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USS Eagle, NCC 9561

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Chief Engineer's Log.

Stardate 0207.02. The Eagle is still in orbit of Romulus or ch'Rihan as the Rihannsu people call it. All systems are functioning normally with the exception of the sub mode system. We are having a problem with the projectors overheating. My staff and I have been working around the clock to keep the system going but it was never designed to operate this long. We are going to try and route the system to the lateral sensor arrays so we can go in and allow the projectors attached to the shield emitters to be repaired and reanizalized.

There is no way to know if it will work or not but we have to try. We cant shut down the sub mode system until we return to federation space. If it fails, it could cause a war between the Rihannsu's and the Federation. One way or another, I am going to recommend that we leave orbit as quickly as possible.

End Log.
Lieutenant Commander Lance Bass
Chief Engineer/Second Officer
Next post by Lance

Operations Log, Stardate 020703:

The trip back to Federation Space went better than we could hope. Only one patrol ship came near to approaching us, and even that was at maxmimum sensor range. The Romulan commander, Commodore Fyrstk's cousin, supplied us with coding for his family's shipping line, so we were able to disguise ourselves as a Romulan freighter. I guess the Commodore's family nameis fairly prominent because we weren't even second guessed.

We were able to make a slip-stream jump across the Neutral Zone, which left just a fleeting image of a possible ship in Romulan space. THe warbird that had been patroling that sector of the Zone dismissed it as sensor malfunction of the listening bouy.

Personal Log, Ensign Roman Haas, 020703

I am quite relieved to be back in Federation Space. I did get a chance to visit Romulus while we were there. Being Rigelian, I was able to transport down and move fairly freely among the people. It is a beautiful planet. And to see the common people, you wouldn't think you were on any different world than you would find in the Federation (with the exception of how the people there feel about the Federation). It is my personal hope, that someday the Unification that Ambassador Spock has been a part of comes to be.
 Operations log - Stardate 020710:
       Reporting from the OPS station aboard the shuttle, Falcon, Commander Dak and I have been ordered to the shuttle to become the eyes and ears of the Eagle.  The sensors were down due to damage we had taken on by prolonged use of the sub-mode and being fired on by the Romlan ships.  We had ben ordered to investigate the sudden silence of a space platform.
       The platform is suppoed to be defensless.  Set up out here for collection of the space gasses in this area for study, Starfleet didn't feel the need to  put anything more then lowlevel sheilding on the station.  That now does not seem to be true.
       The station fired a massive particle beam at the ship which cuaght us off guard and sent the ship rolling.  That's when the last of the sensor blanked out on us.  The engineering crew is doing it's best to get the ship back in shape.


Ensign Roman Haas
Operations officer
Next post by Roman
Chief Engineer's Log:

      Stardate 0207.05.  The Eagle has safely made it back to the federation space.  I guess the old saying is true, it pays to have friends in high places, or in Fleet Commodore Fyrstk's case, Family.

      Repairs are continuing to the Eagle as we speak.  We have shoren up the buckling in the secondary hull and the sub mode system will be out of comission for the next two weeks or so.  Most of the projecters connected to the shield emitters are badly damaged and will have to be replaced.

      The Eagle is also operationing at about 45% of it's normal sensor capasity.  Using the lateral sensors to project the image of the romulan freighter burned out over half of the sensor modules.    I have already contacted Starfleet and replacement moduals will be waiting for us to pick up at Earth Station McKinnely.  There is still no word yet on if the ship and crew will get some down time at Earth or not but everyone is hoping they will, Especialy my engineering staff.  One way or another, we will get the Eagle back up to operation specs.

End Log

NOTE: Hey fokes, this personal log takes place during this last sim.  Lance is in an EVA suit working with his engineering teams to repair the lateral sensors. This is right before and during when the Falcon detected the weapons lock on.
Chief Engineer's Personal Log.

      Stardate 0207.10. By the Gods, I hate EVA's.  I remember back at the Academy, in my third year, I had a three week course in this crap.  I didn't like it then, and I sure as heck don't like it now.  Erik should be out doing this crap.  He loves to do EVAs.

      I really shouldn't even be out here.  I should be on the bridge filling in for Tarion while he is off on the away mission.  I could be running the repairs from the bridge engineering station.  BUT NO, I am out here.  If we didn't need these sensors back on line like now and we weren't in a combat situation, I wouldn't be doing this.  But I refuse to make my engineering crew do something I wouldn't do. 

      I suppose it could be worse, we could be fighting the Borg and I got a better repair site then most of the crews.  I decided to take the forward sensor patch.  That way I can keep an eye out on both sets of repair crews on the sides of the ship.  And I have to admit, the view is amazing.  I wish my Imzadi could see it. 

      I cant wait to tell Michael about all the missions we been on lately.  I haven't had a chance to write him in a little while and I am sure he is wondering what the hell is going on.  I am will contact him right after this missi.....

      OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!  BASS TO ALL EVA TEAMS, BRACE FOR IMPAC..........

: SIGNAL DISRUPTED:

Lieutenant Commander Lance Bass
Chief Engineer/Second Officer
Chief Engineer's Log (sort of) Stardate 020818

      Lieutenant Commander Lance Bass lay where he was transported.  On the Eagle primary bio bed in the surgery bay.  Lance had been leading an away mission to investigate a derelict ship when he and all the other Betazoids onboard started to be effected by some sort of telepathic signal. Lance, do to a mishap during his birth, was strong enough to block out the signal but others weren't so lucky.  The ships counselor was under great pain from the signal.  

      But Lance had been able to locate the signal and neutralize it, but not before it weakened Lance.  Now as Doctor O'Neel and her staff worked to stabilize him, In his mind, Lance woke up to found himself in a strangely familiar place.  On the bridge of a Starship.

      Lance sat up from his position in front of the view screen and looked around the old style bridge.  Rubbing his head he asked out loud, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm Where am I?"  But no one answered Lance's question, he was alone on the bridge. 

