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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Sept 28, 2009 19:42:09 GMT -6
Location: Sickbay
Sabina is unaware of being put back on the biobed or being treated for severe symptoms of hypoxia and altitude sickness. The dexamethasone was a steroid drug that worked toward treating the cerebral edema caused by hypoxia. Her vitals would slowly stabalize and remain fairly constant.
Meanwhile, members of the medical staff who had been hiding in private rooms with the patients who had been moved to areas with better air began to come out to assist the injured security officers. The marine who had been killed by Tyler was taken back to the crowded morgue. Nurse Green goes over to help Tam heal his phaser wounds.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Oct 6, 2009 2:50:22 GMT -6
Location: Main Engineering
Colonel Grant, Captain Zek’dyn and Chief Bob Murkeye, had made it to Main Engineering without much difficulty. They’d made good timing in crossing the heavily damaged corridors, and climbing through a few disabled turbo lift shafts; although the Colonel seemed to being slowing everyone down. Pain killers or not, a body could only perform so well after being so injured.
Once they entered Main Engineering, everyone had begun to take measure of their surroundings. Like the corridors they’d passed through on their way, the area had suffered heavy damage; both from outside attackers and interior damage. There were crew casualties everywhere, blown out consoles, damaged work stations, but the Warp Core still seemed to pulse without ill; albeit slowly and purposefully. It was while checking the Core that he’d noticed an odd object, completely alien, sitting in the middle of area; a small disk like object that was humming and oscillating. “Chief, what do you make of it?”
While speaking with Bob, he’d looked at Zek as well “Captain; try and find some good cover, we’ll want to get Tyler as soon as gets here. Alive if possible; but we’ll use whatever means necessary to protect this ship.” He found himself wondering if Sabal was on her way down as well, or rather in a few minutes, to allow for Tyler’s arrival. He tried to convince himself that there was another way, but time didn’t allow it, and Tyler’s actions seemed to horrific to just ‘explain away’.
OOC NOTE: Time may partially advance between Bob’s response and Tyler’s entrance, but I wanted to allow for the story to move forward to her Amber’s posting delay for the current timeframe (please see Imperium Leave of Absence Post).
Colonel Grant knew that Tyler would be coming, but had no way of knowing that Tyler was truly on his way there already, not to mention that he was closer then they thought. Zek had gotten into cover, but Colonel Grant was still in the open when Tyler stumbled into Main Engineering.
Location: Main Engineering
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Post by Miranda P. Shaw | DragonflyMod on Oct 10, 2009 11:29:16 GMT -6
OOC – Tyler = Teal | Branson = Maroon personalities. Branson stumbled in where he placed the device that he seem to not recall doing. His enhanced brain was damaged and his original persona bleed in to the Tyler personality. For the current moment his 2 polar halves existed in a single body. Just as Colonel Grant were to hide; Branson saw him. He came from the rear of the Colonel and he spoke out. Didn’t think such great men hide. You can’t fool another coward by hiding. The Branson persona spoke; he might not have known there were others but felt it in his gut. Colonel, why? Why do against what is best for all of us. Mr. Tyler wanted to understand his defiance of his actions. You shouldn’t be up and about. You should be resting and heed your XO’s consul. Tyler tried to convey his programmed concern of the well fair of the Commanding officer. He stepped forward where his left hand holding a phaser and the right bleeding from the force field. The Colonel’s XO was bleeding from his head, his uniform soaked in others blood and his once stoic face expressed emotion. You know, if you only stayed on this damage boat with your crew. You wouldn’t have the need to write, ‘I’m sorry I killed your sons or daughters. If only I stayed and sent my XO on the away mission I could have saved them. ’ Branson chuckled, You know Sam. I think you have killed more then I have been able to do. Where better yet you didn’t mean to where in my past I enjoyed and wanted to. He walked around the Colonel. They say life is precious, however look how easily its all dismissed. He walks to a dead body on the ground and he kneeled down and pulled on the dead body’s head. Ensign James? He wanted to be something more but can’t. His dead! Colonel