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Post by DGM Soft Kitty on Aug 27, 2017 23:32:47 GMT -5
This thread will be for the battle prep as the Sentinel and her old ArchAngel task force ships heads in to support General Toran and the K'vada's KDF task force in the coming battle. Any creative dieas or pre battle set ups can be rp'd out here in this thread. Anything requiring a roll we will handle with forum PM's!
Enjoy!
-Kitty
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Post by Lt Cmdr Billie Jo Spencer MD on Aug 28, 2017 10:52:42 GMT -5
Billie stood at the the window of the observation deck, silently staring out into the void of space. Sick bay was as ready as they could be for the up coming battle. The harsh reality was there was no way to truly be ready. No amount of prepping equipment or rehearsing was ever really enough. In her four and a half years with the Sentinel, Billie Jo had been through this many times now and each battle brought with it own unique horrors.
Her mind flashed back to what was years ago, four years to be exact. She remembered a similar battle. That time it was a massive Borg invasion. It seems it is only the names that change. The Borg, the Iconians, the Tzenkethi, the Dark. There seemed an endless supply of existential threats. More than anything she remembered that feeling she had looking down at a fellow crew member. A person she was friends with. And, know there was nothing she could do for them. It was an empty hollow feeling. And it never got better no matter how many time you went through it.
This time it seemed worse. This time the enemy seemed unstoppable. Billie Jo lowered her head. And quietly listened for the guardians song. At times like this it brought her comfort.
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Post by Lt.jg Arisawa Chou-McFadden on Aug 28, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -5
Arisawa had alays been a proponent of a good offense. Part of it stemmed from numerous incidents in her life when the deflector arrays seemed to literally hate her and part of it was just that her mind immedietly went more in towards phasers, photon torpedos, and other destructive devices. So with that past in hand and some plans in mind she walked up to her commading officer.
The borg XO, was new to Arisawa, but the engineering 'Mustang' suspected that she loved her ship just as much as Arisawa had grown to love the beauty. "Ma'am we know there's a total limit of power we can put into the phaser arrays, but our torpedo reload speed and number of birds we can put into space could be improved somewhat. I know it's stretching the limits on some of the specs in the book, but you know the people who write the books hedge on the safety limits."
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Post by Lieutenant jg Denise Daniels on Aug 28, 2017 17:18:41 GMT -5
Denise snapped her head up some to listen to the older officer's suggestion....hmm rate of fire she thought. She looked over and up to Shantal.
"Might not hurt to look into..." She said. "Given we are bound to face multiple targets again ...and with Jon's propensity for strafing runs..."
"Hell..." She smirked. "We are going into battle with a whole race that lives for strafing runs..."
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Post by Captain Shantal Arnimane on Aug 28, 2017 17:38:29 GMT -5
-looks at them both- VRook, ju got 15 minutes to tweek dha fore torpedo tubes, and don't get to fancy. Scrappy, ju got dha same 15 minutes to tweek the cannon fire vrate, same deal. That vwill give us the max strafing potential vwe can manage. I'll be shunting power by powering down on non crit systems and others to low power.
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Post by Lt.jg Arisawa Chou-McFadden on Aug 29, 2017 8:10:25 GMT -5
Arisawa smiled at Scrappy and saluted Shantal smartly, "Aye ma'am. I'll get right on that!"
She moved quickly through her ship, her tall body sometimes banging here and there in small locations or corners she wasn't used to yet, but she got to the fore torpedo tubes and began working. Mentally she went through the specs in the book and then used her own experience and skill to determine just how much she could shave the numbers without actually damaging the Sentinel.
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Post by Lieutenant jg Denise Daniels on Aug 29, 2017 9:49:53 GMT -5
Scrappy smirked yet notd the time, she turned and patted Rook on the shoulder one motivated thump. With that she turned scooping up her tool kit and padd in one fluid motion and took off towards fire control. She moved with a purpose, already doing the calculations in her head. All around her shipmates darted to and fro in what to an untrained eye might look like a frenzy, yet each with a driven purpose. The cooridor's lighting accented by the flashing red alert signals.
She moved into fire control and dove under the panel as she began her adjustments as Veral's people hurriedly prepared for the looming battle as the Sentinel streaked towards fire once more.
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Ensign Sebetharen Adryan
Unassigned Officers
Delta Operations Team Leader
Application of skill determines worth, and karma.
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Post by Ensign Sebetharen Adryan on Aug 29, 2017 20:56:42 GMT -5
Seb stood in front of the assembled Delta teams, both of them. He eyed them for a moment before opening his mouth to speak.
"Normally the most senior NCO would give you this speech, but seeing as Chief Smith can only speak motivationally about his love for cheesecake and naps and we don't have a Senior Chief, I'm doing it as the XO."
