Taking Ones Home
Posted on Tue Sep 1st, 2009 @ 1:52pm by Commander Peter Brown & Captain Vorn Krace
Mission:
Into a Devil's Heart
Location: Starbase Ronin/U.S.S Lincoln
Timeline: MD03 1025hrs
Peter entered the Operations center of the Starbase he quickly looked around then taking an deep breath "Who is the Duty Officer" Asked Peter
A bulky, African ethnic man in command red stood up from where he'd been bending over the shoulder of one of the operations staff. "That would be me." The man spoke with a clearly Chicago accent, meaning that his parentage likely lay in the African-American population of Earth's Central America. "Commander Joseph Critchley, Station CO. Can I help you, Commander?"
"I need to take an Look at the Linclon, with all Secuitey Personal Removed from the area" Finished Peter
"Care to explain your reasoning for that request?" Critchley asked, stepping down from the console he was overseeing and towards the newcomer. "Security personnel are placed onboard inactive ships for a reason, and only my clearance code, or the code of a small number of my senior staff will have them removed."
Peter Smiled as he motioned for the Man to come over to an Computer Station Peter Quickly Entered his Access Code with his Intelligence Clearance and Displayed were Security Clearance From the Federation Security Director
"Commander, this is why I can't give an full Reason, I am under Orders the Federation Security Director Believes there could be an passable mole In Starfleet" Said Peter as he crossed his Arms
"I would remotely check the Lincolns computer it won't work, she has been inactive for a while now and not on the stations network anymore" Finished Peter Plainly
Critchley beckoned over a man who had been standing discreetly watching the two since Peter had made his request. The man was himself a Lieutenant Commander, and dressed in the grey uniform of a Starfleet Intelligence officer. The CIO of the station knew Critchley well enough to understand what he wanted, and so moved over towards the console the code had been typed in on and started entering a few of his own commands.
"Why the Lincoln, Commander? She's been shut down for a major refit, and she's an old Ambassador class, if my memory serves correctly, brought over from Starbase 386 to our shipyards here. I don't see why she would be the target for a potential security breach." Joseph had a bad feeling about his man, and his attitude was annoying him - barging into his CiC and making demands of him in his own station, clearance or not.
"The truth be told Commander, I am unsure myself but these were the Orders givening to Me by the Federation Secuitey Director, Currently my Ship is Under Slient Running due to other Orders given to her" Finished Peter
The station's CIO looked up from the console he had been tapping away on, and nodded to Critchley. "The clearance code is current and valid, Sir," he reported.
"Commander, All I need to Access to the Bridge you can keep your personal in the Airlock if you wish" Finished Peter with an Smile
Critchley nodded reluctantly. "Armatage. Have the USS Lincoln transferred to docking bay 3. Order all on-board personnel to assemble outside the airlock, and await further orders." He didn't take his eyes off the young outsider to his station while he gave his orders. "Be quick, Commander. The yard master won't be happy at having the work refitting her interrupted. And be prepared for certain systems and consoles to be in pieces, you're interrupting some major work here on her."
Peter then headed for the trobolift once he entered he looked at the PADD in his hand as he pressed the button for the docking bay. On the padd was an Command Control Program for the Main Computer of the U.S.S Linclon to Release Control to him Peter thought all this to stop one man he took an deep breath and knew that if the Captian whent after him it would be Tatics and the rule of the game the better one wins.
Peter Enter the Semi Lit Bridge then took an seat at the Operations Station
~Computer Secuitey Access Brown, Peter Lieutennent Cheif Operations Officer, Update Command Protocols Authorization Brown-Echo-Alpha-Niner Seven, Upload from Padd D-465-Echo~
~Working~
"Commander! There's something going on with the Lincoln. She's powering up systems, and transferring to internal power. Her engines are coming online."
"Bastard. I knew there was something wrong about that Brown." Critchley swung straight into action, though he knew now it would be nothing more than damage control. "Harthage! Shut him out, and don't bother telling me that the ship's not connected to our network with the systems offline for the refit, because you and I both know damn well that you have your own ways of getting into a ship's systems from here."
