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Post by 'Chief' Bob on Aug 5, 2009 18:44:50 GMT -6
Location: Outpost: Evacuating
Bob had found the transporter room, it was near the surface as well, and after checking the consol in the room again he found it was only a short range transporter, it would never get them as far as the Cold Harbor. Nick answered Sabal’s question "Yeah, it's in the hanger, near the surface. If we can get there in time I can get us off this rock, no question. We couldn't get back to it earlier because the three of us were no match for the guards, but maybe now it will be a little easier..." Bob nodded. “Well the short range transporters this place is equipped with aren’t going to cut it, so the shuttle is our best option at the moment.” Bob was thinking fast, they needed to get back up the turboshaft, to the hanger bay, and off planet, before those abominations made it off the planet, and before the facility self destructed. “Ok, I think I’m good to go, what’s the plan?” Bob had almost forgotten about their avian officer, Bob smiled. “Glad you could join us, those feathery appendages you call wings are more than just for show right?” Bob knew the answer, but figured he would goad him anyway. “How much weight can you carry in flight?” Bob asked this while he worked fast on the consol, ignoring the pain in his chest; in an attempt to remove the estimation, Bob rerouted the self-destruct control of the facility through his tricorder, then he could blow it remotely when he wanted, and once Kael said she had the information he locked out all but himself from accessing the computer systems throughout the outpost.
Location: Outpost: Evacuating
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Post by Capt. Zek'dyn on Aug 5, 2009 19:08:00 GMT -6
Location: Outpost
“Glad you could join us, those feathery appendages you call wings are more than just for show right?” Zek just frowned in answer to Bob’s rudeness, “How much weight can you carry in flight?” Zek responded mechanically “About 100 pounds, give or take.” Then realizing who he was talking to, and frowned deeply, “Why…” The last thing Zek needed or wanted right now was to be involved in one of the crazy fish’s unconventional schemes, but since Bob would be the one getting them out of here, better to get it over with.
Location: Outpost
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Post by 'Chief' Bob on Aug 5, 2009 20:31:09 GMT -6
OOC Note: Joint post between Bob and Zek, the lack of drones was approved by Col. Grant
Location: Outpost: Evacuating
Bob nodded to Zek’s reply, not answering his question. “Alright Zek follow me, and the rest of you meet me at the turbolift in three minutes.” Bob turned, brought out his phaser again, just for precaution, grabbed his seashell covered lucky toolbox, and waltzed into the hallway. He wasn’t really expecting to meet any force, but one never knew.
Zek made a pleading look to Sam, but followed Bob into the hallway, “What are we doing?”
Bob answered lightheartedly, like he was taking a walk in the park. “You are going to fly me up the turboshaft so I can fix the lift; you’ll clear the surface level hallway while I get the lift down to the others. It’ll be faster and safer than making our injured climb.”
Zek hadn’t thought about the climb back up, and was happy that Bob tended to think outside the box at that moment. Once they reached the turbolift, Bob got them back in the door, and Zek contemplated the take-off, he usually used his legs to get some lift before he started working his wings, especially with the extra weight. But his broken leg wasn’t going to support his total weight, let alone trying to leap with Bob in tow. Oh well he was going to have to grit it and get this done. “Jump when I do, that will help.” With a grunt of pain, Zek jumped into the air, Bob did the same, and they were airborne. The ascent took no time at all, and once they reached the bottom of the lift Zek slowed to a hover and placed Bob on the underside of the carriage.
Bob opened up the small hatch and peeked inside the lift, the coast was clear for the moment. He crawled inside and motioned the all clear for Zek, once Zek was inside they took cover on the sides of the lift while Bob opened the door, the hallway beyond was also clear. “Ok, find cover out here and keep the door clear, I’m going to repair the door and take it back down to get the others.” Bob walked back inside the lift, once again pulled out the control board and undid the damage he had caused earlier. Once he was finished, he activated the lifts controls and rode the lift down to the basement level. He had his phaser ready for when the doors opened, just in case.
Location: Outpost: Evacuating
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Aug 5, 2009 21:47:17 GMT -6
Sabina packs up the remains of the medkit, putting anything medical inside it that fits. She follows the others out of the room. As she walks, she grabs Nick's bleeding arm and wraps a piece of clean cloth around it for now to stop the bleeding. "That should be good for now."