can you look in to his lifeless eyes. Can you really write that letter to his folks that he was really a good officer. He did his best to save his crew and what the federation? Sorry i can’t even continue to say that with a strait face. Starfleet is a joke and you and everyone here including me are being played. Branson held to the ensign’s hair squeezing tightly. So hard his hands dug in to his scalp. We are all fools and the CRV is here to make every thing better? To save us from the Dominion, the Borg and whatever threats is there. The CRV isn’t all what your led to believe. He watched as the Sonic Radial start to truly do damage on the bulkheads. Quickly his demeanor changed. Sir? We should get to the safety zones. The stability to this deck is going critical. We will be expose to the vacuum of space, however we must eject the core or the whole ship will be destroyed. Or is the intention? We’re all dead and no need to write those I killed your kids I’m sorry I’m a fucked up human being. Oh wait! They weren’t all just humans so it was OK. Ha! Branson was very amused as his thoughts bleed in to Mr. Tyler’s memories and thoughts. Colonel? Sammy boy! I hate the uniforms we wear. Is a mask that hide who we truly are. So what now? you kill me already? Branson with out hesitation shot at Colonel Grant’s leg. He wanted to damage the ‘classified’ artificial leg. Torment was his intention and emotions within himself he could not contain. He hated Starfleet and the institute from all what they have made him in to.
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Post by Second Lieutenant Tam Grax on Oct 12, 2009 8:33:51 GMT -6
His arms felt weak after picking Sabina up and placing her back onto the bio bed. He knew it was due to Tyler's phaser shots. He'd given himself a pain killer but not a stimulant. He wasn't the best medical officer but he was doing what he could.
He rested his arms on the biobed Sabina rested on, feeling fatigued to move. The shot in the side didn't help much either. Beautiful, even in sleep he thought as he studied her for a few moments. He felt a twinge in his back, at the same moment the other medical staff came out of the private rooms, so he straightened up
Nurse Green came over to checks his phaser wounds and he tried to shoo her off, saying that she should check on Sabina first, make sure she is alright. He glanced up at her vitals just as Green told her that she is alright, her vitals were normal and stable
He breathed a sigh of relief and accepted help to the next biobed next to Sabina's. As Nurse Greene worked on his phaser blasted body. He looked toward Sabina, opening his mind to her and speaking directly into her mind ~ Sabina. I know that we have been through a lot, both off duty and on. I think that you're a very beautiful woman and an equally exceptional doctor. I would like to say that I admire and care for you deeply. I think I would be the luckiest person in the quadrant if you would accept my proposal to ask you out on a regular basis ~ He wondered if she would hear him in her sleep. Just for good measure, he sent a soft suggestion into her mind to remember what he said when she awoke
Nurse Green glanced over her shoulder, following his glance, and saw that he was looking at Sabina. She smirked a bit, turning back to Tam, asking you like her, yes?
Tam looked at Nurse Green with a smile and said in a low voice "Yes, very much. With all that happened between us, I could say that I love her but I don't want to push it, or scare her off"
Green nodded and continued with the phaser burns
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Oct 13, 2009 2:20:22 GMT -6
Location: Main Engineering
Colonel Grant’s ears notified him of the threat coming up from behind a split second before Tyler made his presence known, just enough for Grant to turn around quickly and catch the eye of his stalker dead on. “Didn’t think such great men hide.” Grant raised an eyebrow “Who said anything about hiding, looks like things went exactly as planned; got you down here to meet face to face didn’t I?” “You can’t fool another coward by hiding.” Replied Tyler, with an awful lot of emotion which Grant found very odd; Tyler was supposed to be cold and calculating, yet with no emotions of any kind. “Colonel, why? Why do against what is best for all of us.” Grant’s head cocked slightly to the side, his keen and trained senses alerting him something was wrong, yet he couldn’t quiet put his finger on it at this moment. “You shouldn’t be up and about. You should be resting and heed your XO’s consul.” His mind raced to sift through the information and details he was observing, quickly trying to put together the puzzle that was tugging at his brain.
