Starbase Hell
Apr 27, 2016 11:47:47 GMT -5
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Apr 27, 2016 11:47:47 GMT -5
Starbase Hell
Three months before the Iconian attack on Earth.
A series of log reports and video captures from Master Chief Petty Officer Lonah Demorrie, Team 32, Omega Force. Due to the controversial nature of the material, it has been classified to ranks to Commissioned Captains and up. Individuals mentioned in this report are still being sought after.
The subject matter contains sensitive imagery. Viewer discretion is advised.
Omega-Foxtrot-505-MCPO-Demorrie-Stardate: 83334.92
[Log Begins]
Lonah is seated in a runabout piloting the craft to a nebula off known quadrant maps. She is alone and armored up [Ref.: Terran Task Force]. She finally settles back once final preparations are done. "I have entered nebula 34550. An area only barely explored by Federation probes. Telemetry indicates I'll be in for a rough ride till I arrive at the coordinates. My mission is simple, several energy signatures in this area indicates an Iconnaian presence. Something seems to be drawing their attention and I am here to determine what. "
Lonah looks tired, even her Klingon stamina has been tested over the past few weeks. "I'm not happy about going on this mission. In “I'm not happy about going on this mission. In the early weeks of the war I would not have minded going on solo missions to thwart the Iconains and their allies. Now, with so few left, I think my efforts are best put on the front line to stem the tide of defeat.” Iconains and their allies. Now, with so few left, I think my efforts are best put on the front line to stem the tide of defeat." Lonah makes a sour face and spits. "Defeat, I never thought I would entertain that thought in my life. The Federation has withstood the test of its mettle against all challengers and prevailed. Now we have been put back on her heel by an impossible foe.
“It is good to fight a strong opponent, only then can we grow stronger.” Lonah frowns sadly. “Only this foe has no intentions of letting us survive to do so. They aim to destroy us all. A wise move on their part, but when one is the victim of their aggression one cannot truly appreciate their situation.” Lonah sets her jaw and faces the camera with a fierce look. “In the end, we fault bravely to preserve our way of life. Federation, Klingons, Romulans... I hope I will face the end with the people I call friends. Then together we can go to Sto-vo-kor as true warriors.”
The console signals her attention and she looks. “I'm entering the nebula now. The runabout computes will be link to my armor recording the mission as per Omega protocols. I am making a personal goal of mine to not die on this mission. I will return and stand with my fellow warriors when the end comes.”
The ship starts to shake.
[Log ends]
-Video Begins-
The ship camera's are recording information to MCPO PADD file. The nebula is a vivid mash of greens and whites. The currents are rocking the ship and camera systems fight to compensate. Time lapse continues till a shape begins to emerge from the haze: a space station [Federation Starbase 235, decommissioned]. There are no starships currently docked around the spacestation.
-Video Ends-
-Log Begins-
The runabout is full silent running. Power systems have switch completely to auxiliary leaving the craft coasting. Lonah continues to make adjusts to the console to ride the currents. “I did not expect this. A starbase in the middle of no where. A decommissioned starbase that has been declared destroyed several decades ago.” Lonah starts to smile, not pleasent, but expecting. “Seems I truly have a mystery on my hands.”
She continues to make course corrections. "With sensors offline I will have to get closer in order to survey the condition of the station. I wonder if some Ferangi merchant bought and put it out for some elicit purposes. Hah, are the Iconians stopping by for a round of Dabo? Lets find out..."
-Log Ends-
Video Begins
Static view of approach to the station from below. The lights are on but its hard to tell if its inhabited. The older structure has suffered light wear from the nebula but structural fields are holding strong. There is no activity outside the station what so ever. No one outside performing maintenance or checking the docking rings for function. Time elapses and the runabout is finishing its pass when a tractor beam ignites and locks hold.
Video Ends
Audio File Begins
Seems I have been discovered by the station crew. No greetings, no warnings, and no response to my hails. I have a feel that this is not the result of an automated system, someone wants to bring me aboard. Something about this crawls and I'm going to let them have the runabout.
But I'll be going EVA and enter the station on my own terms. If this turns out to be nothing but frighten people trying to hide from the Iconians, or at the very least, smugglers; good. I'll be fine with that. We shall see though.
