Sabal
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Cold Harbor Simm - Officer Exchange Program - Species 8472
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Post by Sabal on May 20, 2010 0:12:08 GMT -6
Location: Aboard Felyn – Open Space – Standard Patrol
Sabal felt the two fighter pilots mental signatures drift towards the debris field and confirmed by watching them through Felyn’s ‘eyes’. Satisfied she returned inward trying to solve the mental mystery that the local space was providing. Sabal wasn’t aware that Felyn had ‘heard’ a brief and quiet tone coming from the Harbringer across subspace, Felyn wasn’t concerned, but the tone made her curious, much like a puppy cocking its head to the side at a strange noise. But when the Romulan Warbird de-cloaked, that got Felyn’s full attention, forgetting she ‘heard’ any strange noise at all she shrieked an alarm loudly in Sabal’s mind, and fought to flee the threat. Sabal was caught off guard, the alarm was deafening, and trying to maintain control of the frightened Bio-Ship cost precious seconds. The Warbird was going to destroy the Harbginger and there was nothing Sabal or the fighters could do about it. But Sabal wheeled Felyn around anyway and had her prepare her main weapon for an attack, while ordering the local fighters into defensive positions.
Before Sabal knew it two other ships appeared, a Klingon Battle Cruiser, and a Dominion Battle Cruiser, all had their weapons powered. Felyn was in a panic but Sabal had her and the other fighters hold steady waiting for orders, unsure of whom to fire on. It was sure an interesting dinner party, Starfleet, Romunan, Klingon, the Dominion, and Species 8472. “Oh this is going to be fun… Lions and tigers and bears, oh my…” Sabal quipped out loud. Felyn didn’t think there was anything fun about this situation…
Location: Aboard Felyn – Open Space – Harbringer Defense
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Post by Capt. Zek'dyn on May 20, 2010 0:26:50 GMT -6
Location: Main Bridge
Zek’s lower mandible dropped as all the ships of a different color converged on their position, guns ready. Wishing there was something he could do other then just stand here and not be able to protect any of the away team. There were too many questions, why the hell was all of these species here? Zek preferred to shoot first and ask questions later, but risking another war wasn’t worth it. A thought came to Zek’s mind, as much as he didn’t trust Sabal and hated to suggest they use her in such a way, it might be the only way to save the away team. “Can Sabal get a message through to the away team? Or at least pick the brains of one of the captains of these damn ships out there?”
Location: Main Bridge
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Post by 'Chief' Bob on May 20, 2010 1:35:24 GMT -6
Location: Harbinger engineering
Bob slouched against the consol he was working at; he had stopped his virus seconds before the self destruct went off. “Whew! That was a little close…” He picked his head up and wiped the slimy sweat off his bulbous forehead when the corner of his ever open eye caught something in the code screen he had activated on the panel. Looking closely at the screen he saw the slinking stain in the code for what it was, yet another virus. Bob’s shoulders slouched, a few seconds warning was all he had “Awww Shiiii…. Hit the deck!!!” As he and the marines dove for the floor, explosions went off all over engineering. Sparks showered all over Bob, stinging his sensitive skin. When Armageddon was over Bob uncovered his eyes and looked to the marines, they looked no more worse for ware then Bob was. Bob sat up and punched the now blackened consol he was working at, “Mggrrrrruuuglrwlrwlrwll! I want a damn vacation! Every five seconds there is a bomb or something! I’m just plain sick of it, I quit.” Bob looked around, none of the main consoles had taken a hit, and it looked as if the virus was planed to cause the most casualties, rather then damage main systems. Meaning it was probably intended for when it was fully crewed. “Hmmm, interesting.” Bob logged those thoughts for later review, the air was putrid, and Bob coughed, they needed to leave. "Lau to Engineering. We're evacuating, get to the shuttlebay. We'll assist those with injuries on the go." Bob acknowledged her, grabbed his toolbox, and nodded to the marines that he was ready.
But their way was blocked, everyone was taken by surprise. In an instant, two of the marines were down and unconscious, never even having the chance to cry out. One of the other marines, standing near Bob, turned to see a fellow marine collapse, and shouted a warning and sprayed the surrounding area with phaser fire, trying to hit a target that was both there and not there at the same time. Bob could tell there were multiple attackers, but they were using some sort of light bending technology. But that was as far as Bob got in the assessment before he was shoved hard out of the way; looking up Bob saw a marine take a hit for him by some sort of arrow. The marine collapsed almost instantly. The rest of the marines were firing wildly at the creatures, Bob dipped and dodged looking for some sort of cover, while trying to get back to his dropped tool box. There were plenty of tricks in there.
