devoroh: none
cindyleemckenzie: No
KieleChristienne: No, Sir.
STUF TLar: No, sir.
EnsAidanMcKenzie: no, sir
Tarkel London: looks good to me
Strsfly7: No Sir
Shran113: The crew of the Aryes has spent those past two weeks on leave in the Sol system. The ship herself is back to better than nominal condition, and I hope everyone is rested for what is coming.
Shran113: ====BEGIN SIM=====
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She is on the bridge.:: [HELM] What is our current ETA?
ST NPC01: NPHELM>XO>We are currently 5 mins from out destination, ma'am
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::sitting in his office making notations on whats new or changed in sickbay::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::On the Marine Deck after haveing leave wishing he had time to go to SB 234::
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::at his station at tactical, checking over the current readings and watching out for anything on sensors::
Shran113: CO>::He awaits the rendevous on the planet's surface with teh other delegates.::
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>::in sick bay::CMO> Could you check me out
Tarkel London: Helm>standing with his arms crossed infront of himself jsut outside the counsil chambers for the romulian deligates slightly to the rear and the left of the deligates to allow them time to talk and promarilybecause it is a location down wind of thiersmell-
Tarkel London: up wind*
Strsfly7: Vs> on the Bridge neer the science Station.
Robert Devoroh: CMO>CNS> of course! Pick a bed
ST NPC01: WARBIRD>+T+ARYES>USS Aryes, welcome to Nelvana III. You have five minutes once you reach robit to retreive your personnel and break orbit on a course back toward the Federation side of the Neutral Zone... Is that understood?
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>::She goes to biobed 2::
Marshal Collins: CSCI>VS>How was your leave, Frank. Do anything interesting? or anyone?
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She taps on the console on her armest.:: [WARBIRD] Understood.
Shran113: ACTION>The Aryes pulls into orbit around Nelvana III.
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>CMO>Look at me I'm bigger than I should be, and wonder what sex the baby is
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::goes to the biobed and opens his tricorder to take scans of the babies:: CNS> how have you been feeling?
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>CMO>Tired
Strsfly7: Vs>Csci not to much went to the beach and relaxed what did you do.
Robert Devoroh: CMO>CNS> ::laughs then smiles:: well... thats specific
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac > XO > we've achieved orbit of Nelvana III, ma'am
Marshal Collins: CSCI>I actually went home to Jersey. It was nice to see the folks.
Tarkel London: HELM>OPS> can you believe that fast transport me somne ten light years off my course to drag me to this little rickity colony world? of all the tihings in the universe to do to a man really now.- letting our a huff of wind adjusting his hooded robe tighter -
KieleChristienne: Ops> ::Silently observes, noting in particular the response to Tarkel's presence. Some openly hostile, some choosing to keep their feelings close::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::has his mean running a training program::
STUF TLar: [XO] [TAC] Get a lock on them and transport them over.
Shran113: CO>::He silently watches his new officers.::
Strsfly7: Vs>Csci I got a feeling we wil be bussy on this mission comming up glad we got a break.
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac > XO > Yes ma'am ::finds the captain's signal and his entourage and begins transport sequence::
Robert Devoroh: CMO>CNS> well I can tell you, that your still pregnant... Everything looks like its going well... Both are normal... Oh did I mention you have twins? ::pauses:: did you say you wanted to know the sex?
Tarkel London: HELM -actually relaxing his posture against the wall sliding into place kicking a foot behind himself on the wall for better comfort. If the hostile looks and dirty stares were any indication of distrust tarkel would not play up to it. here he was a free man serving in the federation not a forced laborer in the middle of a mining pit-
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>CMO> Twins? yes we like to know
Marshal Collins: CSCI>VS>Yeah its always nice to have a few weeks... but now I have a number of astronomical charts I have been meanign to get back too. At least i hear we are getting a new operations officer, so i can get back to be a scientist again.
KieleChristienne: Ops> Well..::Smiles:: There aren't many Reman serving on Federation ships. You are fairly unique.
Robert Devoroh: CMO>CNS> ::nods:: yes twins and they're both female... ::puts it up on the larger view screen and records live video of the babies so she can take it back with her and show everyone:: See...
Tarkel London: HELM>OPS> -chuckles to himself thru his slightly fanged teeth- well ya think they would have asked for an autograph? I could have posed for a picture no need for the nasty looks ya know?
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>::Smiles::CMO> Girls
Shran113: ACTION>The three officers de-materialize from the planet's surface and reappear in the transporter room of the Aryes.
Strsfly7: Vs> Csci you wil miss doing ops tho it can be a fun post.
STUF TLar: [XO] [HELM] Once we have them on board, take us out of orbit.
ST NPC01: NPHELM>Aye, ma'am.
KieleChristienne: Ops> ::Gives him a wink:: Just jealousy.
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac > XO > Ma'am, transport complete, they're on board
Shran113: CO>ALL>Welcome aboard. You can get settled later. I need to see both of you in my office. ::he walks out of teh transporter room and toward the bridge.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he laughs and nods:: yes Cindy, both are girls... Like I said everything appears to be going just fine and theres no genetic abnormalies... Though I would like to do an amniotic scan just to confirm
Tarkel London: HELM> CO> have I mentioned how much I hate thatlittle partical scrambling fiasco of a mess ?-blows on his overly long nails buffingthem on his uniform- Figured theywuldbe jealous of mein the company of such a woman as yourself personally-returns the wink and almost smiles to himself -heads behind the captain to the ready room on the bridge-
KieleChristienne: ::Acknowleges with a quiet Aye, Sir and folllows::
Marshal Collins: CSCI>VS>True but my brilliant intellect was wasted. ::he gives him a wink.::
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>CMO>Of Course Doctor
cyldegreathouse: MCO>All right move it, move it two weeks off you have gotten soft
Strsfly7: Vs>Csci you get to check out the planets maybe you can find a one with a nice beach .
Shran113: CO>::Moments later passing through the bridge acknowledging his crew as he goes he head into his office and takes a seat behind the desk.::ALL>Please sit.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he starts running a quick scan of the amnotic fluid to confirm everything more accurate but if something was wrong it should have come up on his initial scan:: okay this will just take a few momants to complete
KieleChristienne: Ops> ::Seats herself attentively::
Robert Devoroh: have you two thought of any names?
Tarkel London: HELM> finds a semi confortable spot ot sit his overly long legs making his look folded in half and almost uncomfortabley so snapping a look around the room-
Marshal Collins: CSCI>VS>I already found one its called Risa, he laughs.
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::looks to see the captain step on the bridge for a brief moment, He ackowledged him with a salute before he disappeared into his RR with two others in tow::
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>::Sits with a big smiles looking at the sonci pic::
Shran113: CO>First off, welcome aboard formally. I am looking forwrad to having both of you onboard. I was aslo greatful for the insight you were able to offer me over the past ten days. I do not need to tell you that Romulans are not my most favorite people.
Strsfly7: Vs>Csci I think i might retire there it is very nice and relaxing .
KieleChristienne: Ops> ::Nods, listening.::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::the computer finishes the scan and starts giving out information that confirms his initial scans and nods pleased:: CNS> yup, everything is going great... ::he stops the recording and puts it on a PADD for Cindy and Aiden to keep::
Tarkel London: HElm-gives away a small nod trying to shift comfortabley leaning back streachng out in the room-
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>CMO> Aidan will be so happy
Shran113: CO>You come highly recommended by General Weslynes... LONDON>Mr. London, we need to talk about your position. I am afraid I am in no need of a helmsman right now. I have the best in the quadrant as far as I am concerned. I have read your record and saw that you have basic knowledge of engineering and extensive security expertise, mostly during your time with the Romulan Empire. Would you consider being my engineer or chief security officer?
Marshal Collins: CSCI>VS>::He smiles absently.:: It is nice there.
Robert Devoroh: CMO>CNS> I know... ::hands the the Padd to Cindy:: here you are
Tarkel London: HELM>CO> I believe I could field a position with the security department and as how you are handling the romulians ,, my favorite race in the system... that would seem prudent and logical
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>::takes the Padd::CMO>I can't waite tell Aidan is off duty
Robert Devoroh: CMO>CNS> Cindy, do you have any questions or any concerns at all?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::after they finish their trainning he heads to his office::
Shran113: CO>CSEC>Excellent. You should get acquainted with Captain Greathouse, as he is our Marine CO, and I know you will be working with him rather closely.
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>CMO> No I don't
Strsfly7: Vs>Csci I do feel good that we are getting more crew just inacse we do need them.
Tarkel London: CSEC>CO> marinesare the back bone of any smoothly operating security plan and thier training is priceless with properly exploited umm applied
Shran113: CO>OPS>And Captain Christienne I am lookign forward to have a permanent operations officer again. ::He nods.::
Robert Devoroh: CMO>CNS> okay... again congrats, go ahead and go to your quarters... Take your vitamins... Take it easy, remember your eating for 2 ::smiles:: your a doctor, you know the drill
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::goes over his paper work::
Marshal Collins: CSCI>VS>I agree you waouls almost think we were a fully manned starship. ::he laughs.::
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>CMO> Yes I do ::she gets up and kisses his cheek, and leaves::
KieleChristienne: Ops> ::Simply smiles:: CO>Thank you again for the opportunity, Sir. I was surprised and pleased whenI recieved your offer.
Shran113: CO>ALL>I want your thoughts on the Romulans. Mr. London, I am especially interested in your expertise in this area. How well can they stick to their word, even when the situation is life and death... especially when it is that.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::smiles and goes back into his office sorting through padds learning of a new officer on the ship... Eye rolls knowing he has to do a physical now::
Tarkel London: CSEC>: takes his PADD in hand and starts making modifications required for station set upCO> that would depend on the risk and personal obligations to a deal or an arrangement to each personally. Though on a whole I find that if it were your ass or thiers...theywouldl leave you high and dry
Shran113: CO>CSEC>::He nods.:: Unfortunately that has been my experience.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::sends a request up to the CO to have Ops and CSEC come down to sickbay for their physical at the earliest convinance::
Tarkel London: CSEC>CO> oh a scale of ameba to walking monkey my compatriates would rate them spineless as jelly though they have some moral integrity if thier crewmen are intigrated into the populious of another crew
KieleChristienne: Ops>CO>I disagree. Honor is all. Giving one's word means one's honor is at stake and to break from that can result ,in a worse case scenario, in death.
Shran113: CO>OPS>Honor though and contracts are two different things... Contracts have loop-holes, and slip points... ask any Ferengi
Tarkel London: I personallywatched a romulian warbird fight off wave after wave of marquis raiding parties for a ship with ten of thier own crewmen onboard though the whole death before dishonor load is rarely the case i've encountered
KieleChristienne: Ops>CO> Their concept of honor is inclusive. All must be satisfied in the end. If you understand how the Rihannsu think then it isn't difficult to know how they will respond to something.
Shran113: ACTION>THE ENTIRE SENIOR STAFF OF THE USS ARYES, BOTH NEW AND OLD SUDDENLY EXPERIENCE A WHITE LIGHT AND THEN THEY ARE NO LONGER ON THE ARYES.
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::suddenly everything turns white and he's blinded:: TNIP > hey, what the..?
Tarkel London: CSEC>_reaches for his phaser double checking his environment and surroundings having onlyseconds to close his eyes against the blinding white light-
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>::walks into her quarters sees a bright light then is somewere diffrent::
Shran113: DESCRIPTION>Everyone is all together in a bright white room. There seem to be no walls or features. it is is just a plain white room.
KieleChristienne: Ops> ::Throws an arm across her eyes protectively, blinking.:: What happened?
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::experiances a white light and covers his eyes, when he opens them he finds his in a bright white room:: NOIP> oookay, thats... weird
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he blinks, making sure he can see but all he can see is white:: TNIP > what happened, where are we? CNS > Cindy?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>What the? ::sees a bright light then looks around:: Ok were am I at
Shran113: CO>::Shran looks around. His entire senior staff is with him in this room.::ALL>Everyone remain calm. Does anyone have a tricorder.
Strsfly7: Vs>Ops Looks like we are no ton the ship anymore.
Robert Devoroh: CMO>CO> I have my medical tricorder...
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac > CO > No, I didn't have time to grab one, sir
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CO>I have mine
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He walks over to the doctor.::CMO>Maybe I can modify it to work as a science tricorder.
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::looks around for Cindy::
Tarkel London: CESC>_flips his shades down over his eyes to block out the blinding white background- CO>brought one with a navigational becon and software fresh form the landing party you know?_extending aslightly clawed arm with the tricorder-
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>CO> No Sir ::Moves up by Aidan::
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::smiles, seeing Cindy, taking her hand as she approached his side::
KieleChristienne: Ops> ::Takes note of those who were transported:: Why just the senior officers? Either someone wants to communicate or they want to disable. I'm hoping for the former.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::holds it out to the CSCI:: as long as you can convert it back, it was a gift from my mother when I graduated med. school
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Whipes his eyes:: Kiele? Tarkle?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Starts scanning::
ST NPC01: TT>::A man suddenly walks into the room not through a door but as if he came over the horizon and walked an incredibly far distance in a very short time. He is tall and dressed in a close fitting almost leathery uniform walks over to the obviously confused man sitting on the floor... Aidan McKenzie will never forget him.::
Tarkel London: CSEC>ALL> alright everyone stayclose and look for a friend MCO> Officer greathouse no worries everyone is assembled- his breathing calm his mind clear and thoughtful investigating the other minds on the room for signs of fear apprehension and nervous tension-
ST NPC01: TT>ALL>Your equipment will not be nessecary.
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he looks at the person that came in and he nearly turns as white as the room:: TT > You!?
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::puts his tricorder away:: TT> who are you?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CSEC>Good ::I see its just the senior staff::
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac > TT > What happened, did we die again?
ST NPC01: TT>TAC>Hello, again Aidan, and as I told you last time... you have not died.
Tarkel London: CSEC>-finally wrestles the onlypiee of defensive gear from his robes he can the small trype one phaser and conceals itin his robes- TT> then exactly who areyou what is this place?
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac > TT > Well, I'm glad of that. I have too much to live for now
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>Tac> Who is this
Shran113: CO>TT>I am Captain Thy'lek Shran. Who are you.
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac > :CNS > He's someone I met when I took a sudden trip to the 28th century ::turns to the Captain:: CO > Sir, this is the person I told you about when we all died... or didnt die
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Looks like he and Tarkle are the onlyones packing pulls his phaser::
ST NPC01: TT>CO>I know who you are Captain. We have watched your career and your ship with interest... ALL>I have brought you to the future. There are important events happening.
Tarkel London: CSEC>_takes a few steps closer to greathouse non verbally communicating thru hand signs to formulate a plan. fngers indicating high and low areas on targets shrugging atthe suggestion-
Shran113: ACTION>The phasers have no charge. as if something has drianed them.::
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac > CNS > I told you I wasn't nuts ::said in a way that he had just proven that::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Sees tarkle and picks up his singals::
Marshal Collins: CSCI>TAC>Okay, I guess I believe you.
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>Tac> I never said you were
KieleChristienne: Ops> TT> The future? ::Knows he will likely continue but can't contain her interest.
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac > CSCI > you guess?
Tarkel London: CSEC>-holsters his phaser and simply indicates an unarmed assualt in the event the "captain identified makes any agressive movements or voilent actions shrugging and moving around the senior staff nodding for the attack if so much as a muscle is moved in the wrong direction-
ST NPC01: TT>CO>Captain, the Temporal Cold War is coming to a head, and only you and your crew can prevent disaster.
Shran113: =====PAUSE SIM=====

Captain
USS Aryes NCC-81204
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"A man is no more than the sum of his memories, a culture no more than the sum of its history" -Andorian Proverb

Captain Shran
Commanding Officers

On Andoria, there is always wind. Wind that runs like ice in the soul, daring you to stay alive.