Grant’s eyes quickly picked out the fact that Tyler was holding a phaser, and had him ‘dead to rights’, and he knew it. “You know, if you only stayed on this damage boat with your crew. You wouldn’t have the need to write, ‘I’m sorry I killed your sons or daughters.” It was now that Colonel Grant also noticed the blood streaking down the side of Tyler’s face from a head wound; his uniform stained with more then just his blood; but enough of it was his. “If only I stayed and sent my XO on the away mission I could have saved them.“ Intentional or not, Tyler was getting Grant’s choler up, and Samuel’s chest pounded with rage; his ears reddening with every passing moment. “You know Sam.” “That’s Colonel to you; Lieutenant… Don’t you forget that.” “I think you have killed more then I have been able to do. Where better yet you didn’t mean to where in my past I enjoyed and wanted to.” His eyes refused to leave Tyler’s as he walked towards, and around him. “They say life is precious, however look how easily its all dismissed.”
He watched Tyler lean down and grab at one of the casualties on the decking, and his raged boiled even harder and deeper. “Ensign James? He wanted to be something more but can’t. His dead!” “Soldiers die in war; Lieutenant. It’s a shitty business, but it happens; don’t think I dismiss it so easily.” Grant was furious, there were few things that could set him off so immediately; Tyler was in the process of doing it. “Colonel can you look in to his lifeless eyes. Can you really write that letter to his folks that he was really a good officer.” “Yes, I can. He was a good Officer, and so were his crew mates, both in this department and all across the ship; damn you for thinking otherwise!” His fists balled in anger, still his eyes refused to leave Tyler’s. “He did his best to save his crew and what the federation? Sorry i can’t even continue to say that with a strait face. Starfleet is a joke and you and everyone here including me are being played.” “Oh? And let me guess, you know more then everyone else. Or are you thinking more along selfish lines like your own ass and not that of the whole picture? It’s single minded tunnel vision aristocrats and isolationists like you that have caused some of the greatest catastrophes this galaxy has ever seen. You watch your tongue before you go damning everything The Federation is or Starfleet stands for; be glad you’re not just some game piece being plaid, as I’d have you discarded.”
“We are all fools and the CRV is here to make every thing better? To save us from the Dominion, the Borg and whatever threats is there. The CRV isn’t all what your led to believe.” “Great,” replied Colonel Grant with a depressive exhalation of breath “add conspiracy theorist to your list of accolades and better qualities…” Turning, to square himself at Tyler, looking at him head on, his balled fists relaxed a minute, his fingers flexing, as they re-balled. “How much of an idiot do you take me for? Damn it man! I’ve been in the investigative business for over 10 years! And am damn good at it too; do you think I’d believe such an organization was created for the simplicity of ‘policing the boarders’? I may be many things, and lacking in some areas, but if you think me naïve in the area of strategic thinking and seeing through deceitful truths; you’re not as intelligent as you think.”
“Sir? We should get to the safety zones. The stability to this deck is going critical. We will be expose to the vacuum of space, however we must eject the core or the whole ship will be destroyed.” Grant found the statement odd, yet it was the final piece of the puzzle; if he didn’t know any better, he’d say Tyler was skitsofranic… maybe it was a serious head injury…? “Or is the intention? We’re all dead and no need to write those I killed your kids I’m sorry I’m a fucked up human being. Oh wait! They weren’t all just humans so it was OK. Ha!” Colonel Grant’s rage was at it’s breaking point; he never betrayed the fact of Zek’s hiding, waiting for the right moment to strike, nor did he advertise the fact that Bob was behind him, just out of the way and site, working to figure out what the hell the odd piece of machinery was… His training prevented him from doing so…
“Colonel? Sammy boy!” His mind shifted slightly at the reference ‘Sammy boy’, as it was what Ann referred to him as on occasion, and he found himself thinking of her and hoping she too was okay; the distraction almost killed him. “I hate the uniforms we wear. Is a mask that hide who we truly are. So what now? you kill me already?” Grant’s eyes relocked with Tyler’s “I was thinking about it…” It was the split second just after his focus was regained, that Tyler fired his phaser; striking Colonel Grant in his augmetic leg. Like over a year earlier, when The Drak known as Kate had injured the same leg to such a degree it would have been almost death to ‘original limb’, it had about the same effect. At the same moment the energy blast Colonel Grant in the leg, he lunged forward towards Tyler, wrapping him up in a grapple and tackling him to the ground with a bone jarring ‘thud’. He quickly reared back, and struck Tyler in the face with a force closed fist; knocking his head back against the decking hard. He grabbed a handful of shirt, and struck again. “You stupid arrogant son of a bitch!” He hit Tyler again, and again; Grant’s fist bloodied from the strikes, the last one connecting with Tyler’s open mouth and cutting himself on his teeth.
