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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 27 2018, 10:18 AM (2,280 Views) | |
| Nick Ryder | May 3 2018, 03:03 AM Post #106 |
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"I have, not sure if it's a person or an entity or simply a codename for something or someone." V'Pier said as he clasped his hands behind his back and walked around the room. "It's a new player, but I've heard it bandied about randomly for years, but never really had context." "Director..." Angel spoke up and raised her hand slightly. "Just an observation, but if there is a conspiracy... is it Earth only or is it the Federation? They aren't one and the same after all." "Good call." Nick said, feeling rather proud of his eldest daughter. Clearly she had picked up a lot from himself and from Julie, he was feeling much better about the decision to bring her into the fold. "You know, your mother once said something like that to me once." "Yeah, she made some comment, when I asked her why it's Federation Secret Service when they're primary based in the Sol System. 'Federation and Earth aren't the same thing.'." Angel said and tapped her chin, much the same way her father did. "I hate to even think this way but... mother mentioned something she had to handle that would take her a few days, something FSS related that was an 'all hands on deck' kind of thing." "And infuriatingly enough, I reached out to them, never quite got a response other than, 'we'll get back to you'." V'Pier replied. "This kid of your's... reminds me of you." he whispered to Nick. "Best of both words eh?" Nick whispered in reply and gestured to Sandoval. "Why do you think I want the two of them together too, can learn from her. We're going to need them." "You guys are the loudest whisperers in the history of whispering men... you do realise that?" Angel said as she whispered in a much lower tone of voice as she passed between them and handed them each mugs. "And I know you don't drink, it's empty so you can do your thing..." she said to V'Pier who smirked and made the mug fill up. "Admiral T'Ver... we are going to need to be careful with the new graduates and some of the instructors, ensure that they aren't being... indoctrinated into something. That's how it starts. Kind of how we managed to get a lot of younger officers into backing the more Pro-Federation ideas within the Romulan government, get a few to at least see us as potential allies. Get to their instructors." V'Pier said as he raised an eyebrow. "Any... new staff we should be worried about?" |
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Nicholas "Nick" Ryder President Emeritas- Terra Alpha Alpha Quadrant Alliance Founder and 1st President
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| Rebecca Talon | May 3 2018, 04:09 AM Post #107 |
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The bowls of hell erupted. Rebecca was tossed from her feet and she landed in a pile with her ears ringing, and smoke burning her lungs and nostrils. The red alert klaxon blared, and the ready room was dark. The wall that separated them from the bridge was open, and she could see the utter destruction beyond. The others were stirring, save one. She pulled herself to her feet and picked herself through the rubble. Admiral Davidson had been standing closest to the wall when the explosion happened. Kneeling next to the lifeless form of Admiral Davidson she touched the neck for a pulse despite the wide lifeless eyes staring back at her. "May you find peace my friend." She stood and stepped through the gaping hole and onto what was left of her bridge. Captain Karrak lay on the deck not far from the center seat. She rushed to him. "No! No! No!" Rolling him onto his back the Gorn let out a ragged breath. "It's okay we're going to get you some help." She frantically tapped her combadge, "Bridge to Sickbay. Medical emergency!" Nothing. She tapped it again and repeated herself. Again nothing. "What the hell?" Finally she realized that she wasn't getting a chip as the com line was opened. "Communications must be down. Someone?!" A heavy hand grasped her pant leg, and she dropped next to Karrak. Her hand was over a gushing wound, and blood seeped through her fingers. "Becca... I'm ssssorry." "Sorry? What are you sorry for?" "I..." And the Gorn's eyes rolled back into his head. "No! Don't you fucking die on me," Rebecca yelled. "You don't die in space dock!" Then she realized the gushing wound was no longer gushing. She jerked away and reflexively her hand went to her mouth leaving a hand print of blood on her face. She didn't react to that as tears started to roll down her cheeks. |
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| Nick Ryder | May 3 2018, 10:54 AM Post #108 |