Posts: 527

Tempus Edax Rerum Jan 12, 2010 23:42:30 GMT -5

Post by Captain Shran on Jan 12, 2010 23:42:30 GMT -5

STUF TLar: Attention!
Robert Devoroh: ::AA::
Marshal Collins: ::AA::
cyldegreathouse: ::AA::
EnsAidanMcKenzie: -AA-
cindyleemckenzie: ::AA::
KieleChristienne: ::AA::
Shran113: For the record state your name, rank, and position
Shran113: CO>Captain Shran
Robert Devoroh: CMO>Dr. Robert Devoroh
STUF TLar: [XO] Cmdr T'Lar
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCapt Kiele Christienne
Marshal Collins: CSCI>Lieutenant Marshal Collins
Tarkel London has entered the room.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>MCapt Clyde Greathouse
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> LtJg Aidan McKenzie
Tarkel London: XSEEX>LT Tarkel London
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>LtCmdr Cindy McKenzie
Shran113: Its good to see everyone. Do we all remember where we were at at the end of last sim?
Marshal Collins: Yes, sir
Robert Devoroh: yea right
Tarkel London: -slightly shakes head-
Robert Devoroh: I can barely remember yesterday without post-its
KieleChristienne: Yes, Sir
EnsAidanMcKenzie: yes, sir.. for the second time for me
cindyleemckenzie: Yes
cyldegreathouse: Yelp
Shran113: Okay, than for recap:
Shran113: We got two new crewmembers. As we were leaving the neutral zone the entire seniors staff, was hit with a birght flash of light and suddenly we were all together in a white room occupied by only one lone man.
Shran113: Lieutenant McKenzie of course recognized him, but the rest of us had to have it explained that he is a time traveler. That was all we got out of him so far.
Shran113: Any questions?
cyldegreathouse: No
cindyleemckenzie: No Sir
Marshal Collins: No, sir
KieleChristienne: No, Sir
Robert Devoroh: none
EnsAidanMcKenzie: No, sir
Shran113: =====RESUME SIM=====
Robert Devoroh: CMO> :: still trying to figure out what the hell is going on and kind of wishes he had his medkit at least::
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> ::in the white room for the second time in his life, this time with the whole crew. He is standing, or sitting, next to his wife::
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>Tac> YOu done this what 3 times now
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She found herself in a white room and curious why they all were there.::
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> CNS-> I've been here only twice.. time traveling would be three.. no, four times
ST NPC01: TT>::He holds his hands up for patience.:: ALL>I know this is still a bit disorienting, but I have brought you to the 28th Century. Please allow me to explain. We need your help.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::looks around:: were are we
Robert Devoroh: CMO>Tac> exciting
Shran113: CO>TT>If you have technology that can transport us through time, what could you possible need us to do?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Oh great 28th Century
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> MCO_> we are where I was before before I flipped out and you thought i was nuts
Marshal Collins: CSCI>NOIP>The power needed to transport through temporal barriers must be immense...
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::remains quiet to pay attention to the man... Even moving forward some::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Tac> I never thought you were nuts, OK maybe just a little
Tarkel London: CSEC: listens as if he were trappedin an endless briefing still making signals the clyde menuviring the both of them on either side of the timem traveler forsafety sake-
KieleChristienne: OPS>CSCI> Not at all really. Dimensional barriers pose a much greater challenge.
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> ::chuckles at Clyde, then turned toward the time traveler
EnsAidanMcKenzie: ::
ST NPC01: TT>ALL>Across time there is a temporal cold war raging. Various factions across time and space are trying to alter small almsot unnoticable events to effect outcomes in theri favor.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::moves up to one side of TT::
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>::Listens::
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> TT_> No offense but didnt you tell em this before?
EnsAidanMcKenzie: me
ST NPC01: TT>ALL>More recently... well I guess relativitely recently a new faction has emerged.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::looks at the MCO and Tac... Some how what they where doing didn't seem like a good idea, after all... If they can move them to the future imagine what else he can do::
ST NPC01: TT>TAC>Please... Aidan... this si important
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She listens to the explainations given.::
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> ::looks chagrined:: TT-> sorry.. go ahead
ST NPC01: TT>TAC>This newest faction is led only by one who calls himself the Master... He was the one who framed Captain Greathouse for murder.
ST NPC01: TT>TAC>And whose attack resulted in Dr. Devoroh's coma for so many months.
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> ::glance at Clyde, then back to the TT:: TT-> The frame up happened just before I got to the Aryes.
Robert Devoroh: CMO>TT> gee, thanks for reminding me ::looks at Ops:: Ops> long story short, my life sucked for a few months
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Makes a fist::TT> I'll Kill him
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> ::glance back at Clyde:: MCO-> behave, will ya?
Tarkel London: cses.-still listening and nodding along the waycolelcting all the information he can-
Shran113: CO>ALL>Everyone remain calm... TT>Continue, please...
ST NPC01: TT>ALL>We have learned recently that he has set his sights on a new prize... ::A hologram appears in the room. In it is a view of a war torn, nearly post-apoclyptic landscape.::... Earth in the mid 21st century.
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>::Gasps::
Tarkel London: CSEC> _ tilts his head to the side examining the planet before him thinking for a moment. a little like remus after the seperation civil war is never civil-
KieleChristienne: ::Nods listening:: Ops>CMO> If you have the opportunity, I would appreciate hearing the whole story. It sounds as if every bit of information might be important.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::looks at the hologram thinking "great more people for me to fix"... Looks at Ops and nods findinger her interest; unusual::
ST NPC01: TT>ALL>He has dropped an agent into the year 2049. Towards the end of Earth's the third world war. What you see before you is Paris.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> I'll fill you Kiele
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> ::eyes widen:: TNIP-> yikes, things wreally got messed up after I left
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Looks at the city::
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> ::looks a little closer at the devaststed Paris::
ST NPC01: TT>ALL>We have run some calculations, and he plans to disrupt a very important meeting. In November of 2049, several key faction leaders most notably those of the North American Alliance, the European Union, and the Free African Confederation met in Paris to discuss a mutal alliance pact.
STUF TLar: ::She listens.::
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> ::listens about his future.. or is it now his past?::
ST NPC01: TT>ALL>Years later this meeting resulted in a collaboration of those factions and other smaller ones, eventually allowing them to consolidate enough power to force cease-fire talks in 2053.
ST NPC01: TT>ALL>History recorded this meeting happening... Now our new projected timeline says that it was disrupted and the leaders attending it were killed.
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> TNIP-> not good. ::is glad he came to the future when he did::
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>Thats not good
ST NPC01: TT>ALL>This starts a chain reaction that cause the war to last for an additional ten years. Humanity never discovers warp drive in 2063, no first contact, no federation, and it continues on down that line.
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> TT-> would that mean I would have jumped into a post nuclear apocolyptic nightmare?
ST NPC01: TT>ALL>We were able to dispatch an agent of our own into that time, but we have since lost contact. The last report we received said that forced of the Fourth World Army, those forces of Colonel Green and his Eastern European allies struck at the meeting, though a relatively unguarded bridge on the Seine river just north of Paris.
ST NPC01: TT>TAC>Actually Aidan, you may not have jumped at all. The entire time stream was effected by this event. I was only protected because I was in this room at the time.
Shran113: CO>TAC>Lieutenant, allow him to finish... TT>Why can't you jsut send more agents and fix it?
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> I.. see ::he says, nodding a bit, then turned to the CO:: CO-> yes, sir
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>::Takes Aidan's hand:::
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> ::feels Cindy's hand take his, swqueezing her hand affectionately::
ST NPC01: TT>ALL>That is just the thing. The Master's agent has deployed some kind of temporal dampening device. It is preventing any of my time agents from traveling to that time. We have certain cybernetic augmentations. With them we simply cannot get past the temporal barrier erected around that time frame.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>TT>And thats were come in
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> TNIP_> maybe we can use the Guardian of Forever? if it exists
Shran113: CO>TT>Captain Greathouse, si correct. You need us because we aren't augmented... but why the crew of the Aryes. Why do we keep getting involved in your war?
ST NPC01: TT>CO>Because you are more involved than you know. The Master wants you to go. ::He changes the image to settle on a once majestic and now crumbling bridge set in northern Paris.:: This is St. Michael's Bridge. This is where the attack comes from that destroys the conference. it was lightly guarded because it is inside what was assumed were freindly lines. There was no way to get to it without passing through an army of EU forces.
Tarkel London: CSEC>nods to mckenzie- Hate to say it but that is a possibility if you drag the whole ship that way and wedge us all thru time I hardly like the idea of transporters now you all want to shoot me across time?-sakes his head walking towards Kiele inhis speakingi-
ST NPC01: TT>ALL>But apparently the army was able to drop in undetected, as if the enemy had some kind of incredible unknown tehcnology. They slew the small platoon guarding the bridge and moved unopposed to the conference location.
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> ::::glances toward the new guy, thinking we all got to do things we don't like::
KieleChristienne: ::Smiles at Tarkel:: It's really much simpler that they make it out to be. Use that multi-dimensional brain of your's and you'll see how easy it can be.
ST NPC01: TT>ALL>But if they could teleport into the city why not right onto the conference... The Lieutenant in charge of guarding St. Michaels bridge is named Thomas Hannover. CO> I believe he wants you, Captain.
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>TT>What?
ST NPC01: TT>ALL>He knew you couldn't resist. ::he looked at Cindy. then at all the rest.::
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> ::looks back toward the TT when he mentioned Hannover:: TT-> Why would he want my wife?
Marshal Collins: CSCI>TAC>He doesn't want you wife. he wants her ancestor, dead and her never born.
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>TT> If he dies what happens to me
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> TT-> sorry, I wont allow that
Tarkel London: -nods considering the situation for amoment before commenting- to Kiele briefly- sowe were removed form a place and a time that was no longer valid or functional due to the action the time traveler just explained and yet some how we still have the ability devices and reserves to prevent a war that had our time line continued as scheduled never would have happened in the first place. nodding as he spoke- and its likely over something as simple as who,s ship is bigger than whhoms
Shran113: CO>TAC>None of us will, Lietenant.
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> CNS-> you disappear, babe, as if you never existed
ST NPC01: TT>CO>And that is what he is counting on.
Marshal Collins: CSCI>CNS>I would imagine you woudl cease to exist... Its probably not painful.
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> ::and that was something he did not want to think about::
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>::she holds Aidan::
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> ::takes Cindy in his arms, looking a little protective::
Shran113: CO>::He turns to his crew.::ALL>This is not my mission and i won't order it. But I am going. All who are with me step forward.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::to him... part of this actually seemed fun... Not the bad things happening to the CNS of course but... Time travel, exciting stuff::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::steps forward:: as the doctor... I kind of have to
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::steaps foward::
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He steps forward.::CO>I have never been to Paris.
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> CO-> you can most certainly count me in, sir ::steps forward::
KieleChristienne: ::Under her breath while stepping forward:: Easy, peasy, lemon squeezy..
Tarkel London: CSEC>CSCI> adds in conjecture is head tilted sideways- would be the least painful thing in the universe as simpley never existing would effectively erase her form history- nowup to speed and standing close to the others-
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>CO>You can count on me
Shran113: CO>CNS>No, Commander. You stay here.
Tarkel London: -takes a step forward- don,t count me out any time soon come on chief of security with a working knowledge of earths early weapons I 'm not turning this one down
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> ::takes his wife back into his arms as she stood forward.. or not:: CO-> what.. why
EnsAidanMcKenzie: ?
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>CO> Why
Shran113: CO>CNS>You are pregnant and I won't allow you into a war zone. Besides. If what our host has said is correct this room protects people from temporal shifts.
Marshal Collins: CSCI>CO>Of course. Maybe if she stays here, she won't disappear if we fail.
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> TNIP-> makes sense.. ::turns to Collins:: CSCI > We wont fail
Tarkel London: CSEC>_snaps his finger- CO> ande she would be safe regardless he outcome andd the masters plan would generally be screwed before it began- standing close to Kiele generally as a sign ofsupport -
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>CO> Yes Sir
ST NPC01: TT>ALL>Cindy, may stay here. But this room can only protect a person for so long. Eventually even it to must succumb to the tidal forces of time. it is not a permanent solution.
Robert Devoroh: CMO>CSCI> we wont fail... I feel bad for anyone who stands infront of him ::points to Aiden:: you'd be surprised what a angry husband and father can and will do
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CNS> Don't worry we'll fix it
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> ::hearing Devoroh, he nods with a determined expression:: CMO, ALL > and you can take that to the bank
Shran113: ACTION>The crew is again blinded for a second. When their vision clears they are all standing in digital combat fatigues of the WWIII era. Their shoulder patches shows an eagle globe and anchor. Even more suprising they are all human in appearance.
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>::Is blind amoment then sees everyone is gone::
ST NPC01: TT>::He finishes dialing something on his wrist and looks up.:: ALL>Excellent. You all have proper military ID's, tags, appropriate era weaponry and supplies.
Tarkel London: CSEC>: reaches up to grab his ear shaking his head before checking his teeth and his face with that same hand shaking his head and rolling up the sleeves of his fatigues his second instinct informing him he needs a weapon ot secure the team looking around for shran first then the first officer and down the line counting heads and faces still looking for the CO as he doesnt look like himself-
Shran113: CO>::He looks at his own hands. they are pink and he has brown hair on his head.::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::stands there in era correct equipment and digs through the medical kit to see what it has:: NOIP> you have got to be kidding me...
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Blinks::CO> Your Human you look ok for a pink skin
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> ::glances down at himself after behing blinded and finds he is in another unform, with WWIII style weaponry:: TNIP-> Whoa..
KieleChristienne: Ops>NOIP> Typical of a military fit, the sleeves are too long. ::Rolling them up::
Shran113: CO>CMO>No offense, but I feel a bit bland in coloring. ::he reaches up to his head, but there are no antennae..:: And a bit too light on top.
Tarkel London: CSEC>: shakes hish ead before giving himself a curseryglance to assertain whats up exactly his olive medereranian skintone looking back at him- ops> oh wonderful i'm greeek
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>::sees everyone in a new uniform and the CO Human::
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> ::looks at the CO:: TNIP-> no more blue skin
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CO>None taken Sir
Robert Devoroh: CMO>CO> we could paint you blue if it helps ::smiles making fun:::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::laughs::CSEC> So thats what you would like like as a human
Shran113: CO>CMO>I don't think that would be in the spirit of this mission. I would also check your own reflection. You are appearing more human yourself.
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> ::looks to Cindy, seieng she still looks thye same:: CNS-> You still look beatiful, love
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::shrugs:: its not a huge change for me though
ST NPC01: TT>CO>Captain, one more thing... I would ask that as you are there, if you can find my missing time agent as well, I would be very much in your debt. She means a great deal to... us...
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>::Smiles::
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> ::turns to the CO:: CO> how can I look different, I'm already human
Marshal Collins: CSCI>TAC>I think we look the same, just new threads. ::He hoists his assualt rifle and slings it over his back.::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::looks down and inspects the weaponry he's carrying... Looks like some sort of pistol::
Shran113: CO>TT>I will do my best. ::He nods.:: ALL>I thinhk we are ready.
KieleChristienne: Ops>CSEC> How do I look? I haven't changed sex or anything have I?
Tarkel London: CSEC>:smirksslightly at clyde-MCO> always sort of imagined I would look hispanic -shales his head- please done tell me blue eyed ?-turning his head maybe your green coloring?
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> CSCI-> yeah, that's true ::examines his firearm, smiling a bit as he remembered that type of weaponry where he came from::
Tarkel London: CSEC>OPS> takes a few steps around Kiele letting out a low clicking of evaluation the foreign sound comes out a whistle- no not at all you look about the same to me maybe a few pounds heavier towards the rear though - ducks in the event she slugs him-
EnsAidanMcKenzie: Tac-> ::hears Tarkel, he moves away from him in case she does slug or throw something::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CSEC> Your playing with death ::laughs::
ST NPC01: TT>::He presses a few more dials on his wrist again.::ALL>Good luck. We are all counting on you.
Shran113: ACTION>Everything for the crew of the Aryes goes a blinding flash white.
Shran113: =====PAUSE SIM=====

Captain
USS Aryes NCC-81204
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"A man is no more than the sum of his memories, a culture no more than the sum of its history" -Andorian Proverb

Captain Shran
Commanding Officers

On Andoria, there is always wind. Wind that runs like ice in the soul, daring you to stay alive.

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Tempus Edax Rerum Jan 19, 2010 23:44:01 GMT -5