Searing pain shot up Bob’s arm, and he dropped back to the floor as the world spun on its axis, a few seconds later vertigo was overwhelming and Bob nauseatingly vomited up a horrible purplish film. It took Bob a few seconds to recover, and before he knew it he was the only one left, surrounded by downed marines, who were now being manhandled and picked up by the shifted creatures, Bob wasn’t going to have any of that. But before he could make another dash for the toolbox, something materialized in front of him, it was one of the shadows, coming into the light and into focus. With a slow speech, which struggled through the universal translator, the creature simply said “Federation; come me with if live you want…” and reached a hand out to grab Bob by the shoulder. Bob dodged the thing, and using a natural defense mechanism along with his already queasy stomach he heaved forth as much of his foul smelling stomach contents as he could muster, aiming for what he thought was the aliens face. Using the smelly projectile vomit as a veil he leapt backwards to the wall and activated the chromatophores in his skin and almost instantly changing its color to mimic the bulkhead. Bob started to skitter away to safety, or at least to a weapon, but a bright light flashed a few meters away from the group, causing Bob to almost loose his grip as he moved to cover his eyes…
Location: Harbinger engineering
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Post by Ahn Lau on May 22, 2010 12:46:03 GMT -6
* Cold Harbor Story / Action * USS Harbringer: OOC Note: That’s okay. It wasn’t supposed to be a ‘speedy arrow thing’, I was thinking more along the lines of a direct contact weapon, like a syringe or hypo spray, so good save! *smiles* The sword strike came quickly. It wasn’t that it was so quick that it wasn’t avoidable, especially by the creatures doing the attacking, but it was the surprise of it that allowed it to strike. The ‘shadows’ were impressed with the doggedness of these ‘humans’ they were fighting, but they still thought themselves superior and didn’t think they’d have such an issue with them. But the Sgt. Major’s strike had been quick, with not warning that it was coming, and it was enough to actually find purchase against its target. With a howl of pain, the pin-pricked blade fell to the decking, making a clang, along with the hand and wrist that had been holding it only a moment before. A dark, watery, liquid splashed on the floor in large amounts, a puddle quickly forming. Standing before her, no longer able to keep its concealment due to the injury, a tall, lengthy, figure appeared out of the ‘shadowy haze’. Standing easily two meters tall, covered in dark purple skin and wrongly angled knees, the Almatan warrior no longer howled, and stood clutching its injured stump on its left arm. I peered heavily at Lau, its lime green eyes showing not hatred, but respect, from one warrior to another. Although not crying out in pain, even with the seriousness of the injury it had suffered, it was obvious that it was hurt. Through a hissing voice, it spoke slowly “ A female… odd Federation…” It quickly tied a tourniquet above its severed limb, and the bleeding promptly ceased. “ We must… leave… now… if to live… you want…” It’s dark black hair, well beyond its shoulders, but braided heavily, was tucked in to his armor on his back, holding it in place. He made quick hand signal, with its remaining good hand, and the remaining shadows quickly began picking up the rest of her team, as all had been taken out during the fighting. Ahn is shocked at the sudden appearance and pained howling of her opponet. Her eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't let down her guard. It seems surprised and grudgingly respectful of her as she glares into his eyes. She waits as he tends his injury. Her blade lowers a fraction, but she continues to watch him and glance about, keeping her guard up.
However, instead of attacking again, he seems to be calling a truce, or at least admitting defeat. "Does this mean you're calling a truce? Why did you attack us first? What were you doing here?" She demands, not trusting him in the slightest. She would have respected these creatures more as warriors if they had shown themselves outright instead of sneaking around.
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Post by * Cold Harbor Story / Action * on Jun 6, 2010 11:55:28 GMT -6
USS Harbringer:
Sgt. Major Lau:
The creature stared at Ahn, its head quirking back and forth, as it tried to translate what she said. “Truce?” It fumbled with the word, not understanding its meaning. While it thought about how to properly respond, another Almatan warrior entered The Bridge from a secondary turbo lift and spoke in their native language to the warrior that stood before the Sgt. Major., the warrior shook his head and replied curtly to his ‘squad’. Quickly and efficiently, they began picking up all the downed Marines and proceeded to the center of The Bridge, where a bright light began to make itself known. “Time gone...” the warrior said to Ahn “They are here…” he motioned towards the gathering in the center of The Bridge “You must… go us with… die… live… choice yours… is…” the Almatan, with its severed limb in its good hand, headed towards the group.
In the center of The Bridge, the bright light became bright enough to cause Ahn to have to shield her squinted eyes. The light radiated from an oval like tare in space, well over 2 meters high, and wide enough to take two humans shoulder to shoulder. With the ‘light’ sparking and arcing, the creatures began heading through it. The one that Ahn had injured, gave her an odd look, then looked at the tare, then back at her “chance… last…” then stepped through it. The portal would stay open for another few seconds, while Ahn decided if she was going through it or not.