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 8, 2009 10:33:06 GMT -6
OOC Note: Just, for the record, as I was trying to laugh at some posts, it’s okay not to ‘excel’ at writing fight scenes. Not everybody has to have some awesome ‘part’ or some creative ‘kill’ or the like. Sometimes the basic aim and shoot works, other times the bland tactics are just as effective. So please, don’t think you have to contemplate the most creative and far fetched fighting style and situation as you; it’s all supposed to real and fun. So, please, enjoy! ;D Location: Outpost; Security Room, evacuatingWith effort, Colonel Grant was able to stay on his feet, and he was trying not to laugh as he looked down on his Security Chief and friend. “ Bet Dr. Jackson here is a better dancer, you never did understand the finesse of a fight. Always barreling in like a big ol’ bear.” Samuel rolled his eyes and softly grunted defiantly “ Finesse; it’s over rated. With a big enough hammer, you’ll get a square peg through a round hole. Besides…” he started as he helped Zek’ydn off the floor and onto his injured leg as well “ it sent your feathered rear ‘to the matt’ more then once.” He smiled. Colonel Grant listened as everyone seemed to be thinking about how to get off this damned place, which he was happy to do, and hopefully only look back to enjoy the fireworks display. Not to mention the fact that everyone seemed to be working as a team, which made him feel good, a feeling he needed right about now. He listened Sabal explained her issues “ Felyn is gone, you will not be able to return to The Cold Harbor the same way you got down here. She felt our connection sever and thought I was dead, so she fled back to Fluidic Space, she is only a child and spooks easy.” Samuel groaned, not so much at the child remark, which irked him a bit as well, but he caught himself before saying anything, as each species (especially 8472) is different in their own unique ways and have/share different values. “ Well of course, didn’t expect this to be easy did you?” When Bob spoke up, Colonel Grant quickly looked over (and down) at him, then back at Sabal and gave her an inquisitive, and slightly reproachful look “ Ok, you need to get out of my head… Please.” Not sure if Bob was using a figure of speech, as the statement had been used for hundreds of years before the discovery of telepaths, or if Sabal, a ‘telepath/empath’, was doing something she shouldn’t be; not to mention was against the treaty between Species 8472 and Starfleet. “ Transporter room...” He heard Bob say, and let the Chief do his thing. “ How did you guys get down here, shuttle? Is it still here?” The statement slightly refocused his attention, and he was happy too, he’d never thought of a shuttle. He was pretty sure that no transporter was going to work, it wouldn’t make sense for a defensive and secluded outpost such as this to have such long range abilities; it was tactically unsound. " Yeah, it's in the hanger, near the surface." Replied the young Officer, the pilot, if his memory served correctly. He listened to the group formulate their plan on how to get out of here, and was happy to hear the Kael had downloaded a large portion of the data banks. “ Good job Lt.” he replied to her. He heard Zek behind him respond to a question, which he didn’t hear, but heard Zek reply “ About 100 pounds, give or take.” as Samuel turned around to look, he saw Bob staring at Zek with ‘that look’ “ Why…” came his next response, and Sam found himself trying hard to stifle a laugh that was right at the top of his throat. “ Alright Zek follow me, and the rest of you meet me at the turbolift in three minutes.” Zek made a pleading look to towards him, but all Samuel could do was shrug his shoulders (which was a bad idea as the pain shot through them) and smiled as well. “ Sure thing Chief.” He replied, as he looked as his battered team members. “ Alright, you heard the fish; we got three minutes and we’re out of here.” He watched everyone get up and assist the injured, he then turned to take a step and almost fell over, that quickly forgetting about his shattered leg. “ Ugh…” came a short sound, before he caught himself, “ Oh, for the love of…” he straightened himself up, and looked a little helpless, which really irritated the hell out of him. “ Anyone got a shoulder I could borrow…” With the assistance, the rag-tag group headed back down the corridor, at a really slow pace considering. As the arrived at the lift, the doors opened and there stood a fish, with a ‘cocky-as-all-git-up’ grin on his face, and a phaser in his hand. “ Thanks for the lift Chief.” Samuel replied, as they began to clamber aboard. As they were loading themselves onto the lift, they could hear a rumble and shouting coming back down the hallway; some of it sounded like Hugo, someone if sounded like a dozen voices yelling at once. To make matters worse, the sound was getting loud, and there were noticeable shadows reflecting off one of the angled corridors. “ Now would be a good time.” He said to his wily engineer. Just as the doors closed, Colonel Grant drew his ‘sidearm phaser’, programmed it to ‘overcharge and explode’, and through it out of the doors. As the lift rose, there’d be a soft ‘ CRUMPF’ sound from below as his phaser finally blew. When the lift reached the top, and the door opened, he found Captain Zek’dyn covering the approach to the lift, and shook his head. “ Sitting down on the job again Captain? Not making the best impressions to the new arrivals…” he grinned and barbed at his friend again. “ Alright Chief, this is your show, we’re we headed.” And as the fish took off, the rest followed, heading towards this shuttle bay. Location: Outpost; main level, evacuating
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Aug 8, 2009 12:36:58 GMT -6
After helping Nick, she checked to make sure the others were ok. As they were leaving, she was distracted by the Colonel asking for a shoulder. “Anyone got a shoulder I could borrow…” He looked annoyed by having to admit 'weakness'.
