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------=_Part_111_1178637723.1515626112472 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="UTF-8" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable ((Starbase 118,CO's office)) [2375] ::One good old portuguese stew is made with many ingredients. Pork, chicken, beans, potatoes, turnip, among others. The great mix grants it a= delicious flavor and a good strong meal. But =E2=80=9Cbeing in a stew=E2=80=9D is an old portuguese expression that = can be freely translated as, being in a awkward and potentially dangerous situation. Like being on the edge of a clif just in your underwear. But Vitor wasn't in his underwear, he was with a 20 year old unifor= m, well 20 year old in design, because some of the command crew were transported to= the past, 20 years in the past to be exact, during a briefing and ended up= with a damaged Hub and no one in sight. Theories were forming, but they needed to get better access to get more knowledge on their situation. Not yet on the stew, but something was really cooking.:: Silveira: The CO's office is too clean. If the Dominion attacked pr= imarily Engineering, what the hell drew that hole in the Hub? And if we are on the= aftermath of it, where are the repair crews? Kasun: I'd say a good assumption would be that the reason for every= one's absence is the reason for us being in the past perhaps? Taybrim: Possibly... Maxwell: Guys! ::Pause:: Where's Rustyy? Kasun: Wasn't he with you? Taybrim: He was up in the turbolift access. ::He scrambled to his feet, feeling a sense of foreboding.:: Rustyy, are you OK up there?! ::Rustyy mumbled something before he gave a small yelp as an arc of electricity leapt out at him. He jumped back, shaking his head as if burned and started to topple out of his perch in the access panel on the ceiling. Sal called on them.:: Taybrim: Catch him! ::Vitor moved as quickly as he could but both K'Mal and and Ishani = beat him to it. Still he joined the fray and they ended knocking out the science crewman.:: K'Mal: Oooomph ::Vitor rolled out of the mosh pit as Moor anticipated Sal's orders= .:: Taybrim: Ian, check him out, see if he's ok! Kasun: He's unconscious. I don't see any blood either? Silveira: Me neither. West/Maxwell: ? K'Mal: Aaaaahhnnnn Oh umnnnn Moor: Try not to move Mr. K'Mal, Crewman 3rd Class. ::he smiled at= K'Mal in an attempt to comfort him:: We'll be with you in just a minute.= ::Vitor turned as the doors opened.:: Taybrim: Trel'lis! Oh my gosh, what happened? Are you ok? Trel'lis: I think so. It seems I transported =E2=80=98sideways', o= ut of the briefing room! Taybrim: We didn't realize anyone transporter out of the briefing room. ::he took in a breath:: I'm so glad you're safe. ::He waved her in and waved for those covering the door to shut it again.:: Trel'lis: What in the world just happened and why does everything look so= *different*? Kasun: We're in the Starfleet's beige colored past. Silveira: And I left my color crayons two decades forward... Moor: ::Looking at Rustyy:: I don't think there's any conc= ussion but that bump on the back of the head =E2=80=98sgonna leave a mark. ::Sudenly a hologram had joined them. Whatever Rustyy was doing triggered= a sort of message, that could be heard on the Station.:: Kalendra: If you are seeing this, you probably have experienced the inevitable, or at least I have. It was a pleasure tormenting you all and I= will so miss it. But I am not an ungracious guest so I have left you all a= gift.....one which will appear upon my removal from the base and one which= will complete my memory. I do hope you get a bang out of this last one, as= the 200 kilos of Tarmanian Mining Explosive located in one of your lower decks is so hard to come by. You should be appreciative at the expense I have extolled upon you. Till we meet again. Good night and sweet dreams. ::The cooker was lit. The pot started boiling. It was oficial, they were on= the stew.:: Taybrim: Oh my Rings, the Kalendra bombing. Moor: Who the hell was that? K'Mal: ::looking to the others:: bombing?? Aitas: That does indeed explain the situation. Trel'lis: Who WAS that?? Silveira: ::speaking to himself:: The Chef ::He turned to the othe= rs.:: It looks like we have another problem on our hands. West/Maxwell: ? Taybrim: ::He pointed at the fading holoprojection:: That's Kalendra Solret. A pirate, member of the Syndicate, had a vendetta against Captain= Arvanon and crew. She attacked the StarBase with a rogue Romulan Warbird= and was nearly captured, but evaded capture and bombed the Starbase. K'Mal: ::trying to stand up:: Is that what this is? A bombing?