Post by Captain Shran on Jan 19, 2010 23:44:01 GMT -5

STUF TLar: Attention!
Robert Devoroh: ::AA::
Tarkel London: ::AA::
KieleChristienne: ::AA::
marshalcollins: ::AA::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: ::AA::
cyldegreathouse: ::AA::
Strsfly7: ::AA::
cindyleemckenzie: ::AA::
Shran113: For the record state your name rank and position.
Shran113: CO>Captain Shran
Robert Devoroh: CMO> Dr. Robert Devoroh
STUF TLar: [XO] Cmdr T'Lar
marshalcollins: CSCI>Lieutenant Marshal Collins
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > Lt Jg Aidan McKenzie
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>LtCmdr Ciny McKenzie
cyldegreathouse: MCO>MCapt Clyd Greathouse
KieleChristienne: Ops> MCapt Kiele Christienne
Strsfly7: Vs>Ensign Frank manks
Tarkel London: CSEC> Lt tarkel London
Shran113: I do hope everyone has read the Mission Briefing by now and remembers where we are at?
marshalcollins: Yes, sir
cyldegreathouse: Yes Sir
cindyleemckenzie: Yes Sir
KieleChristienne: Aye, Sir.
Shran113: Commander, McKenzie we are leaving behind for the time being due to her condition and the considerable dangers of this mission.
Shran113: Are there anymore questions?
Robert Devoroh: nope
Strsfly7: Sir Im having trouble with the web site im not able to read the Brief i had to resubment.
cyldegreathouse: None Sir
Shran113: Ok... My crew and I were returning from the neutral zone, when we were literally removed from out own time by a being known only to us as the Time Traveler. He deposited us in the 28th century, and explained to us of the Temporal Cold War that was raging across time and space. The newest battleground was on Earth in this time, what the humans know as World War III. An enemy both of the Time Traveler and apparently my crew, has decided to destroy a conference taking place even at this moment in Paris between major leaders of this war torn world. The resulting alliance will eventually force an end to this long and devastating conflict, but if this enemy, known only as the Master, has his will that conference will never succeed and its attending leaders will be killed.
Shran113: Other important information the platoon commander guarding the bridge into Paris, is Lieutenant Thomas Hannover an ancestor of your ship's counselor. There are two agents from the future in this time period, a good one and a bad one, and if we fail everyone loses
Shran113: Now anymore questions?
marshalcollins: No, sir
Robert Devoroh: none at this time
cindyleemckenzie: No Sir
Strsfly7: None sir
KieleChristienne: No, Sir.
Shran113: =====RESUME SIM=====
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::looks around::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::found himself blinded by the white light and wonders when he'll end up this time, although pretty sure when::
Shran113: ACTION> The crew appears in the city of Paris. Not the beautiful captial city of Earth in their time, but a rundown crumbling city marred by years of destruction, war, and savagry. The temperature never seems to rise above the low 30's and the sky is always a dreary overcast where acird rain showers down at least once a day. The refugees that are around are hungry, suspicious, and cold as they watch the strangers pass. This is literally hell on Earth.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::blinded by a the flash of light then appears in paris... He looks around surveying the area around him::
Strsfly7: Vs> Looks around this look bad everything is wrong here .:::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::looks arond at the WWIII Paris:: TNIP > man, they really trashed the place..
marshalcollins: CSCI>::He hoists his antique rifle onto his arm.::ALL>Damn, not quite what the histoyr books prepare you for.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Tac> A far crry from mine time
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > CSCI > This was supposed to be my future.. I'm glad it isn;t now
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > MCO > I bnever been to Paris but when I last looked it was better looking then this
tarkellondon has been invited.
cindyleemckenzie: CNS> :::Sees the crew disapear:: Is their Chair so I can set down
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She takes notices everything around her.::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he walks forward alittle bit but remains in sight of the rest of the crew while he continues to look around curiously::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ALL > welcome to my world.. only a little more.. nuked
ST NPC01: TT>CNS>::He smiles at her warmly.:: Of course. ::A chair appears.:: Please be comfortable.
KieleChristienne: Ops>::Rubs her hands briskly and stuffs them into her pockets as wary of those around her as they are of them.::
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>::Sits down::TT> Thank you
Tarkel London: CSEC>: panning his rifle around from over his shoulder breathing the warm air out allowing it to form clouds and laughing into the air in the process OPS> now this is more like it
Shran113: CO>ALL>I know this is a disheartening, site, but this is history and we know how it turns out... assuming we are successful. ::He raises his own rifle.:: ALL>We need to start moving. MCO>Sgt. Greathouse. ::he notices his rank.:: You take point. the rest of us will follow.
Strsfly7: Vs>Tac maybe we can change things so this wont happen here.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::looks at VS as he held his rifle:: VS > you tell me how and I would change it
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CO>Yes Sir ::Takes the point and starts moving out::
marshalcollins: CSCI>::He takes a crude machine out of his pack and turns it on. It clicks and beeps::CO>sir, this whole place is slightly irradiated.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > CO > Sir, we MUST succeed.
Tarkel London: CSEC>: walking close panning his rifle around stepping close to the CO> don,t worry captain i got your back-looking over at the rank pips searching his memory- yeah captin thats right -chuckling and sweeping thru the cortyards ful of refugees and devistation all arond-
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::waits for everyone to pass him then falls in near the end of the group... He doesn't have a rifle only a pistol::
Strsfly7: Vs> he walks with the group phazer in his hand just incase something happens.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he is up near the Captain and Clyde, at the ready to defend himself::
Shran113: CO>TAC>Not only for your people, but for my own and the sake of the entire quadrant... CMO>Corporal Deveroh, As the medic maybe we should take some of this time's anti-radiation medication rations. ::he follows Greathouse.::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Looks around as he heads to the bridge::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > CO > Yes, i agree.. but let's not forget about Cindy ::glance to his rifle to make sure the safety is off::
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She follows the rest of the team.::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he digs into the medical pack that to him was about as archaic as a stone axe, then does what he can to accomodate everyone::
marshalcollins: CSCI>::he follows the team, looking at the anceitn device.::NOIP>Whoever thought nuclear weapons were a good idea.
Tarkel London: CSEC>: pacing the captain a few steps behind and to the right swinging the heavy caliber rifle over his shoulder double checking the chain ed rounds and thier count form the heavy ammo box closing on the bridge- CO> would look like a wonderful plac for a heavy chain gun emplacement right along this curb
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::turns back toward Collins:: CSCI > we mainly built them for defence.. but we built so many that for awhile we had a stalemate
Shran113: CO>CSEC>Somehow with you as our SAW gunner, Corporal London, I feel a bit safer. ::he adires his small light machine gun.::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Puts his hand up for them to stop:: CO> I have 3 guards ahead
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::glance at Clyde, seeing to stop motion. he stops::
marshalcollins: CSCI>TAC>So much for defense.
Tarkel London: CSEC>CSCI> and before nuclear disarmament summits we had enough on hand to blow outselves straight to hell twice and then some -chuckling ot himself hearing the captain speak before adding- CO> I hate time travel sir and thusly I wanna waste as many of theese incoming atackers as I can get my hands on - said over the rumble of the marching men and thier feet against the semi wet ground his breath still hanging in clouds here and rthere-
KieleChristienne: Ops> ::Slogging through the mud.:: Is anyone reminded of basic training scenarios?
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > CSCI > The United States and Russia had the most of them, each for defense but knew if they fired them, they would destroy the world..
Shran113: ACTION>After several minute of walking a figure in dirty digital urban fatigues blocks the path. Suddenly several more seem to rise up out of the ashes of the city. Their weapons pointed at the group.
Robert Devoroh: CMO>Ops> Not really... Would have to go to basic training to know about it
Tarkel London: CSEC>OPS> I'm hungry if that counts for anything
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he stopped and raised his rifle as he saw the group pointing rifles at them::
Shran113: CO>::Shran raises his hands for halt. Keeping the other hand on his own rifle.::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::see's the figures pop up and he moves out for cover drawing his pistol aiming back::
Strsfly7: Vs>Csec here you go he passes a energy bar to him.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Looks through his filed glasses to idea them::
KieleChristienne: Ops> ::Gratefully stops, catching her breath::
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She halts.::
Tarkel London: CSEC>-sighs a deep swear word Kiele would have recognized if he had not come form his mouth in a thick italian instead of reman dropping the SAW to waist level and the ammo sling around his waist leaning backwards to brace awaiting orders to let them rip-
ST NPC01: LT>::He raises his own rifle.::ALL>Well lookie here what we got, ey boys... ::The soldiers surround the Aryes crew laugh, but do not lower their weapons.::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > Lt > You can look all ya want, but you touch and I shoot
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Looks at the Lt::
ST NPC01: LT>ALL>Excuse my men and I for being suspicious, you got ter understand, we don't see many soldiers these days with such clean cammies, and we weren't exactly expecting any Yanks to show up.
Tarkel London: CSEC>-sighing a qwuick word- wonderful the shake down expected this
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Lt> We just arrived
KieleChristienne: Ops> ::Waits for the Captain to direct them, observing while she can the number and placement of the soldiers::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::lowers his rifle a bit, but keeps it ready::
ST NPC01: LT>MCO>I wasn't talking to you, Sgt. CO>I see you're a Captain. Perhaps now we can see some ID. ::he british accent really seems to mangle the last word.::
Shran113: CO>::He removexs his hand from the rifle, and reaches into his pocket and slowly walks toward the other officer. he hands over the small wallet he finds inside.::
Tarkel London: CSEC>:chuckles lightly- Idea why I have no idea what your talkin about- muttered thru his teeth around the hunk of chewing gum clinched between them and mostly to himself-
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::his rifle raised an inch or two, as the Captain walked toward the Lt::
ST NPC01: LT>::he flips through the ID, nodding as he examines it for a few moments. Finally he raises his hand and his men lower their weapons.:: CO>Captain Sean James Aryes, 1st Infantry North American Alliance Marines... Sorry for the suspicious captain but we weren't told about American reienforcements before all our blasted equpiment went dead.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Looks at the Lt::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::observing whats going on he reholsters his pistol and goes back to the group from his cover position::
Shran113: CO>::He takes the ID back and stores, a little taken a back by the name. he never thought to check what his own names was.:: LT>It is understandable. We have reason to believe your position will soon come under attack. We are here to reinforce you.... Lieutenant...
Tarkel London: CSEC>_lowers his m249 slowly one hand still on the trigger relaxing his stance some -
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::rifle lowers a bit again::
ST NPC01: LT>Thomas Hannover ::he reaches out to shake the other man's hand.:: CO>And we already know about the attack. We have been repelling small scouting parties for two days now. Its the Greenies, though god knows how they got this far behind our lines... But we can welcome all the help we can get.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Scanning area with his eyes::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::eyes widen as the Lt introduces himself ::hushed whisper to self::self > Hannover!
Shran113: ACTION>As the weapons are lowered more soldiers come out of hidden positions in the broken buildings around them. They seem cautious at first but then come over and start greeting the new arrivals as friends and comrades.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Lt Hannover> were are they attacking from
Tarkel London: CSEC>-nods briefly catching the name not figuring the person they were looking for woudl be so easyto find or to defend-
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::glancing around as more soldiers came out of hiding. He then walks up to Lt Hannover:: Lt > Sir, I am pleased to meet you
Shran113: CO>LT>This Staff Seargent Cylde Greathouse.
Strsfly7: Vs> Csec looks likes things will be ok here
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he stands there not greeting anyone... Too many people in a single small area makes for the perfect target::
Tarkel London: CSEC>_taking several hands in the process of greeting glancing around for thier light machine gunner and moving ot team himself with the other corporal as fast as he can becoming lost in aside discusssion regarding thier weapons applied methods and understandings of thier guns-
ST NPC01: LT>MCO>Pleasure to meet you Sgt. Sorry about the scare before. We have been a bit jumpy, thought maybe you were another greenie trick... They have been coming from across the bridge and through the shallows further down stream, but we just set up blocades there not but two hours ago.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>ALL> Unless we want be sniped we should take cover
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::moves back to the cover position he was at before after hearing greathouse::
KieleChristienne: Ops>::Steps forward without introductions, prefering to keep the knowledge of her sex to herself for now.::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>LT> Unterstandable your just doing your lob
ST NPC01: LT>MCO>right, you are Me boy-o. We have a small camp set up inside those buildings. Best we retire there. ::he gestures and he men, minus their sentires who take their positons again, disappear back into the nearby buildings.::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Lt> Lead the blomming way Hannover ::he smiles::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::glance at Clyde::
Shran113: CO>::He nods for his crew to follow.:: LT>Lieutenant Hannover, you mentioned that your communications went down. ::he follows them inside to their small meager camp lit by generators.::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::gets up following the others::
marshalcollins: CSCI>::He continues talking to a French soldier as they enter into the camp.::
Strsfly7: Vs He moves with the group atleast the mission is going good so far.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::follows the others, listening to the CO and Hannover::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::enters the camp::
Tarkel London: CSEC>_ as he enters the camp; VS> good you call this good? security breeches no good emplacements a lack of cover this surely is no good mission
Strsfly7: Vs>Csec I ment we have not been harmed thats what i ment.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Lt> Hannover Your Ok
ST NPC01: LT>CO>Aye, Captain Aryes. Just before the attacks started. Our UAV fell out of the blinking sky, like it just lost power. But before it did we saw what amounted to a bloody battalion coming at us. God, knows what they are waiting for before they attack. They have been playing cta and mouse games with us now for two days.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > MCO > Of course, he is Clyde. He is.. ::suddenly stops::
Tarkel London: CSEC>:searches around he building finding an almost open window for cover unfolding the bipod handing the machine gun down from his standingopsition into the window frame and digging in next to the other light machine gunners in the window frame- VS> well no not yet.. but the day is yuong and there is still opprotunity yet to play the hero
KieleChristienne: Ops>::Joins the others, staying in the shadows and listening.::
Shran113: CO>::Shran was starting to get a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He could have swore his antennae were twitching, if he had any.::
Tarkel London: CSEC>: tosses Kiele a protein bar form his coat pocket adding tothe side OPS> you,ll need yourstrength this isn,t gonnabe pretty-returns to listening for the plan-
Shran113: CO>LT>How many men do you have here?
KieleChristienne: Ops>::catches it with a grateful smile that fades as soon as she tastes it.::
ST NPC01: LT>CO>I started out with just a company, but out company commander was killed on the first, and I have since had to reshuffle our ranks. Currently I have about 26 men counting myself.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Sudys were the attacks come from::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > Lt > and just how many of the enemy are we talking about, sir?
Shran113: ACTION>As greathouse studies the crudely drawn battle maps that have been meant to replace the now dead elctronic mapping equipment, An Athletic woman in EU combat fatigues looks the group over. Her eyes linger longer on Aidan than anyone else.
Tarkel London: CSEC>:actually snickers to himself nibbling into his protein bar thinking well its no roasted vole buttt-
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, he getting the feeling he is being watched::
marshalcollins: CSCI>::He takes his own ration of food and starts to snack on it.::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CO>Lt> Look at this ::points to the map::
Shran113: CO>::He looks where he is directed.::MCO>What is it Cap... Sgt?
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he glances around a bit, casually. It takes a moment for him to spot the Athletic woman::
Tarkel London: CSEC>CSCI> about all we can do now collins... just sit andwait till something happens sighs and leans against the wall finishing the nasty protein bar discarding the wrapper eyes dropping into the window to check the skyline-
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CO> On this Map do they come this way ::points it out::
ST NPC01: WOMAN>::She nods to the tacitcal officer before looking suddenly disinterested.::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Woman> Not nice to stare doll face
Strsfly7: Vs>Tac do yo uknow that women he looks over at her.
ST NPC01: LT>MCO>Aye, we have encountered them there.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::nods back, then looks at Clyde:: MCO > be nice, sir
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::glance at VS:: VS > No, never saw her before now
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CO>According to this Map their coming from this area
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he shrugs and then looks over to Clyde and the map he's studying::
Tarkel London: CSEC> tapping out a smoke form his pocket and lighting up keping the flame and the cigarette cupped inhalingthe noxious thing for the firsttime cringing some snickering at the woman and the exchange withe the tactical officerwondering idley could he wind up being his own grampa?-
ST NPC01: LT>MCO>It makes sense, and we have suspected as much but we never had the man power to do a proper scout, but with you and Captain Aryes here, perhaps...
Shran113: ACTION>A call rises up from outside, as the sound of gun and artillery fire suddenly rip the silence of the overcast afternoon. The whistling of a dropping shell falls suddenly close their small headquarters is rocked by the nearby explosion. All the EU soldiers grab their weapons and start taking up positons.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CSEC>Look at this if we but your gun here would get them in a cross fire
KieleChristienne: Ops> ::Gives Tarkel a pained look:: CSEC>Is that necessary? It smells bad enough in here as is.
marshalcollins: CSCI>::He drops his protein bar and grabs his rifle.::NOIP>Son of a...
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::looks up ::ALL> Its rainning
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he jumps up hearing the artillery, grabbing his rifle, then stumbled a bit as the ground shook:: that was a little close
Tarkel London: CSEC>: along with the othr squad machine gunners tarkel dropps ito position snuffing the cagarette out in the process givingKiele a small wrigh chuckle- figured that might help with the smellof wet dog everywhere - his eyes sharp in the overcast afternoon light searching the sky the ground and everywhere -
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Tac> That missed us by 1/3 of a mile
ST NPC01: LT>CO>That would the greenies...
Shran113: =====PAUSE SIM=====
cyldegreathouse: ::AA::
Strsfly7: ::AA::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: ::AA::
cindyleemckenzie: ::AA::
marshalcollins: ::AA::
KieleChristienne: Ops> ::Coughs and jumps up, ready to follow the others but confused as to whether they should follow the Captain/ Lieutenant or the other

Captain
USS Aryes NCC-81204
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"A man is no more than the sum of his memories, a culture no more than the sum of its history" -Andorian Proverb

Captain Shran
Commanding Officers

On Andoria, there is always wind. Wind that runs like ice in the soul, daring you to stay alive.

Posts: 527

Tempus Edax Rerum Jan 26, 2010 23:44:23 GMT -5

Post by Captain Shran on Jan 26, 2010 23:44:23 GMT -5

STUF TLar: Attention!
marshalcollins: ::AA::
KieleChristienne: ::AA::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: ::AA::
Tarkel London: -gives Kiele another stray glance outta the corner of his eye - as for a bikini-AA::
Robert Devoroh: ::AA::
cyldegreathouse: ::AA::
cindyleemckenzie: ::AA::
Shran113: For the record state your name, rank and position.
STUF TLar: [XO] Cmdr T'Lar
Shran113: CO>Captain Shran
marshalcollins: CSCI>Lieutenant Marshal Collins
cyldegreathouse: MCO>MCapt Clyde Greathouse
Robert Devoroh: CMO> Dr. Robert Devoroh
Tarkel London: HELM> LT Tarkel London
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > Lt Jg Aidan McKenzie
KieleChristienne: Ops> MCapt Kiele Christienne
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>LtCmndr Cindy McKenzie
Shran113: To briefly recap what has happened shince last week's meeting. We arrived at St. Michael's Bridge and discovered a company of EU soldiers under the command of 1st Lieutenant Thomas Hannover. They have been holding against a much larger force of the Fourth World Army, or Greenies, as they are called. They have been keeping them from crossing that bridge.
Shran113: After confirming our identity as NAA Marines under the command of Captain Sean J. Aryes, my cover identity. We were given only a brief respite to meet their remaing troops until our position then came under attack by the greenies again. That is where we left off.
Shran113: any questions?
Tarkel London: ::RH::
Shran113: Yes, Lieutenant
Tarkel London: canI have some waffles?
Shran113: I dont think they make those in MRE form.
Tarkel London: tragic well thats all : resumes AA:
Robert Devoroh: they dont...
Robert Devoroh: no questions
marshalcollins: None sir
JLtAidanMcKenzie: No, questions, sir
KieleChristienne: No questions, Captain.
cyldegreathouse: no
cindyleemckenzie: no
Shran113: =====RESUME SIM=====
Tarkel London: HELM>-leans over his squad assault weapon after snuffing out the cigarette in his hands taking his aim and leveling his weapon againsthe window frame -
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>::sitting back in the room hoping their doing OK::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::Looks around the area to see if anyone there from the NAA is injured::
Shran113: ACTION>The sound of gun fire is clear now, as part of the broken down building Hannover's men have been hold up in is chipped away by repeated gun fire. Explosions can be heard close by preceeded by the sound of dropping mortar shells.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::grabs his rifle as the shelling started, he also grabs a grenade launcher::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Takes cover to get a good shot at them and fires::
KieleChristienne: Ops> ::Under her breath:: So if they can't take us out, they'll take the structures out piece by piece from under us.
Tarkel London: HELM>_stabalizing a hand on the grip of the weapon he finally unleashed a barage of clearing and covering fire almost swinging the weapon in a quarter circle to lay down as much suppressive fire aspossable in as wide a coverage pattern as possable-
ST NPC01: LT>::Hannover is yelling orders to his men as they take position along the broken wall to return fire. Several fall to the ground never to get back up before they can get under proper cover.::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::moves up behind Clyde:: MCO > Cover me ::he then lops a couple gredaes out toward where he thinks they're shelling and firing from::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::moves to the center so that if anyone gets hurt he can get to them quickly... He takes a knee to lower his profile::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Helm> We got find away to flank them
JLtAidanMcKenzie: lobs
Shran113: CO>::He dives for cover near Hannover.::LT>What do you need?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Had laid cover fire down::
Tarkel London: HELM>_stops firing his ears ringing that sweet soft hum still MCO> flank? this ? are you insane? if you had about ten more of these maybe- patting his SAW as indication returning ot firing trying ot look for a better position-
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Tac> Over that hill
Shran113: ACTION>Men can be seen in the trees on the opposite shore of the river. A rumbling is heard with the low sound of the grinding of gears approaching.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::takes aim where Clyde indicates and fires off a couple more grenaed::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>ALL> Tank
cyldegreathouse: MCO>ALL> We need to take it out or move
marshalcollins: CSCI>::as one of the EU soliders falls with to a bullet he takes up his position, staying low and trying to find a target. The dust, and sweat mingle with the smell of the ammunition. His eyes are stining as he scans the distant tree line.::
Tarkel London: HELM>MCO>Tank? oh shi... now thats no good -stands hauling the m249 to his aarms and creaping around motioning to clyde that it was poop or get of rthe pot time trying ot find higher ground-
KieleChristienne: Ops> Tac> This isn't an organized attack. They're picking us of without giving us the chance to retaliate.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > Ops > even I can see that and I am not a military genius
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::points out a flat roof top:: I'll cover you
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ALL > anyone have an armor peircing missiles?
Shran113: CO>LT>Can we call for support?
Tarkel London: HELM>_slamming in another chain or ammo- MCO> sure enough Im on it - making like a bat outta hell withthe heavy eweapon slung around his shoulders hauling ass for the taller structure before digging in again watching the other heavy gunners for his que ot beginn again -
ST NPC01: LT>CO>No, sir. The enemy has some sort of energy jamming device. Its like an EM field... I have never seen such a thing. All our electrical and digital equipment is useless... I can't even use the damn radios.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > MCO > How can we flank them when we dont even know how many there are?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Fowllos::Helm> I'll draw the Tank when it aims for me fire
Shran113: ACTION>A woman soldier tackles Aidan as a bullet impacts the wall close to where he had been standing.
KieleChristienne: Ops> Tac>They've killed communications and can take us at their leisure. Why haven't they tried an all out assault yet?
Tarkel London: HELM> he starts taking count evaluating the battlefield and surveying the area
Tarkel London: HELM> maintains his position on the ground eyeing the action form concealment countingto himself and reloading-
Shran113: ACTION>Finally the rumbling sound grows to a climax and the road is crested by a large armored vehicle, slow moving but thick with armor.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he was about to fire off another grenade when he is tackled, a bullet just passing over his head:: woman > hey! ::lands with her on top of him::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::watches over the troops making sure no one gets hurt and if someone does he can be quick to respond::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Starts fireing at the tank:: NIPL> This better work
KieleChristienne: Ops>Tac> The way I see it, the only way we're going to win this engagement is by knowing what their plan is.
ST NPC01: WOMAN>TAC>Don't mention it. ::She moves away quickly::
Tarkel London: HELM>_ watching Clyde closely to assure he doesn,t do something to retarded his finger resting on the trigger waiting for a good chance to let loose-
cyldegreathouse: MAC>::Pulls a grenade and throws it at the tank::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he gets up when the woman moves:: woman > thanks ::he calls after her, then turned to Kiele:: Ops > only way to know that is if we can read their minds
Shran113: CO>::He stays lows and moves toward greathouse.::MCO>Capt... Sgt... I am not a ground commander. What action do you advise?
KieleChristienne: ::Smiles:: Ops>Helm> Tarkel? Can you pick up anything?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CO>::Move down the revine get close toos a grenade
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he sees the tank and tries to manuever away from it's firing range, trying to pick off enemy soldiers::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Throws another Grenade::
Shran113: CO>MCO>That seems a bit risky. Could we not blow the bridge?
Tarkel London: HELM>OPS>his ears almost twitch with anticipatin closing his eyes he can count the number of personal- OPS>I would say a company of armed men upwards of seventy or more two commanding minds working collectively and communicating through written messages and runners
Shran113: ACTION>The slow moving armored transport impervious to the few odd grenades begins to move across the stone bridge.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::moves up toward the CO:: CO > I'd blow the bridge, throwing grenade at a heavily armored tank is just wasting ammo
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::aims at a couple bridge supposrts and fires a couple grenades::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Helm> Now
Tarkel London: HELM>OPS>_points to the APC- that driver we ll honestly hes terrified of warfare and this is making him nervous as all hell CO> I believe you could indeed demolish this bridge and you would see thier actions stop in mid run captain
Tarkel London: HELM>-smiles on clydes recommendation ramiaining in concealment aiming atthe drivers compartment the area behind the APC and around the area of efect srpaying ammo fast as the rounds cn clear-
KieleChristienne: Ops> Helm> Could you perhaps play on that fear? Make him more nervous. Make him feel his life is in danger if he doesn't turn around right now>
marshalcollins: CSCI>NOIP>this must be the "fog of war" I can barely see any damn thing. ::He keeps firing at what he thinks are moving targets, trying to stay low. His eyes still stinging from the strain.::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::adjusts himself so he remains in the center::
Tarkel London: HELM>_his mindstill in overdrive hoping like all hell this works his attentions focused on Kieles words and the APC drivers vision fiocusing on his ees jackhammering lead and firepower into the cabins windows and all around projecting the image to th3e driver
ST NPC01: LT>::He moves toward the conversation, keeping his head low, giving the odd order or word of encouragement to his men.:: CO>Captain, what is your plan?
Tarkel London: the image o a classic childhood fear the appearance of a large leather winged dragon that stands tall spitting fire as tarkel himself emulates the dragons movements -
Shran113: CO>LT>I might have something.... HELM>Corporal, Can you... incapacite the driver of that vehicle?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Tac> Toss me that AT4
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::fires off a couple rounds from his trifle then reaches over to grab the AT4, walks over to hand it to clyde::
Shran113: CO>HELM>Quickly...
Tarkel London: HELM>CO> that an more captain I could make his s**this pants right about now- the illusion of the dragon that tarkel was projecting now clear to all present and watching taking very careful aim standing up form his prone position and laying five quick rounds into the APC,s windshield-
Tarkel London: HELM>NOIP> eat that
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Takes it aimes it at the vehicles window and fires::
ST NPC01: LT>CO>I don't understand... He is not a sniper... how would he do such a thing?
KieleChristienne: Ops> Now THAT will flush a few out of hiding.
Shran113: ACTION>The transport lumbering forward across the bridge, suddely swings left and slams into the metal railing of the once ornate bridge. The driver is collapsed at the controls.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::finally decides to unholster his pistol just incase someone gets within 50m of him::
Tarkel London: HELM>_his head still lowered the machine gun still feeding round after round thru the windows of the APC snarling trying ot push the bullets with his mind into heads necks backs and shoulders still standing in the clearing- NOIP> ahhhhh -snarling as the chain runs out of ammo- NOIP> sonofa....-dives back ito the bushes bringing the3 weapon with him-
Tarkel London: HELM>OPS> ya had to ask me to do it didn,t ya?
Shran113: ACTION>The back of the vehicle opens up, as men in the gray boxy uniforms of the Fourth World Army spill out, and begin their retreat back across the bridge... with little cover not many of them escape the retreat. Many of them takes several shots before falling, their systems so filled with drugs and chemicals.
KieleChristienne: Ops>::Rather than firing blindly or woildly at an enemy she can't see, continues to pick off, with considerable accuracy, single assailants as they come into range::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::watches as rhe enemy begins the retrat and he fires from his rifle, launcing some grenades into the midst as well::
Tarkel London: HELM>_having little option nd little energy remaining takes a knee and continues to jack hammer shots wildly and almost blindly here and thee his eyes adjusted to the glow of the nuzzle-
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::AT4 Rocket hits the truck blowing it up::
marshalcollins: CSCI>::He watches the carnage unfold. History seems all too present all of a sudden. He realizes he preferred it when he couldn't see.::
Shran113: ACTION>The rocket impacts on the side of the vehcile. It tips sideways, and falls to partially block the bridge.
Shran113: After several more tense moments the sounds of battle fade, and finally the only remaining sound of the brief but intense skirmish that just occured is the sound of the falling acid rain that no one can seem to remember had started.
Tarkel London: HELM>sitssilently waiting, watching,
cyldegreathouse: MCO>ALL> WE need to take out that bridge, I need exsplosive I 'll rig it
ST NPC01: LT>MCO>We already have the bridge rigged, but we cannot remotely detonate it, because of the energy jaming device the enemy has.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::lowers his rifle as the battle dies down, he looks at Kiele:: Ops > I'm glad I didnt have to fight in this war
ST NPC01: LT>MCO>Besides, this is a supply route... I would prefer not to cut that off, unless we have to.
Tarkel London: HELM>MCO> I think the APC in the road should block thier movement only one entry point and one exit
KieleChristienne: Ops> MCO> Think first! It that was all there was to it, why is it still being defended? Why not destroy it and move on?
marshalcollins: CSCI>::He slumps down in exhaustion and feels sick. For once no words come to his mouth.::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>ALL> All right ::jumps down::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he walks back toward where Collins is positioned:: CSCI > you look a little green around the gills. you ok?
Shran113: CO>LT>Sgt. Greathouse is correct though. That armored transport will at least block anymore attempts for them to move ground vehicels across.
Tarkel London: HELM>strides past Kiele OPS> your ponytails showing and I beleive I acan see a bra strap thru your BDU
marshalcollins: CSCI>TAC>I am fine. I just need a minute.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::reholsters his pistol and gets up going from troop to troop:: ALL> How is everyone?
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he nods:: CSCI > Yeah, me too. I'm not used to playing war
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO> I suggest a recon to find out and destroy whatever they're using to scramble our electronics.
Tarkel London: HELM>CMO> drained..and theres a cut above my eye but hey I like blood loss
ST NPC01: LT>CO>Captain, you asked me what I needed... I need intelligence, and if at all possible I need to know how they are jaming our electronics, yet they can still move an armored transport without it being effected... I need Intelligence, and I am not sure what your corporal did back there, but it is obvious you are no normal military unit...
KieleChristienne: Ops> ::Winks at Tarkel:: Helm>What if I said I wasn't wearing one?
Shran113: CO>LT>I would ask that you do not reveal my corporal's capabilities... it is... classified
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS>Jump up and down
ST NPC01: LT>CO>I understand, quite frankly the idea of Psi-Ops seems a little sci-fi to me, but right now I dont care what he did as long as he did it.
Tarkel London: HELM>_the ringing in his ears finally stopping and muttering shi.. to himself as he hears the Lt,s words cringing slightly- OPS> i'd say that i'd have to see that for myself corporal -winking back at kiele-
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::nods and grabs some patrolium jelly... Cleans the Helms cut and covers the cut with a film of jelly to control the bleeding:: Helm> When we get back I'll give you something better
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CO> I scout ahead
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he looks around for the female officer that saves his skin, wondering who she is::
Shran113: CO>MCO>Hold this position a moment, Sgt.
Tarkel London: HELM>cmO> thanks corpsman I appreciate that should stop the brunt of the mess for now at least nothing makes me woozey faster than an open gash
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CO> Yes Sir
Shran113: CO>LT>Have you not sent out a scouting party?
Robert Devoroh: CMO>Helm> no problem, thats what I'm here for
ST NPC01: LT>CO>I sent my best men, I have no idea what happened to them, that was four days ago.... But I have this feeling that your men might have better luck.
Robert Devoroh: CMO>MCO> what they need to understand is that your a mad dog... you make special forces look like the girl scouts... Aint that right?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>MCO> Yes I do
Robert Devoroh: CMO>MCO> dont worry buddy, I see it
Shran113: CO>::He conisders his options for a moment, knowing the very real possibility of what he could be ordering his people to...: MCO>Sgt. take, London, McKenzie, and Christienne... See if you can scout the enemies, position... Get whatever information you can, don't take any unneeded risks... ::he points his now pink finger at him.:: I want you all back.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Laughs:: The Aint fought nothing like me
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::walks back over towards Clyde:: CO > No worries, sir. I'll be back. I can't die
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CO> I'll bring everyone back
ST NPC01: LT>MCO>And take Mac and Darby with you. They are whats left of the Parisian that joined up with me a few days ago. They know the city.
Shran113: ACTION>A boy no older than 17 steps forward and introduces himself as Darby. He is followed by the slender woman who not so long ago dove onto McKenzie to save his life. Mac simple nods.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Team> Form Up
Tarkel London: HELM>_ a vicious look covers his olive face a wicked grin preceeding it - you got it captain no dying
Shran113: =====PAUSE SIM=====

