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Post by DGM Soft Kitty on Sept 29, 2018 15:41:58 GMT -5
[DGM NOTE - Due to Lonah's time table and a recovering Kitty, I am setting the stage for an early start on Sunday with this thread! and as such this can continue to be used after the event as we head into Kitty's Spooky Month! So here we go! If I've missed someone else who went down do please post weathering out the storm ... which will continue even through the events on Sunday. Use this thread for the away team and ship board personnel as well - Kitty ]
The white storm raged outside the half buried in ice/ half fossilized doors leading into the mountain entrance of the ancient forgotten bunker. Wind carried slivers of ice that stung the skin and wisps of snow and ice over the glacier like floor of the small alcove like valley. The twin forms of the two Federation shuttles from vastly different eras of time bore the brunt of the blizzard's fury. The Tesla, an old Class F shuttlecraft from a long retired Constitution class USS Necessity lay half buried in the mountain ice, while beside her the recently arrived and much larger Valkyrie Class shuttle Tachi sat. Both craft provided the necessary shelter from the storm to the away teams from the Sentinel. Shantal and others from the initial away team stayed warm in the now powered shelter of the Tesla, the odd ambience of the mid 23rd century around them as the security officers with Mr Morten and half of Delta Team One, rotated every 2 hours in from the icy cold...Only Endel and Decia refused to be relieved from standing watch in the Blizzard to hold the perimeter from any future attacks from Mister Diamond's Operatives.
Currently Scrappy had joined the crew on the Tesla after the Tachi had landed to help with the restoration of the Tesla's main systems.
Aboard the Tachi, Jon and Alice secured their shuttle as Val and the science team led by Ynera double checked their sensors and equipment, adjusting for the effects of the Blizzard that did not seem to want to abide just yet. Working with Val and her team was Sadcat and his DCT consisting of Kguy, Haas and Harker.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Decia on Sept 29, 2018 15:51:06 GMT -5
Decia stood in the central position, after she finished making her rounds to the members of her Delta team's dug in defensive positions arrayed around the landing site near the ancient bunker doors. For the last several hours now since the arrival of the Tachi to reinforce the initial away team's position she had stood a tireless watch. She ensured a steady rotation of her and Varel's people in and out of the dug in positions, making sure to rotate them every two hours. She had allowed Endel to remain in his position as he was...special. Not to mention he had his own private heating source with his ever present partner Spot.
After each round she positioned herself in a highly visible position, not only making sure each of her people could see her, but ensuring at any making an attempt to approach the site would see her as well. A silent sentinel bracing the storm. Her eyes endlessly sweeping the white icy landscape ever vigilant for any follow up attack. The sharp pain in her side, kept her focused and hyper aware as she maintained her watch. She knew they had surprised the Dark's servants and Diamond's operatives by their presence here, they were caught off guard and ill prepared. Next time, Decia knew they would come better prepared...
...and she was going to be ready.
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Post by Cmdr Alice Cameron on Sept 29, 2018 15:58:18 GMT -5
Alice lounged some in the Tachi's co-pilot seat as she ran the numbers on the data concerning the blizzard that raged about them, running a double check with Derek who had her post on the Alpha watch while she was on the away mission. She had been trying to focus as much as she could to try and distract herself from just what might await her inside that bunker. The fact that the shuttle outside was tied to him....the Director and the early days of the Project created for Alicia...the very project that had given birth to a host of generations of the Alice iteration...
...that had given birth to her.
She sighed some, having now noticed she had lost the battle to distract herself yet she had also just confirmed the Data on the storm and just how long it was gonna be here with them. She looked over her shoulder for Jon to give him the update.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Sept 29, 2018 19:51:29 GMT -5
Jon looks over at Alice with a small smile.
"Doing alright there, Commander?"
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Post by Cmdr Alice Cameron on Sept 29, 2018 20:31:38 GMT -5
Alice clicks her tongue some and waved her PADD at him, sitting up on the co-pilot seat. "Yeah..I am..the storm out there is misbehaving..."
She hands him the PADD to show him the projections "Derek just confirmed the numbers...."
"As you can see the blizzard is gonna be with us for another day or so..." She smirked some. "No more in strength than one of your hometown Nor'easters..."
"But it's gonna make visibility difficult out there for us and the Delta and Security boys and girls..."
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Sept 29, 2018 20:40:34 GMT -5
"You know, I used to get excited at the prospect of snow. I'm sure Delta can handle whatever it throws at them, though, and then some."
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Post by Lt Cmdr Billie Jo Spencer MD on Sept 30, 2018 5:37:09 GMT -5
Meanwhile in a stationary orbit above the raging storm...
Billie Jo cradled her mug of tea in her hands as she stared absently out the view port in the mess hall located on deck two of the USS Sentinel. The warmth from the Chamomile tea was relaxing and only helped to intensify her feeling of disassociation. There was a low murmur coming from behind her as the small crowd in the mess hall talked amongst themselves that blended with the rest of the ambient noises in her environment. She seemed unaware of all of it as she took a quick sip from the mug.