She knew that anyone who had seen him fight the frighteningly tough Borg (Hugo) would not be stupid enough to call him weak. She also figured that few would consider it a weakness if they needed a doctor's assistance, and she definitely knew she owed him. If not for his and the others' timing, she'd be Hugo's unwilling 'queen' right now. She moved over to Colonel Grant's side and lent him her shoulder. She'd deal with her own medical problems later- at least she was still steady enough to walk.
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Post by Capt. Zek'dyn on Aug 9, 2009 0:13:55 GMT -6
Location: Outpost; main level, evacuating
Zek breathed a sigh of relief when the turbo lift doors opened and the rest of the team exited. He was afraid for a moment that the slight explosion that he felt was the turbo lift slamming into the bottom floor; the fish wasn’t infallible after all. “Sitting down on the job again Captain? Not making the best impressions to the new arrivals…” Zek rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Just doing what the fish ordered me to do, at this rate he’ll make General before you, best watch out, he might be after your job.” Zek sent his friend a cocky smile, loved it when he could divvy out two jibes with one toss. He let the others pass, bringing up the rear; he wanted to make sure nobody snuck up behind them and he also didn’t want his wings, which were instinctually trying to correct his hobbling gate, to hit anyone.
Location: Outpost; main level, evacuating
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Sabal
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Post by Sabal on Aug 9, 2009 0:47:02 GMT -6
Outpost: Evacuating
Bob didn’t seem to like Sabal’s intrusion into his thoughts, “Ok, you need to get out of my head… Please.” She really couldn’t blame him, but she was still struggling to get her telepathic abilities reined in. “My apologies” What else could she say? This was how her mind was used to communicating, and it was difficult to keep her telepathy locked in some box in the back of her mind, especially after the jolt that her mind took. She decided to keep her mouth shut before she got herself into more trouble, and concentrated on blocking the others’ thoughts.
She followed the others quietly, not really paying as much attention as she probably should have been. They arrived at the Turbolift at the time that Chief Murkeye specified, to see that he had repaired the turbolift and that they would be heading back to the surface by that route. Sabal was very impressed by his ingenuity, not just with this, but with the entire mission so far. Sabal crammed herself into the turbolift with the others, ‘thank goodness I’m flexible…’ she thought to herself. By the time they reached the top level, Sabal was in much better control of her mind, although she had a fair size headache as a reward for her effort. She was able to stabilize the link between her mates, Felyn, and herself. Sabal fired off a quick telepathic ‘message’ to them proclaiming that she was ok, and that Felyn should return to The Cold Harbor as soon as possible.
Outpost: Evacuating
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Post by 'Chief' Bob on Aug 9, 2009 2:13:22 GMT -6
Location: Outpost; main level, evacuating
“Thanks for the lift Chief.” Bob smiled at the Colonel’s remark, and moved over so they could load themselves onto the lift, as they did so Bob could hear a rumble and shouting coming back down the hallway; some of it sounded like the Drone the Colonel was fighting, some sounded like a dozen voices yelling at once. To make matters worse, the sound was getting louder, and there were noticeable shadows reflecting off one of the angled corridors. “Now would be a good time.” The Colonel said to Bob. Just as the doors closed, the Colonel drew his phaser, and through it out of the doors. As the lift rose, there’d be a soft boom from below as his phaser finally blew. Bob smiled “Good one sir.”
