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Engaging......

Stardate 2365.02.11 (Thursday - 42143.8 )
USS Peregrine; Shuttle Sierra One - 11:07+


Toriak considers the idea of beaming naked, wounded people into the extremely tight quarters of the shuttlecraft. As these thoughts are considered the Vulcan nurse looks down at the medical away mission triage pack he has cradled in his lap and a thought occurs to him.

“Sir,” he begins. “Reports from the Bridge indicate that those we are en route to bring into custody are severely injured. The information I’ve received would suggest that the five life forms we are tasked with recovering are barely alive. Perhaps stripping them of their dignity might not be necessary.”

Addressing Nurse Toriak, “I regret having to think this way but I have encounter extremist before. I as I see it this was a small crew on a suicide mission to inflame conditions and ensure war instead of peace..as long as they are still alive they will continue to try and achieve their goal…. If they were to overpower us and use a Federation craft to attack, even a shuttle, it would inflame conditions perhaps beyond repair……We are not facing a noble foe.. we do not have the chance to search and disarm them. I must consider your and the mission’s safety before the discomfort of the survivors. ……. This is not a humanitarian mission.. our main goal is to identify who made the attack…the why of it will have to come with further investigation. No offense Toriak, but I’d rather have one more security crewman over a nurse.”

PO Tolaris pauses in his programming and swivels in his chair to better face the lieutenant. “Additionally, sir. The confines of this vessel will severely restrict their movement. Strictly speaking,” the Vulcan tilts his head to the left in an attempt to affect some appearance of humanity, “the captain would not have likely sent a shuttle—heavy though it may be—manned by a mere four Starfleet personnel to retrieve five terrorists if he thought them dangerous still.

John addressed the transporter specialist, “PO..the Captain sent nearly the equivalent of two of his four security team on this mission. That alone shows me his concern. Nearly half of Peregrine’s security is out here to identify and bring back these survivors.. that is significant.”

Tolaris considered the Lieutenant’s comments then replied, “The transporter sensors will automatically detect any harmful substances such as those that would be used in an explosive device and if it will ease your concern, I can retain the life forms’ bio-signature in the transporter buffers long enough to perform a full scan of the molecular data. Should there be any sign of weaponry within their signature, we can address the situation at that time.”

“Now that’s why I asked for a transporter specialist…you know best what you can do with these beams. If that can be done then make it so.” John nodded to the PO.

“Perhaps,” Toriak adds, “we can erect a level two force field encompassing the latter three quarters of the shuttle. If you and I, sir, move up against the backs of the front seats we might be able to create a limited simulation of a brig cell to contain any potential threat while we further assess the life forms’ condition.”

“That’s a good thought,” John acknowledged. “But just a meter beyond the platform should due. If what Tolaris says is how things work then containment to just beyond the transporter platform should due. If after they are all retrieved, they can be isolated and confined. If nothing else they will be restrained to the bulkhead.”

“A decision bettuh be made soon,” Megan quips, “we’ve no’ much time left before we come within range o’ the Stormspike.”

“It’s done pilot..time for you and Tolaris to work your magic…. Security, weapons on stun..if they make any aggressive moves take no chances and put them down.”

As the Sierra came into transporter range Tolaris ran his scan and locked on to the first survivor, “Sir…engaging transporter.”

The shimmer of the beam filled the transport platform as the first survivor was pulled to shuttle.



Posted on 2017-06-04 at 12:42:28.
Edited on 2017-07-17 at 11:44:44 by Odyson

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I am NOT taking over the game... This is posted with permission from Olan.

Stardate 2365.02.11 (Thursday - 42143.8 )
USS Peregrine; Shuttle Sierra One – 11:10

Addressing Nurse Toriak, Lt. Reid states, “I regret having to think this way but I have encounter extremist before. I as I see it this was a small crew on a suicide mission to enflame conditions and ensure war instead of peace..as long as they are still alive they will continue to try and achieve their goal… If they were to overpower us and us a Federation craft to attack, even a shuttle, it would enflame conditions perhaps beyond repair. We are not facing a noble foe. We do not have the chance to search and disarm them. I must consider yours and the mission’s safety before the discomfort of the survivors. This is not a humanitarian mission. Our main goal is to identify who made the attack. The why of it will have to come with further investigation. No offence, Toriak, but I’d rather have one more security crewman over a nurse.”