Location: Main Engineering
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Post by Miranda P. Shaw | DragonflyMod on Oct 14, 2009 9:57:40 GMT -6
OOC – Tyler = Teal | Branson = Maroon personalities. (Whenever it happen; make it good. LOL) Branson spit out the tooth that the Colonel cut his fist on. He gave a good spat of blood, saliva and the tooth in Grant’s face. Followed by a painful chuckle; where Branson clearly didn’t take attention to the Colonel’s anger and seriousness. Commander of a starship or not he was just any typical human being. Easy prey of words to trigger simple but, however, deep emotions. The persona of Tyler never understood emotions and found it a weakness. Something he tried to edify his commander in the short time he served him under. Where it was a warning he tried to tell him that of the CRV and of him self had dark sides to be aware of and can’t afford to choose to be blind. Like many things even if it was created faithfully for good intentions. There are people who will use it for the opposite. To exploit the very people to be protected as weapons. Branson Tyler was a large unknown for Grant, he was clearly not his choice and Tyler’s very own background was concealed from his Commander. With good reason and would not be excepted if known. The poster child of the CRV was Branson Tyler; he was a walking CRV manual. Followed everything to the letter and did not deviate from it. Regrettably the truth finds away to come out to remind even how righteous and good intentioned 1 tries to be. All have dark sides that hide within them selves. Others will never admit to and a few embrace it. Branson takes his already damage head and barrels it upon Colonel Grant’s face. Not once but several times enough to get the idealistic righteous bastard off him. In the perspective of a ‘serial killer’ whom was reprogrammed to service for the CRV. Had a scary reminder that; people like him live to just to hurt and kill to persevere the ideal of. Killing is never a solution and by allowing such a person to die would only bring you to the insane mind’s own level. However, to justify reason to kill anyone is only for the personal comfort of the executioner, nothing more. The Tyler that they all knew was quickly fading. Please kill me. As my last unselfish request. Keep me from hurting those that the CRV was meant to save. Mr. Tyler was referring to those he hurt and killed being under the Branson persona. Not of what he inflicted upon the Cold Harbor but of the many he murdered prior being captured and reprogrammed. The damage to his head has released once more the Branson persona, the ‘Sociopath’. I never get tired hearing my self talk. listing to people like you ‘labeling’ me to justify there means. Where you and I are not far from 1 another. You see….. Branson gets the Colonel off him and flips around. Now the Branson was over him he makes it that. He would get between Sam’s legs putting in a violating position. Where simply it hindered the lower legs easily and quickly. Branson takes both of his hands; grabs Grant by the ears and slams Grant’s head on the floor deck. I think your going to kill me or have 1 of your lap dogs to do it. regardless you or they won’t be any less then what I am. A ‘killer’, though it be to shut me up or to never given another chance to…… He Said such in a lustful and gratified manner. taste your Good Doctor once over. Branson gave another heavy chuckle; being over Colonel Grant. Blood dripped on to the colonel along with sweat and saliva. 1 Thing I don’t think I’ll get to try is that Drak whore of yours. She looks tasty with a lot of ‘fight’; nothing like those on this ship. Boring to the end like that medical assistant right after I squeezed the air out of your chief medical. It feels so nice to feel between my arms on her life fading away. Branson embellished slightly what had transpired in Sick Bay. To get a reaction out of anyone there to prove his very point. So kill me. He licks his bloody lips and tilted his head and gave a hardy smile. before I kill you. Ether way we are all in 1 form of another capable of being what I am. Before getting off of Grant and on to his feet slaps the Colonel’s face. He stumbles across the engineering deck and caught his sights on the little old fish that could. He gestured to bob your next followed by. I guess this would be for the smell you left in my office. Heh! (Referring to the sub-boards for bob’s anger issues post.)