She stared out the window in the direction of the desolate planet below. But, her attention was not on the planet. Instead she focus on the profound implications of what they had discovered on the planet below. This planet, for want of a better analogy was the birth place of Project Salvation.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Sept 30, 2018 8:10:22 GMT -5
After making sure that Elusive was properly dressed for the snowy weather, Val went to work with Ynera and the rest of the team. She wishes desperately that the snowstorm would abate so they could enter the bunker. Learning that a member of the UNITY race was inside piqued her curiosity and made her anxious to go inside. She checks with the Monitor to see if the portal system in the bunker could be a viable option to leave the shuttles and go inside. After all, weathering out bad weather in a bunker could be better than inside the shuttles. On the other hand, they were safe for the time being with the shuttles. Once she got word from the Monitor she will bring it up to everyone. For the moment she continues adjusting the sensors to combat the effects of the Ion snowstorm. They already had a very close call with Diamonds operatives and she held no doubts that it was not over just yet. After all, they came all this way looking for the Doctor that help with Operation Salvation in the first place. It was kinda of scary to think that that man was here lurking in some form or another. It would be interesting to see what they could learn about his latest misadventures once they got inside.
"Ugh, hurry up snowstorm. There are things that need to be done inside!"
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Post by Cmdr Marcus Blaine on Sept 30, 2018 14:47:43 GMT -5
On the bridge of the Sentinel Varel was maintaining her vigil, her eyes darting across her console as she kept the various reports and information that had been sent to her station as the teams below weathered the storm. She’d found it most disagreeable that she had not been included in the teams to the surface for the duration of this period, but it was a logical choice nonetheless; she had been seen to by Doctor Spencer, but her wound was only freshly healed. She needed the few hours this would afford her in order to ensure that her muscles would work correctly when she went down after the storm had ceased.
She drew in a deep breath, holding it for a few moments before releasing it slowly as she tried to maintain her focus. There was little point to wishing she were on the surface after all; Lieutenant Morten was more than capable of leading the security teams in her absence, and had done so on repeated occasions. It was illogical to have such an elevated level of concern, and yet…
Varel took in another meditative breath and buried herself in her reports and scans. Only several more hours to go.
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Recovery One
Unassigned Officers
Starfleet Recovery / Intervention Asset
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Post by Recovery One on Oct 1, 2018 11:49:39 GMT -5
After the events on Sept. 30...
Romeo had the lips on the dead warriors' corpse pulled back and he was examining her teeth. "I wonder what these things eat..." he looks away and releases the head, it falls back and hits the ground with a heavy thud. "Wait. Why do I care?" He walks to the edge of the open airlock and sits down at the edge. "Black's rubbed off on me too much." He pauses and thinks of their situation. "Hope they're okay..."
He touches the edge of his neck guard, now drastically bent. "...because someone needs to fix this."
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Oct 1, 2018 13:19:38 GMT -5
Jon is sound asleep in his biobed, his body relenting to the fatigue of his injuries and allowing a lengthy period of rest and restoration.
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Post by Lieutenant Veeri Relidia on Oct 1, 2018 14:19:33 GMT -5
Veeri, now relieved, gave the corpse of the travynei on the bridge a good kick, feeling the need to take out a bit of her frustration, then headed to the turbolift. Eventually, she made her way into sickbay, looking around and hoping that the situation is calm enough for her to be able to visit with the Camerons.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Billie Jo Spencer MD on Oct 1, 2018 22:58:19 GMT -5
This takes place sometime after the events of the Sept. 30th Sentinel event. in case it is not clear.
Billie Jo was exhausted, yet she could not sleep. She knelt in her dimly lit room before the tiny little alter that Shantal Arnimane had prepared for her years ago. It occurred to her that she had prayed in a long time. Now seemed like a good time as both Jonathan Cameron and Joyaus Dalun were both still listed in critical condition. They were not the only crew that suffered serious injuries. There was Val Stingray. She was also listed in critical condition. But, to be honest Billie Jo was uncertain what condition the young recovered Borg was in. Certainly, her Borg nanites were working overtime to repair the damage. It was unclear how well that was going. The next twenty-four hours would likely reveal that. She considered all three close friends. For the time being she had done all she could for each of them, and, now their fates seemed to be out of her hands. The last thing she wanted was to add one more name to the ever growing list of friends and loved ones they have lost. So for want of anything more productive she prayed. She reached down and lit the small candle.
Still, she could not get the Director's words out of her head, “Forgive yourself, child. Lest you remain forever in that dying past.” he had told her. She tried to explain that forgiveness was not so easy to achieve. The memories of what she participated in were troubling enough. Even more troubling were the blanks spots that still existed. What knew sins would she learn about. It was easy enough to blame all of it on the Administrator and Diamond. And, certainly, their manipulations were a big part of it. But, she had to face the fact that they were only able to manipulate her so easily because she was weak. Because of that weakness person she cared about suffered and died. She was pretty sure that there would be no absolution for her. Not anytime soon anyway.
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Post by Cmdr Alice Cameron on Oct 2, 2018 14:46:59 GMT -5
Alice, still in her tactical cold war gear, though having shucked her parka, sits by Jon's side. Her hand holding his, quietly and unmoving as she keeps her vigil over him. Knowing he was still critical and according to his doctors was still not yet stabilized. Her heart was tight in her chest...soft tears in her eyes still...
"Please..." She whispers ever now and again. "Please...don't leave me Jon..."
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Oct 2, 2018 15:26:15 GMT -5
Jon weakly squeezes her hand as he sleeps, softly murmuring her name in the midst of a dream.
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