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Sim of 030806
OPS Lig: Stardate 030811
As much as I have combed over all these sensor logs, I cannot find a reason for us to have been "out" for betteh than a week. There is absolutely nothing on the sensors for that time period. It seems as the chronometers have just jumpes ahead. As per the captain's orders, I have checked and rechecked our chronos with that of Starfleet,
Before we started for the Bajoran Wormhole, Fleet Commodore Fyrstk has me send a Class 1 probe towards the Founder Homeworld. Seeing as that was our mission in this quadrant, he figured we might as well complete that part of our mission, if not a week late.
The probe returned negative findings of any explosion of the Founder Homeworld. It was still intact. It did return the wlight evidence that a quantuum singulatity explosion had been triggered. There has been no apparent cause for the explosion and no debris, as in a ship exploding. Commodore Fyrstk has asked that I do a more detailed study of the sensor logs of that area, but he is not holding us from returning home.
End Log
Lt. jg Roman Haas
Operations Officer
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Roman went off duty after completing his duty log concerning the sensor reports concerning the Founder Homeworld and the Gamma Quadrant. He went straight to his quarters,
"Computer, " he said starting to remove his uniform and moving to the bedroom. "Open personal log." The computer beeped it's compliance.
"Personal log, Stardater 030811.
"I c-cannot believe we lost w hole week. Just floating in space. The things th-that could have happened ro us while we floated powerless. Th-the strange part is, I feel as if we did miss something in that week.
"This whole experience i-is like waking up from a dream. A really f-fuzzy dream, mind you, but a dream nonetheless. I c-cannot remember anything FROM the dream, I just know we were extremely busy,"
With his uniform off, Roman laid down on his bunk to finish his thoughts.
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"I do know that whatever the dream dealt with, it had Romulanns in it. What they were up to and how they were stopped is anyone's guess. But, they were in the dream.
"I am g-going to have to ask Gwen or Ratchet. See if they had any strange deeams."
"Computer. End log."
Roman lay onhis bed a few minutes more just going over all the thoughts in his head. Then he slowly rose and went to take a shower.
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Lt. jg Roman Haas
OPS officer
Next post by Roman
Personal Log
Stardate 0308.06
We somehow lost a week, but it wasn't my fault. I didn't lose it. Well, I did lose it, but it wasn't my doing that caused it to be lost. At least, I don't think it was my doing. Sure, I was the one at the helm, but I didn't do anything different then I've done any other time. I just piloted us through the slip stream, and the next thing I know I'm waking up, along with the rest of the crew, and a whole week has dissapeared.
But time wasn't the only thing that dissapeared. Apparently the councelor was also lost. He couldn't be located on the ship at all. Somehow, during the trip, he vanished, without a trace.
After hearing about all this, and after my duty shift of course, I rushed back to my quarters. I had just procured some new games from Alo's homeworld. I had to make sure that none of them when AWOL. I don't know what I'd do if I lost those. I mean, it's not like they could be easily replaced. They only came from another Universe after all. I suppose I could always try talking to the Ambassador about replacing them if they had been lost, but still. That cat intimadates the heck out of me. He could shred me to peices if he wished. But, thankfully all my lovely games were still where they were suppose to be.
You know, I wonder if we didn't lose our memories instead of losing time. I doubt I'll ever know.
End Personal Log
Ensign Tru Lee Lost
Helmsman Extrodinaire
Next post by Tru
Personal Log
Stardate 0308.06
A week has been stolen from us! Someone, when we came out of the slipstream into the Delta Quadrant, near the founder homeworld I might add, something happened. It was like waking up from a dream, and then finding out that a nightmare was somehow avoided. There was one casualty. Councelor Rixx. He vanished. No one knows where he went or even how he left. But the fact remains that he's gone. He seemed really nice. I wish I had taken the time to get to know him better. Only really talked to him when I was first assigned to the ship. Of course, if I had talked to him, I might be feeling worse right now for his loss, so maybe it was a good thing. Even so, I still am saddened somewhat.
I wonder if Ratchet or Rommie have come up with anything to explain what happened. Hopefully they have. Next time I see either of them I'll ask. I do hope that I run into Rommie first. Give me a good reason to talk to him.
End Personal Log
Ensign Gwenivere Marqusa
Tactical Officer
Duty Log
Stardate 0308.06
We came out of the slipstream and something strange happened. I am not sure exactly what, but I found myself laying on the floor. Weapons seemed not to have been affected by the event. However One week seems to have passed by. No one has any memories of that period, or if they do, they are keeping it to themselves. I have checked and double checked all weapons and defensive systems to make sure that nothing even minored happened during the missing week. They all check out clean.