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The blast had sent both Nick and Angel slamming into the wall of her ready room, the only thing that saved them both from broken necks, was Director V'Pier putting himself between them and the wall and flattening himself out. "That is another one you owe me solid..." V'Pier muttered as he reconstituted himself and helped Angelica to her feet. "Ladies first. And you're in better shape than your old man... run and get to medics from sickbay." he tapped his comm badge. "Comms are down." he pulled Nick to his feet and shook him to get him to wake up. "Hey, Ryder... wake the fuck up..." "Wha?" Nick could only hear white noise as his ears were still ringing from the blast. One massive downside to his enhanced senses. "I can't hear!" he shouted. Not missing a beat, V'Pier used sign language to give him orders, then he noticed T'Ver's prone form and rushed over to help her. "Hey... Admiral... " he shook her and rolled his eyes. "Hey Old Lady!" |
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| Angel Ryder | May 3 2018, 11:12 AM Post #109 |
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Angel ran out of the ready room and saw Becca kneeling over her Gorn XO, she stopped in her tracks and went over to her. "Ma'am... I'm going to get medics... " she saw that he had stopped breathing. "Are... are you..." she could see the tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry Admiral..." Angel said softly and gave Becca a hug. "We are going to find who did this... dad and V'Pier are awake... just... stay here ma'am, I'll get help." Getting to her feet and avoiding the debris and other fallen, but alive crew, she made her way to the turbolift, which, thankfully was still functional. "Computer... sickbay." "Cannot comply." it intoned. "Why not?" Angel glared at the control panel. "Manual control only, computer control to this deck is offline." It replied. "Now I know why my father's ships have fist indents..." Angel muttered and opened the panel for the manual controls, in someways it it surprised her how much of her father's training and little lessons over the years were paying off today. What worried her was what they were just discussing was followed up by... this. First day 'on the job' and she was already in the thick of it. She wondered if her father and her 'Aunt' Becca's first days were anything like this. 10 minutes later -- Angel came back to the bridge with medics from sickbay and helped to carry a floating stretcher that had multiple stretchers attached to it, as there were more than a few causalities and transporters were still spotty. Whoever hit them really planned for this. "Ensign." her father called her over and motioned to the console he was working on. "Take over for me, I'm waiting on responses from Starbase 1. I routed comms through one of the shuttles in the hanger." he whispered in her ear. "You're impressing people, you're keeping it together. Just keep it together for a little while longer." "Da... Admiral..." Angel cleared her throat as another officer walked past them. "Is that the same communicator you always wear or is it new? It looks different." "It's new. Newer. Why?" Nick raised an eyebrow. "Just... strange that when we were discussing some very... nasty things... this happens almost on cue. We should check all the communicators, remember that 'open mic' trick mom taught Jack when he was being bullied in school?" Angel said softly. "My genius daughter." Nick whispered and put his hand on her shoulder. "Good call." |
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Vice Admiral Angelica "Angel" Ryder CO TAS Seraphim - 414th Engineering & Planetary Defense Fleet "Yes, I am chronically perky. Deal with it." | |
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| Rebecca Talon | May 3 2018, 03:15 PM Post #110 |
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Rebecca approached them. Her attitude contradicted the pain in her eyes. "The international sensors should give us a clue. We will need to transfer command to the battle bridge." |
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| Nick Ryder | May 3 2018, 05:00 PM Post #111 |
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Nick nodded his head and walked over to a computer terminal. "Computer. Transfer all command and control functions to Battle Bridge, Authorisation Epsilon Delta Charlie 2, System Admin." "Confirmed." the computer intoned. "Helps having the backdoor into all our ships." Nick whispered to Angel and cleared his throat. "Help get T'Ver and Mattis on their feet." he told Angel as he put his hand on Becca's back. "We're going to avenge this. I promise." |
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| Rebecca Talon | May 4 2018, 12:12 AM Post #112 |
