Time is Fleeting – Closure (Part 2) [Time is Fleeting BACKPOST]
by Captain Tasha Tahir (NPC) & Colonel James Darson & Alderman Dorian Gabriel & Commander Chelsea Dunham & Lieutenant Commander Bruce Freeman & Lieutenant Commander Greo Tovon & Commander Karen Villiers
Post Details
OLD:
"All hands. We're about to attempt to close the rift. We do not know what to expect, so you had better hold onto something that's fixed down. Ops out." He said as he silently prayed this would work. Tapping his chest comm, he replied to Tovon.
=^= "We're in your hands Lieutenant." =^= He said with a small amount of humour behind the command.
NEW:
=^=Thank you Commander.=^= He kept the comm open so tactical could hear his countdown.
"5" Greo glanced around the room.
"4" He rubbed his ear ever so slightly.
"3" He crossed his fingers.
"2" Sweat dripped from his brow.
"1" He closed his eyes.
Davies closed his eyes.
"Launch!" He muttered, almost too afraid to say the word - to take that final step into the unknown. This was the moment of truth. Up at tactical the button was pressed to launch the tricobalt device on the predesignated firing arc. He watched on the giant Astrometrics screen as a small flashing blip raced towards the anomaly. He knew that it would only take 4.13 seconds for the device to reach the flexure, but time seemed to stretch out - the device seemed to take an age to make its way round the all important arc.
[Promenade]
The gathered people had been standing awaiting action. Security forces and Marines had been dispersed around all key areas and now all that was left to do was wait. From the giant windows stretching up from the floor the civilians, scientist, travellers and traders had a perfect view from the promenade. For the last few hours the anomaly, the vast blue-ish sink-hole rent in the very fabric of space and time had loomed ever closer, ever bigger. Now the Starfleet authorities had finally done something. It seemed a bit of an anti-climax when the shimmering tiny star that was the tri-cobalt device raced away from the station, apparently slowing as it approached the flexure.
The MP’s who had been dispatched to this civilian heavy area spared only a quick second from their duties of organizing the large mob people to look out the large window, but returned to their work with an urgent fervor, urging all the gathered people to evacuate the promenade.
All present held their breath as the small spark came closer and closer and then finally disappeared into the sworling lights of the anomaly. For a moment nothing happened, then suddenly a vast explosion was visible at the flexure's heart. Long fingers of what appeared to be lightning crawled out of the rupture, as if some electrical hand was trying to claw its way out. The anomaly itself began to convulse, intense gravimetric waves spilling out from its event horizon. The station shook violently and cries rose from all around the promenade. Suddenly they were experiencing a station wide quake and people began to run for cover. Some stayed however. Maybe brave or stupid, but either way not willing to miss this moment.
As the station shook, The MP’s stumbled but thanks to their military training they were able to remain standing. He turned on his loud speaker embedded in the helmet and began shouting for people to remain calm, and move in an orderly fashion towards the center of the promenade, where it was safer. All though a large amount was in the processes of evacuating there were some idiots who were staying to watch. The MP gave a quick glance to the window, but was interrupted when he saw a crying child in the crowd, looking like it was going to get trampled by the near rioting crowd. He left his position and dove into the crowd, pushing other people aside until he got to the child. He scooped her up and moved back to his position through the crowd.
[Main Astrometrics]
The room was shaking and scientists were frantically trying to find cover or protection. In the middle of it all Greo simply stood watching as the data rolled onto the screen. He watched carefully as the readings from the anomaly fluctuated wildly, spiking and bottoming out then suddenly spiking again. He could see the waves of gravimetric disturbance lapping against the station on his screen. They were strong, but they seemed to be weakening. He slapped his comm badge and shouted above the noise around him.
=^=Tovon to Davies. Sir I think it's working! If I'm reading things right it's about to seal. We might see a huge outflow of energy however so I'd recommend station wide red alert.=^=
David's eyes flickered open as the multitude of colors danced around the view screens. There were bright flashes and the station seemed to hold itself together in the wake of shockwaves and he also let his breath out from his aching lungs as he had not even realized he was holding his breath.
=^="Agreed." He said and his hand flicked out automatically to alert status.
The klaxons sounded as the station began to rock a little more as the rift began to fold in upon itself.
[Space outside Deep Space Five]
The anomaly flexed and fluctuated like some giant beast in it's death throes not willing to accept its death. More 'lightning' crackled from its opening stabbing across space at the rattle station, but not quite reaching. The radiance of the anomaly increased light pouring out in huge amounts, so bright it was hard to look at. Gravity waves swept across the entire area of space, rocking the station like a small boat on the surface of an angry sea. In deathly silence and ancient cold the anomaly started to fall in on itself, the outer event horizon drawing in, convulsing back to the centre. As the flexure closed a huge burst of light, gravity and thoron radiation surged out in all directions.