Audio File Ends
[Runabout registers airlock cycle as it approach the spacestaion.]
Video File: Runabout]
The runabout is brought aboard and secured. Various small craft are in the bay and security personal approach with weapons drawn. Uniforms do not meet with current Starfleet database information. A doughy blonde appears and begins issuing orders to the runabout. After several attempts, someone approach the window and indicates that no one is inside.The blonde becomes agitated and begins issuing orders.
Security personal begin using their comms and leaving the shuttlebay area. Anothe team begins work on gaining access to the Runabout. The blonde kicks over a crate as she storms out of the shuttlebay area.
Video Ends
[Log Begins; first person view from MCPO armor cam]
Lonah is in a darken hallway. The area seems to be running on standby power, diverting it to nessacary areas. Tarps cover non vital systems indicating that the deck sees little in the way of use. Lonah is currently at a panel pulling and replacing isoliner chips. Her service PADD is connected tothe panel and running a program.
"I had little problem cracking the code to the airlock. In normal circumstances, a normal level security scan will find me out instantly. Hence, I am initiating Omega Trojan operation. A nasty little computer program that will begin subverting certain computer functions, like sensor, and render me invisibile. Once I learn the nature of the space station I will discontinue the program and erase it from the system. I don't want to alarm potential friendlies by making them think I'm trying to steal control of their station.
No doubt they have already began scanning for me when they discovered the runabout was empty. Plus, someone will be coming down here to check on their airlock." Lonah chuckles, "time to wait and see who comes looking for me."
[Log Ends]
Video Begins
Two men in civilian jumpsuits but armed with federation weapons approach the airlock. They appear nervous, not just looking forward, but also behind them. By the time they arrive the panel has been restored back in position and Lonah is no where to be seen. The two men talk before going into one of the rooms adjacent to the airlock. Time laspes five mintues. Neither men exit the room.
Video ends
[Log Starts]
MCPO armor cam is recording. One of the men is against the wall and nursing his chin. His weapon is gone. A quick turn of the head shows his companion laying on the floor, unconscious. Both phaser rifles lay against the far wall, where they were thrown.
Lonah speaks, her voice modulated by the armor, "Your hospitality has been lacking so far. Why are you on a reportedly destroyed spacestaion in the middle of nowhere?"
"I don't have to answer shit to you," the human says. He starts to get up, but is slammed back against the wall by a kick to the chest. He groans as he slides back up into a sitting position.
"Don't do that again." Lonah warns him. "Next time, I'll hit you harder."
The man scowls this time but remains seated,"you are dead woman. You don't have a clue who you are messing with."
"Enlighten me."
The man laughs, trying to make himself appear larger than he is while on the floor. "We're going to be the true heroes of this war. We the kind of people who don't worry about getting our hands dirty in order to win. Omega Force, you guys are a joke. Just pawns to be thrown away when its convient for us-" Lonah puts her foot against his head, pressing it against the side of the way. Judging by how the man is trying to stop her, she's applying force to it. "Okay, okay! Section 31, I work for Section 31!"
Lonah drops the foot and the man holds his head. "What is Section 31? Are they part of Starfleet Intelligence?"
"No, we're not. We work for ourselves outside Starfleet channels. That way we don't have to bother worry about bleeding hearts like you and your noble ideas of fair play and moral compasses." His eyes get wide as Lonah draws her dk' tahg.
"I play rough, human."
"You're Klingon?" The man is very nervous as Lonah flips the dagger around in her hand, to effect a meancing posture. "You can't be..."
"nuqneH. Thlhlngan SoH pejatlh." [Translastion: Hello. I'm speaking Klingon to you.] Leans in, appearing about to cut off his foot.
"Wait!" He curls against the wall tightly. "Section 31 is conducting a vital mission against the Iconians. I don't know what that is though. They are experimenting on wierd shit out here. They care constantly bringing in dead bodies for the scientists to work on. Human, alien, whatever species they can get their hands. If you want to know what they are up too, you're gonna have to go further up." He sneers, "and good luck with that. There are over a hundred security personnel here ready to kick your sorry ass."
"Then today is a good day to die, peTka." The dagger is gone and a zip tie is tossed in his lap. "Tie up your feet."
"I'll just scream for help..." A small roll of duck tap appears and Lonah loudly pulls a piece up. "Oh..."