The vessal does not appear to have sustained any damage, and therefore it is unlikely that we were attacked or engaged in a fight during the one week period. Nothing seems out of place, as far as Tactical Status is concerned. Unfortunately the same can't be said for personel. One officer is missing without explanation of any kind.
End Duty Log
Ensign Gwenivere Marqusa
Tactical Officer
Next post by Gwen
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Nurse Muerta walked into sickbay, and looked around at all the work that laid there, waiting for her. She walked into the office and sat down. She opened a personal log, needing to get something off her chest.
"The Doctor sure picked a fine time to leave. We lose a week of time, with no memories of what happened. And the Doctor chooses THIS moment to vanish. I wished he could have waited until they could at least have found a replacement doctor. But no. He couldn't have done that. He just had to dissapear.
"To make matters worse, Jev Rixx also vanished. There is no message by the councelor, like there was for Ian. We still don't know how the Councelor disseapered. There's just no trace.
"That makes two of the most senior officers in the medical department gone. That creates a headache for me. There is a lot of work that I get to do now. I doubt I'll get any free time for a while. At least, until we can get a doctor. I hope we don't have any emergencies.
"End Log."
Standing up, Muerta said to no one in particular, "Well, There's no use crying over spilled perfume." Then she got to work.
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Lt. Cursada de Muerta
Nurse
Next post by Nurse Muerta
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Lance had just gotten off his daily bridge shift and is now sitting at his desk in his office on deck 2. It had been a long shift, working with Rommie, Ratchet, and Jeff to try and figure out what happened while the crew was out. They were really no closer to figuring out what had happened but they did know the status of the ship.
"Computer, open first officer's log."
"Log opened."
"First officer's Log. Stardate 0308.13. The Eagle is on course for the Idran terminus of the Bajoran wormhole. The Fleet Commodore has ordered us to take a leisurely pace back to the alpha quadrant and considering what has happened, I must say I agree with his decision. Everyone one board is missing a week of our memory. Its like we slept threw it. We are unable to come up with any explanations at this time. Lieutenant J. G. Haas, Ensign Ratchet, and Lieutenant Dawson are continue to review the data we have but suffice it to say, we were lucky."
The tired first officer takes a moment to chose his words before continuing. "According to the ships sensors, no vessels approached us while we were out. No one came on board and the only damage to the ship was to the slipstream drive which the computer automatically shut down before she could overload. Unforginitly, in the matter of our crew, we weren't so lucky. Both our Chief Medical officer, Doctor Roske and our ships counselor, Lieutenant Commander Jev Rixx are missing. The good doctor has left a note to explain his absence, but there is no word left by Commander Rixx. And the computer is unable to explain when or how he left."
"Throe scans of the ship and the surrounding area show no sign of either officer and I cannot feel Mr. Rixx anywhere near this ship. It is my recommendation to the Commodore that our Counselor be listed as Missing in Action. End Log."
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Commander Lance Bass
Executive Officer
"First Officer's Personal Log."
"Supplemental. I can feel that Lukas is hiding something from me and the rest of the crew. He has a good idea of what happened to this ship and her crew but he is keeping quiet about it. I don't know weather to be insulted or not. I know I could easily read his mind to find out what he is hiding but no matter what Jev thinks, I wouldn't do that. I do have morals and I respect Lukas too much to do that to him. He is one of my closes friends on this ship and he is my Commanding Officer. Trust is a two way street and I know I can always trust Lukas, and I want him to feel the same with me."
Commander Bass re read what he had just dictated and smiled as he read about Jev.
"This business with Jev is so strange and unsettling. To know that he is gone from my life, yet I know without a shadow of a doubt that he is still alive and out there somewhere. Although it wasn't the type of bond I share with Erik, there is a bond between Jev and myself. It comes from being the only two Betazoids on board, of him being close to my brother. I haven't told Lukas about that yet. It something that is hard to talk about with non Betazoids. Most non telepathic races cant begin to understand what one gains from bonds such as that. A sharing of minds and sprites. Although we were not Imzadi or romantically close, I will still love Jev and miss him for he, in his own way showed me how make myself better then I was. To push past my distrust of other telepaths. Where ever you are Jev, I hope you are happy. End Log"
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Commander Lance Bass
Executive Officer
Next post by Lance
Sim of 030813
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Tru sat at the helm trying to keep the Eagle situated where it was. Ususally he wouldn't have any problems, he'd just be able to sit back and relax. I mean, the ship was suppose to stay in one place. But that wasn't the case here. The ship wasn't going to stay place if left to it's own devices, so Lost had to continually make minor adjustments. This annoyed him a little, just a little though.