[Promenade]
A cheer rose from those still gathered, still watching the anomaly. All covered their eyes as the anomaly sealed, so bright was the closure. Others came out from their hiding places and watched as the shockwave spread out and once again rattled the station. This time though they held on to each other, they were no longer afraid. As the wave passed beyond the station they could once again look out into space. The anomaly was gone and again the pleasant background stars of open space greeted them. Most could also see a Starfleet vessel closing on the station, although it hadn't been there a moment before.
The MP who was still holding a sobbing child breathed a sigh of relief as the space cleared up above them. But now, what was he going to do with this child? Should he go deliver her to Promenade Security, or just look around to see what had happened to her guardians? He was saved the trouble by a man who burst through the crowd in a panic, asking if anybody had seen his daughter. The girl, upon seeing him, began to struggle to get down and started screaming “Daddy! Daddy!”
As the man ran towards them, the MP gently deposited her on the ground, and she toddled as fast as she could into the man’s arms. As the parent and child embraced, the crowd around them began to clap.
[Sickbay]
The double shockwaves rocking the station were quickly stabilized by the massive structure's integral 'gravi-levelling' systems but some of the momentum was inevitably felt, even as deep as Sickbay. Laser surgery was thankfully a thing of the past or that could have caused some problems to say the least and more than one disgruntled comment was made about that as the undulations were felt.
As it was, the automated targeting of the current day medical equipment and the accuracy of the techniques in use were such that no-one was unduly hurt while undergoing actual treatment but the falling of unsecured items from countertops, shelves - even with their gravi-balcony fields over which some larger objects still toppled - actually *did* cause an outbreak of minor injuries and contusions.
Even under fire the station was normally *unshakable* and this event not only caused some considerable discomfort to those who were injured, but also a lot of consternation as to what could possibly have been that powerful in a way that could bypass or overpower the usual safeguards.
Chelsea, Ryan, Ed and Sarah all had their work cut out coping with the alarm and inquisitions it all caused, not to mention the extra work at the end of a long and difficult 24 hours.
"What the heck is happening now? Have they all gone nuts up there? If I didn't know better, I'd be convinced that a certain crazy fighter pilot was trying out his trick flying stunts at the helm of this station!" Chelsea muttered half-joking half-concerned, but keeping the latter to herself for the sake of the patients. She began checking the alignment of the medpanel in front of her and bantered with Ed lightly about checking up on Rick.
[Main Astrometrics]
Greo hugged the nearest scientist as the entire team cheered at the success. He stood back and glanced up at the screen. It showed the anomaly gone and the resumption of normal space. It worked!, he thought still not sure he could believe his eyes. He tapped the comm button once more.
=^=Tovon to Davies. Sir we did it!=^=
Davies was astounded, it actually worked and the black inkiness of a proper space began to reform outside. Davies suddenly keeled over, as the station lurched and he, along with the whole stations crew and civilians blacked out as they returned to normal time.
Pushing himself back to his feet, the pain he felt in both his head and his knees stung him to his senses.
=^= "Lieutenant, you have just earned yourself a promotion!" Davies remarked, before tapping at his comm as he stretched himself upward.
=^= "Medical teams to all stations. Damage control, report!" He yelled, trying to soothe his own headache.
From Sickbay came the response =^= Aye Sir, on it =^= as Ryan automatically nodded and raised his index finger to point towards the exhausted paramedics all of whom had heard the order and were already forming up into teams, kitting themselves out again and positioning themselves ready to be beamed to their designated locations.
"Ready"; "Alpha Team Ready"; "Beta4 Sir".... there was a seemingly unending chorus of different 'team ready' acknowledgements which echoed around until finally, within literally seconds, they were all standing prepared. Ryan tapped his comm badge and released the command to transport them away before returning to directing the staff who were left to man sickbay.
Chelsea shot him a long look noticing how exhausted he seemed. This was the case for every one of the medics who had all been on emergency shifts now for innumerable hours. In fact, judging by the latest injuries that were now coming in, many of the crew and inhabitants of the station seemed to be either hurting themselves or each other as a result of overtiredness, misjudgments and lack-of-sleep related clumsiness.
She hoped whatever had just been achieved in Ops was finally going to stand down this emergency and give them a chance to return to shifts and rosters so they could all regroup and rest.
~Thank the Prophets for the Marines, that's all I can say!~ she thought, making a mental note to convey that to Darson as soon as she was able.