      Standing up and feeling just a little bit wobbly, Lance tapped his commbadge and said, "Bass to Eagle."

      Getting no reply, Lance tried again, "Bass to Eagle, Come in Eagle, This is Lt. Commander Lance Bass to the Federation Starship Eagle, Come in please."

      Again Lance got no answer.  "What the Hell is going on," he shouted.

      Just then the captain's seat, which had been facing away from him, turned slowly towards him.  Sitting in that seat was a woman he had not seen in a long time.  A woman who looked like she belonged in that chair.  A woman, that had been dead for years.  That woman, dressed in an old style uniform spoke with a voice Lance had not heard sense he was 14.  "Welcome home my son."

      Lance's body froze. It was impossible, it couldn't be he said to himself even as he asked? "MOM????"
:TBC:
Lieutenant Commander Lance Bass
Chief Engineer/Second Officer
Next post by Lance
Operation's Log, Stardate 020821:

       I had transported over to the derelict ship with Lt. Commander B-bass and Ensign Wrongway.  I-in our explorations of the ship, we found a cabin which house two rows of cryo-chambers, in a vee shape, pointing to a single raised cryo chamber.
       Our sc-scans of the rows of chambers found that they had failed in their operation and the occupants were l-long dead.  The only surviving chamber w-was the raised one.  The occupant of that chamber was giving off psionic emanations th-that were effecting all the Betazoid occupants of the Eagle.
       Commander B-Bass had called for a psi-sup-pressant which we administered thru the chamber life support.  It gave immediate relief, but also rendered Commander Bass unconscious.  I-I called for an emergency beam-out of the commander then continued my sc-scans of the chamber.
       My readings revealed a felinoid female in stasis.  My scans also tr-triggered a revival cycle of the chamber.  The female was revived and she turned out to be a queen of a race from the Tabbi Empire.  I had the m-misfortune of telling her, her subjects(?) were all deceased.
Ensign Roman Haas
Operations Officer

Personal Log - Ensign Roman Haas:
       I feel so sorry for her.  She is the queen of an apparently long-gone race.  I can't imagine what it would be l-like to suddenly wake up and find I'm the only Rigellian left in the universe.  Who knows how long they have been gone.
       Once w-we make sure she is taken care of and fed properly, We  will begin to look into the mystery of her ship and her peoples.  This is why I-I joined Starfleet.  The discovery.  I can't wait to a-analyze all the data and f-find an answer to all this. 
Next post by Roman
Chief Engineer's Log (sort of):
      The woman simply nodded and looked her son up and down, taking in all that he had become.  "It is me my big little man."  Celeste Weese Bass then stood up and walked around to the front of the bridge where Lance was still standing, unable to move from the shock of see his mother again?

      Celeste reached out a hand and rubbed her oldest son's cheek, "Oh how you have grown.  Your the spitting image of your father when he was your age."

      Lance's legs finally seemed to work and he pulled back away from his long dead mother.  "This cant be happening, YOUR DEAD!!!  YOU DIED AT WOLF 359!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

      "Yes, my son," replied his mom with great sadness, "I died at Wolf 359, what you see now is a part of me that has always been with you, protecting you, helping you."

      "This is impossible, I have to be dreaming."

      Celeste laughs at that and Lance looks at the image of his mother, "Whats so damn funny."

      "Oh its nothing Lance," replied his mother, "I was just thinking how you were always a skeptic.  Your brother now, he was a dreamer, he would believe anything anyone told him.  I remember that time you told him that there were monsters in the replicator that would eat him if he got to close.  It took me 3 weeks to prove to him that there were no monsters in there."

      "Why am I here?" asked Lance.  "Why am I talking to you on the bridge of the Melbourne?"

      His mother stepped closer to him and gently put her hand on his.  "You have always wondered what happened on that fateful day, you have wondered if there was anything different you could have done to save me.  To answer you questions, I will take you back my son.  Back to the finial hours of our home."

      And with that, a bright light shown and Lance felt himself being pulled somewhere, but to where, he did not know.

      Lieutenant Commander Lance Bass found himself again on the bridge of the Melbourne.  The only difference this time was that instead of an empty quiet place, this time it was full of people in old style uniforms manning key stations.  Lance also found that he was no longer standing at the front of the bridge, he was standing at the back of the bridge.  Near the master situation panel. 

      Lance looked down into the command well of the ship and saw his mother, sitting in the captain's seat as if it were made for her.  ~And it was,~ thought lance to himself as he watched his mom read a padd.  She had a slight smile on her face, the kind she always got when she got a letter from there father, or where playing with her boys.

      Seeing his mother smile brought back more memories that Lance had thought he had forgotten.  A surprise party for him and Erik, Actually cooking a mothers day breakfast for his mother, Erik and him, playfully filling her Readyroom with balloons. 

      Lance was deep in memory lane when he saw a man in his mid 30's approach the captain's seat.  In a deep voice he said, "You look happy, must either be a letter from Justin or a letter from the twins."

      "A letter from the twins Al," replied Celeste, "I just got it today."

      The man who Lance vaguely remembered smiled at his mother and asked, "So, how are my favorite little rascals doing?  They keeping out of trouble with your Mother-in-law?"

      "Yes, they are doing just fine.  Their Grandma took them swimming at Lake Cataria.  They had a blast.  Lance says they saw the perfect house for the us right on Lake Cataria.  They say they miss me and they cant wait to show me the house they want."

      "I still can't believe your resigning your commission and moving to Betazed."

      "Its the best thing for the boys Al, you know that," replied Celeste, "they have been roaming with me all their lives. They have never stayed in one place very long.  Its hard for them to make any friends. They need a real home.  And I cant provide them that while I am commanding the Melbourne."

      "I know that Captain, I will still miss you."