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Oct 14, 2009 23:49:10 GMT -6
Location: Main Engineering
With barely controlled aggression, Colonel Grant struck downwards again and again, causing great damage to his XO’s face, knocking several teeth out and breaking Tyler’s nose; twice… When he drew back to strike Tyler with a double fist, Tyler took the split second reprieve to spit in his face, temporally blinding The Colonel, and giving him the upper hand in throwing him off balance. With surprising speed that Grant had to respect, he quickly found their roles reversed, and Tyler was on top of him, striking at him from the superior angle.
”Please kill me. As my last unselfish request. Keep me from hurting those that the CRV was meant to save.” Through a bleeding mouth, Grant found himself really considering it; his actions alone made him guilty of multiple capital crimes, punishable by death under most laws. Yet, as quickly as one persona seemed to show, his other changed and became dominat, causing him to ‘flip’ back and forth. “I never get tired hearing my self talk. listing to people like you ‘labeling’ me to justify there means. Where you and I are not far from 1 another. You see…..” With the agility of an overly dexteritous acrobat, Tyler quickly repositioned himself in another position and was able to slam Grant’s head into the decking, the bone jarring crack of skin versus deuterium was enough to blur his vision greatly. “I think your going to kill me or have 1 of your lap dogs to do it. regardless you or they won’t be any less then what I am. A ‘killer’, though it be to shut me up or to never given another chance to……” Grant looked at him, through blurred vision, “I really wish you would shut up…” but of course, he didn’t, and Tyler just kept going. “taste your Good Doctor once over.”
Colonel Grant’s eyes widened at his last statement, as Tyler was only helping The Colonel recover more quickly, the constant flow of adrenaline and testosterone, in addition to his honor and dedication to duty pushed his body further and further; beyond what it should tolerate. “1 Thing I don’t think I’ll get to try is that Drak whore of yours.” Samuel’s blood finally boiled, and if he thought he couldn’t get more irate, Tyler continued to prove him wrong “She looks tasty with a lot of ‘fight’; nothing like those on this ship. Boring to the end like that medical assistant right after I squeezed the air out of your chief medical. It feels so nice to feel between my arms on her life fading away.” His body continued to pump him full of pain killers and bursts of energy, and he began storing some of it while he waited for the right moment; and it needed to come soon. “So kill me. before I kill you. Ether way we are all in 1 form of another capable of being what I am.” The Colonel eyed him coldly “No, that’s where you’re wrong. It’s the character of the individual that makes them who they are; not some bull shit excuse. It’s people like you that ‘hide’ behind the excuses of ‘I had a hard life’ and ‘that’s just the way I was born’ and ‘it’s the systems fault’… spare me your pathetic excuses; and you dared call me a coward.” Trying to get a rise out of Tyler, to give him his opening, it seemed to work, as Tyler stuck him again and he ‘exaggerated’ the strike causing his head to hit the decking, and acting overly injured from a concussion (which he was sure he had anyway, but not to the degree he made it appear).
OOC Note: With Amber currently still having great difficulty in looking at a computer screen, I’ve written a little bit of actions for her characters to help the story progress, which she said was fine.