PO Tolaris pauses in his programming and swivels in his chair to better face the lieutenant while, true to Vulcan form, Toriak appears to take no offense from the mission lead’s comments. “Additionally, sir. The confines of this vessel will severely restrict their movement. Strictly speaking,” the Vulcan transporter specialist tilts his head to the left in an attempt to affect some appearance of humanity, “the captain would not have likely sent a shuttle—heavy though it may be—manned by a mere four Starfleet personnel to retrieve five terrorists if he thought them dangerous still.”

John addressed the transporter specialist, “PO, the Captain sent nearly the equivalent of two of his four security team on this mission. That alone shows me his concern. Nearly half of Peregrine’s security is out here to identify and bring back these survivors. That is significant.”

Tolaris considered the Lieutenant’s comments then replied, “The transporter sensors will automatically detect any harmful substances such as those that would be used in an explosive device and if it will ease your concern, I can retain the life forms’ biosignature in the transporter buffers long enough to perform a full scan of the molecular data. Should there be any sign of weaponry within their signature, we can address the situation at that time.”

“Now that’s why I asked for a transporter specialist. You know best what you can do with these beams. If that can be done then make it so.” John nods to the PO.

“Perhaps,” Toriak adds, “we can erect a level two force field encompassing the latter three quarters of the shuttle. If you and I, sir, move up against the backs of the front seats we might be able to create a limited simulation of a brig cell to contain any potential threat while we further assess the life forms’ condition.”

“That’s a good thought,” John acknowledges. “But just a meter beyond the platform should due. If what Tolaris says is how things work then containment to just beyond the transporter platform should due. If after they are all retrieved, they can be isolated and confined. If nothing else they will be restrained to the bulkhead.”

“A decision bettuh be made soon,” Megan quips, “we’ve no’ much time left before we come within range o’ the Stormspike.

“It’s done pilot. Time for you and Tolaris to work your magic. Security, weapons on stun, if they make any aggressive moves take no chances and put them down.”

As the Sierra came into transporter range Tolaris runs his scan and locks on to the survivors, “Sir… engaging transporter.”

The shimmer of the beams filled the transport platform as the first survivor was pulled to shuttle. Nearby, Crewman Toriak turns and uses the computer panel behind his head to activate the forcefield.

“No weapons or categorically dangerous chemicals appear to be present that cannot be filtered out by the transporter, sir.” Tolaris keeps his eyes on the controls in front of him balancing the aliens’ molecular matter in the buffer cells. “Shall I continue to transport?”

(OOC: Assuming John will give permission.)

“Acknowledged,” PO Tolaris runs his fingers along the sliding control and the beams begin to take shape, eventually completely materializing behind the forcefield Toriak has erected.

There are five beings in burnt and damaged clothing of simple make. Tunics of varying shades and earthen hues worn over breeches and knee-high boots. By clothing alone the beings are unidentifiable. There’s no hiding the skin tone though. Orange to reddish brick in color with a ridged heads that are partially bald and varying lighter colors of singed hair, these are definitely Rytaini.

“Life signs are stable,” Toriak frowns. “Except for one. Sir, I need to drop the force field to save this man’s life.” The nurse’s request is immediately followed by a dead tone and the Vulcan raises his eyebrows in question.

“Where…?” One of the new shuttle occupants raises his head and stares with hollow ruddy brown eyes at the Starfleet personnel in confusion. Then, his eyes widen and he barks, “For strength and honor!” He immediately slides the forefinger and thumb of his right hand into his belt. Somewhere between coughing and unconsciousness, all but one of the others repeat, “Strength and honor,” and reach into their belts as well.

(OOC: Assuming John orders dropping the forcefield.)

When the order comes through hot on the heels of Toriak’s request, the force field is dropped. Security stand at ready, pulse rifles held to at the ready, unsure of how to handle the captives’ actions. Nurse Toriak immediately slips past the barrel of a rifle and drops next to the motionless Rytainian, medical tricorder in hand.

“Do not move!” one of the security personnel growls, but Toriak isn’t paying attention as to who.

Scanning the prisoner, Crewman Toriak keeps the frown on his face. The results aren’t promising. Brain damage and multiple internal hemorrhages have already killed the man. If they were back on the Peregrine, there might be a chance of reviving the terrorist, but here…? Not a chance.

“Drop it!” Another voice yells and there’s commotion all about Toriak as the security personnel take action.

“Crewman Toriak to the Peregrine. Lock onto my signal and transport one Rytaini immediately to sickbay.”

(OOC: Assuming John is giving orders and taking action, I’m going to be kind of vague.)