Chief Murkeye:
The hunched over Almatan was completely surprised at Bob’s random act, and fell back, retching itself, as it rushed to clear the gunk off from himself. By the time he was able to see again, Bob had scurried off and adjusted his skin color to blend in with the environment. The Almatan, while physically not injured, but surely not happy, was about to begin to search for the elusive fish, when another Almata entered Main Engineering and said something to them in their native language. With professional efficiency, the group finished gathering the downed Marines, and headed to a corridor just outside of engineering, away from the Warp Core. A bright light appeared in the center of the group, which grew and turned into a portal of bright light. The Almatan’s quickly began heading through it, the last one, the one Bob had had a run in with, looked around “Your choice…” then stepped through. Bob had a few seconds before the portal would close.
USS Cold Harbor:
The Cold Harbor stood in the middle of a very uncomfortable staring match, each ship more then capable of destroying one another, but with everyone aiming at everybody, things were a crap shoot on who’d survive; at this range, nobody could miss. Currently, all of the ships were shouting hails at each other, while The Cold Harbor sat quietly, trying to decide what to do. The ship was at battle conditions, and her crew ready, but Colonel Grant didn’t like the odds he was looking at; he had to make a decision on what to do, not to mention worry about his Away Team.
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Post by Ahn Lau on Jun 8, 2010 18:19:11 GMT -6
USS Harbringer:Sgt. Major Lau:The creature stared at Ahn, its head quirking back and forth, as it tried to translate what she said. “ Truce?” It fumbled with the word, not understanding its meaning. While it thought about how to properly respond, another Almatan warrior entered The Bridge from a secondary turbo lift and spoke in their native language to the warrior that stood before the Sgt. Major., the warrior shook his head and replied curtly to his ‘squad’. Quickly and efficiently, they began picking up all the downed Marines and proceeded to the center of The Bridge, where a bright light began to make itself known. “ Time gone...” the warrior said to Ahn “ They are here…” he motioned towards the gathering in the center of The Bridge “ You must… go us with… die… live… choice yours… is…” the Almatan, with its severed limb in its good hand, headed towards the group. In the center of The Bridge, the bright light became bright enough to cause Ahn to have to shield her squinted eyes. The light radiated from an oval like tare in space, well over 2 meters high, and wide enough to take two humans shoulder to shoulder. With the ‘light’ sparking and arcing, the creatures began heading through it. The one that Ahn had injured, gave her an odd look, then looked at the tare, then back at her “ chance… last…” then stepped through it. The portal would stay open for another few seconds, while Ahn decided if she was going through it or not. She furrows her brows at the alien, trying to figure out his motives. She wasn't sure if their attack had been due to malice, to test them, or some sort of defensive or 'first response'. Why they had stopped could have various reasons, fear, curiousity, or a desire to cease hostilities or even be friends. The alien seemed to be curious of her as well. She is starting to regret having caused him pain, even if the injury was the reason they had stopped attacking. The fact that they aren't able to communicate fluently with each other isn't helping, as just about anything could have been 'lost in translation'.
She's half blinded by the light of the portal that suddenly opens. Ahn's left hand moves up to shield her eyes from the light automatically. Time has indeed run out, as the aliens are taking her team members through the rift. The injured warrior tells her its her last chance, but the matter suddenly becomes clear. They have her team members, and she can't just abandon them to the aliens, no matter what their motives. Her grip on her katana tightens reflexively. She runs through the shining portal without hesitation.
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Post by Kael Giral'i on Sept 6, 2010 23:17:45 GMT -6
Location: Cold Harbor bridge, science station
Kael had been diligently running every scan she could think of for some time but was getting nothing back. When all the ships decloaked and stood facing each other, on the brink of battle, all she could do was stare in disbelief at the view screen.
Location: Cold Harbor bridge
OOC: Sorry for such a small post, but I have not seen anything in the summaries that Kael could react to and I really need to find my way back into the story...
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Post by 'Chief' Bob on Dec 28, 2010 0:29:49 GMT -6
Location: Harbinger engineering
The hunched over Intruder seemed entirely taken aback at Bob’s odd defense, and fell back, retching itself, as it rushed to clear the gunk off from itself.
Bob slowly made his way over towards his seashell covered lucky toolbox as the alien started to look for him, but was distracted by another of the aliens walking into engineering; they said something to each other in their native language. Bob stood still and watched as they finished gathering the downed Marines, and headed to a corridor just outside of engineering, away from the Warp Core. Bob sighed and followed, curious as to what they were doing, leaving his toolbox. Nobody needed to see a toolbox defying gravity through engineering… Though the thought made Bob almost chuckle. In the corridor a bright light appeared in the center of the group, which grew and turned into a portal of bright light. The alien’s quickly began heading through it, the last one, the one Bob had had a run in with, looked around “Your choice…” then stepped through.