[Log ends]
(to be continued)
Three months before the Iconian attack on Earth.
A series of log reports and video captures from Master Chief Petty Officer Lonah Demorrie, Team 32, Omega Force. Due to the controversial nature of the material, it has been classified to ranks to Commissioned Captains and up. Individuals mentioned in this report are still being sought after.
The subject matter contains sensitive imagery. Viewer discretion is advised.
Omega-Foxtrot-505-MCPO-Demorrie-Stardate: 83334.92
[Log Begins]
Lonah is seated in a runabout piloting the craft to a nebula off known quadrant maps. She is alone and armored up [Ref.: Terran Task Force]. She finally settles back once final preparations are done. "I have entered nebula 34550. An area only barely explored by Federation probes. Telemetry indicates I'll be in for a rough ride till I arrive at the coordinates. My mission is simple, several energy signatures in this area indicates an Iconnaian presence. Something seems to be drawing their attention and I am here to determine what. "
Lonah looks tired, even her Klingon stamina has been tested over the past few weeks. "I'm not happy about going on this mission. In “I'm not happy about going on this mission. In the early weeks of the war I would not have minded going on solo missions to thwart the Iconains and their allies. Now, with so few left, I think my efforts are best put on the front line to stem the tide of defeat.” Iconains and their allies. Now, with so few left, I think my efforts are best put on the front line to stem the tide of defeat." Lonah makes a sour face and spits. "Defeat, I never thought I would entertain that thought in my life. The Federation has withstood the test of its mettle against all challengers and prevailed. Now we have been put back on her heel by an impossible foe.
“It is good to fight a strong opponent, only then can we grow stronger.” Lonah frowns sadly. “Only this foe has no intentions of letting us survive to do so. They aim to destroy us all. A wise move on their part, but when one is the victim of their aggression one cannot truly appreciate their situation.” Lonah sets her jaw and faces the camera with a fierce look. “In the end, we fault bravely to preserve our way of life. Federation, Klingons, Romulans... I hope I will face the end with the people I call friends. Then together we can go to Sto-vo-kor as true warriors.”
The console signals her attention and she looks. “I'm entering the nebula now. The runabout computes will be link to my armor recording the mission as per Omega protocols. I am making a personal goal of mine to not die on this mission. I will return and stand with my fellow warriors when the end comes.”
The ship starts to shake.
[Log ends]
-Video Begins-
The ship camera's are recording information to MCPO PADD file. The nebula is a vivid mash of greens and whites. The currents are rocking the ship and camera systems fight to compensate. Time lapse continues till a shape begins to emerge from the haze: a space station [Federation Starbase 235, decommissioned]. There are no starships currently docked around the spacestation.
-Video Ends-
-Log Begins-
The runabout is full silent running. Power systems have switch completely to auxiliary leaving the craft coasting. Lonah continues to make adjusts to the console to ride the currents. “I did not expect this. A starbase in the middle of no where. A decommissioned starbase that has been declared destroyed several decades ago.” Lonah starts to smile, not pleasent, but expecting. “Seems I truly have a mystery on my hands.”
She continues to make course corrections. "With sensors offline I will have to get closer in order to survey the condition of the station. I wonder if some Ferangi merchant bought and put it out for some elicit purposes. Hah, are the Iconians stopping by for a round of Dabo? Lets find out..."
-Log Ends-
Video Begins
Static view of approach to the station from below. The lights are on but its hard to tell if its inhabited. The older structure has suffered light wear from the nebula but structural fields are holding strong. There is no activity outside the station what so ever. No one outside performing maintenance or checking the docking rings for function. Time elapses and the runabout is finishing its pass when a tractor beam ignites and locks hold.
Video Ends
Audio File Begins
Seems I have been discovered by the station crew. No greetings, no warnings, and no response to my hails. I have a feel that this is not the result of an automated system, someone wants to bring me aboard. Something about this crawls and I'm going to let them have the runabout.
But I'll be going EVA and enter the station on my own terms. If this turns out to be nothing but frighten people trying to hide from the Iconians, or at the very least, smugglers; good. I'll be fine with that. We shall see though.
Audio File Ends
[Runabout registers airlock cycle as it approach the spacestaion.]