Captain
USS Aryes NCC-81204
_______________
"A man is no more than the sum of his memories, a culture no more than the sum of its history" -Andorian Proverb

Captain Shran
Commanding Officers

On Andoria, there is always wind. Wind that runs like ice in the soul, daring you to stay alive.

Posts: 527

Tempus Edax Rerum Feb 3, 2010 0:02:42 GMT -5

Post by Captain Shran on Feb 3, 2010 0:02:42 GMT -5

STUF TLar: Attention!
KieleChristienne: ::AA::
Marshal Collins: ::AA::
Strsfly7: ::AA::
cyldegreathouse: ::AA::
Robert Devoroh: ::AA::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: ::AA::
Tarkel London: ::AA::
cindyleemckenzie: ::AA::
Shran113: For the record state your name, rank, and position
Shran113: CO>Captain Shran
Marshal Collins: CSCI>Lieutenant Marshal Collins
Robert Devoroh: CMO> Dr. Robert Devoroh
cyldegreathouse: MCO>MCapt Clyde Greathouse
Tarkel London: HELM>lt Tarkel London
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > Lt Jg Aidan McKenzie
KieleChristienne: Ops> MCapt Kiele Christienne
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>LtCmdr Cindy McKenzie
STUF TLar: [XO] Cmdr T'Lar
Strsfly7: Vs>Ensign Frank manks
Shran113: Welcome everyone
Shran113: We will pick up where we left off last week.
Shran113: Greathouse, London, Christienne, McKenzie, and two of the local EU Parisian Militia, Mac and Darby have been assigned a little recon.
Shran113: Your assignment is to find the main body of the enemy forces, asses their realitve strengths and weaknesses. You are also tasked with keeping an eye out for the device that is rendering all the 21st century electrical equipment inoperable. It is not tech native to this time, so it must be future tech.
Shran113: The rest of us will remain with Hannover and his men to reinforce the defense of St. Michael's bridge.
Shran113: Are there any questions?
JLtAidanMcKenzie: No, sir
Strsfly7: ::No Sir::
Marshal Collins: No, sir
Robert Devoroh: none
Shran113: To my team going afield, be safe and remember to remain hidden.
Shran113: =====RESUME SIM=====
Tarkel London: HELM>_troops off behind Mac into the underbrush holding his weapon close to his chest to facilitate a little mroe rapidity-
Shran113: CO>CMO>Doct... Sgt Deveroh, would you please take Private Mank and see what you can do for the men who suffered in our last skirmish.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::stays close to clyde, carrying his rifle and the grenade launcher in case he needs it::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Moves through the underbrush as quite as he can::
Robert Devoroh: CMO>CO> sure thing... ::went to mank and followed them through the wounded::
ST NPC01: MAC>::She moves through the underbrush with her handgun held at the ready. She casts a long glance back at Aidan, before looking away.::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Holds up a hand for them to stop as smoe soolider pass by::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::can hear leaves rustling and branches breakng while Clyde lumbers through the brush::
KieleChristienne: Ops>::Since everyone has chosen the obvious pieces of cover, stays behind whatever is left, primarily wrecked equipment.::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he caught a glimpse of the woman looking at him and he couldn't help but smile::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::and yes, he'd stop when Clyde would raise his hand to do so::
Tarkel London: HELM>- keeping an eye out for Kiele and the others dropping to the rear to pan for any possable equipment wreckage or personnel that seem out o place
Shran113: CO>::He makes his way to T'Lar.:: XO>Lieutenant Taylor. you have been quiet through this ordeal. I could use a good level headed assesment of our situation. I need an anchor is all this, as humans say.
Strsfly7: Vs> He has his weapon and ready at the Bridge in case there is an atacck.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Tac> Move up to those bushes and check it out
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::he finally comes out of his reverie, and he makes his way to Deveroh.::CMO>What do you need Doc. I want to help.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::looks at the injuries of thoses... Well injured doing what he can to treat them with ringers, medication and if needed.... Field surgury:: CSCI> whats the extent of your medical training?
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::nods at Clyde and moves toward the bushes indicated::
KieleChristienne: Ops>::Sees nothing out of the ordinary. Perhaps what they are looking for appears ordinary.::
Shran113: ACTION>Below the team, McKenzie can see a flat dell that would have been scenic in better times. Low lying on the outskirts of Paris, but now it is nothing more than mud and weeds. It is an array of small tents, three more heavy troop transport vehicles are lined along its backside and at regular intervals patrols pass close to thie positon.
Marshal Collins: CSCI>CMO>Basic Academy Training... nothing more.
Marshal Collins: CSCI>CMO>I just feel the need to... do something... I don't know
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he sees the Flat spot with all the tents, heavy troop transports and a couple patrols and he looks back to Clyde, motioing him to come forward and see what he just spotted::
Robert Devoroh: CMO>CSCI> cool, first aid... You can triage, find me the most seriously injured
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Moves forward and looks::
Tarkel London: HELM>-sits still listening and watching the terrain
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He nods, and begins to move off to do basic assesment on the wounded, marking them as he goes.::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he looks a bit smug, thinking he found something really important::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>ALL> They are well armed down there
ST NPC01: MAC>::She is suddenly next to them.::MCO>Yeah, and their equpiment isnt being affected by that dampening field. They must know something we don't.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he looks at his current patient whose "freaking out" reassuring them they'll be okay and moves on to the next one, looking for the more serious first::
KieleChristienne: Ops> And it's well patroled and the area is clear of cover. We won't be sneaking in.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>MAC> Yes and I don't see the dampening field anywere
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > MCO, MAC > too bad we dont have a nuke.. we can take them out in one shot.. course, it would take us out too...
Tarkel London: HELM>OPS>- tapping his squad assault weapon- and whispering- to hell with sneaking?
STUF TLar: [XO] [CO] It is hard for me to say this moment, sir. It is odd that this place and time is important.
ST NPC01: MAC>MCO>Whatever the device is thats doing it, I would probably put it under pretty heavy guard. ::She points to a larger tent with several gray clad soldiers surrounding it.:: MCO>That would seem a likely place.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>MAC> Yes that looks like it be the spot
Shran113: CO>XO>It is odd, how the destiny of one world is so tied up in the affairs of the rest of us. Just think if not for these people. ::He motions around to the dead and dying cluthing their weapons of death.:: You and I would not be what we are today, our people may even have killed each other centuries ago... Destiny is not always logical.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>ALL> If we can blow up one of those vehicles it could cause a diversion
KieleChristienne: Ops> All> Don't be so certain. It could be their command center or it could be they want us to think that's where it would be kept..a decoy.
Robert Devoroh: CMO>CSCI> how bad are the ones over there?:: pointing to a group the csci just finished::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > MCO > I got my grenade launcher, I'm sure that'll work
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He comes to the next soldier to examin him. He is a kid, maybe 17 at most. His eyes are open, but he is no longer breathing. The hole in his chest tells Collins all he needs to know. He is dead. Collins moves on with a heavy heart.::
STUF TLar: [XO] [CO] True. It is usually what we make of it that makes a difference. The only thing that I could say is to continue looking until we find the answer.
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He looks up.::CMO>They are minor at most. These are more critical. He motions to the group he is walking among.
Tarkel London: HELM>OPS>hmmmmm got a plan -reachng for his sleeve tearing of a small hunk- ever make a molitoff cocktail?
Strsfly7: Vs> He looks over he his glad he did not live in this time of the world it wou ld have been hard life to live .
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Tac> Were to far for the grenade luncher
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > MCO > you got a better idea?
Shran113: ACTION>A branch snaps behind the small team, followed by the sound of a gun being cocked.
ST NPC01: GREENIE>ALL>Don't move. ::The two men have their weapons trained on the small group.::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::gets up and moves towards CSCI while he does he picks up everyones rifles and distributes them telling the ones with minor injuries to "stop being babies"::
KieleChristienne: Ops>Helm> It would make a good distraction. we can't serious think that just six of us are going to succeed to destroying the compound. We need to consider who's going to do what and how.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::freezes at the sounds of the weapon being cocked:: TNIP > busted..
Tarkel London: HELM>_glances all round- ALL>s**t-holds still his finger still on the trigger-
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::hears the snap rolls on his back throwing a dagger at him::
KieleChristienne: Ops> Well that resolves the problem of getting in.
Shran113: ACTION>Everything happens at once. Darby, jumps at one of the soldiers. A shot rings outs, and the young Parisian falls dead. His body impacting one of the soldiers bringing him to the ground as Greathouse's knife sails over them.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > LLhe suddenly rolled and fired his rifle.. actually it was the grenade launcher, watching a grenade hit the greeny in the chest::
Tarkel London: HELM>-swings the weapon left and depressed the weapons action, raining fire down on the camp below - HUAL ASS
Shran113: ACTION>The grenade impacts the face of the greenie soldier but fails to detonate because of the proximity safety. The soldier goes down, as he falls he fires his rifle in the air. The remaing soldier climbs out from under the dead boy to bring his weapon to bear.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::as soon as the soldier brings hos weapon to bear, he already has his rifle ready and fires::
Shran113: ACTION>The camp below responds to grenade discharge and gun fire and their are yells as well as the ping of stray shots being fired up at their position. Beelow forces are being mobilized, quickly.
KieleChristienne: Ops>Tac> Here's my plan.When they run out, I run in and get a look at what's there.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::glances at Kiele:: Ops > good plan, just dont get caught or killed in the process
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::ducks as stray bullets start flying::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Helm> Keep her coverd
ST NPC01: MAC>CMO>What are you crazy we are going to have the entire camp on us in moments.
Strsfly7: Vs>Co Sir i think we might attack soon just have that feeling .
Tarkel London: HELM>_snarling and pushing into the insuing paniced firepower cranking shots left and right pointing at kiele- OPS>come on get taht butt in motion
Shran113: CO>VS>Understood, private. Stay alert.
KieleChristienne: Ops> ::Skirts the group and starts making her way down into the clearing.::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > MAC > we need to get moving, let's go ::he grabs her arm and tries to follow Kiele and Tarkel with her in tow::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>MAC> Yes we will and they wont expect this
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::follows the rest of the group::
Shran113: ACTION>More and more soldiers begin to grab weapons below and are moving toward the group's positon firing up at them as they approach.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Fires down on the soliders:: TAC> Fire the grenade lunacher down at them
KieleChristienne: Ops>::Heads for the large tent, checking to see if the guards have left or gone inside.::
Tarkel London: HELM>moving slow because o the size of the weapon and the force hes already exerted hmammering pullets into the structures tents and areas aroudn Kiele generally creating a disrttraction
ST NPC01: MAC>::She fires down toward the group, now starting to climb the hill.:: MCO>They are going to surround us. We need an evac route... ::He cries out as she takes a shot to the shoulder and goes down.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::pauses slightly:: MCO > I'm too busy running. I dont care to get shot ::he turns and fired a couple grenades, hoping to stall their advance::
Strsfly7: Vs> he find a good place to be when the battle comes here he is a little nervous but he knows he is well trained.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::helps MAC up keep fiering, fires down on them::
Shran113: ACTION>Four greeines still remain around the guarded tent. They seem as alert as ever. Suddenly a dark short haired, athletic woman joins them. She is in an officers uniform. She is issuing them orders but she is too far away to make out clearly. They snap a salute and continue guarding the tent
ST NPC01: MAC>::She cries out in pain as greathouse lifts her. With her good hand she keeps firing till her clip goes empty.::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > MCO > will you be careful with her
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Toss grenades down at them::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>MAC> Move back Tac get over here ::fires with both weapons::
Shran113: ACTION>There are too many men advancing up the hill. the group will be overrun in seconds and they have lost sight of Christienne and London.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > MCO > I'm already here ::his turn to protect Mac, since she saved his life earlier;;
ST NPC01: MAC>::She grabs ahold of Aidan, wincing in pain. She passes out.::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>TAC> Get her out of here, I'll hold them off
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::sees the advance:: NOIP > damn, we need to retreat
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > MCO > you too, big guy
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Tac> Go THats an order
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::picks up MAC carefully and starts running for a retreat::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Fires down on them taking the grenade launcher her fires it at the vehicles::
KieleChristienne: Ops>::Glancing over her shoulder and yells to the helm officer::HELM> It looks like our window is closing rapidly.
Shran113: ACTION>From behind London and Christienne eight more soldiers approach with weapons drawn. Ahead of them is the dark haired officer. Her look is familar, and her eyes are cold.
ST NPC01: OFFICER>HELM>OPS>Captain Christienne, and Lieutenant London. It is best if you put down your weapons. we have been expecting you. I would be honored if you joined us.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Fires a grenade at the tent::
Shran113: ACTION>The grenade falls short as the guarded tent is out of range. The front line of soliders is now ontop of greathouse. The last thing he sees if a rifle butt closing on his head rapdily, before everything goes dark.
KieleChristienne: Ops> ::Carrying only the standard utility knife, flips it around and tosses it to the ground.:: Then I would be pleased to accept your invitation. ::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::feels a rifle butt against his head::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::THings go black::
ST NPC01: OFFICER>OPS>I knew you would, but then that is the advantage of being from the future, wouldn't you agree. ::SHe smiles a very familiar smile that the ops officer can't quite place.::
KieleChristienne: Ops> ::Sometimes the best way to learn is to take the guided tour after all.::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::looks back in time to see Greathouse get overwhelmed, Kiele and Tarkel meeting one of the enemy officer's. He wonders what he could do::
Shran113: ACTION>Bullets ping around McKenzie as he flees carrying the unconcious body of Mac. As he turns to look his foot catches a root and he goes tumbling down the backside of a hill. The body of the woman falling with him. They both end up muddy in a stream.
KieleChristienne: Ops> ::Gives them an engaging smile:: Then perhpas you won't mind brining me up to speed on this operation of your's.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::finishing up with the more serious patience he looks at CSCI while they're still there at the bridge:: CSCI> thanks for the help by the way
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::bullets buzzing all around him, he continues to run, until his foot catches a unturned root and he goes tumbling with the woman:: NOIP> whoooaaa! ::ends up down in a muddy stream:: NOIP > great.. this is just great.. ::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: makes sure the woman's face stayed out of the stream::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Lays on the ground out cold::
Shran113: ACTION>As the tactical officer lies low in the stream he can hear the words of the soliders are they are searching for him. They don;t seem aware of the sunken stream. So they pass it by as tey search.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::yes, he can hear the voices of the soldiers looking for him. he looks around for any bushes to hide in::
Tarkel London: HELM>with his hands in the air he sighs releasing the automatic weapon letting it hang around his neck and shoulder- OFFICER> alright whats the damage here?
Marshal Collins: CSCI>CMO>::He nods, with a far away look on his face.::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::if he finds some bushes he would quietly and carefully drag the woman with him into the bushes::
Robert Devoroh: CMO>CSCI> listen, I know what you saw and I know its not easy, when you deal in medicine you have to learn to be more subjective... When we get back, I'll make sure you see the councelor
ST NPC01: OFFICER>OPS>All in due time. ::Her and her men remove their weapons and bind their hands, leading them into an adjacent tent already cotnaining the bound and unconcious body of Cylde Greathouse.::
Marshal Collins: CSCI>CMO>Thank you
Tarkel London: HELM>OPS> hostile hotel
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::nods:: CSCI> your welcome
Strsfly7: Vs>Cmo he walks over do you need an extra hand i can help if you want.
Shran113: ACTION>After an hour of lying int eh mud and weeds the search for McKenzie seems to grow silent as the men move off back toward their camp. Mac stirs next to McKenzie, moaning as she begisn to come awake. he shoulder still bleeding slowly.
KieleChristienne: Ops> OFFICER> And what should we expect as your "honored" guests?
ST NPC01: OFFICER>::She smiles her familiar smile and walks out of the tent leaving them under heavy guard.::
Robert Devoroh: CMO>VS> ::shakes his head:: not really myself and Collins got most of it done... If you want to clean some of the wounds feel free to ::whisper into the VS's ear real quick so Collins cant hear:: "do me a favor though, can you figure out a way to cover the dead"
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he hoped the woman is alright. That tumble down the hill was not pleasant. He sees the woman start to awaken and he places a hand over her mouth lightly to indicate she should be quiet as men come close to finding them::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::moans and opens his eyes ahter an hour:: OPS> Fancy meeting you here
Tarkel London: HELM>-does what he usually does in thiese situations closes his eyes folding his feet infront of him and begins to meditate deep p0pulse slowing and breathing shallowing out-
Strsfly7: Vs>Cmo i will get on it right away he looks around to see what he can get.
ST NPC01: MAC>::She comes awake and looks up at the face over her.::TAC>Father... I'm sorry...
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he blinks and looks shocked as he heard MAC:: MAC > f-father?!
Shran113: =====PAUSE SIM=====