He really enjoyed his the times he could lean back and relax. He could day dream about his games. Right now he had even more reason to drift off. He still had plenty of games in his quarters that he hadn't even looked at yet. Oh how he wished he could be back there exploring those toys, instead of out on the bridge exploring the badlands.
Alas, Lost was a starfleet officer. Even though he'd rather be in his quarters, duty had to come first . . . and it did. That didn't stop him from thinking of where he'd rather be, it just kept him where he was suppose to be.
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Ensign Tru Lee Lost
Helmsman of the moment
Next post by Tru
A joint log by Lt Muerta, Ltjg Haas, and Ens Marqusa
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Roman moved to the pilot seat as the team entered the Runabout, Talon. He powered up the craft and waited as everyone took their respective seats. Commander Bass tool the navigational station next to Rommie.
Gwen followed Rommie into the shuttle and took up a seat man the tactical station. Who knew what they were going to encounter on the ship, and who knew what they would run into just getting to that ship.
Muerta followed the others into the shuttle and sat out of the way. She looked over at the security officers that were accompanying them and realized just how nervous she was. This was the first time that she was going on an away mission.
"We're receiving additional information from the bridge," Bass called out, looking at his console. "They report that oxygen levels are extremely low on that ship."
"I recommend we use masks and rebreathers when we dock, sir," Roman offered. He lifted the runabout off the flight deck of the Eagle and headed for the invisible barrier keeping the atmosphere inside the ship.
"Agreed," said Bass. "Nurse, would you please check the supplies for the rebreathers?"
Muerta nodded, "Aye Sir." She moved back to check on the supplies. She couldn't help but smile about being here. Being a nurse, she never expected to go on away missions. This was her first, and probably her last. She was going to make the most of it.
Gwen checked over the Talon's tactical systems to make sure that everything was working properly. Finding things satisfactory, she leaned back and watched the view. She didn't like the idea of using rebreathers. But it was better then not being able to breath she supposed.
The Talon exited the shuttlebay of the Eagle. Almost immediately Rommie could feel the buffeting currents of the Badlands. He quickly manipulated the controls to compensate, but the runabout still rocked slightly.
"Sorry," he called out to anyone not prepared. "This could be a b-bit of a bumpy ride."
Gwen chuckled softly, and glanced between her console and the view screen. The bumpiness didn't really bother her much.
Muerta almost fell as the shuttle shook for the first time. She hadn't been prepared for it at all. After finding the rebreather supplies, she quickly took her seat. The last thing Muerta wanted was to get injured herself.
"Commander, we have the supplies that we'll need."
"Pass them out to the officers," Lance ordered. "I want everyone masked up as once we dock with that ship. Gwen. See if you can get any better sensor readings on the crew of that ship as we get closer."
"Yes Sir." Muerta braced herself as she stood up again to go back to the supplies. She should have realized that she would need the rebreathers out right then. But she hadn't and now she had to walk through the bumpy shuttle again.
Turning back to her console, Gwen looked at her console and ran a few scans of the ship. Hoping to get better readings then the Eagle's sensors had gotten. So far the readings were not any more enlightening. At least not in any meaningful way.
The runabout bucked again as it was hit with a cross-current. Roman quickly compensated to prevent the ship from being sent on a sideways spin. He looked through the forward viewport to regain the view of the research ship.
"How is your manual docking skills," Commander Bass asked his pilot. "These conditions are playing hell with the navigational sensors."
"I-I am pretty good at it, sir," Rommie told Bass not taking his eyes off the ship until he was certain they were on course.
"Commander, nothing much new on the sensors, except to confirm extremely low levels of oxygen. I still am unable to get readings on the crew. Can't even tell if any of them are still alive." She glanced back at Muerta hoping that her skills wouldn't be necessary.
"Can you get any readings of what might be wrong with the ship?" Lance asked.
Muerta handed each of the security officers a rebreather, and then moved up towards the front of the shuttle, to give the other three one.
"There seems to have been a fire in the engineering section. Status of the fire is undetermined." She looked at the temperature inside the ship and groaned slightly. "Ship interior temperature is unbearably hot at around 125 degrees F Sir."
"We may have to send someone to check on the fire then," Lance commented.
Rommie concentrated as the research ship grew larger in the forward viewport. It looked to be a single deck ship approximately the length of a Dauntless-class ship. Rommie guessed the bridge would be forward in the ship.
"I-I want to make one pass for visual, sir," Roman told Commander Bass. Bass nodded his agreement. He wanted Rommie to be as sure as could be when it came to docking with the ship.