When the lift reached the top, and the door opened, Bob found Captain Zek’dyn covering the approach to the lift, just as Bob had said. Bob went back into the lift after everyone exited, only to come running back out a few seconds later, with a horrible attempt at an innocent look on his face. A few moments later the outpost shook. There was no way that Bob was going to leave an operating turbolift behind them, so he deactivated its controls and sent it plummeting uncontrollably back to the basement level, the quake was from it smashing into the floor. “Sitting down on the job again Captain? Not making the best impressions to the new arrivals…” Bob just shook his head at the Colonels comment, Zek responded with, “Just doing what the fish ordered me to do, at this rate he’ll make General before you, best watch out, he might be after your job.” Bob frowned, it wasn’t an order, it was common sense, and someone had to take charge. “If you don’t like my leading by all means take over any time you want Captain, oh wait, that’s right, you don’t know where you’re going…” Bob eyed the Colonel “Besides, I’d rather clean toilets then command that hunk of junk you have flying up there.” Bob glared at the two of them, how was that for first impressions? Bob didn’t care; he was tired, sore, and grouchy. “Alright Chief, this is your show, we’re we headed.” Bob looked up at the Colonel “Well if it’s ok with the Captain here, I figured we’d go down this hallway, hang a left, go down to the end of that hallway, and open the door, presto, hanger bay.” Bob tossed a glare at Zek just for spite.
Location: Outpost; main level, evacuating
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 10, 2009 19:36:02 GMT -6
Location: Outpost; evacuating, prior to boarding the lift
Colonel Grant was very frustrated with himself for being injured so poorly, and even with that level of adrenaline pumping through his body, it still couldn’t cover up the pain from his leg; granted it was augmented by the Borg Adaption, but still… a clear broken bone is a broken bone. It also irritated him that he had to rely on others to help him, it was his job to take care of them; not the other way around.
He wanted to argue as Doctor Jackson came over to him, but truth be told, he wasn’t feeling the best and felt a bit on the tired side; which he shrugged off as fatigue from the fight and his injuries. He simply smiled as Sabina came over and offered her shoulder, which he accepted as gratefully as he could put forth, yet constantly reminding himself of the body size difference of the two Officers so as not to put all his 200 plus pounds on the little Doctor, he’d feel even worse if he crushed her with his weight.
With her help, they entered the lift.
Time Advance: now after the lift opened and the group began to move out
Still using the Doctor shoulder, they both moved forward, at a very leisurely pace. “Just doing what the fish ordered me to do, at this rate he’ll make General before you, best watch out, he might be after your job.” Samuel scoffed, which heard his broken collar bone, causing it to rub against itself. “After a day like today; he can have it.” He tried not to laugh, and just smiled at them both. It was then that they felt the outpost shutter slightly, and turned to see Bob coming back from the empty lift with that damned ‘I’m just so happy with myself, I’m like a fish in water’ grin, he had a pretty good idea what he had just done and nodded approvingly; which he wished he hadn’t done as that hurt as well…
“If you don’t like my leading by all means take over any time you want Captain,” Samuel raised an eyebrow at looked over at Zek, “oh wait, that’s right, you don’t know where you’re going…” he’d come back just in time to hear the sarcasim duel between Zek and Sam, and those who though Bob had an interesting sense of humor and a unique personality, had no idea who much that didn’t do him justice… Samuel tried to not laugh, and kept it controlled this time. Chief Murkeye was often a bastard, it was just that simple, but he had a level of confidence and professionalism, and duty, that Colonel Grant admired, and his quirky outbursts that seemed to blanket his file and cause so many pervious CO’s heart aches; he found he didn’t mind them that much. “Besides, I’d rather clean toilets then command that hunk of junk you have flying up there.” That, Samuel didn’t find funny… “Now you wait just a minute there... She’s taken damn good care of us.” He said, and he found himself really hurt by the remark, and for many reasons (and some he preferred to keep private), that ship really was important to him.
He was going to say more, but he found that the on-rush of anger actually caused him to become very light headed, and before making the fact known, he caught himself and took a deep breath, and rubbed his forehead as he often did when he started to get upset; he then just sighed. “Well finish this later…” he then asked where they going, and Bob replied “Well if it’s ok with the Captain here, I figured we’d go down this hallway, hang a left, go down to the end of that hallway, and open the door, presto, hanger bay.” With a look at the rag-tag-group, he pointed in the direction that Bob indicated “Alight people; we’re not going to just transport out of here, let’s get a move on…” and off the group went, in search of their means of escape.