He clasps his hands behind his back. "I've been considering for some time our duties here on the Sentinel. Our home. I've also been considering what it is a Delta does. My conclusion is that we've grown fat and lazy on all the ship defense we do. Do not misunderstand me, home is the most important thing to protect. However, that's why we have a Security department."
He starts pacing in front of the ranks. "That's not what Delta was created for. For you see, the best defense is a superior offense. Delta is that offense. Delta attacks. Delta does all the shit no sane person would volunteer for. And we do it with shit-eating grins. We are the sword arm of the Sentinel and we've been left to simply parry blows. Something inherent has been missing from our duties, and it was made clear during the last battle we had. The objectives that make us bleed green, that spark the fires of battle in our hearts and ultimately allow us to have fun the only way a Delta knows."
He stops in front of Team 2. "Our skill sets are unique, tailored to assault the enemy and deny them advance into our territory. We know espionage, sabotage, subterfuge, direct and indirect combat techniques, and perhaps even a little seduction in some troopers case. We will use it all, every tool we were prepared with and every piece of equipment in our arsenal to do that job today."
He paces again. "We will await and strike at targets of opportunity as they present themselves. We're going to leave it to our friends in yellow to protect our home, but our place is piercing the heart of the enemy."
He stops again between the two teams. "The Commander expects you all to be able to hear an objective and know how to execute its completion, and we both know you are more than capable of it. We all understand that as Delta our personal safety is not a priority, however we survive because we're the best. We're certainly better than the enemy. But should we be put in that situation where the odds aren't in our favor, the mission comes first. Failure isn't an option, the result is the destruction of our home and the loss of countless lives."
He scans his eyes across those gathered. "I won't wish you luck in the upcoming operation. You don't need it. You are Delta."
He unclasps his hands and folds them across his chest. "Now get back to fucking work."
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Aug 30, 2017 8:45:40 GMT -5
In the back of Engineering, an out-of-focus Victor Springfield could be seen pushing an anti-grav cart full of spare EPS shunts.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Aug 30, 2017 11:31:00 GMT -5
In the science department, one cyberized betazoid was sitting at her station, meditating for the upcoming battle. She had to steal her nerves because this would probably be important to the future of the whole new galaxy; no pressure or anything like that. She opens her eyes and started going through the data of the Sentinal previous battles with the Darkness that they were probably going to face. It attacked with strange creatures that could appear anywhere on the ship and engage with a ferocity that was unnerving. Casualties could be high. They knew a great deal about the creatures so she looks through the notes to divine the best way to destroy them before they could inflict damage to the crew. If not destroy them, than to stop completely. Someone had come up with a light beam solution and it appeared to work. She would have to send the Adagio a note thanking them later.
"Weaponized light versus weaponized darkness. Darkness is essentially an absence of light of any volume or intensity. Darkness is only measured by the lack of light, not the other way around. Otherwise, darkness only exists when light lets it." Philosophy before the battle, it took her mind off of the impending battle. "These monsters are made from a form of darkness manipulated to shape. If you use a form of light to attack that shape then you could probably disburse the creatures, or at least, slow them down. Since there will be a lot of them we'll need some sort of vector weapon to strike at them. Key it to their genetic structure, and bam, monsters go down."
Viruses were out because of the lack of time and ethics. A machine vector, on the other hand, might be more effective and easier to control. She quickly sent a message to the Captain, Xo, and C'son to let them know she had a defense to use against a boarding action. The defense would be in the form of nanites disbursed through out the ship and attacking a particular target, the creatures themselves. The machines would converge and infuse intense levels of light into the creatures. The idea is to break down, damage, or disburse the creatures as they appear and/or attack the ship. She could guarantee that the rest of the crew would be in no danger of the nanite Firefly; unless they have been composed of darkness themselves.
She was jumping the gun, she had to run a computer simulation to see if they would be effective in the first place. Time was not their friend right now. The first run results were probably going to be the only results she would get to adjust the Fireflies before they found themselves in battle.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Decia on Aug 31, 2017 14:49:52 GMT -5
Decia had caught his speech to the teams and smiled. She waited until he had finished before entering the room. She strode in wearing her armor, her stylized and special shield on her back, her new bracers and modifications to her armor gleaming and her choker's gem already beginning to glow fiercely. Her regal military presence almost seemed proceed her as she entered the area.
"Delta!" She called out waiting only half a moment for all heads to turn to her.
"QRT both teams this time!" She meet each of their gazes. "One One take your team to transporter room one and await deployment orders!"
"Two One take your team to transporter room 4 and do the same!"
"We support when needed....we await a vulnerability to strike offensively this time...we are the Sentinel's sword and we will not remain sheathed for long."
"No speeches...you know your jobs and have heard it all already...you are Delta."
"Team leaders move your people out...and fortune's favor to you all." She looked over to the medic "Dupree with me..."