      "I will miss you too Al," replied lances mom as an officer at the communications station spoke up, "Captain Bass?  Incoming priority one transmission from Starfleet Command. Its Admiral Hanson."

      "I'll take it in my ready room, Commander, you have the bridge," and Captain Celeste Weese-Bass got up and walked into her ready room.   
     
      Lance was about to follow her when another bright light came out of no whereas and he again found himself somewhere or somewhen else.
:TBC:

 Lieutenant Commander Lance Bass
Chief Engineer/Second Officer
USS Eagle, NCC-9561
Next post by Lance
USS Eagle Engineering Log,

      Stardate 0208.21. Lieutenant Jeff Dawson Recording.  All ships systems operating within normal perimeters. Replacement of the submode image projectors have been completed.  While the Eagle is investigating the derelict we found, Lieutenant Commander Bass has ordered a complete diagnostic of our warp and slipstream drive systems.  The diagnostics are underway now and so far, everything looks all right.  We have detected a minor fluctuation in the starboard nacelle but we think we have located the cause of it.  A minor defect in on of the warp coils.  I have already ordered a team into the nacelle to check and to make repairs.  Hopefully it will be a repair we can make.  I don't think the Commodore would be to happy about returning to Starbase because the people at Utopia planitna screwed up.

END LOG

Lieutenant Jeff Dawson
Assistant Engineer
Next post by Jeff
OP'S LOG: Stardate 020828
       Exploring this ship has been fantastic.  I-it makes me wonder just how o-old this ship really is.  T restore power to the auxilary power grid, we had to fire up a gasoline (i-is what Jeff, I mean Lt. Dawson called it) generator.  I have been able to download all the information their computer had stored in it.
       Th-the computer system was qu-quite old.  The PADD easily accepted the information with room to spare. 
       Th-the funy thing is, their st-storage media was almost full
Ensign Roman Haas
Operations Officer
Next post by Roman
Chief Engineer's Log.

     Stardate 0210.02.  The Eagle is currently on course for the Spacula sector to become a peacekeeping force in the sector.  I have my concerns about the ability of one federation starship to being a peacekeeping force in an entire sector.  I am also concerned with the possibilities of facing what is left of the Spacula Empire Armada.  

     Their ships are modeled after the Federation Excelsior class starship and has the armament to match.  In a fair fight against a standard Intrepid class starship, Both ships would be equal in firepower but the Intrepid is faster and more maneuverable.  But the Eagle isn't a standard Intrepid class starship.  With the Ablative Hull Armor Generators, we can handle up to two, possibly three Excelsior class starships on our own.  

     I think I may have come up with a way to boost the power of the phasers.  I am going to try activating the Quantum Slip Stream Drive and instead of sending the energy to the nacelles, I am going to try sending it to the Phaser Banks.  We are working on the simulations right now but every test ends up with us overloading the phaser emitters.  I need to find a way to either increase the power input the phasers can handle or find a way to step down the power to something a little less explosive to the phaser emitters.  Its worth a shot.  And I figure this ship is going to need all the firepower it can get if we meet up with one of the former Armada ships.

End Log.
Chief Engineer's Personal Log

     Stardate 0210.02.  The pain gets worse every day.  My concentration is at an all time low.  I just keep thinking of how alone I am now.  I have never felt so alone.  I have always had the feeling of my brother.  Even when we were in different quadrant, I could still feel it.  Now its gone and I feel so empty.  And I have been having trouble sleeping.  This would be the 3rd night I haven't been able to sleep.  I don't know how long my body can keep this up.  I guess my problem is that the last time I slept, I saw my brother's broken dying body on the wreaked hull of the Wyld Foxx A.  :sighs: I don't know what I am going to do.

End Log.
Lieutenant Commander Lance Bass
Chief Engineer/Second Officer
USS Eagle, NCC-9561
Next post by Lance
Personal Log, Ian Resork:
well here i am on this ship. i find myself looking to the stars everyother moment. have i left some part of me out there? i remember on rhy'din looking up everynight wondering what was out there. then i was out there wondering the same thing. then i went out there by myself traveled all over found new technologies that i promised not to reveal till my friends were close to discovering it themselves. i traveled far and deep meeting and learning about different cultures different personalities. i find myself looking out to the past wondering if theres something different i could have done at any part of my life and looking forward to tomorrows yet to come looking at the decisions im going to make looking to where they will take me.
now this ship is going to meet the spacula, heh spatula is more like it. there empire so great fell cause of one ruler and was not able to keep his spending in order. their ships were his idea. overpriced P.O.S.'s. now we are sent to help keep the peace. he he he. there is almost ten factions trying to gain control of the former "empire" phe. im making this vow i will only intervene when asked. i know i know ive made this vow everyday but its on the needs repeating. ::END LOG::

::puts down his PADD::stares out the window:: if only..... if only.....
Submitted by, Ian REsork, M.D., Assistant Medical Officer
 Next post by Ian
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     Lieutenant Jeff Dawson sat at the EPS power grid console in main engineering.  He had been working with Lieutenant Commander Lance Bass on trying to boost the phaser array output without destroying the phaser banks.  He had finally managed to convince Lance go call it a night and get some sleep.  Now Jeff worked alone on Lance's calculations getting ready to call it a night himself.

     "Computer, Open Assistant Engineer's log."

     "Log opened," replied the computer.

 Assistant Engineer's Log.  Stardate 0210.03:
Ships status is normal.  I have been assisting Commander Bass in readying the ship for any encounters in the Spacula sector."  

     Jeff paused for just a second then continued, "Commander Bass's idea to transfer the slip stream drive energy to the phaser banks is brilliant, but we are having problems with the actual application.  Every simulation we runs ends with the emitters overloading.  I think we may be going in the wrong direction here.  Instead of trying to send this energy to the weapons systems, what about sending the energy to the shields?  They should be able to handle the extra energy."

     "It is something I am going to bring up with the Chief.  End Log," ordered Jeff as he grabbed his padds and got up and headed out the door on his way to his quarters, ready to hit the sack.