Captain
USS Aryes NCC-81204
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"A man is no more than the sum of his memories, a culture no more than the sum of its history" -Andorian Proverb

Captain Shran
Commanding Officers

On Andoria, there is always wind. Wind that runs like ice in the soul, daring you to stay alive.

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Tempus Edax Rerum Feb 16, 2010 23:55:06 GMT -5

Post by Captain Shran on Feb 16, 2010 23:55:06 GMT -5

STUF TLar: Attention!
marshalcollins: ::AA::
KieleChristienne: ::AA::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: ::AA::
Tarkel London: ::AA::
Shran113: For the record state your name, rank, and position
KieleChristienne: Ops> MCapt Kiele Christienne
Shran113: CO>Captain Shran
STUF TLar: [XO] Cmdr T'Lar
Tarkel London: HELM> Lt Tarkel London
Robert Devoroh: CMO> Dr. Robert Devoroh
marshalcollins: CSCI>Lieutenant Marshal Collins
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > Lt Jg Aidan McKenzie
Shran113: Welcome back everyone, I did get a chance to read last weeks free sim, and it wamrs my heart to know I have such an interesting crew
Shran113: As far as our current sim as a quick recap:
Shran113: Mr. London, Ms. Christienne, and Mr. Greathouse have found themselves captured by our opposing forces, the 4th World Army, or Greenies, who are loyal to Colonel Green. They are led by a mysterious woman officer, who obviously knows more than she is letting on. Mr. McKenzie managed to evade capture with the woman known only as Mac, who is now unconcious and he is carrying/dragging back toward our camp.
Shran113: Are there any questions?
marshalcollins: No, sir
JLtAidanMcKenzie: ::RH::
Tarkel London: nah
KieleChristienne: No, Sir.
Shran113: Yes, Lieutenant
JLtAidanMcKenzie: if I remember correctly, she just dropped the bombshell that she;s Aidan's daughter..
Shran113: Well her last words to you were "I'm sorry... father..." than she blacked out
JLtAidanMcKenzie: ok ::AA::
Shran113: So as we open up it is early dawn. Mr. McKenzie and his wounded charge have been slowly making their back toward friendly lines all night avoiding enemy patrols. They are finally within sight of the bridge and our lines.
Shran113: =====RESUME SIM=====
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he is quite surprised that she called him father, and her blacking out again didn't help his questions that he wanted to ask. He did his best to treat the wound so it wouldn't get dirty and wrapped a make-shift bandange
KieleChristienne: Ops> Helm> Tarkel, how about putiing those lovely sharp teeth to work on these bindings? ::Holds her arms up and back::
Shran113: ACTION>A shout goes out among the half slumbering camp of Lieutenant Thomas Hannover and Captain Sean Aryes. The men rise quickly and bring their weapons to bear on the hobbling duo cresting the hill across the river. The weapons are quickly lowered when two are identified. Men run out to help McKenzie with the unconcious woman.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: around the wound. Now he is dragging his unconscious daughter back toward camp, avoiding the enemy patrols as best he can:: self > never knew I had a daughter from this century, or is she from the 28th Century?
Tarkel London: HELM>OPS> I thought you would never ask Kiele, leaning in to attempt a mock bite at her neckbefore getting the idea and dropping those razors to the rope hilding them twisting his face this way and that inrto the bindings -
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::looking around still providing care for those that need it::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he heard the shot and dropped to his knees, but then realized no one was shooting at him. he is soon met by men from camp:: Men > She's injured, we need to help her
Shran113: ACTION>Tarkel London's teeth though sharp when he was still Reman is currently altered to be a very close replica of a 21st Century human, and thuse his dull incisors fail to penetrate the steel cable holding them together.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he runs over to Aiden kneelings by the woman that he carried looking over her injuries::
marshalcollins: CSCI>::Collins reaches Aidan, and helps him with the woman he is holding.:: TAC>You look exhausted. Maybe you should get cleaned up... Where is everyone else?
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he points out her right shoulder to Devoroh:: CMO > I tried treating her shoulder but i didnt hve anything to go on
KieleChristienne: Ops>::Cringes in symapthy:: Helm> I hope they haven't modified your strength as well.
Shran113: CO>::Shran watches as Mckenzie and the woman are brough into the relative safety of the bombed out building they are using as a camp.::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::turns to Collins, feeling exhausted since he been dragging his daughter around all night:: CSCI > They all been captured, me and my daughter here was the only ones that were able to escape
Tarkel London: HELM>OPS> well now that was just plain disgusting - leansback spitting over his hsouder twisting his restraints this way and that , damned
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he nods and he puts a pad over her shoulder to try to control the bleeding so he can stop it::
Tarkel London: HELM>OPS> wellother than my mind everything else seems to be - strugggle gasp - rather - pry wriggle- human and -wrpggle test- I can see no end to it really.
ST NPC01: LT>::He comes close to the group.::CO>I am sorry, Captain.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::turns to Devoroh:: CMO > I beg of you to save her, she's my daughter, or so she says
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She sees what she can help out at the base.::
KieleChristienne: Ops>Helm> And I have the sneaking feeling that your power of illusion isn't going to work with these people.
Shran113: CO>::He kneels to come level with his tactical officer.::LT>Do not give me any sympathy yet, Lieutenant. ::He looks at McKenzie.:: TAC>Corporal McKenzie... slow down... tell me what happened. I need a report. Where is the rest of your team?
Tarkel London: HELM>OPS> some how I doubt that though I can still read thier thoughts to some degree- sots back on his arms and looks up at the sky- man if i wererr half the man I used to be and even a quarter as strong as a reman we would all be
Tarkel London: out of here
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he looks toward the CO as he spoke:: CO > we were doing what we were supposed to do in trying to get into their base and all of a sudden, they charged and everyone else got captured. I was able to escape with her and managed
JLtAidanMcKenzie: to avoid them all night
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he grabs a few hemostats to clamp off the blood vessels to stop the major bleeding but otherwise, theres not much he can do in the field:: CO> she needs a hospital
ST NPC01: LT>CMO>No hospital... You are all we have, Sgt. My own medic was killed tow days ago.
Shran113: CO>::He stands up.::TAC>Corporal, get some rest. ::He turns to Hannover.:: LT>We need to rescue my people.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > CO > with all due respect sir, how can I rest when I know my daughter is injured?
KieleChristienne: Ops>Helm> So as the saying goes, when life gives you lemons find out all the Intel you can in the meantime. ::Grins:: Anything in here that might give us a clue to who we're dealing with exactly? That woman in particular.
KieleChristienne: I want to know more about her.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::suddenly wishes he was back in sickbay... Grabs what he needs from the bag:: CO> anyone with medical experiance... I could use a hand
STUF TLar: [XO] [CMO] I have some, Doctor.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::looks at Robert:: CO > you know me, I got some medical experiance
Shran113: CO>XO>Help him, Lieutenant... TAC>Corporal, you get some rest, that is an order.
Tarkel London: HELM>OPS>_ looks around for clues standing up maintaining a difficult balance trying to rerach for anything he can touch to get an imprint on anything personal - OPS> i'm sure if i look arond we could get some clues
Robert Devoroh: CMO>XO> come here ::he sets up and an IV and puts a bag of ringers on it:: XO> hold this up ::goes looking for a surgical scalpel::
marshalcollins: CSCI>::He puts a hand on Aidan's shoulder.::TAC>She will be fine.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he turned back to Shran, wanting o argue but then he was too tired too:: CO > yes sir ::with a final glanced toward TLar, Robert and his daughter he goes into a tent and crashes::
Shran113: CO>LT>What is the best route to effect a rescue strategy?
ST NPC01: LT>CO>Captain, there is no rescue. You're people are already dead. I am sorry
Shran113: CO>LT>I do not think you know my people, Lieutenant.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::felt a hand on his shoulder as he went, he paused to look at Collins:: CSCI > yeah, I know. Roberts the best doctor I know
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She holds up the bag.::
ST NPC01: LT>CO>There is no reason for them to be a live. No one returns from that camp, captain.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he didnt mention that Robert is the ONLY doctor he knows, next to Cindy::
Shran113: CO>LT>I will not leave my people to die. ::Shran gets uncharacteristically loud.::
ST NPC01: LT>CO>What is more important. The lives of three marines, or the security of this bridge, sir.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::as soon as his head hits the pillow, he is fast asleep, snoring away::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::inside the tent he cleans the wound the best he can in the field using sutures to reconnect the veins and arteries in her shoulder::
Tarkel London: HELM>_starts thnking a dangerous thing really walking around the cell looking for anytthing that he could use to ccut himself free from the restraints0
KieleChristienne: Ops>Helm> I bet they are planning some sort of rescue attempt right now. How embarrassing it would be to have nothing to tell them when they get here. ::Poking into anything she can that doesn't look like it may kill her::
Shran113: CO>::He looks at the human... ancestor of his own ship's counselor... Even he does not understand the weight of what he has just said, but even if he doesn't Shran does. The bridge is the future, and he must protect it. He simply nods at the other officer.::
Tarkel London: HELM>OPS> troublingly embressing deeply I neverr come back without intel- closing his eyes listening for conversatin, footsteps or signs of life-
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he unclamps the hemostats once the surgical sutures are in place and checks for leaks... Kind of like plumbing... Followed shortly by reconstructing the muscle tissue so its back where it should be:: XO> luckily the people here airt in here... That could be bad
ST NPC01: OFFICER>::The dark haired familiar looking woman walks into the tent, accompanied by two grey-clad soldiers:: OPS>I see Uncle Clyde has passed out again... how unfortunate. ::She smiles and sis down on a high table on the far wall of the small tent.
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She continues to help out the CMO.:: [CMO] Some things could be worse.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::Mac's last words come to him in his sleep, she apologizing and then she called him father before she passed out again::
ST NPC01: WOMAN>::Suddenly the female under the Doctor's care wakes groggily:: CMO>Where is my... Corporal McKenzie? ::She winces at the pain in her shoulder.
KieleChristienne: Ops> Officer> I'm afraid we haven't been properly inrtroduced yet. You know all of us but we do not know you.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he checks his work on the muscle tissue:: XO> s**t, hold her down
Robert Devoroh: CMO>woman> relax, your in surgury... Almost done then you can see Aiden ::gives her a dose of morphiene::
ST NPC01: WOMAN>CMO>I need to explain... ::The morphine kicks in.::
Tarkel London: HELM>-concentrating his attentio non the woman focuting in her eyes as she spoke- OPS> yeah gether talking wonderful idea
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::mumbles in his sleep:: NOIP > daughter? who.. how?
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::finishes checking the work and looks to make sure he didn't miss anything before suturing the wound closed::
ST NPC01: OFFICER>HELM>Please, Tark... The Reman tricks won't work on me. ::She smiles.:: You are much cuter than I remember... as a human anyway...
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She helps hold her down.::
ST NPC01: WOMAN>CMO>Please... please.... I need to explain
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::replaces the bag so she was getting her fluids:: XO> go ahead and bring Aiden here
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::mumbles:: NOIP > If I am... father... who is... mother?
Tarkel London: HELM>OFFICER> than you ...remember? you see tragically i've never met you in my life,, you surly arent human and not wihtout a high level of discipline and perhaps an inplant to block the pineal gland so tell me who you are already
Tarkel London: HELM> OFFiCER> so that when i encounter you in another thirty years I will rememver to rip your head off and spit down your throat
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She goes and brings Aiden over.::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he wakes up as the XO shakes his shoulder to wake up up:: XO > Huh, what? did something happen?
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::looks at the woman:: woman> okay, see... She's going to bring him here for you, so go ahead and take it easy. Whats your name?
KieleChristienne: Ops> Helm>I doubt very much even your diplomatic charms will inpress our host, Tarkel.
ST NPC01: OFFICER>HELM>That's no way to talk. ::She gives a fake pout.:: HELM>when I was a child you used to scare me, Tark... I remember being afraid of you, but only because of how you looked. After I got passed that I really do have some fond memories of you... OPS>And you Autnie Kiele... You are the one who helped teach me to read and write... There is no need ot treat me like an old enemy when we have all been friends for so long. ::She gives another smile and suddenly she looks strikingly like Cindy.::
STUF TLar: [XO] [TAC] The Doctor need to see you. Lets go.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he starts to get up:: XO > ok, let's go ::he actually starts walking ahead of her::
KieleChristienne: Ops> Officer> Perhaps it is because we have been treated with less hospitality than one would expect for "relatives"
Tarkel London: HELM>- pacing in the cage thinking out loud- OFFCIER> so you are from the future? i've not been around children much well enough that it matters and OPS> ewww you did clyde -shaes my head and gums ot get the bad taste outt my mouth -
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::it didnt take him long to reac Robert and his injured daughters location:: CMO > you wanted to see me, doc?
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She begins to take him to the CMO.::
Robert Devoroh: CMO>Tac> she needs to talk to you and I think she's going to be alright
ST NPC01: OFFICER>OPS>That was a long time ago, in a different life. Now I only need one thing from you and this all ends. The Master has no real desire to wipe out the future... This can be ended peacefully.
KieleChristienne: Ops> Officer> I'm listening...
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::smiles:: CMO > That's great ::he turns to the woman, kneeling on the other siide of her:: Woman > I'm here
Tarkel London: HELM>Officer> as they say there arer other futures whats your plan?
ST NPC01: OFFICER>OPS>I am sure you are, Auntie... but this is not some old comic book like what Marsh used to read to me.. I won't reveal my plan. Besides if I know Shran, he will fall for my bait... the three of you.
ST NPC01: WOMAN>TAC>Father, I need to tell you something in case I don't make it.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he nods:: Woman > go ahead and tell me and don't talk like you're not going to make it. I will see that you do
Tarkel London: HELM>OFFICER> well its likely shran will indeed come racing in at the nick of time but thats of courtse to salvage his officers from a rough spot which is understandable ... but hes gonna be bringing more firepower than you can ima
Tarkel London: imagine
KieleChristienne: Ops>Officer> Aren't there simpler ways to negotiate, if we are all so near and dear to your heart?
ST NPC01: OFFICER>OPS>Maybe it was notsolgia that brought me in here, but I see that past truly is dead. The Master is right. I need to let it go. ::She walks out the door followed by her soldiers.::
ST NPC01: WOMAN>TAC>I can't tell you much or I am violating the temporal directive, but you must Stop the Master... In more ways that one... Trsut me
Tarkel London: HELM> OPS> and personally someone needs to whip that ass twice-still gumming that nasty taste in his mouth-- you and clyde -skin crawls- surely an odd twist on the future - looks left then right- gotta get the hell outta here
KieleChristienne: Ops>Helm> But as "Aunt" and Uncle" Who are Mother and Father then?
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he listened to his daughter, looking a little perplexed at someone called the Master:: Woman > Who is the Master? I do promise to stop him, at all costs, whoever this person is.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he thinks for a moment then asks:: Woman > who are you, by the way. I know you say you're my daughter, but... which one?
Tarkel London: HELM>OPS> did ya see those eyes? that chin the profile on the face my guess cindy was the mother ...-catchs a mock tear- and that evil side that self centered nature that ruthless determination could only be me child- dies laughing
KieleChristienne: Ops> Helm> You and Cindy? The future needs saving alright. ::Laughs::
ST NPC01: WOMAN>TAC>Dad, it's me... Your little Saph... ::She smiles.:: I wish i could make you understand and I can't explain... just when the time comes... you have to save mom... I think the pain killer is working too well.
Shran113: CO>::He watches the scene not fully understanding what he is seeing, but he is coming to a realization.::
Tarkel London: HELM>OPS>-glancingout the door- yeah I'm still rying to calculate exactly how much wine and roses would have been involved in that calculation -still laughing hard - would hate to imagine what a cross breed of you and clyde would
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::smiles as he knows her as his little Sapphire:: Saph > I may not understand now, but I am pretty sure I will soon.. and when that time comes, I will save your mother and you.. from this Master? ::he thinks another moment:: S
Tarkel London: produce... best notto think of that but hose were clearly cindys eys and aidens eye brows....well that ro they wree actually dead catapillers
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Saph > If you're here, where is Jasmine?
ST NPC01: SAPH>TAC>She is most likely holding, Tark, and Aunt Kiele, and Uncle Clyde... She is working for the Master, now... ::There are a few tears in her eyes.::
Shran113: =====PAUSE SIM=====

Captain
USS Aryes NCC-81204
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"A man is no more than the sum of his memories, a culture no more than the sum of its history" -Andorian Proverb

Captain Shran
Commanding Officers

On Andoria, there is always wind. Wind that runs like ice in the soul, daring you to stay alive.