As she passed Sebetheran. "I will be mobile tied into the bridge....be ready." Her emerald eyes held his only a moment, giving voice to things unsaid she had little time to say aloud.
"Let's go medic..." She then turned and headed down to the arms room with Dupree jogging just to keep up with her purposeful stride.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Therese Xylvarenn on Sept 1, 2017 6:36:08 GMT -5
Xylvarenn keeps singing to Syndra as she gently picks her up along with the blanket surrounding her and begins walking out of the messhall she had been in. It has windows, as such it is not the best place to be in a probably violent battle.
Walking to the quartermaster, trying to not be in the way as she threads the corridors sprawling with life in preparation, hoping the soft rocking of her motion helps the girl find sleep, or at least some peace. Reaching her destination she takes a pause in singing as she requests her rifle and some other equipment, including some food and water, torchlight, extra blankets and an extra comm badge for Syndra. All but the weapon and comm badge packed nicely in a satchel for easy handling.
Leaving the QM store she began walking towards her quarters and finding a new song to sing for the poor girl.
Her quarters unfortunately had windows so it was not exactly a safe place either, but there was something there she wanted before finding a more suitable spot.
Reaching her quarters she looks at the girl, checking how she is doing in more detail. taking a pause from singing once more.
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Post by PO1 Mitchel Endel on Sept 1, 2017 12:30:59 GMT -5
Endel sighed a long suffering sad sigh as he followed his team out into the corridor and down the hall. Spot tight on his heels with his little battle harness on, carrying excess supplies for the team.
What was the point, The Big Man thought....how would this ever be as fun as all of the other battles...his best friend was not here. He would not be beside Endel...shoulder to shoulder fighting off all these mean guys...just like they had always done before. Alt Endel always made enduring such fights fun, Endel thought...
Sure, he wasn't the best at fighting nor the best shot...but like he always hit more bad guys than Temple did...he did not eat as much as Grant did...he never talked about doilies and interior design and his feelings as much as Carol...he was not as insecure or as needy as Mattox was...even Blaze the new guy was newer than his best buddy...and he did not pull trains as well as Candy...however one really pulls such heavy things...
Sure he wasn't a big lizard guy like Gris and he did not like to blow up things as much as little Duffy...or drink as much as Pinter the Pint Man...he could be grumpy but never as grumpy as Mr RyanAdryan, but who could be?...and no one was better at being a Delta than DeciAegis ... how was he supposed to be better than that....sure he was no medic like whatishisname...but that guy was not really a good medic anyways....or is the medic a lady? Who knows...
But DARN IT, Endel thought.....Alt Endel is my best friend...
and like best friends make everything BETTER!!!
Endel sighed and muttered "WOE IS ME....WHAT IS THE POINT.....AND WHY DOES IT HAVE A POINT?"
"IT MIGHT PUT OUT SOMEONE'S EYE IF WE TRY AND RUN WITH IT?"
Endel moaned inwardly...
...he missed his friend...killing bad guys would just not be the same with out his bestest best buddy, right beside of him.
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Post by PO1 K'rika on Sept 1, 2017 12:50:11 GMT -5
K'Rika helped Maddie set up the last triage station for Sickbay and remained kneeling next to the last empty box. She could sense and almost hear the vast abyss of darkness they were streaking through the stars towards. She could almost feel the deep dark cold growing around her heart. Syndra's words had cut deeply almost rattled her faith in herself. She had known even back when she had been chosen by her people, just what they had the potential to become...what she herself was to be...but to hear and feel the young girl's reaction to seeing her...to feel what she was feeling right now...allowed doubt to sink in...almost reaching her heart...
It was then she remembered two things...her promise to the guardian...the light that watched over the Sentinel...and the words of her beloved guardian, the woman though she had been asked not to call her such...the woman K'Rika had grown to love as her mother...
Billie Jo had told her to her fac, that she was no monster...that she was not capable of being such...K'Rika took a deep breath and embraced her mother's faith in her, and felt her own heart surge with the power to rekindle her own faith in herself. She would be this day for her family aboard the Sentinel a healer of life...not a destroyer of life...today she would ease suffering and fend off certain death...
This day she would ease suffering ...not be the cause of it....
She was doing this for herself most importantly...but she knew in her heart she was also doing this for Billie Jo...to make her proud.
It is all K'Rika wished to do for the coming fight, she would make her mother proud of her...
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Ensign Sebetharen Adryan
Unassigned Officers
Delta Operations Team Leader
Application of skill determines worth, and karma.
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Post by Ensign Sebetharen Adryan on Sept 1, 2017 17:42:07 GMT -5
He nodded putting on his helmet.
"Understood. Let's try not to do anything overly reckless today. I'm ill at ease."
A thought occurred to him. He turned to his team. "You guys know what to do. I'll meet you in the transporter room shortly."
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