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 Post subject: Fugitive One
PostPosted: Fri August 3rd, 2012 12:52 am 
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Hugh sat bolt upright in his bed, beads of sweat furrowing his brow. His breathing was heavy, he pressed his hand against the centre of his chest, feeling his heartbeat. His long, hazel hair was a mess, he dropped his head and it covered his face. He reached to a console on his nightstand and turned on the lights in the room. There was nothing special about it, the walls were grey and there weren’t any decorative items aside from the wooden nightstand with a computer terminal.

He checked the console which read 4:30am. He sighed. He had only finished his shift six hours ago. He knew there was no point trying to sleep again. He rubbed the Borg implant protruding from the back of his head before moving his hand down the scar on his face from his previous implant removal. The war was taking its toll on him. In a few hours he would receive the casualty list from command. He hated that job. He remembered hearing the stories about Captains posting the reports during the Dominion war when he was in the Academy. He never thought he would need to face a similar job.

The Legion was a tough ship. She had been on the front lines in a number of battles, not all of them went well. He was glad he hadn’t lost as many as most. He had no family to lose and he didn’t make that many friends in the Academy. But still, if he lost a crewmember he took it pretty hard. There were some ships out there with thousands of crew, the Legion only carried a few hundred. His remaining Borg implant gave him access to a small database. He used this to memorise every member of the crew, he knew them all by name. Maybe not the best idea in war time

He shook his head; this wasn’t the time to think of the war. They were on a different mission. Near enough to the front lines to worry, but far enough not to worry too much. He pulled himself out of bed and trudged to the wardrobe, putting on a tracksuit. He usually waited longer to do this, but since he was awake he thought he may as well go now. He left his quarters and started jogging down the corridor. It was always empty early in the morning. Not even the Officers on graveyard shift spent much time away from their posts.

He turned a corner, almost jogging right into someone. He stopped suddenly, about to apologise until he saw who it was. His face broke into a smile, and he couldn’t resist laughing. Standing in front of him was the ship’s Doctor. She always berated him for these early morning runs. He still didn’t know how she knew when he was up.

“Can I help you, doctor?” He asked cheerfully, trying to sound less tired than he was.

“Trying to hide how tired you are won’t work on a Betazoid!” Otpra replied sternly, frowning and folding her arms. Her long, dark hair always made her look scary when she got like this, despite her slim physique. “How long has it even been since you had a good night’s sleep, Captain?”

“How do you always know I’m awake at these hours?” He asked, the same old question he always asked, he knew the response before she even said it.

“As the ship’s physician it’s my job to know.” Hugh nodded as she talked, mouthing the words as she said them.

“Right.” He replied absent mindedly. “Ok, I’ll make you a deal, after my run if we haven’t reached the Felanisystem I’ll get some more sleep.”

She didn’t like it, and he knew she wouldn’t. But he also knew she wouldn’t deem him unfit for duty because she knew he was used to insomnia, and his old Borg implants actually helped stave off adverse effects. Slowly he could see her coming around.

“Fine.” She said at last, reluctantly.

Hugh grinned and jogged past her, back down the corridor.

“Now get some rest!” He called back to her, snorting a laugh as he turned another corner away.

Today is going to be a long day, he thought as he jogged. He could feel it. He didn’t know what exactly, but his gut was telling him to be careful. Something bad was going to happen. He wasn’t superstitious, and nor was he a gambling man, but he just knew something was going to happen.

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"There's an old Earth saying, Captain. A phrase of great power and wisdom and consolation to the soul in times of need. Allons-y!!" - The Doctor

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Medical Division, Alpha Squad
12th Fleet, United Federation of Planets
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"Call for us, the power in all of us, so far beyond the blackened sky tonight. Glorious, forever more in us, we are victorious and so alive" - Dragonforce, Heroes of our Time

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PostPosted: Mon October 8th, 2012 4:28 pm 
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The bridge was darker than usual. Ulmek liked the graveyard shift, it made him more accustomed to working on a Federation ship. He sat perfectly straight in the Captain's chair, his arms sitting on the arm rests. If it weren't for his gentle breathing some might have thought he was dead. The bridge was deathly silent. The ship was in high warp and was still a few minutes from arriving at its destination. The clock above the viewscreen read "06:00". He fidgeted with his collar, he wasn't used to wearing a Federation uniform, though for his efforts with the Federation in the past, and after glowing recommendations from his Reman superiors, he was accepted into Starfleet as a Lieutenant Commander. The rest of the bridge crew didn't mind working in low light, some even preferred it.

"Sir? I'm reading something strange over here" the on duty science officer announced, uncertainty in his voice. "It's something on sensors, a pattern I've never seen before."

Ulmek turned his chair to him and cocked his head slightly. Being a science officer himself, he thought it best to take a look. He pushed himself out of the chair and marched over to the console. He leaned down, looking at the display panel. He frowned, the Lieutenant was right to be confused. The pattern was strange, but looked hopelessly mixed with other forms of background radiation. What he could see was standard background radiation. There was a high level of chronitons and neutrinos, but nothing drastic and certainly not noteworthy. What was unusual was that they all seemed to be slightly out of phase. Ulmek used the console to bring up the ship's current position, it was near the border of the Tholian Assembly. Ulmek let out a little laugh.

"Tholians, most likely." Ulmek replied cooly. "Things like this are always happening around their space. I wouldn't be surprised if they had something to do with the Turing."

The officer looked relieved, but Ulmek was still unsure himself. The Tholians very rarey travelled so far out of their own space. Relations with them had been strained ever since the war broke out, though, and these days anything was possible. He patrolled the bridge for a while, monitoring progress where he could. The crew mostly seemed relieved they weren't returning to the front lines. The Legion was an Escort Carrier, after all, and she had seen her fair share of combat. The ship slowly dropped out of warp.