Posts: 527

Tempus Edax Rerum Feb 23, 2010 23:40:54 GMT -5

Post by Captain Shran on Feb 23, 2010 23:40:54 GMT -5

Shran113: ATTENTION
Robert Devoroh: ::AA::
cyldegreathouse: ::AA::
Marshal Collins: ::AA::
cindyleemckenzie: ::AA::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: ::AA::
KieleChristienne: ::AA::
Strsfly7: ::AA::
Shran113: For the record state your name rank and position
Tarkel London: ::AAA::
Shran113: CO>Captain Shran
Tarkel London: HELN Lt Tarkel london
Marshal Collins: CSCI>Lieutenant Marshal Collins
cyldegreathouse: MCO>MCapt Clyde Greathouse
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > Lt Lg Aidan McKenzie
KieleChristienne: Ops> MCapt Kiele Christienne
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>LtCmdr Cindy McKenzie
Strsfly7: Vs > Ensign frank manks
Robert Devoroh: CMO> Dr. Robert Devoroh
Shran113: To quickly recap our current situation, Christienne, London, and Greathouse are captured behind enemy lines. Everyone else excluding Cmdr. McKenzie is back among the allied camp. Lieutant JG McKenzie has made some startling discoveries.
Shran113: Are there any questions?
cyldegreathouse: Nope
Marshal Collins: No, sir
Robert Devoroh: none
Strsfly7: none
KieleChristienne: No, Sir.
Tarkel London: npe
Shran113: Good, if anyone is confused you'll get caught up
Shran113: =====RESUME SIM=====
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::kneeling next to an adult version of Sapphire, his daughter, having just promosed to take care of "The Master" and try to get his other daughter away from his influence::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: *promised
Shran113: ACTION>It is still the day following the capture of the Aryes crewmembers by the mysterious and familiar looking woman officer.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Grons as he wakes up as his eyes focuse he sees Kiele and Tarkle::
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO>::Smiles:: Welcome back.
ST NPC01: SAPH>TAC>I need to talk to the Captain.
Tarkel London: Helm.>-sittts on the floor w\swaying his way and hat -PS> wha a loovely ea pay
Tarkel London: damned keyboard))
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::brow raise:: Saph > Which Captain?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> Were are we
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::walks back into the tent with Saph and Tac and checks on Saphire to see if her condition is still the same::
ST NPC01: SAPH>TAC>Captain... Aryes...
Shran113: CO>::Shran stands looking out on the afternoon horizion. His mind is focused on a point his eyes cannot see. What is the fate of his officers.::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Tries to sit up but falls back down::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::smirk:: Saph > Ah him. ::turns to Robert:: CMO > Can you go get Shran. I'll keep an eye on her
Strsfly7: Vs>Ops looks like most of us are back together again .
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO> In the enemy camp, so to speak but also apparently among those we have yet to know but who know us.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::nods setting down her note pad that he's been using as her medical chart leaving to go look for Shran:: CO> we need you in the med. tent
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::Sitting next to Mank.::VS>Yes, it is tough to be here. I am glad we are together, but I hope Greathouse and them are all right.
Marshal Collins: CSCI>NOIP>I mean they have to be... Nothing can happen to us... right? Aren't we the good guys?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Looks up at Kiele::OPS> They know us but we ddon't know them
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > Saph > As Devoroh gets Shran, he asks:: Saph > how's your shoulder?
Strsfly7: Vs> Csci Once things are ok here we can go find where they are .
Shran113: CO>CMO>On my way. ::He follows the doctor back to the medical tent.::
Marshal Collins: CSCI>VS>I hope so.
KieleChristienne: MCO>Ops> And most interestingly, they are not fooled by our "disguises", in fact we've been told we were "expected".
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::Sees Shran enter:: CO > She says she wants to talk to you
ST NPC01: SAPH>TAC> Better.. alittle. I miss modern medicine though. ::She laughs a little.::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::grins at his daughter:: Saph > Yeah, I know the feeling. I've gotten sed to the modern stuff too
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> Temporal
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::leads shran back to the medical tent to talk to the woman and tac::
Shran113: CO>::He nods to his tactical officer and put his hand on his shoulder gesturing for him to remain.::SAPH>I take it you are the agent that the Traveler told us about?
Tarkel London: helm.ops. well it is highly possable that we have all been hru this before time works out diffrerntly than it would for most
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO> No doubt but the details are still a bit sketchy.
ST NPC01: SAPH>CO>Yes, sir. You are shorter than I remember... and younger
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Looks over at Tarkle then back to Kiele::OPS> At least both you are ok
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::nods as a hand is placed on his shoulder.::
Shran113: CO>::He kneels down to the level of the woman.::SAPH>Have we met before... In my future?
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > CO > Sir, you remember Sapphire?
Tarkel London: HElm. MCO> and so kind of you to join us clyde
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO> So far we haven't been able to learn much. Our "host" has an advantage. She seems to know us imtimately while we don't even, as yet, know her name.
Shran113: CO>::He imitates a human smile.::TAC>How could I Mr. McKenzie... She is not even born yet... SAPH>It is a pleasure to meet you.
ST NPC01: SAPH>CO>Thank you, Captain. I have a lot of fond memories growing up on your ship.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::grins sheepishly:: CO > not yet, no
Shran113: CO>SAPH>What can you tell me about what we are up against, Ms. McKenzie?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> Imitimely who would we both know
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO> She calls us "Aunt Kiele" and "Uncle Clyde".
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::listens as his future daughter and his current CO talk::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> Kayla
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO> Kayla?
Tarkel London: HELM>eh?
ST NPC01: SAPH>CO>The usual odds, sir. Impossible. The Master has altered these events. His agent in this time is Jas... She has dedicated herself to his cause.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> Davids Daughter
Shran113: CO>::He simply nods.::SAPH>She has my officers then?
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > Saph > not for long, she won't be
ST NPC01: SAPH>CO>Yes, she does.
Shran113: CO>SAPH>Will she kill them?
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO> How would she know me? It doesn't make sense. She said I was the one who taught her to read and write.
ST NPC01: SAPH>CO>I don't believe so. Jas has become a lot of things, but not a murderer. Besides she will understand their value, I think.
Shran113: CO>SAPH>Their value?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::eyes widen::OPS> what did she look like
ST NPC01: SAPH>CO>The Master isn't concerned with changing all of history, just one part of it... The history that you will create, sir.
Shran113: CO>SAPH>He is after me?
ST NPC01: SAPH>CO>Yes, sir. He want you removed from the timeline. Once that happens he feels history will take a more pleasing course. You are his target. You have always been his target. This whole scheme was created to get you here. He has no hatred toward the Federation, just you.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > Saph > What does he consider a a pleasant change in the history books?
ST NPC01: SAPH>TAC>A future where Captain Shran is no longer captain of the USS Aryes.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::adds:: Saph >and what does Shran do to change that?
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO> Tall, stately, blue eyes, dark hair..Why?
Shran113: CO>SAPH>Just like Captain Greathouse's murder trial... It was meant to discredit me and get me off the bridge?
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::grins, trying to be funny:: Saph > maybe he wants me in the CO's seat of the Ayres?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS>Maybe Sara's Kid she with child
Strsfly7: Vs>Csci atleast we are on earth to bad its at war now.
Shran113: CO>TAC>He would have a lot more officers to remove ahead of you, including your wife.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS>No you never meet her
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::his humor has a sudden death, especially with the though of his wife being removed::
ST NPC01: SAPH>CO>Yes, sir. The trial was an attempt, but you foiled it... Actually my father, helped more than a little.
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO> Well the problem is that she knows better than to volunteer any information. All we know for certain is that we're intended to be "bait" and she hopes that Captain Shran will respond to it.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::brow raise;: Saph > I did?
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > Saph > I remember arriving about that time..
ST NPC01: SAPH>TAC>Yes, and I suspect that is why the plot unfolded when it did.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> Yes were baite
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::looks thoughtful::
Shran113: CO>SAPH>I need to rescue my crewmembers.
ST NPC01: SAPH>CO>That is what they want. If you attempt it. It will surely be a trap.
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO>Helm> Not a very attentive host. ::Smiles:: Hasn't even offered us refreshments.
Tarkel London: HELM>OPS>MCO> then there should be a way to remind him that we shouldntbe rescued
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > CO, Saph > can't we send someone else in.. like me?
Tarkel London: HELM>OPS> perhaps someone should cal a porter?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS>Helm> How?
Shran113: CO>::He stands.::TAC>No, Mr. McKenzie. Your children will need. Your wife will need you. It might be possible to offer myself in trade, than we can end this mess.
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO>She said that there "is" a way that this can all end peacefully "but" she hasn't explained. Apparently it's not our decision. Our part is simply to stay here and wait.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::looks uo at Shran as he stands:: CO > You're right, sir. Jasmine needs me and I need to go to her and see if I can't fix this mess
Tarkel London: HElm.OpS>mCo> well perjaps we need a distration or some sort of a second plan? a wayt to escape from the scene when the siege starts-siting on the loor rocking thinking-
JLtAidanMcKenzie: *up
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Helm> If you can figure away I'll hold them off
Shran113: CO>TAC>I may have a plan. I will need to discuss it with Lieutenant Hannover... Collect the doctor, Mr. Collins, and Mr. Mank and meet me back here. ::He walks out of the medical tent.::
KieleChristienne: Ops?Helm> We have no disguise, no weapons, limited mobility and none of your skills will work on her. I'd say we're fairly limited in our options.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he shouldn't be too hard, he was in the tent the whole time and overheard the whole conversation::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he nods:: CO > Yes sir ::looks back at Saph:: Saph > I'll be right back ::kisses her forehead::
Marshal Collins: CSCI>VS>Earth was always at war on some part or another throughout most of it shistory... Sometimes it is amazing we survived as long as we did.
Strsfly7: Vs>Co ok captain im on my way he walks to the tent.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::laughs::OPS>Helm> I good use something for this headake
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::turns to see the Doc:: CMO > please stay here while I go find.. ::sees Mank enter:: nevermind
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > VS > Hey mank.. come on over
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He follows Mank in the tent.::VS>Geez, I wax all philisophical to man and he walks out on me... Now I know how my girlfriends feel.
Tarkel London: HELm>ops. hmmm perhaps a message?-massaging his temples thiniking- a way to get that message out? a way to tell then to stop before it gets thick?
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO>Helm> I think it's likely that if we put up too much of a fuss, we'll find ourselves in leg irons are well. ::Scolws::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::looks as Collins followed Mank in:: CSCI > what are you waxing over there?
Shran113: ACTION>As London is rubbing his temples he notices the small electronic device attached to the side of his head. It is obviously not from this time or planet.
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He stops short.::TAC>Get your mind out of the gutter.
Tarkel London: HELM>tilts his headsideways- OPS> umm kiele?-still caressing that device- what the hells this in my head?
Strsfly7: Vs>Tac > Csci he walks over how are you doing .im ok here.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Holds his head and sets up then he looks over to Tarkle::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::look s at Collins, with a raised brow:: CSCI > My mind aint no where near the gutter, 'specially with my daughter here.. one of them at least
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > VS > I'm good. The Cap'n may have a plan for us
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He sits down next to the patients.::SAPH>I don't know what he means by his daughter, but I my name is Marshal Collins... What's yours?
Robert Devoroh: CMO>CSCI> back up from my patient....
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::looks to Collins:: CSCI > I mean exactly what I say.. she says she is my daughter
KieleChristienne: Ops>::Checks herself as she walks over to Tarkel, bending down to get a look::Helm> I've never seen anything like it. When was it placed there? We were never unconscious..were we?
Strsfly7: Vs>Tac i bet the captain will have a great plan .
Marshal Collins: CSCI>CMO>Haven't you ever heard of bedside manner?
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > VS > I hope so
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::listens to them then rubs his head::
Tarkel London: HELM>OPS> I don;t recall being unconcious any time during after or before our capture though my guess is neural inhibitor
ST NPC01: SAPH>Hello Marsh, Its me. Sapphire McKenzie. ;:He giggles a little.:: You never really change do you.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > CSCI > yeah, back off.. since that same patient is my daughter.. don't make me shoot you
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::grabs some alcohol pads and cleans around saph:: CSCI> havent you ever heard of a sterile atmosphere?
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > CSCI, CMO > will you two quit fussing
KieleChristienne: Ops>Helm>Tracking device? Temporal stabilizer? Your guess is as good as mine.
Tarkel London: HELMOpS> one way to find out- concentrates on projecting an image of a suger glider into kieles mind diggingdeep0 to enforce the thought-
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He stands up.::NOIP>Holy Grandfather Paradox, Batman. TAC>Sorry, Aidan... SAPH>So do I keep my hair?
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::puts on a fresh pair of gloves and checks Sapphires bandage and gives it a quick change with antibiotics::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS>would we not all have one
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he blinks at Collins, wondering if he lost his mind::
ST NPC01: SAPH>::She continues to giggle.:: CSCI>I can't tell you that, Marsh... Temporal Prime Directive.
Shran113: CO>::He comes walking back in, the British Lieutenant following him.:: LT>This is our only hope...
ST NPC01: LT>CO>I don't believe so, Captain. I think you're out of your bloody mind... We need to stay here and defend this bridge.
KieleChristienne: Ops>Helm> Something's coming through. A bird? Something that flies, that's all I can tell. ::Shakes her head.::
Shran113: CO>LT>Mr. Hannover, if we do not destory whatever is creating this energy dampening field we will not be able to hold this bridge at all. They will roll right over us.
Tarkel London: HELM>OPS> a suger glider like an american swuirrel with skin flaps-sighs- neural inhibitor damned
Strsfly7: Vs> he looks at the captain and the guest he has with him.
Tarkel London: HELM>OpS>MCO. any one have a scalpel?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Helm> That makes sense
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> The took my knife
ST NPC01: LT>CO>Still I refuse to abandon my post.
ST NPC01: LT>CO>This may nto be appropriate to discuss in front of your men, Captain.
Shran113: CO>LT>This is there decision as well. They will need to hear the details sooner or later. ::He turns to everyone in the medical tent.
Shran113: ::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::looks at what he is setting on::OPS> I can make a make shift blade
KieleChristienne: Ops>Helm> I wouldn't suggest you go digging around in there. There might be internal circuitry as well.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::looks up at the two commanders enters::
Shran113: CO>ALL>We are going to attack the enemy camp. We are going to rscue our people and take out their energy dampening generator.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Helm>OPS> That's true I;d hate to lose you
KieleChristienne: Ops> MCO> Your strength is natural Clyde, so it wouldn't have needed to be altered. Have you tried to break your bindings?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>:::Streans to break his bindings::
ST NPC01: LT>CO>I still don't like this plan. But I will follow my orders.
Strsfly7: Vs>Co He looks at the capatian that will be good get the men out and head out of here .
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> THey knew I was strong ::Stranes again::
Shran113: CO>ALL>We will take the long route around, and leave a small guard force here. We leave tonight.
Shran113: =====PAUSE SIM=====

Captain
USS Aryes NCC-81204
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"A man is no more than the sum of his memories, a culture no more than the sum of its history" -Andorian Proverb

Captain Shran
Commanding Officers

On Andoria, there is always wind. Wind that runs like ice in the soul, daring you to stay alive.