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"I am going to have to change that," Rebecca grumbled as she stepped into the turbolift. "You, you, and you. You're with us," she ordered three of the security officers including Lt. Sunstrider who had came to the bridge in response of the explosion. They were in the way. The officers entered the turbolift and the doors shut. Rebecca used the keypad in the wall to get the lift going. This shaft only went one place, so it lacked complicated circuitry. The battle bridge illuminated on their arrival. "Ensign take the helm until relife arrives, she said to a short blonde haired man with at least two days of beard growth. "Wepons are fully operational," Lehona reported from the tactical station. "There are micro fractures in the hull on deck one. Transporters are down. Structural integrity is down to less than 40%. The explosion caused and EPS surge, and there is a plasma fire on deck two. Sickbay is reporting four fatalities including Captain Karrak. Ensign Diodosio is in critical condition and the prognosis is not good. Admiral T'ver, and General Mattis have suffered concussions, and broken bones but are expected to make a full recovery." "Thank you lieutenant. I'm glad you weren't on the bridge." The Narlin nodes, "I understand ma'am." "Lieutenant can you pull up the bridelge internal sensor logs. Let's start with visual and bring it up on the viewscreen." "Aye ma'am." The Erebus bridge came up on the screen. On the top a time code ticked away. Every thing looked normal. The positions we're being manned by officers that had nothing to do. Lt. Commander Vasily Petrov entered the bridge. He was wearing a strange uniform. Black, and trimmed in white. Karrak turned to Petrov, "Commander you are out of uniform. Pleassse return to your quarters and change." Petrov glared at Karrak. "I don't think so alien scum." Karrak started to speak, but Petrov yelled above him, "Earth For Humans." A split second later the explosive that he had strapped to his body erupted, and the camera winked out and the log was replaced with static. Rebecca covered her mouth. For the first time she remembered Karrak's dried blood was there from earlier. She stood staring into nothing partially catatonic. |
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| Nick Ryder | May 4 2018, 12:28 AM Post #113 |
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"I've seen that uniform before." Nick said bitterly. "FSS Dress uniform." Angels said and crossed her arms. "Angelica. Call your mother." Nick replied and felt the ring around his finger. "We have some pointed questions for her." he walked up to Becca and put his hand on her shoulder. |
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| Rebecca Talon | May 4 2018, 12:35 AM Post #114 |
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The touch snapped her out of it, and she quickly wiped a tear away. "This can't be coincidence. I don't think Karrak was the target. We were." |
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| Nick Ryder | May 4 2018, 06:28 AM Post #115 |
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"Timing was too suspect, I agree." Nick said as he nodded his head in agreement. "I didn't tell Julie I'd be on the Erebus or that Angel was here, I haven't had any contact with her in days." he leaned against a console. "But If this is something with people she works with... " "Two attacks in as many days." Angel said softly as she approached them. "Maybe I watch too many old spy movies and tv shows and read too many comic books but... question we really need to ask is... what's the next target?" she straightened up and clasped her hands in front of her. "Only a matter of time before Starfleet Security is all over this and the SCIS" |
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| Rebecca Talon | May 4 2018, 01:00 PM Post #116 |
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"There appears to be spies everywhere. I can push off security. I would rather keep this in house." |
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| Nick Ryder | May 4 2018, 05:05 PM Post #117 |
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"I think Angel needs to stick to you like glue. I'm sturdier than you Becca." Nick said with a half smile. "I can take some pretty nasty hits, so can Angel. Picture her like a younger, prettier, smaller version of me about fifteen years ago. Not 20... I was a young idiot twenty years ago. This girl is smarter than I am and calmer." he took a breath and looked at them. "I'm going to see what Director V'Pier's contacts have, he's got fingers in every agencies pie. But we need to avoid drawing too much attention, we got hit hard just when we were meeting about this, but who next? What's the next target?" |
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| Rebecca Talon | May 4 2018, 09:08 PM Post #118 |
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"It would stand to reason that it could be us again. Of course this could have been a coincidence, and Karrak was the real target. But, I don't think so, and I suspect you agree with me." |
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| Nick Ryder | May 5 2018, 01:17 AM Post #119 |
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"Which is why I want Angel with you." Nick said softly. "If this is Julie's people... she won't let anything happen to her. I hope. Me, on the other hand. I've been shot, stabbed, blown up, sucked out airlocks, and oh yeah stepped on and I am still here." |
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| Rebecca Talon | May 5 2018, 01:43 AM Post #120 |
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Rebecca nodded. Had she not been in such a piss poor mood she might have joked about about how he was running out of his nine lives. Instead she replied, "Keep yourself safe out there okay?" |
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