There was no way Bob was going to leave the marines in the hands of those aliens… He had no idea what had happened to Lau, perhaps she had been captured as well, he couldn’t have that, with a sad look back to his fallen lucky toolbox, Bob dove for the portal before it closed…
Location: Unknown
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Feb 12, 2011 11:58:47 GMT -6
Location: Main Bridge
Colonel Grant sat in his command chair, and laid his forehead in his hands and sighed. “Ugh… I miss being a Security Officer… Remember the good ol’days Zek?” he shook his head, and stood up from his chair, and paced around the bridge, casually. “What were we thinking when we took promotion after promotion? Thought we were smarter then this…”
He stood behind Kael and looked at her screen, not special information could be seen, and the sensors were bouncing off full power shields on all of the ships. Samuel simply looked back up at the tactical plotter overlay on the main view screen and shook his head again, and saw Sabal’s fighter wing return to take up CAP stations around The Cold Harbor; unfortunately, they were just as likely to get hit from friendly weaponry as that of the enemy at this range… Samuel knew if he could find a window, he could hit the opposing ships with a wine bottle or two from his orderlies storeroom; the thought made him smirk and shake his head.
He listened to Captain Zek’dyn, and shook his head “No Captain, I don’t believe so… Either because it violates her ethics, or that it could violate our own people’s; regardless of the reason. Besides…” but was cut off before he could finish. On Kael’s panel, two huge energy distortion fields were detected on The Harbringer, a configuration that the sensors couldn’t lock down, but was unbelievable strong. “What the hell was that?” he inquired, at the same time that Kael confirmed it’s existence, then with a minute, was gone.
Colonel Grant slammed his fist into the back of his command chair, as he’d walked back over to it, and finding that he still couldn’t get communications through the jammers… “I hate the waiting the most..."he said softly under his breath, even though he was sure Zek’s avian hearing would hear him.
Location: Main Bridge
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Post by * Cold Harbor Story / Action * on Feb 12, 2011 12:18:08 GMT -6
*Cold Harbor Story/Action* Away Team:Through a bright flash they went; a flash that went from bright, to nothingness, then back to blinding bright again in a matter of a second or two. Unlike transporting technology used by The Federation and many other species, where nothing was felt aside a soft tingle, this transportation was in it’s own way painful. Everyone could feel the electrostatic charge from it, and their skin took on a slight ‘reddening’ from it once the ended up on the other side of the portal, it would even be tender to the touch for a bit. When Chief Murkeye and the Sergeant Major came through, and picked themselves up off the ground, they’d see all of the bodies of the downed Marines; each with an Almata’n standing over them, with odd objects, tools and materials in their hands. The Marines themselves were for the most part still down and out, however a couple were moaning and groaning from their injuries; which there were many. It would have initially looked horrible, and what could possibly be being done to them, however, after a few moments, the assumption couldn’t be farther from the truth. The Almata ‘warriors’ were treating the injuries, applying healing balms and herbs, and helping those that could stand back on their feet. All of the weapons had been removed from the marines, and piled off to the side, but the weapons were still there none the less. It was very confusing, after all that had happened, but even with the medical care that appeared to be being given, there was a hurried tone to it; several of the warriors stood guard over the group, their eyes and senses completely focused outwards. It was then, that Bob and Lau would notice that they were outside, in some thick, thick woods. Green shrubbery and foliage, thick, thick trees were all over the place, and they could see but a mere meter or three out from around them; although the foliage that was immediately around them had been partially burnt black, and left a singed smell in the air. It was while taking in all of their surroundings, that they Almata’n’s noticed them…
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Post by Ahn Lau on Feb 15, 2011 19:03:54 GMT -6
Once the bright light clears from her eyes, she blinks in an attempt to readjust her vision so she can see again. Finally, she's able to see that she's in a wooded area. The strange creatures that had brought them there were leaning over the marines. Their weapons were in a pile. She tightens her grip on her katana, but then notices with surprise that the aliens are healing her crewmates. Bob is standing next to her, so she feels better that at least someone she knows is conscious.
She's fed up. She looks at the aliens, "Ok, I'll play nice for now, but someone better tell me what's going on."
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Post by * Cold Harbor Story / Action * on Feb 19, 2011 11:23:08 GMT -6
With such prolonged down time, and after giving it serious thought; I decided it would be better for all involved to start ‘anew’, and forgo the ‘Almata’ Story. Some stories are easy to follow, while others you need to stay in depth day in and day out to keep current and know what’s going on… This is all supposed to be fun! Yet having to go back and try to get ‘re-informed’ on what happened and study, makes it feel like work, and I don’t want people to look at any of this that way; then it’s not enjoyable to do anymore. So; with that being said, this story thread is closed, while a new one is created so everyone, EVERYONE, can start from scratch with a new story.
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