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Lieutenant Jeff Dawson
Assistant Engineer
USS Eagle, NCC-9561
Next post by Jeff
Operations Log, Stardate 021004:

We are less than 4 hours away from the Spacula Sector. I have downloaded all the information Starfleet had on the region and some that recent probes, which had been placed near the border, had recently picked up. I've sent all this information to Ambassador Koebera's packet so that when he and Aaron (Ensign Cromwell) get their office set up, the information will be waiting for them.

I am hoping this will be a quiet mission, but with the information the probes have been able to get, I really don't see it as such. Th0there have been five minor skirmishes registered since the probes have been put in place. If any g-good news can be taken from this it is that the former Spaculan Armada seems to be operating at the same power levels as when the empire b=broke up. Meaning there haven't been any improvements to the ships.

I-I am forwarding this information to the captain, Ambassador and the Cch-chief Engineer.

End Duty Log
Personal Log 021004

W-when are they finally going to say, "Eagle. You guys deserve a rest?" I mean, here we have a CO and a chief engineer who both have loved one MIA, a-and they send us into a potentially hot situation. If things go sour here, Lt. Commander R-roxx is really going to have his hands full. Lt. Commander Bass is on the verge of breaking now.

I-I guess I should mind to my own duties and let the captain and counselor worry about the crew, but I really l-like this ship and don't want to see something bad happen because we were t-too frazzled and screwed up.

End Log

Ensign Roman Haas
Operations officer
USS Eagle, NCC 9561

Next post by Roman
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      Lieutenant Commander Lance Bass sighed to himself as he sat in his recliner looking at his bed. He had already done all his log entries, had gotten his paper work in order. And his assistant, Lieutenant Jeff Dawson had banded him from working for the next 8 hours. Lance couldn't help but smile a little at the memory of Jeff kicking him out of his own engine room. Jeff was learning from his time on the Eagle and would easily stand up to Lance if he felt he was right.
     Lance sighed to himself once more as he realized he was just trying to delay the inevitable. He hadn't slept in over 2 days, not sense he dreamed he saw he brother's broken, twisted body, in the burned out wreak of the Wyld Foxx. He knew his body couldn't last too much longer without sleep but yet he was afraid of what he may see again.
     Getting out of his chair he said to himself, "Enough stalling Commander, get your sorry Arse in to that bed NOW!!!" Lance quietly went into his bed room and climbed into bed. Pulling the covers up to his neck he said, "Computer, Lights out."
     And as the computer cut the lights, Lance's basically died. His body was so tired, he feel asleep almost instantly.
     And soon after he closed his eyes, he was in another place. A place that seemed alien to him, yet the same. And in this place, facing him with a look of shock was his brother. "Erik??????" Erik looked at his brother with shock before asking, "Lance....Is that really you?"
     "Its really me little brother. Is that really you, or am I just dreaming this?" asked Lance.
     Erik walked up to Lance and hugged him, "It's real Lance. Terra must have been able to repair my telepathic cortex. We are communicating thru our bond."
     Lance returned the hug and started crying, "Oh I was so worried about you, when I lost the bond, I thought you were dead."
     "I'm not dead, but I came very close to being dead. Lance....I am a comma."
     "WHAT???? Erik, What happened to you?"
     "Well, its sorta a long story bro," and both men sat down on the ground as Erik began telling his brother what happened to him and the Wyld Foxx. He told him about the mock combat, the engine problem on the Deep Purple. He told him about the ship ending up in some unknown place. He told Lance about the attack, how quickly the ship was overtaken, and what the attackers goal was. And he told him of his stupid attempt to take out the leader of the attack with a Psy burst.
     Both brothers looked at eachother long after Erik was finished. They just sat quietly looking at eachother. Erik could sense the waves of joy and anger coming off of his brother.
     "That was a stupid thing you tried to do Erik. You are so damn lucky you ant dead. But I understand why you did it. I can feel the emotions you have for him."
     "I know it was stupid and I am sorry I have caused you so much worry."
     "Oh little bro," said Lance and he hugged his brother, "its okay. If I didn't worry about you, who would?"
     Erik nodded and smiled, "I love you Lance."
     "I love you too Erik."
     Erik stared at his brother for a few more seconds before saying, "Lance, You need to go inform Starfleet of what I have told you. If something were to happen to this ship, they have to know what caused all this. The Federation is at risk."
     "I know."
     "I will see you soon bro. Dont forget, you still owe me that bottle of Klingon Bloodwine."
     Lance couldn't help but smile at that, "No, I think its you who owe me but we will settle this later. Be safe Erik."
     "Be safe Lance," replied Erik as he watched Lance dissapear.
:TBC:

Lieutenant Commander Erik J. Bass Chief Engineer
USS Wyld Foxx; NCC-2222-A

Lieutenant Commander Lance J. Bass
Chief Engineer/Second Officer

     Lieutenant Commander Lance Bass woke with a start. He was still in shock over what had just happened. Part of him wanted to just say he had dreamed it all up but he knew that wasn't the case. In the back of his mind he could feel something he thought he would never feel again. The bond with his brother was still weak, but it was getting stronger by the second.
     "He's Alive," he said to his empty quarters, "In the name of the first house, HE'S ALIVE!!!!!!!!" And he kept saying that, and the more he said it the more he became giddy with joy. "I got to go tell the Commodore about this," he finally said after a few minutes, "computer, Locate Fleet Commodore Lukas Fyrstk."
     "Fleet Commodore Lukas Fyrstk is in his quarters," replied the computer.
     Lance quickly jumped out of bed and ran out of his quarters in just his boxers and undershirt. He had to go tell Lukas the wonderful news.
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      Lance quickly ran to the captain's quarters on the opposed side of the deck. He had gotten a few stares from people he passed but he paid them no mind. When he finally got to the captain's door he was practically jumping up and down like a little kid as he rang the chime three times but got no answer.
     Getting tired of waiting, he said, "Computer, this is Lieutenant Commander Lance Bass, override security lockout on door 0407-21."
     "Please enter security access code," instructed the computer.
     "Access code: Bass Alpha-Alpha-3-1-7-Tango"
     The computer beeped its compliance and the door to Lukas's quarters opened. Lance quickly stepped inside and in the soft light provided by the stars, made his way into Lukas's bed room.
     Standing at the foot of his bed, Lance couldn't help but think what a heavy sleeper Lukas was. "Computer, lights up 75%. Lukas!!!" he called, "wake up!!! He's Alive, they are all alive."
     Lukas awoke with a start and nearly had a heart attack when he saw a nearly naked Lance Bass at the foot of his bed. "What in the Hell are you doing here???? How did you get in?" He asked in a very heated tone.
     "I used the back door code I installed in the ships computer system," Lance said matter of factly. "But that isn't important right now, What is important is that Erik and the crew of the Wyld Foxx are alive!!!!!!"
     Lukas made a mental note to talk to lance about his back door code later, but for now he asked, "Alahve? Are you sure, how do you know?"
     "I just spoke with Erik telepathically. He told me everything that happened. I know about the accident on with the Deep Purple's drive system, I know about the boarding of the Wyld Foxx, and I know about the attack on my brother."
     "What attack? Who was boarding?" Asked Lukas, concerned for his wife.
     "Its too much to put into words Lukas," replied Lance as he moved to the head of the bed and stood beside Lukas, who was sitting up in bed with a sheet covering him from the waist down. "I will have to just show you what I found out," and Lance quickly grabbed Lukas's hand with both of his and held it against his chest.
     Lance cried out in pain as he closed his eyes and pushed into Lukas's mind, the memory of his talk with his brother, and all he had learned.
     Lukas could bearly handle the flood of images Lance sent him. Lukas saw the entire conversation Lance and Erik had. He heard all of what happened to his wife's ship and how the one Erik loved was taken. He even saw from Erik's point of view the attack that put him in a comma. And he felt his wife's mind touch Erik's as she attempted to stabilize him.
     Lance collapsed to his knees after he finished sharing the memory. It was one of his gifts that he rearly used because it weaken him. "Now you understand Lukas. You know all I know. Its up to you what to do with the information."
     Lukas slid off his bed, grabbing the night robe he kept at the end of the bed. He slid the robe on and went to Lance's side to help him up.
     As Lukas helped him up, he looked into Lukas's eyes and offered him a faint smile. "They are alive. Our love ones are alive and in the name of the first house, we will get them back."
     "Yes, We will, "Lukas assured him. He helped Lance to the nearest chair and poured him a Romulan ale. "AH'll call Starfleet imeediately and see is we cain get back to th' sector to see if we can fahnd a way to get to them."
     Lance took the ale and drunk it slowly, "I think Erik has figured out a way to get them home, something involving the wormholes in Sector 9573, near the Pasteur Station."
     Lukas turned quickly to his 2nd officer. "Pasteur? That's a week away at least rahght now! Damn! Starfleet'll never let us go. Ah'll contact Brahan Scott and see if he cain keep an eye out for them or somehow trah and locate them."
     Lance nodded as he finished his ale and suddenly realized what his current state of dress was. "I will return to my quarters to change while you contact command. I will see you on the bridge Commodore." And Lance got up, a little shakily, but he could walk.
     "Lance," Lukas called out to his friend. "Ah'm really glad for you."
     "I am glad for both of us Commodore," said lance, "but thank you just the same." And Lance headed back to his quarters, while Lukas got ready to make a few calls.
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Lieutenant Commander Lance Bass Chief Engineer/Second Officer USS Eagle; NCC-9561 Next post by Lance
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       Lost found himself a nice place out of the way to sit and play his game. He knew he could pass this maze. It really wasn't that difficult. It did upset him a little, because he just KNEW that the maze kept changing on him. He kept getting so close to getting to the other side, and then . . . BAM! The stupid monster would come out of a place that used to be a wall. Then . . . bye bye Lost.

       Everytime he did reach the monster, it was always at a different point. He couldn't predict where it would come. That's not what the instructions had said would happen. The monsters were limited and in specific place. Lost muttered about his stupid cousin, the guy who had given him this game.

       But Lost wasn't willing to give up. Right now nothing much mattered except beating the game. The real world vanished even more, he no longer heard or saw anything. Sweat started to build up on his body, it dripped down his face. Yet he saw none of this.

       Not since he started this last session of playing his game, had he thought about the consequences. Well, he never really did think about the consequences. He saw nothing wrong with playing the game one last time before he was sent to the chopping block. What was the harm really?

       Of course, Lost didn't realize that he would get so hung up in the game. He hadn't noticed that each time he played the game he got more and more involved with the game, and less and less attuned to reality. Addiction had fully taken over the young ensign.
       Someone passed by addicted man. She said something, something that was lost on sitting man. Had she paid attention, she would have realized that he didn't even grunt in acknowledgement. Maybe she would have alerted someone about the man, but as it was, she just passed by, and forgot about Lost.

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Guest Helmsman turned Sci Officer
USS Eagle
Next post by Tru
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     Gwen traveled around deck 12 until she got to section 5.  Ensign Lost was supposidly located here, but she didn't see anyone.  "Computer, locate Ensign Lost."

     The computer chimed back, "Ensign Lost is located on Deck 12, section 5."

     Gwen muttered, and looked around again, Lost was definately NOT on deck 12 section 5.  Then she saw it, a little glint of something flung off into the corner.  Walking over, Gwen realized what it was and swore under her breath.  She had found Ensign Lost's comm badge.  "This is going to make finding the ensign more difficult."  She muttered.