Posts: 527

Tempus Edax Rerum Mar 9, 2010 23:51:39 GMT -5

Post by Captain Shran on Mar 9, 2010 23:51:39 GMT -5

Shran113: ATTENTION
Marshal Collins: ::AA::
cyldegreathouse: ::AA::
KieleChristienne: ::AA::
cindyleemckenzie: ::AA::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: ::AA::
Robert Devoroh: ::AA::
Shran113: For the record state your name rank and position
Shran113: CO> Captain Shran
Marshal Collins: CSCI>Lieutenant Marshal Collins
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Mcapt Clyde Greathouse
KieleChristienne: Ops> MCapt Kiele Christienne
Robert Devoroh: CMO> Dr. Robert Devoroh
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>LtCmdr Cindy McKenzie
Shran113: Once again I need to apologize for last week. Life threw me a couple curves and I couldn't make it back to a Computer in time.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > Lt Jg Aidan McKenzie
Shran113: I did start us 5 minutes early because I have a lot we need to accomplish.
Shran113: To pick up where we left off, Captain Christienne, Captain Greathouse, and Lieutenant London are still being held captive in the camp of the Fourth World Army by the woman from the future who we have discoverd is Jasmine McKenzie.
Shran113: Though they dont nessecairly know that yet
Shran113: They are bait for a trap, and I plan to walk to into it... but not quite in the way they are hoping for.
Shran113: I have talked it over with Lieutenant Hannover. We are leaving a skeleton crew to defend the bridge. Enough people to make a convincing enough stand for them to believe that the bridge is still our primary objective. The rest will be marching toward the enemy camp.
Shran113: Of those remaining of the Aryes crew, you are free to pick your assignment. Come with me to the enemy camp where we will face overwhelming odds, or stay at the bridge you might face overwhelming odds.
Shran113: I know what i have to do. Step forward if you are coming with me. I won't order anyone.
Marshal Collins: ::He steps forward.::
Robert Devoroh: ::steps forward:: someones gotta fix you
JLtAidanMcKenzie: ::he steps forard, he has to::
ST NPC01: SAPH>CO>I am coming to. This is my assignment. ::She hobbles forward on her makeshift crutch.::
cyldegreathouse: ::Trys to break free:: This is a Pain Kiele
Shran113: =====RESUME SIM=====
Shran113: CO>::He nods to his crew.::ALL>Thank you. I promise I will not leave our people to their fate.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Stands up::OPS> THeirs got be away I can get free
Robert Devoroh: CMO>CO> nor would I ever expect you would
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > Saph > ::looks at Saph as she limped up with a crutch:: Saph > Stay close to me. I will protect you
ST NPC01: SAPH>TAC>No offense, dad, but I think I have probably had more training than you. ::She laughs and winces at the pain.::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::smirk:: Saph > maybe so, but you have an injured leg
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Strains trying to break free::
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO> You know if we did find a way out it would only cause problems. There's no doubt that the Captain is coming and we need to trust that he knows what he's doing and won't let himself fall for whatever's being planned.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> I just want my hands free my nose ictches
Shran113: ACTION>Time moves forward. The Aryes crew accompanied by the majority of the European Union soldiers and their local militia members head out from the bridges, mvoing quickly and as quietly as possible down river, crossing at a shallow point avoiding the razor wire and other multide of explosives and traps set up by the EU soldiers. They make it to about klick outside of the enemy patrols and take refuge in a small gulley.
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO> Maybe you'll include some flexibility exercises in your regimen from now on. ::laughs::
ST NPC01: LT>CO>I still ain't sure about your plan, Captain Aryes. ::He checks his weapon as his back is to the hill. A sentry can be seen moving in the distance.::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> that might help ::he laughs::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::time advance to the point where watching the enemy patrols inside a gulley, his rifle slung over his back::
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He controls his breathing as he hunkers down with the rest of the soldiers.::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> How do they have my hands bound
Shran113: CO>LT>It's our only chance.
ST NPC01: LT>CO>There's a bit to many "ifs" in your plan for my liking, but what do I know. Your the ranking.
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO> Steel cable from the feel of it. There's no chance of slipping it either.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> Steel, well you said they new we were coming
Shran113: CO>LT>You will be soon enough... I will take care of the sentries... ::He stands and holds his weapon over his head.:: ALL>Keep watching. You will know when it is time.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > CO > be careful, captain
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> I agree bad host, nothing to drink or eat
Shran113: ACTION>Captain Sean James Aryes... aka Captain Thy'lek Shran walks forward his gun raised in surrender. The small company of men watch him walk toward the enemy sentries who immedieatly grab him, strip him of all weapons and provisions and march him toward the enemy camp.
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO> And if we make things difficult for them, they'll only further restrict us. No point in making it more difficult.
KieleChristienne: for us.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> True, you know I haven't lost my temper, your help has been working
ST NPC01: LT>CMO>Doc, with the sentries gone, see if you, McKenzie, and Collins can't move up to the hill crest and get a better watch over whats going on. ::He hands him his bionoculars.::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::nods slowly acting like he knows what the Lt is talking about... He's a doctor not an infantryman::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::looks up the road a bit:: CMO > Sir, I think I see a good look out point
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO> That's good, but remember too that there is a time and a place for it. It can be a strength as well as a problem.
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He picks up his rifle and prepares to follow the doc.::
Robert Devoroh: CMO>Tac> ::nods:: okay, Aidan; take point
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> Right now is not the time, but it will come ::he smiles::
ST NPC01: LT>CMO>As the ranking American, I trust you keep an eye on your CO. Send a signal back down when its time to move.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > CMO > Will do ::he scrambles out of the gully and laying low, moves toward a thicket of bushes about 50 yards away::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::follows Aidan lead since Aidan has had more combat training himself::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> Maybe their scared of us ::he laughs::
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He takes up the rear, staying low and joining the other two men as the reach the small shrub just cresting the hill.::
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO> She knows that if she comes back, I'll keep grilling her. ::laughs::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> Well you are good at that ::he laughs::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::reaches the bushes, noting the shubs have a "natural" hole to look through for observation::
Shran113: ACTION>The enemy camp is laid out below the three men. There is a lot of activity for the early morning hour. Men are moving back and forth vehicles are being prepped and all around the choas officers are noticed giving direction and stimulant refills for the drug dependant soldiers.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::watches whats going on below... Looks like pure chaos with all the moving around:: Tac> I actually think now is a good time... What do you think?
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > CMO > probably a good time but I think we should wait. I feel something may happen to signal us
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::nods:: Tac> ok
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO> The only thing I wish is that we could let everyone know we're fine so they aren't worried about how we're being treated.
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He watches the choas below.::NOIP>There sure are a lot of them.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> I haven't figured out how to do that
ST NPC01: OFFICER>::The main curtain to the tent that Christienne, Greathouse, and London have been kept in is swept asside and in walks the dartk haired woman officer.::ALL>I have a visitor for you.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > CSCI > Yes, they are.. but most of them look stoned
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Looks at the woman::
KieleChristienne: Ops>::Blinks at the light as the tent flap is opened:: We're really not in a good position to recieve guests at the moment. ::Indicates her hands::
Marshal Collins: CSCI>TAC> No that's just how WWIII was fought. A lot of armies in these days became dependant on stimulants and drugs to make their soldiers more efficient and aware... Why even our EU friends down there are probably using mild stims to stay sharp, but the Greenies were notorious for it. The problem is there is a lot of side effects to that much drug use. Life span is shortened, but when you are fighting a world war, I guess you dont really expect a long and happy life anyway...
Shran113: CO>::Shran walks into the tent, his hands bound behind him and he is stripped of all weapons.::
Shran113: CO>::He nods to his three officers.::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CO>I salute you but a bit tied up ::he laughs::
KieleChristienne: Ops>CO> Welcome to our party, Captain.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > CSCI > sounds like the world I left, but a little worse. people under drugs and stimulants to do anything. Even the military now from the looks of it
Shran113: CO>MCO>It is perfectly okay, Mr. Greathouse... OFFICER>Okay Ms. McKenzie... You have me, now let them go. That was the deal right? Myself for their lives and an end to this idiotic battle.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CO>McKenzie!
ST NPC01: JAS>MCO>I am surprised you did not figure it out sooner, Uncle Clyde... Its me, Jasmine... Afterall, I was your favorite, remember. ::She winks.::
KieleChristienne: Ops>CO>MCO Jasmine?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>JAS> I take it I tought you to fight
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::getting a little antsy just waiting there::
ST NPC01: JAS>MCO>You taught me to me to do what I had to do to overcome my goals... I never forgot that... ::She truns to Shran.:: CO>But you Captain, you taught me the importance of honor and duty, and how sometimes that comes before even the life of your crew... You taught me the greatest pain of my life. ::She slaps him hard.::... So I don't really care for honor anymore, especially to you.
cyldegreathouse: MAC>Jas> What was that, he tought you
Shran113: CO>::Shran takes the slap, moving his hed with the blow. His faces turning red and throbbing with pain, but his expression does not change.:: JAS>I do not know what your past holds, because for me it is my future... Please, call off the attack and let everyone just go home.
ST NPC01: JAS>CO>I am done taking orders from you, you piece of targ filth... Besides there is no turning back. When I took this army from Colonel Green I promised him a decisive victory. You are a fool, Captain. You are all my prisoners, and my army is getting ready to move on St. Micvhael's Bridge as we speak.
Shran113: CO>JAS>You'll alter the entire future...
ST NPC01: JAS>CO>So... there is nothing in the future worth saving anyway...
cyldegreathouse: MCO>JAS> We made you that made at us
ST NPC01: JAS>MCO>You don;t know what your future holds... It won't always be paradise... There are dark times ahead of you
cyldegreathouse: MCO>JAS> Their are always dark times in our life
KieleChristienne: Ops>Jas> I'm not going to stand here and argur possible futures and philosophy with you. What is it you want now that we're all here?
Marshal Collins: CSCI>TAC>How does it feel to be a dad? ::He cracks a smile to break the tension.::
ST NPC01: JAS>I will take you all to the future... my future... to meet the Master. He is very interested in meeting you all.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he looks at Collins:: CSCI > technically, I'm not a dad, yet. but from my first born, in my old life, I say it feels awesome
Shran113: CO>JAS>Won't your future be destroyed if you change time?
Marshal Collins: CSCI>TAC>Most people are afraid they will grow up to fast, but this is a bit rediculous.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>JAS>Master a bit high and mighty ain't he
KieleChristienne: Ops> That's a very deceptively simple answer. What does The Master want with us other than giving us the tour?
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > CSCI > Yes, I know.. and with the way things are turning out. I dont think Cindy and I are good parents
KieleChristienne: Ops>CO> That's a fallacy of temporal travel. You can't change what already exists though you may be able to change how it comes about.
ST NPC01: JAS>OPS>Exactly, and the Master is very intent on seeing a future without Captain Shran in it.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>JAS> And what of us
Marshal Collins: CSCI>TAC>The future is what we make of it. Besides, all you can do is try to teach your kids the best we can. At a certain point they will amke their own decisions. Those are out of your control.
KieleChristienne: Ops>::Laughs::Jas> All this trouble just to get rid of the Captain. CO> An incredible compliment ,Sir.
ST NPC01: JAS>OPS>The future that Shran will create is not a good one. The Master is not a cruel man. He wants to change the world for the better, and he may allow you to live.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > CSCI > Yes, but the way we parent them over the yeard would influence the decisions they make when they're no longer at home
JLtAidanMcKenzie: years
ST NPC01: JAS>::She turns to an aide near her.:: AIDE>Commence the attack on teh bridge. I want it captured by noontime. ::The subordinate salutes and heads out of the tent.::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>JAS> The Master will let your Mother live till your boarn then kill her
Marshal Collins: CSCI>TAC>As a scientist you wind up getting your head tangled in a lot of quantum and temporal theory over the years... So trust me when I say, that you can't let it affect your decisions... because if you are always secon-guessing yourself you'll just screw everything up anyway. You need to be who you are.
KieleChristienne: Ops>Jas> The Master may have miscalculated. Things that are supposed to happen, will.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he nods:: CSCI > I suppose your right but me, I'm always wondering if I am making the right decision..
ST NPC01: JAS>MCO>My Mother is of no concern to you! The Master will make sure she is okay! OPS>There is no miscalculation!... ALL>Enjoy the rest of the time you have here. We will be leaving shortly. ::She storms out of the tents.::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CO> I hate to see she has turned out this way
KieleChristienne: Ops>CO>MCO> There's no challenging her logic as long as her loyalty is so unshakable.
Robert Devoroh has left the room.
Shran113: ACTION>The camp below Deveroh, Collins, and McKenzie, suddenly starts to empty. First the armored vehicles followed by the bulk of remaining men all start off back toward the direction of St. Michael's Bridge. Only a small amount of men remain behind the guard the camp.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> No theirs not
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::looks to see the enemy camo start to empty:: CSCI > Whoa.. I think this is our sign. Maybe we can skean in behind them
JLtAidanMcKenzie: camp
Shran113: CO>OPS>I can only wonder what our future holds... ::He watches the tent flap.:: NOIP>Where did I go wrong.
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He points to one tent.:: TAC>That is where they took the captain. Good bet is that is where the rest of our people are too.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: sneak..
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CO> All we can do is teach them, how they choose to live their life is still up to them
KieleChristienne: Ops>CO> Now don't you start. You can't take personal responsibility for another's actions whether past, present or future.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > CSCI > looks that way.. let's go ::said as the last of the troops left the compound::
Shran113: CO>::He imitates a human smile.::OPS>You have not known me for very long, Captain. That is my job.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::laying low, he scoots out from the brush and heads toward the gate::
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He waves back toward the company of men below them in the gulley, giving them the signal, then follows McKenzie.::
KieleChristienne: Ops>CO> That is your choice but not your job, ..Sir. ::More gently::
Shran113: CO>OPS>It is my choice. Just as it was my choice to come after you.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::sneaks up on the gate guard, and butting him in the head with his rifle. He goes down like a sack of potatoes::
KieleChristienne: CO>Ops> And I knew that you would otherwise we would have formulated an escape plan long ago. ::Smiles::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CO> And its her choice to be like she is
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He comes running yp behind the other guard and slams the butt of his own riffle into him. He goes down.::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::once both guards are down, he turns and nods at Collins::
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::Collins kneels down and takes a big set of keys from one of the guards. He returns the nod.::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he starts heading for the tent where Shran disappeared into, making sure the right side is clear::
Shran113: ACTION>Suddenly the camp erupts in choas as gunfire and explosions light the mid morning. The sound can be heard in the prisoner tent, as Lieutenant Hannover and his mean come charging down the hill into the Fourth Army Camp. The 'Greenies' caught completely off guard by this unexpected counter-attack, fight back but they are unorganized and unawares. The camp is quickly engulfed in the horrible sounds of battle.
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He follows McKenzie, keeping a close eye out for anymore guards.::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>ALL> Sounds like the party started
Shran113: CO>MCO>Right on time too...
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::as the sounds of battle begin, he jumps:: self > Cripes! give a man a heart attack why don't you? ::after a moment, he keeps going::
Shran113: CO>MCO>I was hoping I could goad her into attacking the bridge... I didn't expect it to be so easy
KieleChristienne: > And here we are all tied up, to borrow Greathouse's joke.
KieleChristienne: Ops>
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::he enters the tent, just at the end of Kiele's comment:: Ops > I think I can fix that ::he said with a grin::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CO> Well if she learnt things from me she learnt to react to fast
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::Looks at Clyde:: MCO > She who?
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He comes into the tent.:: MCO>If anyone learned anything from you its being a hot-head... ::He rings the keys as he makes his way over to his bound comrades.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::looks at Aidan::Tac> Jasmine
KieleChristienne: Ops>Tac> Keys, how quaint.
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::raises a brow:: MCO > you taught asmine to fight? Oh heaven help us
KieleChristienne: Ops> Will someone please tell me who Jasmine is?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Tac> well I had to teach what I know, fighting cause it wasn't body buliding
Marshal Collins: CSCI>OPS>You got to love the past... ::He moves around the room unlocking everyone's restraints. Their steel cable falls away from them as the lock is opened. There is even a special remote that unlocks the neural inhibitor on London. It disappears curiously.::
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > Ops > The only Jasmine I know is my daughter
Shran113: CO>::He rubs his wrists one they are free.::ALL>Listen up...
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::looks at Shran::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Yes Free ::scratches his nose::
Shran113: CO>ALL>We aren't done here. They have some kind of energy inhibitor. it is blocking the Eu soldiers electronics. That is our real goal. We take that out and Hannover can call for air support and that force attacking the bridge will only be a memory.
Shran113: CO>OPS>MCO>Were you able to locate its position before you were captured?
KieleChristienne: Ops> CO> No, we assumed it would be here as this was the most heavily guarded but it may be much different than we'
KieleChristienne: 're expecting, maybe even small enough to be carried on one's person.
Shran113: CO>TAC>Aidian you are with me... OPS>MCO>Christienne you and Mr. Greathouse are together. Mr. Collins, Dr. Deveroh, and Mr. London will be together. We split up and find that inhibtor and we take it out. Any cost. Understood?
JLtAidanMcKenzie: Tac > ::nods:: CO > yes, sir
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CO> Yes Sir
Marshal Collins: CSCI>Yes, sir.
KieleChristienne: Ops> CO>Aye, Sir
Shran113: =====PAUSE SIM=====

Captain
USS Aryes NCC-81204
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"A man is no more than the sum of his memories, a culture no more than the sum of its history" -Andorian Proverb

Captain Shran
Commanding Officers

On Andoria, there is always wind. Wind that runs like ice in the soul, daring you to stay alive.

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Tempus Edax Rerum Mar 16, 2010 22:59:30 GMT -5