= Kasun: Seems to be. :: Her tone was too mild.:: Though it appears it=E2=80= =99s not the end of all of it. Silveira: So how was this solved? West/Maxwell: ? Trel'lis: Was the bomb diffused? Taybrim: ::Somewhat anguished:: No! They don't diffuse the bombs. She blows this place apart and that's why they had the opportunity to rebuild= it so much bigger! Moor: So, we're on a ticking time bomb? K'Mal: ...but all the people. The death ::grippin= g his side harder:: Aitas: ::sharply:: We're not here to change the timeline. ::her voice softened, just a little.:: Not for this, not for my father. Kasun: :: quietly :: I don't think we could even if we wanted to.= Silveira: OK, but we still have some time Right? West/Maxwell: ? Taybrim: No, back then they only had a small civilian population - the whole base was evacuated. ::He took in a sharp breath:: We have two days= to figure out what's messing up the timeline and to get off this base or we'll become stardust in the worst possible way K'Mal: ::softly to himself:: I don't want to die...Not toda= y. Kasun: Nor I. Silveira: And we won't. West/Maxwell: ? Trel'lis: ::quietly:: Neither do I. Aitas: Captain, I should be able to handle one of the control stations with= some minor assistance. ::She looked over among the assembled group.:: Commander West and Ensign Moor, perhaps. And Commander Hael, that way the= good doctor can keep an eye on the both of us. Taybrim/West/Moor: ? Kasun: :: To Aitas :: I can help. Not with the controls but other things.= :: She gave them a weak smile. :: You'll need someone to haul Hael = around quickly if something happens after all. Silveira: Besides we need to find our way back to our timeline. Maxwell/K'Mal: ? ::Aitas leaned against the wall, taking slow, careful breaths.:: Aitas: I fear I'm not in a state for too much wandering around the station,= even if it is smaller these days. Kasun: You're not alone. ::Vitor nodded and gave them an assuring grin.:: Silveira: Off course not. Trel'lis: ::still reeling, slightly:: Once I =E2=80=98stabilize=E2= =80=99, I should be able to assist whoever needs it. Kasun: :: Mildly as she pulled Hael over her shoulder. :: Oh you have the= time dissonance too. Taybrim/Any: ? Trel'lis: ::leaning to Taybrim:: Perhaps we can get answers, withou= t raising suspicions? Taybrim/Any: ? Trel'lis: If we're spotted encountered, we play our =E2=80= =98roles' and carry on casual convos, which can elicit key cluse, to what happened overall. Taybrim: ? ::Vitor walked slowly around the room. They needed options, Sal needed options. So he started thinking about time travel. He wasn't exactl= y an expert, and although he considered himself a History buff, he was more specialized in military history, and Earth's ancient history in particularly. But time travel was possible, as had been proven. And perhaps they could use the situation to their advantage. It was crazy, probably impossible. But maybe if they all worked on it they= might come up with something. Vitor brewed his idea for a few more minutes ignoring the others and then= turned to them, and with a grin he raised his voice, using one of his infamous trademark lines.:: Silveira: I have an idea. Taybrim/West/Maxwell/Kasun/Aitas/Trel=C2=B4lis/Moor/K'Mall: ? Silveira: We might use the bombing to our advantage. Taybrim/West/Maxwell/Kasun/Aitas/Trel=C2=B4lis/Moor/K'Mall: ? Silveira: Slingshot effect. It might get us back to our time. Taybrim/West/Maxwell/Kasun/Aitas/Trel=C2=B4lis/Moor/K'Mall: ? Silveira: Now that is what we need to work on. If we can find a shuttle we= might just make it back. ::He raised an eyebrow:: I mean forth ::h= e shook his head and waved his hands.:: In time You know what I mean... Taybrim/West/Maxwell/Kasun/Aitas/Trel=C2=B4lis/Moor/K'Mall: ? TAG/TBC Lt. Cmd. Vitor S. Silveira Chief of Operations Starbase 118 Ops O238907VS0 -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "= UFOP: StarBase 118 - StarBase 118 Ops" group. 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((Starbase 118,CO's office))