"Aye, sir." For once the CIO didn't offer any quick remarks or jokes, and got straight to work. "What? Commander, my back door's been blocked. Almost every command system onboard has been reprogrammed. I can't shut her down."
"Commander! She's moving out of the docking bay... she's going to rip out the umbilicals if we don't detach! The teams from inside the ship are still in there, Sir!"
"Dammit, Brown!" Critchley shouted into the air, as if the Commander could somehow hear him. "Detach the umbilicals, and get those people out of there! Get a lock on that ship, and charge phasers and tractor beams."
Harthage looked up from his console as the rest of the crew responded to orders. "We're going to fire on our own ship, Sir?" he said, quietly.
"I'd rather see her in pieces than in the hands of a renegade, though the tractor beams are the first option," Critchley replied. Usually he was glad of the CIO's second point of view, but today he didn't have time for it.
Peters Hands flew on the Operations Station as he rose Sheilds and Arms Weapons Bringing the Ship to Red Alert then he walked to the Command Chair and Sat down and took and deep breath knowing what know that he had to do.
~Computer Voice Print Commands~
~Computer Target Aft Phasers on Docking Bay 2-Beta and Fire~
==^==Computer Enable==^==
"30 Seconds" Said Peter to Himself
~Computer Lay In an Course Devils Neblua Warp 8, Enable~
"Commander - he's chargining shields and weapons."
"Harthage! What's the Lincoln's capabilities? Could we not have gotten lucky just once, and find that the shipyards had dismantled the weapons?" Critchley barked.
"Not so lucky, Sir." Harthage replied. "She doesn't have any probes or torpedoes onboard anymore, but the launching mechanisms are still there. Half of her phaser banks are still operational too, which gives her 5 working arrays."
"Sir, he's targetted bay 2-beta! He's firing!"
The station rocked even as far away from the blast as CiC, though that wasn't necessarily telling of how bad the damage was. "Damage report!"
"Bay 2-beta is severely damage, no casualties, but a large number of injuries from personnel in nearby sections." The officer who relayed the report tapped at the control panel infront of him, having used the side of it to counteract the force which had tried to throw his balance. "There's a shuttle launching from one of the other bays, sir - on that side of the station. IFF shows that it's the one Brown arrived in, Sir."
"Who the hell's on it?" Critchley knew the situation was beginning to get out of control now, and he just had to do his best with what he had, though he knew by now that Peter would be getting away.
"Noone, Sir. It's remote-piloted." It was Harthage who answered the question, as he accessed the mission Ops console in the CiC.
"Commander, I'm detecting a core overload in the shuttle's drive systems. She's going to explode - inside our shields!"
"All hands, brace yourselves!" Critchley shouted over the comm. system, as the station once again rocked. Luckily, the CiC didn't shake as much as the first time. "Report!"
"He's gone, sir." Harthage cut in before the Ops officer could report on the station's status. "Went to warp when the shuttle exploded. The explosion threw off our targetting sensors for the phasers and tractor beams, and it also fried a number of other arrays on that side of the station. We couldn't get a fix on his heading."
"Dammit! Get me 8th Fleet command on a channel in my office!" Critchley demanded, as he began to stride to his door.
"Actually, sir, I think you might want to hold that for a second." Harthage was unusually hesitant at contradicting his CO in a matter such as who to talk to when. But he pressed on - he wouldn't have said anything if he didn't think it was important. "I have a hail coming in for you... from Captain Vorn Krace. He's Brown's commanding officer on the USS Iapetus."
"Good. Maybe we can get some answers. Put him through!"
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Commander Joseph Critchley (NPC)
Commanding Officer
Starbase Ronin
Played by Captain Krace
Lieutenant Commander Harthage (NPC)
Chief Intelligence Officer
Starbase Ronin
Played by Captain Krace
Lieutnant Commander Peter Brown
Executive Officer
USS Iapetus
&
Various NPCs
Starbase Ronin
Played by Captain Krace
