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------=_Part_4723_658980963.1515465600756 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="UTF-8" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable ((Briefing Room - StarBase 118)) [2395 - Present Day] Taelon: E-ensign Dehnir, if you happen to have some sort of...painkiller on= you, that'd, um, that'd be quite helpful. Braddock, you=E2= =80=99re... can you h-help with the door? And, Counsellor....if you'd be so kind=E2=80= =A6I w-will need your help to tell Th - em, whoever's next in rank that the Captain= is...missing. Braddock: Yes sir. Parvosi: ::Raising his voice, calling:: OK, the prybar is on, stand back,= be careful! ::He looked towards McLaren:: On three? McLaren: :: Sol nodded. :: Three sounds good. Could do 'four' if you wanted= to confuse everyone... :: Ah yes, wit for the harrowing circumstances. :: Braddock: There we go, the doors open Commander. ::The prybar and crew pulling forced the wedged doors open, revealing the= trashed state of the briefing room. Where once it had been an elegant room= with a large wooden table, a display of art and famed starships and a small= bar with food, it now looked.well, like a bomb had gone off. When = the door came open, one of the shattered paintings finally gave up the ghost and fell off the wall with a thunk.:: Taelon: T-thank you... Parvosi: Oh my Gosh! Is everyone OK?! Lyndsay: ::Lifting her head, she looked towards Taelon.:: I think, sir .= . . unless I'm missing some one . . . ::Lowering her head again, sh= e slid her right hand up her face from her nose to her forehead, massaging her temples.:: . . . I think you're the senior officer, in this room, a= t least. Braddock: I think Ensign Lyndsay is right Commander. I think you're in charge now. ::Taleon's face went mask like, lips pressed into a line and his large eyes= wide. If he was in charge they were really in trouble, weren't they= Normally, Taelon would have panicked at the very idea. He still did, somewhat, feeling that familiar chill; but it didn't feel like the = terror that'd overtaken him when Taybrim had given him command of the Colu= mbia. Maybe it was the shock, or the situation, but what surprised Taelon most wasn't the wash of terror - it was the lack of it. Alright, he thought. Okay. Fine. One minute at a time...:: Taelon: Right. Dehnir/Lyndsay: ? Braddock: The question now, is where did our crewmates go, and how do we get them back. ::And the unspoken question - were they alive? With all the pulsing in his= head, the strange figures...Taelon found himself quite sure they were still= alive. Whatever had torn open near the table hadn't been classicall= y explosive. If it'd been a true tear in space-time, the station woul= d be in tiny pieces. And if those figures hadn't been his imagination:: Taelon: ::He looked to Parvosi and the white-haired woman with him.:: You= said you had a medkit? Parvosi: Here's the medkit... ::He stopped, realizing that there were fewer= officers in here than there should be. A lot fewer.:: Where is everybody= else!? McLaren: You mean not everyone who entered the room is still in the room? Taelon: No. They're - ::He paused, licked his lips nervously - and = got another taste of his own blood, pausing to spit.:: Denir/Braddock/Lyndsay/Parvosi/McLaren: ? McLaren: Commander? What's happened? Taelon: ::He took a breath, trying to cling to that feeling of calm.:: The= senior staff are missing, they've been - taken, or sent, somewhere = else. McLaren: Ok... lets take a step back.... lay it out for me... ::Taelon paused again, but the black collar said a lot even if he had no recollection of meeting the woman before. He nodded once, walking towards= the door.:: Taelon: We assembled for a b-briefing. About halfway through, there was a= fig - a flash, some sort of anomaly. It opened over the table. ::He looked= at the few people in the room, silently counting.:: It took the Captain, Commanders Aitas, Hael, Trel'lis, West, Lieutenants Maxwell and Kas= un, Ensign Moor and crewman K'Mal. McLaren: Sounds like quite a situation... :: She looked around to the rest= of the group. It did not escape her that she was, somehow, the 2nd highest= ranking officer there. She did seem to find herself in this situation quite= often. The universe worked in mysterious ways. :: Is everyone else ok though? Taelon: I think s-so, yes. Aside from some bumps and bruises. Denir/Braddock/Lyndsay/Parvosi: ? McLaren: Zel was explaining the recent happenings to me before... Zel! Rohan: ? McLaren: Did internal sensors detect anything inside the Briefing Room around the time of the last anomaly? :: Not that she thought the sensor system was the most reliable thing right now. Sol looked to Taelon. :: I'm= wondering if they're connected... ::Taelon stepped out of the ruined briefing room, and somehow, going through that door made it more real. The Captain and most of their department heads were missing, leaving...well, him. He thought for a moment= of Anders - but the man was still in medical care and in no shape to help.= The others had gone with Theo. He tugged at the sleeve of his uniform, then set his shoulders. He didn=E2= =80=99t have to worry about what people thought of him so long as he got the others= back. That was the important thing.:: Taelon: They're definitely related. There's been a pattern = of strange debris and signals - Science had a report assembled and can pull it for you. But, the important thing is that all signs p-point to the anomalies being purposeful and not a natural occurrence. Denir/Braddock/Lyndsay/Parvosi/McLaren/Rohan: ? Taelon: I remember the name I was thinking of, now. ::He put his hand on a= nearby railing, drumming his fingers.:: The Devidians. They're some= sort of extra-dimensional...thing... ::He stopped, and shook his head. That was about all he knew. Time to address that, then:: Taelon: I think it'd be best if we, um, don't let out the c= rew is missing right away. But if these creatures are a-around and attacking, then...Ensign Braddock, can you work with ::He trailed off and looked at McLaren, realizing he didn't know he= r name.:: Denir/Braddock/Lyndsay/Parvosi/McLaren: ? Taelon: R-right, Lieutenant McLaren, can you and mister Braddock find a-anything you can about them? I-if they're attacking us then we ne= ed to know what they are, for one, other than weird purple things... Denir/Braddock/Lyndsay/Parvosi/McLaren: ? ::Taelon ended up sitting at one of the empty consoles nearby, rubbing his= temples.:: Taelon: Ensign Dehnir, something that can dull a headache but not s-slow me= down would be...really, um, really nice, if you can improvise one Denir/Braddock/Lyndsay/Parvosi/McLaren: ? Taelon: ::Taelon shook his head.:: N-no, I need the headache to stay on some level, otherwise if something...something changes I won't be a= ble to tell... Denir/Braddock/Lyndsay/Parvosi/McLaren: ? Tag/TBC Lieutenant Commander Taelon Chief Science Officer Starbase 118 OPs O239303T10 -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "= UFOP: StarBase 118 - StarBase 118 Ops" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an e= mail to sb118-ops+unsubscribe@googlegroups.com. To view this discussion on the web visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/= sb118-ops/23431a46-711e-418b-8c30-f129e5d0a9c7%40googlegroups.com. 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((Briefing Room - StarBase 118))
[2395= - Present Day]