[2375]


::One good old po= rtuguese stew is made with many ingredients. Pork, chicken, beans, potatoes= , turnip, among others. The great mix grants it a delicious flavor and a go= od strong meal.

But =E2=80=9Cbeing in a stew=E2=80=9D is an old portugu= ese expression that can be freely translated as, being in a awkward and pot= entially dangerous situation.


Like being on the edge of a clif just = in your underwear.


But Vitor wasn't in his underwear, he was= with a 20 year old uniform, well 20 year old in design, because some of th= e command crew were transported to the past, 20 years in the past to be exa= ct, during a briefing and ended up with a damaged Hub and no one in sight. = Theories were forming, but they needed to get better access to get more kno= wledge on their situation.


Not yet on the stew, but something was re= ally cooking.::


Silveira: The CO's office is too clean. If = the Dominion attacked primarily Engineering, what the hell drew that hole i= n the Hub? And if we are on the aftermath of it, where are the repair crews= ?


Kasun: I'd say a good assumption would be that the reason = for everyone's absence is the reason for us being in the past perha= ps?


Taybrim: Possibly...


Maxwell: Guys! ::Pause:: Where=E2=80= =99s Rustyy?


Kasun: Wasn't he with you?


Taybrim: He w= as up in the turbolift access. =C2=A0::He scrambled to his feet, feeling a = sense of foreboding.:: Rustyy, are you OK up there?!


::Rustyy mumb= led something before he gave a small yelp as an arc of electricity leapt ou= t at him. =C2=A0He jumped back, shaking his head as if burned and started t= o topple out of his perch in the access panel on the ceiling. =C2=A0Sal cal= led on them.::


Taybrim: Catch him! =C2=A0


::Vitor moved as qu= ickly as he could but both K'Mal and and Ishani beat him to it. Sti= ll he joined the fray and they ended knocking out the science crewman.::




K'Mal: Oooomph


::Vitor rolled out of = the mosh pit as Moor anticipated Sal's orders.::


Taybrim: Ia= n, check him out, see if he's ok! =C2=A0


Kasun: He's unc= onscious. =C2=A0I don't see any blood either?


Silveira: Me = neither.


West/Maxwell: ?


K'Mal: =C2=A0Aaaaahhnnnn=E2= =80=A6 Oh umnnnn =C2=A0


Moor: =C2=A0Try not to move Mr. K= 'Mal, Crewman 3rd Class. ::he smiled at K'Mal in an attempt= to comfort him:: =C2=A0We'll be with you in just a minute. =


::Vitor turned as the doors opened.::


Taybrim: Trel'lis! =C2= =A0Oh my gosh, what happened? =C2=A0Are you ok?


Trel'lis: =C2= =A0I think so. It seems I transported =E2=80=98sideways', out of th= e briefing room!


Taybrim: We didn't realize anyone transporter o= ut of the briefing room. =C2=A0::he took in a breath:: I'm so glad you&= #39;re safe. ::He waved her in and waved for those covering the door to shu= t it again.::


Trel'lis: What in the world just happened and why = does everything look so *different*?

Kasun: We're in the St= arfleet's beige colored past.


Silveira: And I left my color = crayons two decades forward...


Moor: =C2=A0::Looking at Rustyy:: I d= on't think there's any concussion but that bump on the back= of the head =E2=80=98sgonna leave a mark.


::Sudenly a hologram had = joined them. =C2=A0Whatever Rustyy was doing triggered a sort of message, t= hat could be heard on the Station.::


Kalendra: If you are seeing thi= s, you probably have experienced the inevitable, or at least I have. It was= a pleasure tormenting you all and I will so miss it. But I am not an ungra= cious guest so I have left you all a gift.....one which will appear upon my= removal from the base and one which will complete my memory. I do hope you= get a bang out of this last one, as the 200 kilos of Tarmanian Mining Expl= osive located in one of your lower decks is so hard to come by. You should = be appreciative at the expense I have extolled upon you. Till we meet again= . Good night and sweet dreams.


::The cooker was lit. The pot started= boiling. It was oficial, they were on the stew.::


<= p dir=3D"ltr" style=3D"line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">= Taybrim:= Oh my Rings, the Kalendra bombing.


Moor: =C2=A0Who the hell was tha= t?


K'Mal: =C2=A0::looking to the others:: bombing??

A= itas: That does indeed explain the situation.


Trel'lis: W= ho WAS that??

Silveira: ::speaking to himself:: The Chef := :He turned to the others.:: =C2=A0It looks like we have another problem on = our hands.


West/Maxwell: ?


Taybrim: ::He pointed at the fadin= g holoprojection:: =C2=A0That's Kalendra Solret. =C2=A0A pirate, member= of the Syndicate, had a vendetta against Captain Arvanon and crew. =C2=A0S= he attacked the StarBase with a rogue Romulan Warbird and was nearly captur= ed, but evaded capture and bombed the Starbase.