[Marine HQ]
Darson relaxed back in his chair as the shaking abated and the displays began to show normalized readings and emissions. He steepled his fingers as he thought about what exactly had transpired in the past couple of days, only half listening to the large group of Marines clamoring on the lower steps giving him reports.
He gazed at the representation of the space surrounding Deep Space 5, now mostly clear, and looked closely at the new contact that was quickly identified as the Sarek. He shook his head to clear it from stupid thoughts and took the first PADD at random from one of the Marine subordinates. One thing at a time.
[Main Astrometrics]
Greo looked around at the happy faces. Everyone was pleased that the anomaly was gone. Greo however felt a slight sense of loss, it was after all the most interesting anomaly he had ever seen. Shame it had been so close to the station. Members of the Science department were shaking his hand and suddenly he was tired, so very tired. The tension of the moment and the hard work he had put into this and other projects over the last week filled him with fatigue. He turned to Telgar who was checking the readouts and aftershocks.
"Lieutenant you are in charge. Let me know if there are any problems." He started to make his way out.
"Sir, where are you going?" Telgar asked after him.
"Bed." Greo muttered over his shoulder. "I am going to bed."
Davies took a deep breath and sighed, moving to the console to his left and tapped at the screen, initiating a scoped view outside the station and he saw a single ship, station keeping at close quarters.
"Mr Rushtone, what ship is that?" He quizzed as he studied the shape and knew that it was an Ambassador class.
Almost immediately, he responded. "The USS Sarek and she is hailing." Robert informed David.
"Well, invite them to dock then!" He said as he turned with a grin pasted across his face and spun about on his heel and headed down to the docking bays.
OFF:
Commander David Davies
CO: DS5
Lieutenant Greo Tovon
Acting Chief Science Officer
Lt Cmdr Chelsea Adams
ACMO - DS5
Lt. Bruce Freeman
CEO DS5
Lt. Colonel James Darson + MP’s
Marine Commanding Officer
6th Combined Operations Group – Deep Space 5
by Captain Tasha Tahir (NPC) & Colonel James Darson & Alderman Dorian Gabriel & Commander Chelsea Dunham & Lieutenant Commander Bruce Freeman & Lieutenant Commander Greo Tovon & Commander Karen Villiers
Post Details
| Title | Closure (Part 2) [Time is Fleeting BACKPOST] | |
| Mission | Time is Fleeting | |
| Author(s) | Captain Tasha Tahir (NPC) & Colonel James Darson & Alderman Dorian Gabriel & Commander Chelsea Dunham & Lieutenant Commander Bruce Freeman & Lieutenant Commander Greo Tovon & Commander Karen Villiers | |
| Posted | Wed Nov 11, 2009 @ 8:05pm | |
| Location | DS5 Deck 54 Science Lab / Ops | |
| Timeline | DS5 SD15 22:08 | |
| Tag | Dorian & Karen to sign off? |
"All hands. We're about to attempt to close the rift. We do not know what to expect, so you had better hold onto something that's fixed down. Ops out." He said as he silently prayed this would work. Tapping his chest comm, he replied to Tovon.
=^= "We're in your hands Lieutenant." =^= He said with a small amount of humour behind the command.
NEW:
=^=Thank you Commander.=^= He kept the comm open so tactical could hear his countdown.
"5" Greo glanced around the room.
"4" He rubbed his ear ever so slightly.
"3" He crossed his fingers.
"2" Sweat dripped from his brow.
"1" He closed his eyes.
Davies closed his eyes.
"Launch!" He muttered, almost too afraid to say the word - to take that final step into the unknown. This was the moment of truth. Up at tactical the button was pressed to launch the tricobalt device on the predesignated firing arc. He watched on the giant Astrometrics screen as a small flashing blip raced towards the anomaly. He knew that it would only take 4.13 seconds for the device to reach the flexure, but time seemed to stretch out - the device seemed to take an age to make its way round the all important arc.
[Promenade]
The gathered people had been standing awaiting action. Security forces and Marines had been dispersed around all key areas and now all that was left to do was wait. From the giant windows stretching up from the floor the civilians, scientist, travellers and traders had a perfect view from the promenade. For the last few hours the anomaly, the vast blue-ish sink-hole rent in the very fabric of space and time had loomed ever closer, ever bigger. Now the Starfleet authorities had finally done something. It seemed a bit of an anti-climax when the shimmering tiny star that was the tri-cobalt device raced away from the station, apparently slowing as it approached the flexure.