"Gwen," Bass called over his shoulder. The floor panel to your right lifts off to access that botttom hatch. Can you get it ready?"
Gwen nodded, "Aye Commander." She stood and moved area the he'd indicated and removed the panel to reveal the access hatch.
After handing off the rebreathers to Lt Haas and Commander Bass, Muerta set a rebreather down for Ensign Marqusa at her console and then moved back to her seat. The entire time she had kept a hand on something solid, incase the shuttle got even more bumpier and wanted to toss her to the deck.
Lt jg Haas brought the Talon alongside the research ship. He moved along the top quarter of the troubled ship, skimming a mere three meters off it's hull. The ship passed slowly by in the viewport to Roman's left.
"You trying to find out the maker of the ship>' Bass asked Roman.
"A little close there, Rommie."
"Aye, s-sir," Roman commented quietly. He was intent on studying the top of the research ship. "I-I want to be sure, Commander."
Gwen couldn't help but chuckle. Although she was impressed by how well he was piloting the shuttle in these conditions. She knew all too well how difficult it could be to fly in these conditions. She wouldn't have risked the distance between the shuttle and the ship if she were flying, but Rommie didn't seem all to uncomfortable with the distance.
Seeing the distance between the shuttle and the ship, Muerta closed her eyes and started praying that she'd get back to the Eagle in one piece. She also mentally bashed Dr. Resork again for leaving.
The Talom completed her first pass along the upperside of the troubled research ship. Roman started a tight arc to return to the rear of the ship and move to the access hatch. As he was making the rurn, an unexpected eddy caught the runabout on the underside and pushed it upwards.
The runabout suddenly rolled to starboard. Roman cursed under his breath and fired the starbord thrusters to try and stop their roll. Finally the thrusters did their job and the Talon was righted and back on course.
Muerta griped the seat very tightly. So tightly that her knuckles were turning white. She went back to praying for safe landing again.
Gwen held on as the shuttle began to roll. She quickly made her way back to her seat, where she would be in a more stable position.
Careful there Rommie." She said in a slightly joking tone. The smile on her face showed she was only teasing.
"P-peoce o' cake," Rommie said quickly over his shoulder. He brought the ship back around and above the research ship. "Everyo-one hold tight a sec. I need to gauge distance."
With that he ever-so-slightly lowered the runabout towards the research vessel. He counted the seconds until there was a slight scraping sound heard, then he lifted again.
Commander Bass bit back a retort. He knew it was extremely difficult to guage distance and had confidence in what Haas was doing. Rom slowly brought the runabout along the top of the research vessel. Thankfully the eddies were lessened greatly by the proximity to the larger ship.
Gwen just chuckled, and held on to her station to keep from being thrown. She looked back to see how the Nurse and Security Officers were holding up. Glad to see that they weren't too shaken, only a little shaken.
Muerta went pale with the sounds of the scraping. It seemed to go on forever. She was even looking forward to jumping into that ship with the 125 degree temperature and very little oxygen. It would almost seem like a relief to her.
The upper access hatch of the research ship came into view. Roman slowed the runabout to almost a crawl and brought the Talon overtop the hatch. He touched on the locator beacon which found the hatch receptor on the other ship to tell him he was aligned properly. Roman set the runabout on the ship's hull with a ever-so-s;ight thump.
"W-we're down, Commander," Haas reported.
End
Commander Lance Bass
Executive Officer
Next post by Lance
Lt. Muerta
Nurse
Next post by Nurse Muerta
Lt jg Roman Haas
OPS officer
Next post by Roman
Ensign Gwen Marqusa
Tactical/Security officer
Sim of 030820
Personal Log
Stardate 0308.20
After successfully completing the last mission and rescuing the crew from that ship, the CO has granted us some leisure time on DS9. I honestly would prefer to spend the time working. I know there are some modification to the weapons systems that could be done. I am not sure why I don't want to take the time to relax, maybe it's because I really don't have anyone to share the time with. I could always ask Rommie. But . . . I'm sure he has plans, and I'm not exactly sure how I would ask. Usually I'm rather outspoken about things that I want or what's on my mind. I'm not sure why I would be hesitant about saying anything. If an oppertunity presents itself, I think I will ask. If not . . . The weapons systems definately could use some work.
End Personal Log
Ensign Gwenivere Marqusa
Tactical Officer
Duty Log,
Stardate 0308.20
The mission on the Open Mind was a success, and no injuries to the away team were sustained. Commander Bass decided to go off on his own to Engineering, over my protest that he take at least one other person with him. I know the Commander can take care of himself, it is just never a good idea to be by yourself when you don't have to. I was taught that the smallest group was that of teams. In the end everything worked out.