Taelon: E-ensign Dehnir, if = you happen to have some sort of...painkiller on you, that'd, um, th= at'd be quite helpful. Braddock, you're... can you h-help w= ith the door? And, Counsellor....if you'd be so kindI w-wi= ll need your help to tell Th - em, whoever's next in rank that the = Captain is...missing.

Braddock: Yes sir.

Parvosi: ::Raising his voice, calling:: OK, the prybar is o= n, stand back, be careful!=C2=A0 ::He looked towards McLaren:: On three?=C2= =A0

McLaren: :: Sol nodded. :: Three sounds good. = Could do 'four' if you wanted to confuse everyone... :: Ah yes, wit= for the harrowing circumstances. ::

Braddock: The= re we go, the doors open Commander.

::The prybar a= nd crew pulling forced the wedged doors open, revealing the trashed state o= f the briefing room. Where once it had been an elegant room with a large wo= oden table, a display of art and famed starships and a small bar with food,= it now looked.well, like a bomb had gone off. When the door came = open, one of the shattered paintings finally gave up the ghost and fell off= the wall with a thunk.::=C2=A0

Taelon: T-thank yo= u...

Parvosi: Oh my Gosh!=C2=A0 Is everyone OK?!= =C2=A0

Lyndsay:=C2=A0 ::Lifting her head, she look= ed towards Taelon.::=C2=A0 I think, sir . . . unless I'm missing so= me one . . . ::Lowering her head again, she slid her right hand up her face= from her nose to her forehead, massaging her temples.:: . . . I think you= 're the senior officer, in this room, at least.

Braddock:=C2=A0 I think Ensign Lyndsay is right Commander. I think yo= u're in charge now.

::Taleon's face went m= ask like, lips pressed into a line and his large eyes wide. If he was in ch= arge they were really in trouble, weren't they
<= br>
Normally, Taelon would have panicked at the very idea. He sti= ll did, somewhat, feeling that familiar chill; but it didn't feel l= ike the terror that'd overtaken him when Taybrim had given him comm= and of the Columbia. Maybe it was the shock, or the situation, but what sur= prised Taelon most wasn't the wash of terror - it was the lack of i= t.=C2=A0

Alright, he thought. Okay. Fine. One minu= te at a time...::=C2=A0

Taelon: Right.=C2=A0
=

Dehnir/Lyndsay: ?

Braddock: Th= e question now, is where did our crewmates go, and how do we get them back.=

::And the unspoken question - were they alive? Wi= th all the pulsing in his head, the strange figures...Taelon found himself = quite sure they were still alive. Whatever had torn open near the table had= n't been classically explosive. If it'd been a true tear in= space-time, the station would be in tiny pieces.