The MP’s who had been dispatched to this civilian heavy area spared only a quick second from their duties of organizing the large mob people to look out the large window, but returned to their work with an urgent fervor, urging all the gathered people to evacuate the promenade.
All present held their breath as the small spark came closer and closer and then finally disappeared into the sworling lights of the anomaly. For a moment nothing happened, then suddenly a vast explosion was visible at the flexure's heart. Long fingers of what appeared to be lightning crawled out of the rupture, as if some electrical hand was trying to claw its way out. The anomaly itself began to convulse, intense gravimetric waves spilling out from its event horizon. The station shook violently and cries rose from all around the promenade. Suddenly they were experiencing a station wide quake and people began to run for cover. Some stayed however. Maybe brave or stupid, but either way not willing to miss this moment.
As the station shook, The MP’s stumbled but thanks to their military training they were able to remain standing. He turned on his loud speaker embedded in the helmet and began shouting for people to remain calm, and move in an orderly fashion towards the center of the promenade, where it was safer. All though a large amount was in the processes of evacuating there were some idiots who were staying to watch. The MP gave a quick glance to the window, but was interrupted when he saw a crying child in the crowd, looking like it was going to get trampled by the near rioting crowd. He left his position and dove into the crowd, pushing other people aside until he got to the child. He scooped her up and moved back to his position through the crowd.
[Main Astrometrics]
The room was shaking and scientists were frantically trying to find cover or protection. In the middle of it all Greo simply stood watching as the data rolled onto the screen. He watched carefully as the readings from the anomaly fluctuated wildly, spiking and bottoming out then suddenly spiking again. He could see the waves of gravimetric disturbance lapping against the station on his screen. They were strong, but they seemed to be weakening. He slapped his comm badge and shouted above the noise around him.
=^=Tovon to Davies. Sir I think it's working! If I'm reading things right it's about to seal. We might see a huge outflow of energy however so I'd recommend station wide red alert.=^=
David's eyes flickered open as the multitude of colors danced around the view screens. There were bright flashes and the station seemed to hold itself together in the wake of shockwaves and he also let his breath out from his aching lungs as he had not even realized he was holding his breath.
=^="Agreed." He said and his hand flicked out automatically to alert status.
The klaxons sounded as the station began to rock a little more as the rift began to fold in upon itself.
[Space outside Deep Space Five]
The anomaly flexed and fluctuated like some giant beast in it's death throes not willing to accept its death. More 'lightning' crackled from its opening stabbing across space at the rattle station, but not quite reaching. The radiance of the anomaly increased light pouring out in huge amounts, so bright it was hard to look at. Gravity waves swept across the entire area of space, rocking the station like a small boat on the surface of an angry sea. In deathly silence and ancient cold the anomaly started to fall in on itself, the outer event horizon drawing in, convulsing back to the centre. As the flexure closed a huge burst of light, gravity and thoron radiation surged out in all directions.
[Promenade]
A cheer rose from those still gathered, still watching the anomaly. All covered their eyes as the anomaly sealed, so bright was the closure. Others came out from their hiding places and watched as the shockwave spread out and once again rattled the station. This time though they held on to each other, they were no longer afraid. As the wave passed beyond the station they could once again look out into space. The anomaly was gone and again the pleasant background stars of open space greeted them. Most could also see a Starfleet vessel closing on the station, although it hadn't been there a moment before.
The MP who was still holding a sobbing child breathed a sigh of relief as the space cleared up above them. But now, what was he going to do with this child? Should he go deliver her to Promenade Security, or just look around to see what had happened to her guardians? He was saved the trouble by a man who burst through the crowd in a panic, asking if anybody had seen his daughter. The girl, upon seeing him, began to struggle to get down and started screaming “Daddy! Daddy!”
As the man ran towards them, the MP gently deposited her on the ground, and she toddled as fast as she could into the man’s arms. As the parent and child embraced, the crowd around them began to clap.
[Sickbay]
The double shockwaves rocking the station were quickly stabilized by the massive structure's integral 'gravi-levelling' systems but some of the momentum was inevitably felt, even as deep as Sickbay. Laser surgery was thankfully a thing of the past or that could have caused some problems to say the least and more than one disgruntled comment was made about that as the undulations were felt.
As it was, the automated targeting of the current day medical equipment and the accuracy of the techniques in use were such that no-one was unduly hurt while undergoing actual treatment but the falling of unsecured items from countertops, shelves - even with their gravi-balcony fields over which some larger objects still toppled - actually *did* cause an outbreak of minor injuries and contusions.
Even under fire the station was normally *unshakable* and this event not only caused some considerable discomfort to those who were injured, but also a lot of consternation as to what could possibly have been that powerful in a way that could bypass or overpower the usual safeguards.