PO Tolaris turns in his chair to watch the drama unfold and see if he needs to participate in the mayhem. Charred and injured, the Rytainian terrorists produce small, white pills from their belts and are rapidly placing them in their mouths, chewing, and swallowing. Gold shirted crewmen fire weapons set to stun, others just leap forward and try to manually pry the pills from the aliens’ mouths. Toriak’s transporter request activates around the body of the Rytaini directly in front of him adding to the swirl of motion.

“This one is foaming at the mouth!”

“Here, too!”

Scrambling past the place where the body recently vanished, Toriak retrieves from his flailing bag a physiostimulator, placing it on the convulsing chest of the nearest prisoner while scanning with his medical tricorder. He can see the others thrashing about as the drug they’ve ingested takes effect, but is helpless to stop the results. The physiostimulator activates and the body jerks more violently, back arching against the charge only to drop to the floor once more. The Rytainian’s eyes roll back into his skull and his head twists with such violence that the Vulcan can hear the snapping of the man’s neck. Returning to his bag, Toriak retrieves another device and like an entertainer at a table, swiftly replaces the physiostimulator with the protodynoplaser. He drops the tricorder and uses his left hand to hold the shoulder down while he runs the protodynoplaser across the dying man’s throat. The device’s chirping grows louder.

“This one’s gone,” a worried voice reports.

“We’ve lost another.”

“Stunning them did nothing to stop the spread of that poison,” PO Tolaris’ calm voice reports.

“It is a very concentrated dose delivered through nanotechnology that shoots through the system at an accelerated pace,” Toriak replies, dropping back on his haunches and allowing his hands to fall into his lap. “This one is dead as well. There was nothing I could do.”

“The transporter did not show the pills as dangerous. Interesting.” Tolaris returns to his console to study the report.

“It likely wouldn’t,” Toriak begins putting his tools away. “The tricorder shows that this blend of chemicals is biological and specifically designed to work with the Rytainian biology. As there were no Rytaini aboard this vessel at the time of the transport, the computer would not have quarantined the pills.”

“Well,” Megan coughs. “As excitin’ as tha’ was, I’m showin’ the Coronado movin’ int’ attack position. Yer orders, sir?”

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Stardate 2365.02.11 (Thursday - 42143.8 )
USS Peregrine; Deck 1 - Main Bridge – 11:10


“Sir,” Dio leans into his console and then looks back at Silas. “We’ve just received a Rytaini in sickbay at Crewman Toriak’s request. The crewman is with the heavy shuttle.” His board beeps again drawing his attention back to his screen. “Reports from the shuttle indicate that they retrieved the five survivors from the Stormspike but all of them have died.”

“All but the one transported to my sickbay, Mr. Lasad,” Dr. Moore corrects with her brisk accent. “If you’ll excuse me, I believe that I am needed below.”

As the Chief Medical Officer makes her way to the turbolift, Dio raises his eyebrows and settles back in his chair. “It would appear that she is correct, sir. Reports from sickbay indicate that they’ve been able to revive the patient.

Chief Science Officer Sh’iroalnas hastens a glance over her shoulder at the hubbub taking place behind her. Her scans are showing that the Stormspike is in serious duress and there’s a high percentage chance that explosion is imminent. She’s looking for a place in the conversation to insert her discovery.

“Captain,” Lt. Lasad declares in unison with Lt. Berk. “The Coronado is not drawing off. It is continuing its attack run.”


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Posted on 2017-06-26 at 18:42:56.
Edited on 2017-06-30 at 16:25:30 by Bromern Sal

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In Harm's Way............

Stardate 2365.02.11 (Thursday - 42143.8 )
USS Peregrine; Shuttle Sierra One – 11:10

There are five beings in burnt and damaged clothing of simple make. Tunics of varying shades and earthen hues worn over breeches and knee-high boots. By clothing alone the beings are unidentifiable. There’s no hiding the skin tone though. Orange to reddish brick in color with a ridged heads that are partially bald and varying lighter colors of singed hair, these are definitely Rytaini. Reid realizes that Captain’s guess had been right and now they had the proof. Only after an interigation would they find the “Why” behind the sneak attack.

“Life signs are stable,” Toriak frowns. “Except for one. Sir, I need to drop the force field to save this man’s life.”

The bodies laying in front of them appeared to be no threat. “Drop the shields.”