     Then an idea hit her.  She had heard on the bridge that the reason Lost was suppose to go to sickbay was because of his PADD and the fact that it was causing some sort of trouble.  But more importantly, the doctor had somehow located this signal.  If she were to go to sickbay, maybe the doctor could locate the signal again; by locating the signal, the PADD could then be located, and Lost in turn would be located.

     Gwen tapped her own comm badge.  "Ensign Marqusa to Commodore Fyrstk.  Ensign Lost tossed his comm badge on deck 12.  I do have another idea of a way to track him through that PADD.  I will report back with any new information Sir."  She signed off and immediately contacted the doctor.

     "Ensign Marqusa to Doctor Resork.  Can you locate where that signal is coming from?  I am trying to locate Ensign Lost."  She waited for the Doctor's response.

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The doctor looked over his findings and watched the signals from his tricorder.  He was trying to locate ensign Lost by pinpointing the signal for his PADD.  He heard the chime from his comm badge and Ensign Marqusa's voice come over the system.

Gwen waited for the doctor to respond to her message. She looked around and decided not to move, since she didn't have a clue as to which direction the lost ensign was, but assuming he was somewhere on deck 12.

The Doctor pushed his comm badge and responded to the tactical officer.  "Yes Gwen how may I help you?"

     Gwen shook her head, hating to have to repeat herself, and then remembered who she was talking to. He was a curious one she thought. "Yes, I need to know where Ensign Lost is located. Can you track where the PADD is based on the signal?" She paced a little, still in section 5.

He smiling a bit, knowing how she felt about him and tried to keep the amusement in his voice down to minimum. "Oh yes I am one step ahead of you on the one.  He is on deck 8 section 6."

Quickly Gwen took off towards the TL, "Thank you Doctor, will you keep me posted on the signal, if it moves at all?"

Ian laughed slightly, not really knowing why, just very amused. "Sure thing though he hasn't moved for a few minutes now."

"That's good to know, maybe he's settled down. I'll try to get him to sickbay as soon as I can." Gwen cut the transmission and entered the TL.  "Deck 8."

He went back to his research and tried to figure out a way to let her know that he wasn't such a bad guy once you got to know him.



Dr. Ian Resork
CMO
USS Eagle
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Ensign Gwenivere Marqusa
Tactical Officer
USS Eagle
Next post by Gwen
     Ensign Lost kept playing his game.  He was getting so close.  His Uniform now showed signs of perspiration.  The helmsman turned science officer and soon to be court-martialed ensign pressed the keys on his PADD, inching his player forward, then around the corner to the left.  Last time he was here, the monster jumped out from behind and thrusted a sword right through the middle of his back.  He was bound and determined not to let that happen again.  But of course, the game changed, yet again, and the monster didn't appear.

Gwen quickly emerged from the TL on deck 8.  She moved over to a computer interface to find her current location and plot the fast route to section 6.  She still didn't know her way around this ship, it was very new to her.  It took her only seconds until she found the route she needed and she took off down the corridor.

Ensign Lost was starting to get really annoyed with the game.  There wasn't a way for him to finish it, or so it appeared.  At last he saw the door to the end of the maze.  It can't be! He thought.  I did it!!  He maneuvered his player over to the door, when all of a sudden that nasty monster jumped out behind him.  Being too surprised, Lost was slow in responding.  The Monster drew his long sword and beheaded Lost's character.  The frustrated ensign threw his PADD down across the corridor, where it landed at the feet of a young woman with fiery red hair.

Gwen put her hands on her hips and looked down at the former helmsman.  She stared at him for a moment, sizing him up, then bent down and picked the PADD up from the floor and turned the game off.  The contempt couldn't be hidden from her face as she looked the other officer over.  "You were told to report to sickbay.  I have been assigned to make sure you get there.  I'd prefer if you went under your own power, however, If force is necessary, I'm not against it."

Lost looked around at where he was, but he couldn't place it.  The ensign knew he was still on the Eagle, but that was all he could really surmise.  Then he looked over at Gwen, as he slowly started returning to reality.  In a quiet and uncharacteristic voice, the ensign responded.  "Force won't be required."  He started to move, the stopped and looked at the other officer again.  "Umm, where exactly am I? And which way to sickbay?" 

The young woman looked at Lost and sensed that he was a rather disoriented, at least he still seemed to realize he was on the Eagle.  He probably needed medical attention, so it was a good thing he was going to sickbay.  "You are on Deck 8."  She motioned to her right, "And this way to the turbolift."

He moved off in the direction that Gwen indicated and the tactical officer followed him.  Lost thought about asking more questions, but he really didn't feel up to it, nor did he really know what to ask.  It still hadn't dawned on him that he was in a lot of trouble, at least not in trouble for not reporting to sickbay.  It hadn't dawned on him that he didn't have his comm badge, nor did he think about asking about why they hadn't tried getting a hold of him via that comm badge.  He didn't even realize that they had needed to get a hold of him.

Gwen walked with Lost, then figured she should contact both the doctor and the Captain to let them know that the lost ensign had been found.  She taped her comm badge, "Ensign Marqusa to Doctor Resork.  Just thought I'd inform you that I have located Ensign Lost, and his PADD.  I am escorting him back to sickbay as we speak.  Also, I think he may need some care when he gets there.  He's extremely disoriented.  I also will bring his PADD in."  She didn't even wait for his response when she closed the connection.  If he needed to get in touch with her, he would.

     The ensign thought about his game and then shuddered.  He never wanted to see that thing again.  In fact, he wanted to destroy it.  It was a horrible game, one that you couldn't win.  No matter what, you couldn't beat it.  He entered the TL when it opened and stood inside, somewhat absent-mindedly.

Gwen followed Lost into the TL.  "Deck 5."  Then she looked down at the PADD and over at the ensign.  He was in a lot of trouble, that much was for sure, though she didn't know what the Captain would do.  Hopefully, things with the PADD weren't that serious, and maybe there was some medical condition that made the ensign wander off.  Still, he had ripped his comm badge off, obviously he had made a conscious decision to not be found.  That wasn't going to look well for him.