Post by Captain Shran on Mar 16, 2010 22:59:30 GMT -5

Shran113: ATTENTION
KieleChristienne: ::AA::
Marshal Collins: ::AA::
cyldegreathouse: ::AA:: finialy
cindyleemckenzie: ::AA::
AidanMcKenzie1: ::AA::
Shran113: For the record state your name rank and position
Shran113: CO>Captain Shran
KieleChristienne: Ops> MCapt Kiele Christienne
Marshal Collins: CSCI>Lieutenant Marshal Collins
cyldegreathouse: MCO><Cpat Clyde Greathouse
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > Lt Jg Aidan McKenzie
Robert Devoroh: cmo> Dr. Robert Devoroh
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>LtCmdr Cindy Mckenize
Strsfly7: Vs> Ensign Frank manks
Shran113: As we left off last week, We have just rescued our fellow crew members
Shran113: Lieutenant Hannover has launched his counter attack against the camp, and the order of teh day right now is pretty much choas.
Shran113: We have split up by groups, Myself and Lieutennat McKenzie, Captains Christienne and Greathouse, and Dr. Devoroh and Mr. Collins... Our objective is to find the device that is blanketing the area and preventing all electronic devices from being used.
Shran113: We have no diea what it looks like, but it will definately not be of the time period we currently occupy... There is a battle going on so be careful.
Shran113: Are there any questions?
cyldegreathouse: None
Marshal Collins: No, sir
KieleChristienne: No, Sir
Robert Devoroh: none
Strsfly7: No Sir
AidanMcKenzie1: none from me
Shran113: Excellent.
Shran113: =====RESUME SIM=====
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::follows Shran out and goes in search of what they're looking for::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Starts hunting for the device::
Robert Devoroh: CMO>::follows the rest and keeps himself in the middle of the group so that if something happens he can quickly react to any injured::
Shran113: CO>::He raises his rifle, and darts to the corner of the nearest tent staying low. He looks for a second and motions Mr. McKenzie to advance to the next corner while he covers him.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Has his ridle at the ready::
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO> Shouldn't we be able to locate it by tracking the center of the disturbance?
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::he has his own rifle in his hands, staying low and loving semi-quick. At Shran's gesture, he moved forward and around the corner to the next one, his rifle at the ready::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> Yes if we have our tricorders
Marshal Collins: CSCI>CMO>Hey, doc. ::he motions to a larger tent.:: What do you think is in there.
Robert Devoroh: CMO>CSCI> beats the hell out of me, take a peak real quick
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> Any ID were their at
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO> Any device should work..or rather "not" work. As we move closer to the device, it's likely the disruption will grow stronger.
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::he cautiously peeks around the next corner when he gets there::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::pulls out a pocket watch:: OPS> Like this
Strsfly7: Vs>Ops i hope we can find it in time .
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO> Is it electronic?
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::Seeing the coast is clear, he motioned for Shran to come forward, not looking back::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>:OPS>Yelp ditagal
Shran113: ACTION> A squad of four solider stimble upon Greathouse, Christinee, and Mank as they are searching. They are shocked momentarily but then open fire.
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::MArshal cautiously moves up to the tent.::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Steps in frount of Kiele then starts firing::
Shran113: CO>::Shran moves beyond Aidan to the next corner.::
Strsfly7: Vs> He uses his rifle tring to get a good shot :::::
ST NPC01: JAS>CO>TAC>I wouldn't move. ::She is holding a strange weapon level at Shran.::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Fires at the men::
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::he spun around, aiming his rifle at the voice.. then blinked, thinking he is seeing things. His aim wavered a bit:: Jas > J-J-Jasmine?
Strsfly7: Vs>Ops> Mco go find the device I will hold them off as long as i can.
KieleChristienne: Ops>::Frowns at Greathouse's back:: MCO> Better we ALL find cover than you acting as it! ::Turns to run behind the remains of a cement wall.::
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He comesa back.:: CMO>The tent was nothing... supplies mostly.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Gets behind the wall::OPS> Sorry Kiele habbit
ST NPC01: JAS>TAC>Hellow father, nice reunion... of sorts. ::She laughs.:: CO>Good-by Captain...
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > Jas > What the hell are you doing here? and why do you have a weapon pointed at him?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Looks over the wall and fires::
ST NPC01: JAS>TAC>It is a long story, Father, but trust me. Shran must be stopped now... Its for a better future.
Robert Devoroh: CMO>CSCI> ooo... what kind of supplies?
KieleChristienne: Ops> ::Turns again to survey the area and sees a discarded rifle.:: Lucky find!
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::his aim solified on Jasmine:: Jasmine > What the hell you talking about? "Better future" He helped raised you and you're gonna repay him like that?
Marshal Collins: CSCI>CMO>Food stuffs, weapons, enemy electronics... the ones not be affected by the specialized EM field being generated... You know... stuff..
cyldegreathouse: MCO> OPS> If I give you cover can you snipe her
ST NPC01: SAPH>NO!! ::From the corner of a tent, the second McKenzie daughter lunges and tackles her sister the two roll on the ground.
Strsfly7: Vs>Cmo> I cant wait untiul we can use the pahzers again i can shoot better with them
KieleChristienne: Ops>::Picks off two off the guards:: MCO>VS>How about we just clear the way?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> Gets thats not needed ::turns and fires at the men::
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::he blinked as Saphire came in and tackled Jasmine. His rifle dropped as well as his jaw:: Girls > hey, you two.. Didnt I teach you better manners than that?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Grabs a broken of hunk of wall and throughs it at the guard beaning him in the head::
Strsfly7: Vs>Ops that would be a good idea he aims and tries to shoot back he hits obe target:::
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::he moves over to cover Shran while his two daughters duke it out on the grund. He wanted to seaparate them::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS>VS> NOw that had to hurt
KieleChristienne: Action# Greathouse takes a disabling hit in the arm just after he makes the throw.
Shran113: ACTION>The two McKenzie daughters, neither is holding back, as they punch and knee each other fighting for the weapon that was seconds before pointed at Shran.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Looks down at his Arm:: Not again
Robert Devoroh: CMO>CSCI> I remember reading about 21st tech and if we can find something that they called a WARLOCK, that might be able to help us to at least be able to use electrical devices
KieleChristienne: Ops>MCO> Three down, one to go.
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::watches the two wrestle, trying to eye the strange weapon and trying to aim at it to shoot it out of Jas's hand::
Strsfly7: Vs>Mco you did make a good shoot.
Marshal Collins: CSCI>CMO>Unfortunately no phasers in there... WARLOCK... Lead the way... I'm in.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Vs> So did he, look at that its stuck in their
Robert Devoroh: CMO>CSCI> is there one in the tent at all?
KieleChristienne: Action>The last guard takes cover and fires, taking chips of cement off the wall. One chip hits Kiele near the eye another slices a gash in Mank's scalp.
Shran113: CO>::He puts a hand on McKenzie's shoulder.::TAC>I know you, Mr. McKenzie... you will reget it the rest of uyour life if you fire on one of your daughters... even if they are strangers to us still.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>VS>OPS> I'm Mad now ::fires over the wall::
Strsfly7: Vs> Ops are yo uok i think we both got hit.
Marshal Collins: CSCI>CMO>I wouldn't doubt it... they have a lot of freaky stuff in there... msot of it seems too old or too futuristic for me to really discern... I never really paid attention in pre-warp technogies at the Academy... I even took it as an elective
Marshal Collins: but it was mainly for a girl...
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::feels shran's hand on his shoulder:: CO > I'm not trying to fire at them, I want to get rid of that weapon.. I'll aslo regreat it if one or both of them is hurt or killed!
Robert Devoroh: CMO>CSCI> ::gives him a stern look about the "girl" comment:: I'll remember that during your next physical ::goes into the tent looking for one::
ST NPC01: JAS>::She lands a vicious elbow to her sisters face and regains the weapon while Sapphire is stunned. Without hesitation she turns and fires at Shran.::
KieleChristienne: Ops>::Hers hands fly up to cover her eyes:: VS> Yeah, but too close for comfort. MCO> Any readings on your watch?
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::Follows the doctor.:: NOIP>Doctors a no fun...
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> Yes over that way ::points with his good arm::
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::he sees Jasmine turn and fire at shran:: NOIP > NOOO! ::He steps in front of shran to take the hit, in the shoulder::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::chuckles:: CSCI> I'm plenty fun ::continues his search opening crates throwing boxes whatever, looking for a man pack version of the system::
Shran113: ACTION>The bullet hits, Aidan McKenzie and latches onto him like a small dart... Then he disappears...
KieleChristienne: Ops> ::Backing up, sprints for another section of wall in the direction Greathouse indicated.:: MCO>VS> Come on, I'll cover you!
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::feels the bullet hit, but it felt more like a dart. He poofs to who knows where, or when::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Steaps out from the wall and fires at the guard:>VS> Go GO
Shran113: CO>JAS>What did you do?
Robert Devoroh: CMO>NOIP> yes! Here it is! ::he moves it out of the crate its in and starts bringing it online:: CSCI> now that we have this, if we can find a regular CB radio we can triangulate the EMP signal
Strsfly7: Vs>Ops>Cms Ok you just watch out to we will not lose anybody on this mission.
ST NPC01: JAS>CO>That was meant for you... of well at least I have more than one bullet... ::She fires again, but the shot goes wide as Sapphire is back up and knocks her sideways with a hard kick.::
Marshal Collins: CSCI>CMO>I am with you doc.. .you just let me know what you need.
KieleChristienne: Ops> ::Lays down cover fire until both are clear.::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Follows the VS while firing::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Vs>OPS> Damn my arm hurts
Shran113: CO>::As the girls continue their fight Shran, find the small dart that missed him buried in the mud at his feet. He picks it up and it immedieatly blinks and latches onto his hand... He feels light-headed as he suddenly dissapears as well.::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::shows the CSCI how to use a CB radio to pick up on the frequency and follow the strength of the signal:: CSCI> and greathouse needs to carry the warlock
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> Its coming from that tent
Marshal Collins: CSCI>CMO>If we want to find Geathouse... I think we need to head toward the sound of gunfire. ::he hefts the CB radio.::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Points::
Strsfly7: Vs>Cmo>Ops its ok after the mission is over we can all get some drinks he heads for the tent
Shran113: ACTION>Aidan appears in a dark, pporly lit room with no furniture or even discernable walls. moments later Shran appears next to him kneeling as if he was looking at something.
KieleChristienne: Ops>::Nods and runs for the tent:: MCO>You'd better be right!
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::grins and hands the other peice of equipment to the VS:: VS> here carry this
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> Am I ever wrong
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He turns on the radio.::CMO>At least this tuff works.
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::appears in a poorly lit room with the dart bullet stiill in his arm. He blinked a couple times then noticed shran is there too:: CO > Sorry, sir. I tried to protect you.. Where.. or when are we now?
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::adds as he looked to his hand, spotting what he is holding:: CO > .. and what's that?
Shran113: CO>::He looks up.::TAC>Mr. McKenzie... I thank you for your courage, and am thankful that you are okay... I cannot say where we are...
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Enters the Tent
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> Is that it
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > CO > yeah, I'm thankful, and surprised, I'm ok too. I just been shot..
AidanMcKenzie1: again
Shran113: CO>::He holds up the small dart and stands, pulling the same dark from McKenzie's chest where it was still attached.:: TAC>If I had to guess I would say they were somesort of tracer shot... Like mini transporter signals.
Strsfly7: Vs>Mco i think it is lets get it and go the Cap will be happy.
KieleChristienne: Ops> ::Another shot flies over her head. Turns and ignoring the fire, aims at the last guard.:: I have had enough of you!
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > NOIP > Ow! ::He says as the dart thing was pulled from his chest:: CO > I see..
KieleChristienne: Action>The last guard falls
ST NPC01: MASTER>::A shadowed figure is suddenly near them. He laughs, though they cannot be sure where he is in the room.::CO>Very good, Captain Shran.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Moves up to it:: OPS> What do we do with it
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::he still had his rifle in his hand and he turns toward where he things the voice is::
Robert Devoroh: CMO>ALL> we have a way to find the EMP device, lets follow that, perhaps we'll find everything out there
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS<VS> I don't see an off switch
KieleChristienne: Ops>::Enters the tent with the others:: This is't it? ::Wipes a trickle of blood from her cheek::
Shran113: ACTION>Much like their phasers were in the room of the time travler, Shran's and McKenzie's rifles are useless in this room.
ST NPC01: MASTER>CO>TAC>I see Jasmine has done her part... but she always was a loyal girl... She implanted you with a tracer that beamed you to this time and this place... though Mr. McKenzie, I was not expecting you...
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > Master > Always expect the unexpected.. I have.. so surprise.. and what have you done to my daughter? and why?
Strsfly7: Vs>Mco>. Ops naybe there is something in back of it .
cyldegreathouse: MCO>OPS> Its not it
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::waiting for everyone to follow Marshal to where ever the signal strength is leading them::
KieleChristienne: Ops> All> Alright which way now? Everything depends on us deactivating that thing.
ST NPC01: MASTER>TAC>Don't you mean, my daughter... ::He finally steps forward into the light. The face is old and wrinkled but it is unmistakably that of an older and angier Aidan McKenzie.::
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He begins getting faints sounds on the CB...::CMO>doc, I think i got something...
cyldegreathouse: MCO>All> No id maybe that shed over their
Strsfly7: Vs>All i think that will be a good place nobody will look fo rit over there.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::carrying the warlock he follows collins:: CSCI> excellent, lets go
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Rips his shirt off then wraps his arm::
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::he drops the rifle and his jaw as he is totally shocked:: Master > wha.. who.. how.. where... what
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Heads for the shead::
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::he leads them out of the tent toward a much smaller tent.:: CMO>Over there.
Shran113: CO>MASTER>Who are you...
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::looks beyond to the tent to see if its guarded:: CSCI> well then, lets go there
ST NPC01: MASTER>CO>Don't you recognize your old cadet, Captain...
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::he somewhat recovers:: Master > How about our daughter since you're me.. and older version. AT least i know I'll live to a ripe old age not tell me why the hell would you.. or me be doing this?!
AidanMcKenzie1: not > now
Shran113: ACTION>Collins heads for the small shed he indicated, almost running into Greathouse on the way.
Strsfly7: Vs>All i think that will do it should we head back now.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::looks at greathouse:: MCO> finally, people
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CSCI> Road hog
Marshal Collins: CSCI>MCO>I think its in there... he motions to the shed.::
KieleChristienne: Ops> All> It may also be shielded or it may be protected with an alarm. Be careful.
ST NPC01: MASTER>TAC>Yes, you live... I wa going to kill Shran myself... but it might be better if you do it...
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CMO> Look I been shot
Robert Devoroh: CMO>MCO> clearly it must be superficial if your up and walking around, but if you want I'll take a peek
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He opens the shed to reveal a compact machine with several blinking lights and certainly not of the mid 21st century...::
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > Master>::he looks at Shran then back to his older self > now why the heck would I do something like that? give me a darn good reason.. ::he hopes he wont::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CMO>I'll be find ::enters the shead:: It hit my Arm
Shran113: CO>::He looks at hsi tactical officer, both young and old.::MASTER>How did this happen? What have you become?
Strsfly7: Vs>Mco Atleast we all made it with out being hurt worse.
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > CO > Looks like he became old and better and I can only think of only one reason... ::he prepares himself for another heart wrenching shock::
KieleChristienne: Ops> NOIP> So this is the cause of all the trouble? ::picks up a small rock and tosses it experimentally at the machine::
ST NPC01: MASTER>TAC>He kills Cindy... Because of him, your wife dies, and you are helpless to stop it... After that you will fall apart, your family will fall apart...
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Watches::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::looks inside the shed and whistles:: NOIP> hmm, have fun... I'd say just find the power source and unplug it or... Find a power switch
ST NPC01: MASTER>TAC>I have lived through it... part of you will die... AND ITS HIS FAULT!
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::his heart suddenly drops into his toes as he feels like he been hit by an ice cold blast:: Master > ::two octaves higher:: What?!
KieleChristienne: Ops> CSCI> Are we going to trust that no one will reactivate it? Better to disable it entirely. Remove a component perhaps?
Marshal Collins: CSCI>OPS>Agreed... shoot it...
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::shoots it::
Strsfly7: Vs>All anybody has a bomb we can set it to go off .
Shran113: CO>MASTER>I don't believe you... Why would I...
ST NPC01: MASTER>CO>Shut-Up... You order her to her death, and you stood by and let her die... You let it happen... I sopent years trying to undo... I went to the future, to the past, but I couldn't prevent the act... I realized the only way to prevent it was to have my revenge on the man who caused it...
Shran113: ACTION>As the team begins to reach down to deactivate the EM-Field Generator a bullet grazes above their heads as more Fourth Army solider appear to try and stop them.
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He dives to the ground prone, and retursn fire.::ALL>Incoming...
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::he shakes his head slowly as he tries to absorb the info:: NOIP > I can't believe I would turn into a bitter old angry man, just with the death of one woman, a woman I love with all my heart
Robert Devoroh: CMO>ALL> keep them busy ::starts working on destroying the EM-field generator::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>I'm tired of this ::Starts hitting the soliders with his rifle::
Shran113: ACTION>Greathouses bullet only impact on the surface but do no damage beyond denting it.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::looking for an access panel to get down to the "meat and bones"::
KieleChristienne: Ops> :ucks behind the machine:: I don't care who's fire takes it out!
cyldegreathouse: MCO>ALL> Get that thing open
Strsfly7: Vs> he shoot at the emeny troops he aims at the leader.
ST NPC01: MASTER>TAC>That is your future... that is the future of your family... You hate what I am, you hate what Jasmine is... it is his fault. ::He points to Shran.:: He killed her... he killed your love... ::He rolls out a phaser to him.:: Kill him... before he takes away from you everything you care about in life...
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::he glares at his future self:: Master > You apparently didnt try hard enough to try and prevent it. going to the past, present and future. I always believed that the future hasn't happened yet and you make it with each decision you make
KieleChristienne: Ops>CMO> If I were to take a guess, I'd say this looks like the power supply.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Fights the guards::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::opens the power supply and starts pulling out and breaking whatever can be without shocking himself::
Shran113: CO>MASTER>Mr. McKenzie... Lieutenant McKenzie is right... You said you were surprised to see him here... Don't you remember coming here when you were him?
ST NPC01: MASTER>CO>No... I never eperienced this...
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Punches on guard::
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::he looked down at the phaser, then back at his older self:: MAster > That would make me a murderer and killing him would not bring her back. He has not killed my love, not yet. I still have it.. wait a minute, when the hell are we?
Shran113: ACTION>The Device flickers and lights begin to go out...
KieleChristienne: Ops>::there's asmell of ozone:: CMO>That seems to have done the trick
Strsfly7: Vs> all I think the mission is done looks like it shutting down.
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Grabs another one snaping his neck:: You guyd really bug me
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::keepings pulling stuff out until the lights stop::
ST NPC01: MASTER>There is still a lot you do not know about your future, Aidan... or your own past for that matter... You have no idea of the secrets you still have yet to learn... you are not who you think you are... Time traveling is the family business...
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Kills the last guard::ALL> Have you shut that down
Shran113: ACTION>As the EM-Field collapses, electronics begin to work again, including their radios... Over them, they can hear the voice of Lieutenant Hannover calling for air support on their position and on St. Michael's bridge.
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > Master > yeah, I know there is a lot of things I dont know yet, but I will learn in time.. no pun intended.. but I can't learn everything over night. My past, i'm sure I'll learn that too . I am who I am.. not that does not tell me when we are NOW!
AidanMcKenzie1: not > now
KieleChristienne: Ops> All> I recommend we get the heck out of here..now!
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Hears the raido:: ALL> Agreed
Robert Devoroh: CMO>NOIP> okay, we're up
Strsfly7: Vs>All ok lets get out of here he runs .
ST NPC01: MASTER>TAC>You are in the future... or what you would judge as the future from your current point of view... This is my home... your future home
cyldegreathouse: MCO>ALL> What if they fix it
KieleChristienne: Ops>::Tries to radio the CO:: Captain Shran, what's your location? ::Exits the tent at a run::
Shran113: ACTION>The sound of Jet planes can be suddenly heard growin in the distance. Within mere moments the sky is fillied with six large aircraft and the day lights up with the billowing of massive bombs, as the fourth world army and their march on Paris is finally stopped
Robert Devoroh: CMO>MCO> some how I doubt it, I took out a bunch of components and destroyed them, unless you have C4 we cant do much better
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::looks around a bit, then back to his other self:: Master > Yeah, i kinda figured that with all the new stuff. Don't you remember taking a trip to the 28th century shortly after I, we, ccame to the 24th century from the 21st century? And the crew thought I was nuts because of it
ST NPC01: SAPH>OPS>::She stop Kiele as she runs by.:: OPS>Aunt Kiele... ::Next to her is an unconcious Jasmine.:: Shran and... Dad are gone...
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CMO> Nope we could call an air strike
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Holds his arm::
Robert Devoroh: CMO>MCO> good thinking, call it in and give them the coordinates and... RUN ::follows the rest::
Shran113: CO>TAC>I bet he doesn't remember that either... Right... because you were the one that caused that mess as well... Your timelines are different... he is a different person than you, and that means his future is different too, Master... He is not who you think he is...
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Calls in the coordinates::ALL> Duck
KieleChristienne: Ops> ::has no idsea who this woman is but can see the resemblance to the other. Breathing hard:: Sapp> Gone is not dead but we will be unless we all get out of here.!
ST NPC01: MASTER>::He pulls out a weapon from his belt.::CO>Shut-up, murder... I will kill you myself. ::He raises the weapon and fires.::
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::not learning his lesson, he jumps in front of shran again, to prevent him from getting shot, or tries to::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>ALL> Getting out of here is a good idea ::grabs up Jasma and runs::
Shran113: ACTION>Everything stops... The world goes white for the entire crew of the USS Aryes... Everything stops, time blurs and becomes indistiguishable from space... When the vision clears the crew of the USS Aryes is back aboard their ship in the same positions they were before they left... heading out of the neutral zone toward Federation space...
Shran113: CO>::He is suddenly back behind his desk, looking across it as Captain Christienne and Lieutenant London.::
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::everything seems to slow and stop, then everything goes white again. Before he knw it, he is back at tac on the Aryes, landing on the floor?:: self > oomph!
cyldegreathouse: MCO>Wow I guess we stopped it
Strsfly7: Vs>Ops we mad eit back ok .
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::inside his office looking around:: NOIP> awesome
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He blinks and suddenly he is back at the science station. He looks around quickly...:: NOIP>What the hell...
KieleChristienne: Ops:: Opens her mouth to say something then closes it again, having seemingly forgotten what she wanted to say::
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::he looks up and toward Marshall:: CSCI > ummmm...
cyldegreathouse: MCO> Grabs his arm thinkig he was shoot::
Shran113: CO>OPS>Ms. Christienne... I am not quite sure how to say this... Did you just experience anything... unusual?
cindyleemckenzie: CNS>::In her Office going over paper work::
Shran113: CO>::He moves his antennae testing them again, glad to feel them on his head.::
Marshal Collins: CSCI>::He walks over and helps him.::TAC>Where you just in the past?
Strsfly7: Vs>Co i think we all need a party after this.
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::he slowly gets to his feet, with Collins help:: CSCI > Yeah.. what the hell was that?! ::he suddenly looks around for Cindy:: Where's Cindy?
cyldegreathouse: MCO>::Enters Sickbay:: CMO> Did we time travel
Robert Devoroh: CMO>MCO> no, your not crazy
Marshal Collins: CSCI>TAC>REally because I didn't... I think you're losing it... ::He grins from ear to ear, just happy to be home.::
KieleChristienne: Ops> CO> If you'd like a full report Captain, it will take some time.:: Reaches up to check if the wound on her cheek is still there.::
cyldegreathouse: MCO>CMO> I swore I got shoot
Shran113: CO>OPS>I think we will all need to file a report...
AidanMcKenzie1: Tac > ::he gives Collins a look:: CSCI > I think I am too with what just happened. ::he practically shakes::
Shran113: =====END SIM=====

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