= And if those figures hadn't been his imagination::=C2=A0

Taelon: ::He looked to Parvosi and the white-haired= woman with him.:: You said you had a medkit?=C2=A0

Parvosi: Here's the medkit... ::He stopped, realizing that there were= fewer officers in here than there should be.=C2=A0 A lot fewer.:: Where is= everybody else!?=C2=A0

McLaren: You mean not ever= yone who entered the room is still in the room?

Ta= elon: No. They're - ::He paused, licked his lips nervously - and go= t another taste of his own blood, pausing to spit.::

Denir/Braddock/Lyndsay/Parvosi/McLaren: ?=C2=A0

McLaren: Commander? What's happened?

Taelon: = ::He took a breath, trying to cling to that feeling of calm.:: The senior s= taff are missing, they've been - taken, or sent, somewhere else.=C2= =A0

McLaren: Ok... lets take a step back.... lay i= t out for me...

::Taelon paused again, but the bla= ck collar said a lot even if he had no recollection of meeting the woman be= fore. He nodded once, walking towards the door.::=C2=A0

Taelon: We assembled for a b-briefing. About halfway through, there w= as a fig - a flash, some sort of anomaly. It opened over the table. ::He lo= oked at the few people in the room, silently counting.:: It took the Captai= n, Commanders Aitas, Hael, Trel'lis, West, Lieutenants Maxwell and = Kasun, Ensign Moor and crewman K'Mal.

McLa= ren: Sounds like quite a situation... :: She looked around to the rest of t= he group. It did not escape her that she was, somehow, the 2nd highest rank= ing officer there. She did seem to find herself in this situation quite oft= en. The universe worked in mysterious ways. :: Is everyone else ok though?<= /div>

Taelon: I think s-so, yes. Aside from some bumps a= nd bruises.

Denir/Braddock/Lyndsay/Parvosi: ?=C2= =A0

McLaren: Zel was explaining the recent happeni= ngs to me before... Zel!

Rohan: ?

McLaren: Did internal sensors detect anything inside the Briefing = Room around the time of the last anomaly? :: Not that she thought the senso= r system was the most reliable thing right now. Sol looked to Taelon. :: I&= #39;m wondering if they're connected...

::= Taelon stepped out of the ruined briefing room, and somehow, going through = that door made it more real. The Captain and most of their department heads= were missing, leaving...well, him. He thought for a moment of Anders - but= the man was still in medical care and in no shape to help. The others had = gone with Theo.

He tugged at the sleeve of his uni= form, then set his shoulders. He didn't have to worry about what pe= ople thought of him so long as he got the others back. That was the importa= nt thing.::

Taelon: They're definitely rel= ated. There's been a pattern of strange debris and signals - Scienc= e had a report assembled and can pull it for you. But, the important thing = is that all signs p-point to the anomalies being purposeful and not a natur= al occurrence.=C2=A0

Denir/Braddock/Lyndsay/Parvos= i/McLaren/Rohan: ?=C2=A0

Taelon: I remember the na= me I was thinking of, now. ::He put his hand on a nearby railing, drumming = his fingers.:: The Devidians. They're some sort of extra-dimensiona= l...thing...=C2=A0

::He stopped, and shook his hea= d. That was about all he knew. Time to address that, then::

<= /div>
Taelon: I think it'd be best if we, um, don't let= out the crew is missing right away. But if these creatures are a-around an= d attacking, then...Ensign Braddock, can you work with
<= br>
::He trailed off and looked at McLaren, realizing he didn=E2= =80=99t know her name.::

Denir/Braddock/Lyndsay/Pa= rvosi/McLaren: ?=C2=A0

Taelon: R-right, Lieutenant= McLaren, can you and mister Braddock find a-anything you can about them? I= -if they're attacking us then we need to know what they are, for on= e, other than weird purple things...

Denir/Braddoc= k/Lyndsay/Parvosi/McLaren: ?=C2=A0

::Taelon ended = up sitting at one of the empty consoles nearby, rubbing his temples.::=C2= =A0

Taelon: Ensign Dehnir, something that can dull= a headache but not s-slow me down would be...really, um, really nice, if y= ou can improvise one

Denir/Braddock/Lynds= ay/Parvosi/McLaren: ?=C2=A0

Taelon: ::Taelon shook= his head.:: N-no, I need the headache to stay on some level, otherwise if = something...something changes I won't be able to tell...
=
Denir/Braddock/Lyndsay/Parvosi/McLaren: ?=C2=A0
Tag/TBC

Lieutenant Commander Tae= lon
Chief Science Officer
Starbase 118 OPs
O2= 39303T10

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