I have heard that Commodore Fyrstk has given special commendations to those of us on the away team. I do not think we really did anything that heroic, only did what duty demanded. If we had not agreed to go over when ordered too, we would have probably been tried for disobeying orders. In situations like that, it just doesn't seem that we did anything above and beyond our duty. However, I seem to be in the minority with this opinion.
End Duty Log
Ensign Gwenivere Marqusa
Tactical Officer
Next post by Gwen
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Lost quickly made his way back to his quarters before he would head over to the station. He wanted to take a couple of his new games over with him. That would be the best way for him to relax. He'd heard about a bar named Quarks that he thought would be good to check out. His sister, Leslie, had told him about it. Of course, she was known for playing tricks. Maybe going to this place wasn't such a good idea after all. Maybe this was one of those times and this bar was some weird place that was going to get him into trouble. But then again, he always gets into trouble no matter where he goes. He might as well go. With that he went off to the station, whistleing while he went.
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Ensign Tru Lee Lost
Current Helmsman
Next post by True
Duty Log,
Stardate 0308.20
The mission to the stranded ship was a success. Unfortunately we were not able to save everyone. Of the 30 or so people on the ship, about two thirds survived until we made it there. Thanks to the work of the others, we were able to get them all evacuated and brought to the Eagle sickbay. I really could have used the help of Dr. Resork, however, he was not there and we had to make do. I am glad that the Eagle is equiped with the EMH, for he was of great help.
Of the injured that made it back to the Eagle, all survived. Some where more injured then the others, the most series being three people with second degree burns, one covering 50% of his body. The others had more minor injuries.
The Commodore has given the crew rest and relaxation. Unfortunately, I have too much work to do in order to go. However, I have ordered most of my staff to take some leave. I know that they would stay and help me out if I left them. They are one of the best staff that I've had the luxury of working with, and I am greatful for them at this time.
End Log
Lt. Cursada de Muerta
Nurse, currently in charge of Sickbay
Personal Log,
Stardate 0308.20
My first away mission!! I was sooo nervous. It was miserable. We went over to a stranded ship to help the crew out. It was 125 degrees over there! Then we got 20 patients back to the Eagle. Sickbay was a zoo and now I'm exhuasted. I really could use the rest that was given to the crew, unfortunately I have too much stuff to do. But, I might take an hour or two extra time to catch up on my sleep. This was definately an interesting experience for me. I definately learned alot from it. If sickbay wasn't so short staffed, I would really like to go on another.
End Log
Lt Curada de Muerta
Nurse, currently in charge of sickbay
Next post by Cursada
OPS Log, Stardate 030825
As a member of an away team to rescue survivors on the research ship, Open Mind, I piiloted the runabout, Talon, through the Badlands to an acces port on top of the research ship's hull. The eddies and currents of the Badlands were all that their reputations state. N-nasty!
There was one particular current came on so strong and unexpected that it flipped the runabout and I almost lost control. Fortunately I was able to regain control of the ship before we were theown into the side of the Open Mind.
Once aboard the Open Mind, we had to determine where the survivors were located. This was extremely difficult because we could not see two meters in front of us, the smoke from the onboard fire was that thick. I reprogrammed my tricorder to beep when we were headed in the proper direction. This guided us in the right direction on the ship, all we had to do was negotiate the corridors which took a couple of surprising turns.
Commander Bass, in the meantime went aft to see if he could get life support back online. With the thick smoke and the oxygen deficient atmosphere, we knew the survivors were not going to last long.
We eventually made our way forward and found the remaining survivors all in the ship's mess hall. They had a few rebreathers that they were sharing among the group to keep everyone alive. Lieutenant Muerta went right to work assessing the conditions and coordinating which of the survivors should leave first. Once we got the survivors to the Talon, we were able to set up the transporters as buffer enhancers and the Eagle was able to transport the worst of them directly to sick bay.
End Log
Lt.jg Roman Haas
OPs Officer
Personal Log, Starfate 030825
I-I can hardlybelieve what we have just been through. It probably ranks a-as one of the most scary things I have ever done. Th-the smoke inside that ship was so thick I could barely make out the other away team members. Even piloting the r-runabout over wasn't as scary as that closed in feeling and not being able to see which way was up.
I should probably l-look into training with the onboard firefighting team. They always train in the event the automatic supression systems should fail. Never really c-considered how tough a job that could be til now.
At a-any rate. We're back at DS-9 and the c-captain is granting us leave time on board. I wonder if Gwen is going t-to be going over to the station? It w-would be nice to spend another leisurely day with her... providing we don't d-drink the water.
End Log
Lt. jg Roman Haas
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