K'Mal: =C2= =A0::trying to stand up:: =C2=A0Is that what this is? =C2=A0A bombing?


Kasun: Seems to be. :: Her tone was too mild.:: =C2=A0Though it appears= it's not the end of all of it.


Silveira: So how was this s= olved?


West/Maxwell: ?


Trel'lis: Was the bomb diffuse= d?


Taybrim: ::Somewhat anguished:: No! =C2=A0They don't diffuse = the bombs. =C2=A0She blows this place apart and that's why they had the= opportunity to rebuild it so much bigger!


Moor: So, we're = on a ticking time bomb?


K'Mal: ...but all the people=E2=80= =A6. The death ::gripping his side harder::


Aitas: ::shar= ply:: We're not here to change the timeline. ::her voice softened, just= a little.:: Not for this, not for my father.


Kasun: :: quietly :: I= don't think we could even if we wanted to.


Silveira: OK,= but we still have some time Right?


West/Maxwell: ?<= /p>

= Taybrim: No, back then they only had a small civilian population - the whol= e base was evacuated. =C2=A0::He took in a sharp breath:: We have two days = to figure out what's messing up the timeline and to get off this base o= r we'll become stardust in the worst possible way


K'Mal= : ::softly to himself:: I don't want to die...Not today.

=

Kas= un: Nor I.


Silveira: And we won't.


West/Maxwell: ?


Trel'lis: ::quietly:: Neither do I.


Aitas: Captain, I shoul= d be able to handle one of the control stations with some minor assistance.= ::She looked over among the assembled group.:: Commander West and Ensign M= oor, perhaps. And Commander Hael, that way the good doctor can keep an eye = on the both of us.


Taybrim/West/Moor: ?


Kasun: :: To Aitas = :: I can help. Not with the controls but other things. :: She gave them a w= eak smile. :: You'll need someone to haul Hael around quickly if so= mething happens after all.


Silveira: Besides we need to find our way= back to our timeline.


Maxwell/K'Mal: ?


::Aitas leaned ag= ainst the wall, taking slow, careful breaths.::


Aitas: I fear I'= ;m not in a state for too much wandering around the station, even if it is = smaller these days.


Kasun: You're not alone.


=

::Vitor= nodded and gave them an assuring grin.::


Silveira: Off course not. =


Trel'lis: ::still reeling, slightly:: Once I =E2=80=98stabi= lize', I should be able to assist whoever needs it.

=

Kasun: = :: =C2=A0Mildly as she pulled Hael over her shoulder. :: Oh you have the ti= me dissonance too.


Taybrim/Any: ?


Trel'lis: ::leaning= to Taybrim:: Perhaps we can get answers, without raising suspicions?


Trel'lis: If we're spotted encounte= red, we play our =E2=80=98roles' and carry on casual convos, which = can elicit key cluse, to what happened overall.


Taybrim: ?

:= :Vitor walked slowly around the room. They needed options, Sal needed optio= ns. So he started thinking about time travel. He wasn't exactly an = expert, and although he considered himself a History buff, he was more spec= ialized in military history, and Earth's ancient history in particu= larly. But time travel was possible, as had been proven.

And perhaps t= hey could use the situation to their advantage.


It was crazy, proba= bly impossible. But maybe if they all worked on it they might come up with = something.


Vitor brewed his idea for a few more minutes ignoring the= others and then turned to them, and with a grin he raised his voice, using= one of his infamous trademark lines.::


Silveira: I have an idea.


Taybrim/West/Maxwell/Kasun/Aitas/Trel=C2=B4lis/Moor/K'Mall: ?=


Silveira: We might use the bombing to our advantage.


=

Taybrim= /West/Maxwell/Kasun/Aitas/Trel=C2=B4lis/Moor/K'Mall: ?

Silve= ira: Slingshot effect. It might get us back to our time.


Taybrim/Wes= t/Maxwell/Kasun/Aitas/Trel=C2=B4lis/Moor/K'Mall: ?


<= span style=3D"font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); bac= kground-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east= -asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Silveira:= Now that is what we need to work on. If we can find a shuttle we might jus= t make it back. ::He raised an eyebrow:: I mean forth ::he shook h= is head and waved his hands.:: In time You know what I mean...


Taybrim/West/Maxwell/Kasun/Aitas/Trel=C2=B4lis/Moor/K'Mall: ?