A Helping Hand

Posted on Fri Feb 20th, 2009 @ 8:37pm by Captain Vorn Krace & Commander Peter Brown & Commander Acle Walex & Lieutenant Commander Abigail Valera

Mission: Dark Discoveries
Location: USS Iapetus - Bridge
Timeline: MD4 0820hrs

Vorn stepped onto the bridge once again - only slightly shakily by this point - glad that Annalyn had stopped trying to prevent him from getting up here at last. He didn't waste any time as he stepped out of the turbolift.

"Deactivate the ramscoops!" he shouted. "Shut off the ramscoops, and eject everything they've gathered since midnight!"

Annalyn realized what he was saying and turned pale. They had been harvesting, if she understood the Captain right. ~I am soo sorry, I don't know why they did that, I am so sorry~ she sent out.

Peter stood up and Looked at the Operations Officer

"Dump it" Said Peter as he walked over to the Captain and the Doctor

"What is going on?" asked Peter

Annalyn tried to steer the Captain to his Chair. "There are alien beings out there that it seems you were scooping up. Please help me to get the Captain to his chair, he almost bounced off the walls all the way here."

"I'm fine." Vorn said, as if trying to shrug off the help. Nevertheless, he allowed himself to be steered into his chair.

He concentrated, trying to listen to the voices still inside his head. They had quietened down as the ramscoops were deactivated, and the gas they had collected was ejected from the nacelles. He had no idea how to speak to them mentally, and so - for the moment forgetting that he was surrounded by his crew - spoke verbally, and hoped it transferred through his thoughts.

"We've deactivated our collectors, and ejected everything collected so far." he said.

~Why did you harvest us?~ came the reply.

"We didn't know." Vorn replied. "We didn't know that you lived in this nebula."

~The others.. the others who harvested us before. They will be back. We are afraid. We don't want anymore of our number to be harvested.~

"We'll help. We can stop them from harvesting again." It was at this point that Vorn opened his eyes again and looked up at a confused bridge crew. By this point, the voices had died down to one solitary voice, speaking for the group as a whole, and Vorn's brain felt it a lot easier to manage the new experience. He paused to collect his thoughts together as best he could so that he could explain it to his staff.

"There are life forms, living within the nebula. Purely energy-based, I think; at least according to them, they aren't carbon-based. I think that they emit a certain type of energy - metreon isotopes, I would guess," he said, gesturing towards the glowing dark matter nebula in the view screen, "and someone has been coming here to harvest that energy. As far as I know, Star fleet doesn't use metreon energy for anything, so it must be someone else."

Annalyn chimed in, "They are telepathic, and were screaming for help, which they forced the Captain to hear and that was why he passed out."

Vincent chimed in from behind Vorn "Metreon energy can be collected and fashioned into a dangerous Bio-weapon Captain. We studied it back at the special ops training, the Talaxians from the Delta quadrant had a metreon bomb dropped on one of their home worlds."

"We need to find these people, and stop them." Vorn said. "It's bad enough that they're killing the life forms in this nebula, but the possibility that they're creating bio-weapons is even worse."

Standing from his chair, Vorn started towards his ready room, before pausing to turn towards Peter and the rest of the bridge crew. "Run every scan of the area that you can, your priority is to search for a trail that we can follow. Secodaries are to estimate the classification of the ship we're after, and possibly who it belongs to. I want a report in the briefing room at 0900." With that he turned and continued into his ready room.

Annalyn watched as he walked away, she could tell he was holding his headache at bay bu sheer will. The shot he had before should kick in again when he stopped forcing himself awake. She turned to return to sickbay.

As soon as the door slid shut behind him, Vorn stopped trying to hide his weaknesses from his staff, and clutched his head. It still hurt, and he felt extremely tired, but now at least the life forms weren't trying to force their way into his mind.

Walking slowly over to the couch underneath his window, he dropped himself onto it and fell quickly to sleep after informing the computer to wake him shortly before the briefing.

Abigail had an angry scowl on her face, "I'm glad to know there are decent people in the universe. Why would esanyone harvt these poor beings?" She turned and sent a hurried message to Vorn's quarters. She knew he was probably tired and didn't bother sending it to his ready room. Her message was simple. What were the beings?


Peter watched as the Captian Left the Bridge he stood up and Look at him leave then looked at Abigail and walk up to her and leaned in so only she can hear "Abi, Both you and me have known each other since before i was XO, now are you OK, your not acting your self as your Friend I am worried about you" Said Peter Softly

Abigail shook her head and gave a strained smile. "Its nothing Peter. I just sent Captain Krace a message on what those creatures might be. He was the one linked to their minds after all. I figure he's busy in his ready room and I don't want to bother him so I sent the message to his quarters." Abigail looked at Peter curiously, "What makes you think I should be worried upon?" Abigail was so confused at Peter's actions that she doubted he was even the same Peter at that moment.

Vincent went to work on the tactical sensors, there had to be a trail and he owed it to Vorn to find it. He ran a spectral analysis, a trace scan, and a base engine trail. The scans were going to take some time so Vincent spent the time adjusting the targeting systems of the Iapetus.


Peter looked at her and took an deep breath and looked into Abigails eyes and looked at her then his face whent white

"err....ummm. Yes good Point, keep up the Good Work Lieutennent, Some of us are not the Same" Said Peter as he walked to the Bridge Railing he closed his Eyes as he was trying to keep an brave face on for the crew when he has his own issues to deal with Issues regarding his Personal life

"Commander Garhart, anything on Tatical Sensors" Asked Peter

Raging Eagle turned around again, looking quite frantic, "Sir, I have an idea. These...things...I understand that if we do not believe in their power, if it is simply an illusion to us, any such thing cannot effect us. Though a Vulcan mind meld would be the most useful in this sort of situation, I am sure there is something else that we could do..isn't there?"

Peter looked over towards the Cheif then took an breath

"Cheif, we must rule out the Imposable what ever remains is the truth" Said Peter

Abigail then understood. Peter was once again showing signs of liking her. She sighed and muttered, "You like me don't you?" She didn't say it loud enough for anyone to hear, but she would confront him later about it. Abigail was at a loss. She was in a love triangle and she wasn't sure who to like better. Vorn or Peter.

Peter looked at Abigail for several Moments in his Mind he Knew that after the Message From his Old Flame Sara he has Feelings for her and he thought it would never work as she would never like him in that way as Peter thought of what he needed to Do Stealing an Starship to save Lifes but getting someone to tag along in his quest will be hard. after thinking this Peter walked and sat in the Command Chair.