Location: Outpost, evacuating
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Aug 10, 2009 21:46:30 GMT -6
After the lift, she still helps the Colonel as they make their way to the shuttle. She was stronger than she appeared- fortunately for the Colonel. She could tell he was having a lot of trouble. In addition, she wanted to take a good look at Bob because she didn't like how he was moving- as if he was favoring something that hurt. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. It was more of a doctor's 'sixth sense' that was tingling.
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Post by 'Chief' Bob on Aug 13, 2009 23:01:03 GMT -6
Location: Outpost, Evacuating
Bob led them down the hallways that the map suggested would get them to the hangar bay. The walk wasn’t far, Bob was confident that he was well protected, even though he had his nose to the tricorder; he was short enough that the others could shoot over him. Being small had its perks. When they arrived at the hanger bay Bob was surprised, albeit a little disappointed, that the doors to the bay weren’t locked, he was hoping to use more explosives, but if wishes were horses…
The shuttle was also unguarded; Bob was getting very suspicious, either these drones were pansies or this was a Trojan horse. “This is too easy… Nick, Kael, Sabal help me give this thing a once over, Colonel, Zek, Doctor, Khrys, cover us, it should only take a few moments to make sure this thing isn’t going to blow up in our faces” Bob headed over to the shuttle, trying to be quick about it. He knew that Pilots usually weren’t good engineers, but Nick flew this thing down here so he should know what condition it was in. Kael could give the computer a once over, and Sabal could see places that Bob couldn’t (being short also had its disadvantages).
Bob walked up to the shuttle with the others in tow, did a quick once over to the hull, and opened the hatch, only to be faced with four drones, who looked just as surprised to see Bob as he was them. They came barreling at him; and there was no way that he was going to take on four drones on his own, so grabbing Kael by the arm he leapt out of the way, there was no way he was going to leave her to fight the drones, such cowardice was worthy of a death sentence in his culture. Nick, being a mere male was expendable, and Sabal, well Bob figured there was no way that he was going to budge anyone that was 10ft tall. Bob hoped he didn’t hurt Kael in his sudden dodge, but he would make it up to her later if that was the case. As he pulled Kael away from the danger, he threw his seashell covered lucky toolbox at one of the drones, it hit the drone right in the stomach, and it doubled over in pain and tripped up the other fleeing drones.
Bob missed the end of the battle, the exertion of his, not so highly structured, dodge made Bob’s chest sear in pain. Bob clutched his chest and almost cried out, “Damn torn muscle” he growled at the pain, hoping the threat would will it into submission. Once he composed himself, Bob walked up to the shuttle, “If they were going to use it to get off this rock, it should be in good condition, lets get the hell out of this death trap.” There was a time and place to throw caution to the wind and Bob felt this was one of those times.
Before he knew it they were airborne and making their way out of the atmosphere. When they were a safe distance from the planet, he ‘pushed the little red button’ activating the outposts self destruct. Bob wasn’t really paying attention to the ‘fireworks’ as the pain in his chest was reaching a crescendo, he removed his EV suit in attempt to get more air and ease the constricting feeling in his chest, to no effect. He knew there was something very wrong, the pain was so intense he didn’t know if he was going to vomit or pass out, “Umm Doctor….?” Was all he got out before he collapsed, in full cardiac arrest.
Location: Shuttle, returning to Cold Harbor
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Aug 15, 2009 1:05:04 GMT -6
After finally getting to the shuttle bay and finding the shuttle, they were surprised by the drones. She sees Bob drag Kael out of the line of fire. She decides to follow his example and try to get out of the way, but she was still giving Colonel Grant her shoulder. The result was almost tripping. She was afraid the Borg would try to kidnap her again and cringes.
Fortunately, those who were still able took care of the Borg. Eventually they all got onto the shuttle and away. She made sure everyone was comfortable.
She notices that Bob was acting like he was feeling worse. She grabs her medkit and rushes across the crowded shuttle to him as he collapses. She kicks herself for missing the signs of a heart attack- but stopping while they were escaping could have easily doomed them all. "I need inaprovaline, now! Prepare 25 cc's of Cordrazine too!" Someone hands the inaprovaline to her and she administers it. The cordazine was for resuscitation if the inaprivaline failed. She checks his vitals.
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