Chelsea, Ryan, Ed and Sarah all had their work cut out coping with the alarm and inquisitions it all caused, not to mention the extra work at the end of a long and difficult 24 hours.
"What the heck is happening now? Have they all gone nuts up there? If I didn't know better, I'd be convinced that a certain crazy fighter pilot was trying out his trick flying stunts at the helm of this station!" Chelsea muttered half-joking half-concerned, but keeping the latter to herself for the sake of the patients. She began checking the alignment of the medpanel in front of her and bantered with Ed lightly about checking up on Rick.
[Main Astrometrics]
Greo hugged the nearest scientist as the entire team cheered at the success. He stood back and glanced up at the screen. It showed the anomaly gone and the resumption of normal space. It worked!, he thought still not sure he could believe his eyes. He tapped the comm button once more.
=^=Tovon to Davies. Sir we did it!=^=
Davies was astounded, it actually worked and the black inkiness of a proper space began to reform outside. Davies suddenly keeled over, as the station lurched and he, along with the whole stations crew and civilians blacked out as they returned to normal time.
Pushing himself back to his feet, the pain he felt in both his head and his knees stung him to his senses.
=^= "Lieutenant, you have just earned yourself a promotion!" Davies remarked, before tapping at his comm as he stretched himself upward.
=^= "Medical teams to all stations. Damage control, report!" He yelled, trying to soothe his own headache.
From Sickbay came the response =^= Aye Sir, on it =^= as Ryan automatically nodded and raised his index finger to point towards the exhausted paramedics all of whom had heard the order and were already forming up into teams, kitting themselves out again and positioning themselves ready to be beamed to their designated locations.
"Ready"; "Alpha Team Ready"; "Beta4 Sir".... there was a seemingly unending chorus of different 'team ready' acknowledgements which echoed around until finally, within literally seconds, they were all standing prepared. Ryan tapped his comm badge and released the command to transport them away before returning to directing the staff who were left to man sickbay.
Chelsea shot him a long look noticing how exhausted he seemed. This was the case for every one of the medics who had all been on emergency shifts now for innumerable hours. In fact, judging by the latest injuries that were now coming in, many of the crew and inhabitants of the station seemed to be either hurting themselves or each other as a result of overtiredness, misjudgments and lack-of-sleep related clumsiness.
She hoped whatever had just been achieved in Ops was finally going to stand down this emergency and give them a chance to return to shifts and rosters so they could all regroup and rest.
~Thank the Prophets for the Marines, that's all I can say!~ she thought, making a mental note to convey that to Darson as soon as she was able.
[Marine HQ]
Darson relaxed back in his chair as the shaking abated and the displays began to show normalized readings and emissions. He steepled his fingers as he thought about what exactly had transpired in the past couple of days, only half listening to the large group of Marines clamoring on the lower steps giving him reports.
He gazed at the representation of the space surrounding Deep Space 5, now mostly clear, and looked closely at the new contact that was quickly identified as the Sarek. He shook his head to clear it from stupid thoughts and took the first PADD at random from one of the Marine subordinates. One thing at a time.
[Main Astrometrics]
Greo looked around at the happy faces. Everyone was pleased that the anomaly was gone. Greo however felt a slight sense of loss, it was after all the most interesting anomaly he had ever seen. Shame it had been so close to the station. Members of the Science department were shaking his hand and suddenly he was tired, so very tired. The tension of the moment and the hard work he had put into this and other projects over the last week filled him with fatigue. He turned to Telgar who was checking the readouts and aftershocks.
"Lieutenant you are in charge. Let me know if there are any problems." He started to make his way out.
"Sir, where are you going?" Telgar asked after him.
"Bed." Greo muttered over his shoulder. "I am going to bed."
Davies took a deep breath and sighed, moving to the console to his left and tapped at the screen, initiating a scoped view outside the station and he saw a single ship, station keeping at close quarters.
"Mr Rushtone, what ship is that?" He quizzed as he studied the shape and knew that it was an Ambassador class.
Almost immediately, he responded. "The USS Sarek and she is hailing." Robert informed David.
"Well, invite them to dock then!" He said as he turned with a grin pasted across his face and spun about on his heel and headed down to the docking bays.
OFF:
Commander David Davies
CO: DS5
Lieutenant Greo Tovon
Acting Chief Science Officer
Lt Cmdr Chelsea Adams
ACMO - DS5
Lt. Bruce Freeman
CEO DS5
Lt. Colonel James Darson + MP’s
Marine Commanding Officer
6th Combined Operations Group – Deep Space 5