Video File: Runabout]
The runabout is brought aboard and secured. Various small craft are in the bay and security personal approach with weapons drawn. Uniforms do not meet with current Starfleet database information. A doughy blonde appears and begins issuing orders to the runabout. After several attempts, someone approach the window and indicates that no one is inside.The blonde becomes agitated and begins issuing orders.
Security personal begin using their comms and leaving the shuttlebay area. Anothe team begins work on gaining access to the Runabout. The blonde kicks over a crate as she storms out of the shuttlebay area.
Video Ends
[Log Begins; first person view from MCPO armor cam]
Lonah is in a darken hallway. The area seems to be running on standby power, diverting it to nessacary areas. Tarps cover non vital systems indicating that the deck sees little in the way of use. Lonah is currently at a panel pulling and replacing isoliner chips. Her service PADD is connected tothe panel and running a program.
"I had little problem cracking the code to the airlock. In normal circumstances, a normal level security scan will find me out instantly. Hence, I am initiating Omega Trojan operation. A nasty little computer program that will begin subverting certain computer functions, like sensor, and render me invisibile. Once I learn the nature of the space station I will discontinue the program and erase it from the system. I don't want to alarm potential friendlies by making them think I'm trying to steal control of their station.
No doubt they have already began scanning for me when they discovered the runabout was empty. Plus, someone will be coming down here to check on their airlock." Lonah chuckles, "time to wait and see who comes looking for me."
[Log Ends]
Video Begins
Two men in civilian jumpsuits but armed with federation weapons approach the airlock. They appear nervous, not just looking forward, but also behind them. By the time they arrive the panel has been restored back in position and Lonah is no where to be seen. The two men talk before going into one of the rooms adjacent to the airlock. Time laspes five mintues. Neither men exit the room.
Video ends
[Log Starts]
MCPO armor cam is recording. One of the men is against the wall and nursing his chin. His weapon is gone. A quick turn of the head shows his companion laying on the floor, unconscious. Both phaser rifles lay against the far wall, where they were thrown.
Lonah speaks, her voice modulated by the armor, "Your hospitality has been lacking so far. Why are you on a reportedly destroyed spacestaion in the middle of nowhere?"
"I don't have to answer shit to you," the human says. He starts to get up, but is slammed back against the wall by a kick to the chest. He groans as he slides back up into a sitting position.
"Don't do that again." Lonah warns him. "Next time, I'll hit you harder."
The man scowls this time but remains seated,"you are dead woman. You don't have a clue who you are messing with."
"Enlighten me."
The man laughs, trying to make himself appear larger than he is while on the floor. "We're going to be the true heroes of this war. We the kind of people who don't worry about getting our hands dirty in order to win. Omega Force, you guys are a joke. Just pawns to be thrown away when its convient for us-" Lonah puts her foot against his head, pressing it against the side of the way. Judging by how the man is trying to stop her, she's applying force to it. "Okay, okay! Section 31, I work for Section 31!"
Lonah drops the foot and the man holds his head. "What is Section 31? Are they part of Starfleet Intelligence?"
"No, we're not. We work for ourselves outside Starfleet channels. That way we don't have to bother worry about bleeding hearts like you and your noble ideas of fair play and moral compasses." His eyes get wide as Lonah draws her dk' tahg.
"I play rough, human."
"You're Klingon?" The man is very nervous as Lonah flips the dagger around in her hand, to effect a meancing posture. "You can't be..."
"nuqneH. Thlhlngan SoH pejatlh." [Translastion: Hello. I'm speaking Klingon to you.] Leans in, appearing about to cut off his foot.
"Wait!" He curls against the wall tightly. "Section 31 is conducting a vital mission against the Iconians. I don't know what that is though. They are experimenting on wierd shit out here. They care constantly bringing in dead bodies for the scientists to work on. Human, alien, whatever species they can get their hands. If you want to know what they are up too, you're gonna have to go further up." He sneers, "and good luck with that. There are over a hundred security personnel here ready to kick your sorry ass."
"Then today is a good day to die, peTka." The dagger is gone and a zip tie is tossed in his lap. "Tie up your feet."
"I'll just scream for help..." A small roll of duck tap appears and Lonah loudly pulls a piece up. "Oh..."
[Log ends]
(to be continued)