Tyler got off of him, and turned towards Bob, who was working on the damnable xeno’s device that was in the process of tearing the ship apart. “I guess this would be for the smell you left in my office. Heh!” Bob glanced up from his investigation of the xenos device, as he’d worked hard to ignore the exchange between Tyler and Grant, as he wasn’t sure exactly what the device was, but he had a pretty good idea of what it was doing to the ship; and that needed to be stopped before everyone died. Yet, Tyler appeared to want a piece of the old fish, and if he wanted a scrap, Bob would surely give it to him. “You listen here Bucko,” he retrieved a hypospanner that he was using to investigate the object with and held lit like a dagger towards Tyler “you want to see just how bad my temper can be; bring it on ‘counselor’… Let’s see if you’re the hunter or the hunt…” He never got to finish his statement, as Captain Zek’dyn had reacted so quickly. Captain Zek’dyn had been waiting in the ‘shadows’ to make his move, and hadn’t been able to for fear of causing Tyler to accidentally kill Samuel in the process of his attacks, so with restraint only allowed by his training and dedication to duty (much like Samuel’s), he’d held his ground; as difficult as it was to see his friend and his commanding officer injured in such a way. But, with Tyler going the way he was, he seemed to be ready to kill Chief Murkeye now; which he obviously couldn’t allow. Yet, Zek found himself stuck between the safety of their Engineering Chief and the Ships Commander; yet Colonel Grant helped him with that decision.
As Zek’dyn looked on, Colonel Grant hand slowly rolled over and had picked himself up off the ground, and although he appeared ‘unsteady’ on his feet, he was at least on them. Grant looked back towards where he’d seen Zek take cover, gave him a quick set of hand singles, and then turned back toward Tyler; who was facing away from him and focused on Bob. Grant reached down and picked up a long piece of deuterium piping conduit that was broken and laying on the ground, with a “NOW” look to his Security Chief, Zek sprung from his spot, within a blink of an eye, and shot across Engineering and scooped Bob right off his feet; the hypo spanner Bob held spun momentarily in the air as it’s owner was removed view before it clattered the ground. Just as Zek passed in front of Tyler, Colonel Grant charged Tyler from behind, with the pipe section held as a spear, and just before getting to him, bulked at him “Yet, your kind never insures they finish the job!” which caused Tyler to turn, just in time to be impaled and run through with the meter and a half long rod, entering his midsection.
With a grunt of effort, Grant continued to charge forward, Tyler’s impaled body being pushed back with each step. Just as he ran out of space, he made one last comment “Be careful what you wish for…” and a split second later, the opposite end of the pipe section broke through one of the engineering wall consoles, as soon as the console broke under the impalement, Samuel let go and jumped back, as the suddenly interrupted power shot through the piping, using it as a conductor, and exiting the opposite side of it. The action also caused the electricity to go through Tyler’s body as well; basically cooking him from the inside out. Grant looked at Tyler for a split second, seeing the life ‘fry’ out of his eyes, he turned back to Zek and Bob; “Okay… Zek, shoulder… Bob, status, what is that thing…” Captain Zek’dyn came over and gave The Colonel his shoulder, as his body finally began to suffer the injuries it had suffered.
Location: Main Engineering
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Oct 15, 2009 16:32:56 GMT -6
Location: Sickbay
The first thing Sabina is aware of is a hazy, feverish pain pounding in her skull. A small pained groan escapes her lips and barely makes it past the oxygen tube. She doesn't hear anything that sounded like a crisis going on around her, so she keeps her eyes closed and tries to remember what had happened before the splitting headache. She remembered the smell of blood, and being mostly suffocated by someone with an angry, hateful voice. She remembered Tam and how he hadn't killed the angry person who sounded like Lt. Tyler, even though he had been throwing out the challenge many times. There was also something else that she couldn't quite remember, as if it had happened in a strange dream. Or perhaps it had been all a dream. She wishes it was- and that she'd wake up safe in her apartment on Earth and have another day of classes at medical school or anything that was normal and safe.
Her thoughts didn't distract her for long, because the pain kept pounding in her head. To a lesser degree, her whole body hurt and ached and she could feel new bumps and bruises but couldn't remember how she got them. She whimpers again and squeezes her eyes shut, hoping to pass out again and make it stop.
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