"Now entering the Felani system." The conn officer announced. Her voice was deep, but clear and slow. She was the only Pakled officer on the ship that he knew of. She was a short woman, with short, dark hair and an overly curvy physique.

"Analysis, Ensign?" He asked, referring back to the conn officer. He gazed out at what looked like empty space, save for one Red Giant star.

"Yes, sir" she eventually replied. "The system is goverened by a Red Giant star. There are three planetary bodies and an outlying asteroid field. Felani II contains the ruins of a civilisation most likely extinct by the star going nova. Felani I and III are barren."

"Thank you, Ensign." He turned back to the science officer. "Conduct a long-range scan, in particular for anything resembling a federation warp signiture." He returned to the captain's chair and pressed a button on the arm, activating the communicator. "Captain Three."

"Three here, go ahead Ulmek." Hugh's voice came through clealy.

"Sir, we have reached the Felani system and are conducting initial scans now."

"I'll be there shortly, Three out."

Ulmek stared out into the stars. He could sense something, but he wasn't sure what. It may have been the lost ship with her stranded crew, but his telepathic link was too weak to focus on. Sure enough, as suddenly as it started the feeling disappeared.

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"There's an old Earth saying, Captain. A phrase of great power and wisdom and consolation to the soul in times of need. Allons-y!!" - The Doctor

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Lieutenant Commander Hugh
Medical Division, Alpha Squad
12th Fleet, United Federation of Planets
=/\= ==================================== =/\=

"Call for us, the power in all of us, so far beyond the blackened sky tonight. Glorious, forever more in us, we are victorious and so alive" - Dragonforce, Heroes of our Time

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The senior officers gathered around the table in the conference room. Ulmek attempted to guard his eyes from the light of the room. Unlike on the bridge, there were no dark corners for him to hide in. It had become used more as a war room of late, some failing to hide the relief that this meeting wouldn't start with the latest casualty report. Even so, the moment the captain walked in with a serious face, they knew it couldn't be good news. He took a seat at the head of the table, his officers eagerly looking to him for news. He scanned his officers with his eyes, noticing an empty seat. It didn't take him too long to figure out who was missing.

"Where is Semesh?" He asked sternly, addressing no one in particular. His officers exchanged a few furtive glances.

"I believe he was helping outfit the Phaser cannons, Captain." His first officer replied. Vaaerul was a short, dark skinned Vulcan with long black hair. She had served with Hugh on more than one star ship, was even a first officer before he became captain.

As if on queue the doors opened and a tall, tank-like Gorn walked into the room. Unlike the others he wasn't wearing a standard Starfleet uniform. His torso was bare save for shoulder pads and a sash across his chest. Most Federation ships wouldn't let a Gorn walk around outside a brig, let alone promote them to a Commander. Semesh was part of a diplomatic exchange program set up before the war, but had stayed allied with the Federation once the war broke out. As he spoke the Universal translator translated his language, but the hissing could be heard over it.

"Apologies, Captain, there were complications in the cannon upgrades" Semesh said, taking his seat, one which had been modified to handle his size.

Hugh nodded solemnly, before turning his attention back to his other officers.

"I know most of you were hoping for some good news today. As you know we have been scanning for the whereabouts of the U.S.S. Dijkstra since entering the system." He surveyed his officers who grimly awaited the news. "At 0800 hours this morning our sensors picked up a large area of debris in the system. Further scans confirmed that it was the U.S.S. Dijkstra." Few faces dropped, they'd gotten used to bad news, and even expected it, but Hugh never thought this would shock them. "Worse than that, the damage is consistent with Federation phaser fire."

The table was alive now, people conversing with furtive glances, not willing to be the first to speak up. It was a while before Crem, a tall Bolian and chief Engineer, spoke up.

"If we could scan for warp signatures we'd be able to find where they went, maybe even what class of ship it was." He announced at last, Hugh nodded.

"There are no warp trails in and out of the system save for the Dijkstra and a few Tholian ships, but there are no tholian weapons signatures on the debris, or sign of any Tetryon weapon fire. Whoever did this, it was one of ours"

The table fell silent. Everyone was either lost in thought, or just lost. There weren't many leads to follow based on the facts, and they knew it. There seemed to only be one option, but he didn't want to rule out any other ideas. The silence was chilling. The very thought that a Federation ship had turned against another was enough to put everyone on edge. Semesh tapped his claws against the table impatiently. Hugh glared at him, but never even expected it to make a difference. He was a fine officer, but could be rash and emotional at times, almost a polar opposite of Vaaerul.

"It could be a defiant class, cloaked ship." T'Plong suggested, breaking the silence. She was a tall, Bajoran woman with sort, red hair. The Chief of Security. "No cloak is perfect, it's bound to give off some kind of radiation."

Hugh nodded, about to dismiss his officers, but he stalled.

"I know it's not the best situation to be in, but we have to keep our heads. This isn't necessarily a Federation crew who went Rogue. It could be that the Klingons have gotten hold of one of our ships, or even the Tholians. We can't work on any assumption other than the fact that there's a ship out here that took down one of ours, and we need to find them." He pulled himself up from his seat. "Dismissed." He said finally, allowing his officers leave. He stayed behind, gazing out of the conference room window into space.

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"There's an old Earth saying, Captain. A phrase of great power and wisdom and consolation to the soul in times of need. Allons-y!!" - The Doctor

=/\= ==================================== =/\=
Lieutenant Commander Hugh
Medical Division, Alpha Squad
12th Fleet, United Federation of Planets
=/\= ==================================== =/\=

"Call for us, the power in all of us, so far beyond the blackened sky tonight. Glorious, forever more in us, we are victorious and so alive" - Dragonforce, Heroes of our Time

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