When the order comes through hot on the heels of Toriak’s request, the force field is dropped. Security stand at ready, pulse rifles held to at the ready, unsure of how to handle the captives’ actions. Nurse Toriak immediately slips past the barrel of a rifle and drops next to the motionless Rytainian, medical tricorder in hand.

“Do not move!” one of the security personnel growls, but Toriak isn’t paying attention as to who.

Scanning the prisoner, Crewman Toriak keeps the frown on his face. The results aren’t promising. Brain damage and multiple internal hemorrhages have already killed the man. If they were back on the Peregrine, there might be a chance of reviving the terrorist, but here…? Not a chance.

“Drop it!” Another voice yells and there’s commotion all about Toriak as the security personnel take action.

“Crewman Toriak to the Peregrine. Lock onto my signal and transport one Rytaini immediately to sickbay.”
Their first moves looked as if they were reaching for weapons. John and nurse Toriak realized there was something else as the Rytainians pulled pills from the belts as muttered, “For strength and honor!”.
But John was caught off guard when to rescued crew of the Stormspike started taking their own lives. He had prepared to put down a fanatical suicide squad but not a fanatical squad suicide.

“Stop them…don’t let them swallow those things.”

PO Tolaris turns in his chair to watch the drama unfold and see if he needs to participate in the mayhem. Charred and injured, the Rytainian terrorists producing small, white pills from their belts and are rapidly placing them in their mouths, chewing, and swallowing. Gold shirted crewmen fire weapons set to stun, others just leap forward and try to manually pry the pills from the aliens’ mouths. Toriak’s transporter request activates around the body of the Rytaini directly in front of him adding to the swirl of motion.

“This one is foaming at the mouth!”

“Here, too!”

Scrambling past the place where the body recently vanished, Toriak retrieves from his flailing bag a physiostimulator, placing it on the convulsing chest of the nearest prisoner while scanning with his medical tricorder. He can see the others thrashing about as the drug they’ve ingested takes effect, but is helpless to stop the results. The physiostimulator activates and the body jerks more violently, back arching against the charge only to drop to the floor once more. The Rytainian’s eyes roll back into his skull and his head twists with such violence that the Vulcan can hear the snapping of the man’s neck. Returning to his bag, Toriak retrieves another device and like an entertainer at a table, swiftly replaces the physiostimulator with the protodynoplaser. He drops the tricorder and uses his left hand to hold the shoulder down while he runs the protodynoplaser across the dying man’s throat. The device’s chirping grows louder.

“This one’s gone,” a worried voice reports.

“We’ve lost another.”

“Stunning them did nothing to stop the spread of that poison,” PO Tolaris’ calm voice reports.

“It is a very concentrated dose delivered through nanotechnology that shoots through the system at an accelerated pace,” Toriak replies, dropping back on his haunches and allowing his hands to fall into his lap. “This one is dead as well. There was nothing I could do.”

“The transporter did not show the pills as dangerous. Interesting.” Tolaris returns to his console to study the report.

“It likely wouldn’t,” Toriak begins putting his tools away. “The tricorder shows that this blend of chemicals is biological and specifically designed to work with the Rytainian biology. As there were no Rytaini aboard this vessel at the time of the transport, the computer would not have quarantined the pills.”

“Well,” Megan coughs. “As excitin’ as tha’ was, I’m showin’ the Coronado movin’ int’ attack position. Yer orders, sir?”

“First we have to get the video of the transport to Lt. Berk.”

Tapping his comm. badge, “Reid to Berk..stand by for a video transmission. The crew of the Stormspike were Rytains.. the video and the transported Rytain to sickbay will prove it…..Sir if you can get it to the Coronado it should change their minds…in the mean time we are putting ourselves between them and the our nearest Kuldar vessel”

John glanced over to Megan, her eye brows raised and a surprised look on her face. “Oh… yeah..it’s time for us to be the big damn heroes. We may not be much but we are Federation and the Coronado will have to think hard to justify swatting us away. …Petty Officer take defensive position between the Coronado and that Kuldar vessel ………..get us in harms way…..I just hope the Kuldar don’t decide fire first…especially at us.”

Megan let out a loud sigh, “Big damn heroes?.....well I remember playing that game at NCO school, so…hold on..we may experience some slight turbulence … then explode.”

Nurse Toriak frowns, “Shinny.”

Reid looked at both and smiled…”If we get back in one piece do I ever have a hologame for you.”




Posted on 2017-07-06 at 21:09:54.
Edited on 2017-07-10 at 11:33:51 by Odyson

   
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