The TL doors open up on Deck 5 and Lost just automatically gets off and heads to sickbay.  Slowly he's starting to see things in more clarity, and the fear starts set in.  He starts to wonder if he's going to lose his career over this, over a stupid game, a game that could never be won.

Gwen follows the officer out of the TL and escorts him to sickbay.  As they enter, one of the nurses walks over and starts to deal with Ensign Lost.  Gwen looks around and spots the CMO, Dr. Ian Resork.  She moves over to him to give him the PADD.  Hoping that he won't take to long so she can get back up to the bridge and back to her station.

Lost moves over to the biobed that Nurse Angela day Muerta indicates.  He's still fairly overwhelmed by everything.  She has him lay down and then runs a scan over him.  He seems stable at the moment so she covers him with a blanket so he can relax and maybe get some sleep.  The ensign curls up and shuts his eyes, slowly drifting back out of reality for a little longer.

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Ensign Gwenivere Marqusa
Tactical Officer
USS Eagle
Next post by Gwen

Ensign Tru Lee Lost
Formerly Helmsman, transfered to Science
USS Eagle
Next post by Tru
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       Lieutenant Commander Lance Bass watched as Ensign Haas followed his orders and implemented the security alert.  The first officer might of been overreacting a little, but Lance didn't want to take the chance of Ensign Lost doing any damage to the Eagle's critical systems.  But know that the alert was in effect, Lance realized he had nothing more to really do on the bridge.  ~Lukas could handle this while I help out the engineering teams in cargo bay 2.~

       "Commodore, I am going to head down to cargo bay 2 and see if I can give the engineering team a hand.  If ya need me, just give me a holler," replied Lance as he stood up and walked up to the turbolift.  When the lift arrived, Lance entered and ordered the lift to take him to the cargo bay.  Truth be told, he was looking forward to working on this puzzle.  It would help make the defeat of the Frinta's so much easier.
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Lt. Commander Lance Bass
Acting XO
Next post by Lance
OPS Log 030227

With the ever-diligent help of Tactical officer Ensign Gwen Marqusa, w-we were able to detect four Frinkta fighters preparing fro a raid on a Spaculaan freighter.  I notified the captain and he ordered us on an intercept course to see if w-we could deter the fighters from their mission.

We came in on yellow alert and took up a parallel course with the frieghter.  WE made c-contact witht he freighter's commander and made it s-seem as if we were just trying to get to know them.  I-I thought this best in case the fighters were "listening in" on Spaculaan transmissions.  I didn't want the Frinkta to know we could detect their cloaks.

As it came to be, th-the freighter was pleased to meet us, and the fighters were deterred from attacking the freighter.  It worked out quite well.

End Log
Ensign Roman Haas
Personal Lof 030227
Everytime he asks me to take the center seat, m-my heart jumps.  I know that the captain is just a turbo-lift ride away, but there is still a .... a feeling, both of exhilaration and dread.  Dread that I-I am going to make the wrong split decision that must be made w-while Commodore Fyrstk is onhis way to the bridge.

Well, this t-time it all worked out.  And the weird part is, that Commodore Fyrstk w-wasn't even on his way up.  He trusted me t-to make the right call.  I hope he approves of my decision and my communications w-with the Spaculaan commander.

END
Ensign Roman Haas
Next post by Roman
       Lieutenant Commander Lance Bass groaned as he entered cargo bay two.  He knew that Romie had beamed up the stuff he ordered but Lance didn't realize how much that really was.  The floor of the bay was littered with bits of metal and other items, as well as a fine dusting of blue soil from the colony.  And walking around the bits of metal and other parts, where members of Lance's Engineering team trying to get an idea of what the Frinta were doing.

       "It would be my luck that Jeff is down with the Spaculan Flu, " Lance mumbled to himself as he pulled out his tricorder and started working.

       Two hours later and Lance his teams were making some progress.  While they didn't have all the pieces of the Frinta's bomb, he did have the key components.  At least the ones that survied the blast They had managed to steal the timer and the detonator before leaving orbit.  And now as he did his second sweep over the detonator, Lance feeling of dread began to deepen.  He didn't not like what he was seeing.  The implications of what he is picking up could cause a war.

       Now as he ran his tricorder over the detonator a third time he knew he was right and now he would have to tell his Commanding Officer and his friend.  Tapping his combadge, "Bass to Ensign Marqusa, I am now implementing Security code three.  I want you to seal off all entries to cargo bay two except for the main door.  I want two security officers guarding the main door round the clock.  No one except for the Engineering team, the Captain and myself are allowed in this bay from now on. I also want the transporter suppression fields activated in this section of the ship."  Bass waited for her to acknowledge the order before he closed the channel

       Now Lance turned to his team who looked at him with a certain amount of fear in there eyes.  "You all are not to talk with anyone about what we have found here.  I will be on the bridge."

       Lance headed out the cargo bay and hoped that when he finally made it to the bridge, Lukas would be in a good mood.  Because he proably wont be after Lance was done talking to him.

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Note: This takes place before Commander Bass' log.

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       Gwen decides to take the moment of quiet to record a log.  She's never been to keen on them, but what the heck.

       "Computer, open duty log."  She waited until the computer indicated that the log had been opened, before she started to record the log.          "We have been on in somewhat of a 'cold war' type situation with the Frinkta.  There really has been a little bit of a fire fight, more like us firing on the Frinkta and them high-tailing it out of the area, only after they attacked a speculan Colony.

       "More recently, we detected the signature of a frinkta fighter as it was nearing a Speculan Freighter.  Instead of attacking, The captain had us follow the freighter, in hopes that the Frinkta would back off.  Ensign Haas had been left incharge of the Bridge.  He did a good job of making things appear like we were just being friendly.  A real tactical situation was adverted by use of this tactic, and the Frinkta left without incident." 

       Gwen paused there for a moment, wondering if she should add something.  Then she realized that it was better suited for a personal log.  She closed the log.
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Ensign Gwenivere Marqusa
Tactical Officer
USS Eagle
     Having just closed her duty log, Gwen was about to open a personal log when she heard Commander Bass' Order. 

       "Bass to Ensign Marqusa, I am now implementing Security code three.  I want you to seal off all entries to cargo bay two except for the main door.  I want two security officers guarding the main door round the clock.  No one except for the Engineering team, the Captain and myself are allowed in this bay from now on. I also want the transporter suppression fields activated in this section of the ship."
       Gwen wondered what was going on as she began to seal off the cargo bay.  "Aye Sir."  Once the entries were sealed off, she put in orders to have security officers manning the main doors around the clock. It really made her wonder what the commander had found.

       Gwen checked the scans of the area, wanting to make sure that the Frinkta were staying away. Once she decided that the area was all clear, she decided to open her personal log. 

     "Computer, Open personal log." 

       Once she noted that the computer had opened the log, Gwen began recording.  "Well, this is my first personal log since being assigned to the Eagle.  So far everything seems to be okay.  Right now we are just sort of sitting around and waiting.  I've never been good at the waiting game. 

       "The crew members seem to be good, from what I can tell.  The XO is apparently a little hot tempered, a man after my own heart.  The CO seems like he's decent, but then again, I haven't had much chance to see his leadership style.

       "I have mixed reactions about the officer who's currently in charge.  He seems very unsure of himself, and when I first met him I wondered about how well he'd perform.  I must admit that he has done a much better job then I expected.  He seems rather smart, just needs a little more self esteem or something.  The more I work with him, the more I like him.

       "Then there is the crazy helmsman, Ensign Lost.  He's a tad annoying, always playing a dumb game or something, when he is on duty.  I'm glad that the CO finally caught him, though, in a way I felt sorry for him.  He looked rather scared.  That makes me wonder if the CO has a rather harsh style of leadership.

       "I really haven't had that much time off duty, so I haven't had much time to make friends.  Duty must come first, and we are currently in a very tense situation.  I can say this, I am gaining a lot of experience. 

       "Speaking of Duty, I better get back to it.  Computer, close log."  The log was closed, and Gwen did another check of the area, not trusting the Frinkta for a second.

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Ensign Gwenivere Marqusa
Tactical Officer
USS Eagle
Next post by Gwen
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       Lost laid on the biobed, and slowly started to stir. His head pounded, as if whatever was inside desperately craved to get out. Soft moaning escaped from his lips as he reached up to grab his head and sat up. Within a few moments he had managed to slip off the bed only to fall flat on face and drawing the attention of the nurse who worked nearby.

       Nurse Muerta quickly moved over to the Ensign, "Hey there kid, take it easy. I wouldn't want you to get hurt." she smiled and added softly and jokingly, "At least not on my watch."

       With the help of the nurse, Lost slowly made it to his feet. The pounding in his head calmly down, while consciousness and reality seeped in. Groggily he asked, "Wh-what happened?" He looked around and realized he was still in this silly place. He wasn't ever gonna get out of here, just like he was never gonna beat that maze.

       "The Doctor sedated you again, after he destroyed your little game."

       "WHAT?!?!" The ensign had managed to forget about the PADD being destroyed. "He destroyed my game?!? How could he do that to me?!?! Now I stand no chance at finding my way out of that maze. And I was so close!!" He looked up into the Nurses eyes, his filling with tears. Then he made a gesture with his thumb and pointer finger, keeping them very close together. "This close!"

       At a loss for what to do, realizing she had made a mistake at mentioning the game, Muerta put her arms around the young man and held him close as he started to cry. His body shook violently within her grasp, as the withdrawl symptoms wracked his body.

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Ensign Tru Lee Lost
Sci Officer
USS Eagle

       Lost had gone through withdrawl before, the last time his game had been taken away, but it hadn't been nearly as bad then. The symptoms were finally gone, and the doctor had finally cleared the Ensign to leave sickbay, but under very strict orders. He was NOT to be on duty, and he was to meet with the counselor.

       The ensign hadn't taken to keenly to these instructions. He wouldn't have minded the not being on duty part to bad, if the doctor hadn't destroyed HIS game! Lost was still rather ticked about that one.

       The game had been a gift to him from his cousin. But it wasn't really a fact that it was a gift that egged the kid the most. His older cousin had tormented the heck out of him, saying that he didn't think Lost could make his way through the maze, he'd only get "lost."

       The ensign was so bent on proving his cousin wrong. It never occurred to the poor boy that his cousin had rigged the game. There simply was NO way to beat the maze. Everytime the player got close to the end there would be a change in the programming, and the maze would change. His cousin had put into the game a little program, almost a virus type thing just to annoy the heck out of Lost.

       That seemed to be his favorite past time. It always had been, even from the time the boys had been kids. Just one time, Lost had wanted to win, wanted to prove his cousin wrong. But that wasn't going to happen. Not now anyways, the pesky doctor had destroyed the PADD, and with it, all of Lost's hope at beating his cousin in something that should have been so easy.

       Lost's entire childhood had be riddled with teasing his entire life. His cousin always made fun of his name, Hope Leslie Lost. It wasn't his fault that his mom had wanted a girl and had been dead set on the name Hope. But it was his dad that Lost really wanted to torment. His dad had decided on the middle name, always commenting, "At least it's MORE of a manly name" and then breaking out in laughter.

       Just thinking about that made the young ensign fume as he walked back to his quarters. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that the doctor had destroyed his one chance of beating that game. And it wasn't fair that he had to live with the accursed name. At least most people did NOT know his real name, he always went by Lost. He just hoped that people wouldn't look into his personnel file.

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Ensign Tru Lee Lost
Sci Officer (and excelent Helmsman)
USS Eagle
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