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PostPosted: Tue August 6th, 2013 3:57 am 
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8th day of February, 2155
United Earth Space Fleet Command Complex


Three shuttles descended in tight formation before turning in a wide gentle arc together then simultaneously flared their approach, and settled onto the landing pads in unison. The display was hardly noticed by those close by as the staff worked quickly, and the other passengers were busy collecting their gear to look up and see yet another group of shuttles coming down. As the door opened a female Andorian stepped out and looked about briefly before stepping away to allow another to emerge. After her a male stepped out, and squinted as he looked upwards into the clear blue sky overhead. Conscious his antennae might reveal his apprehension the Andorian quickly composed himself and shouldered his travel bag. After the last Andorian exited the shuttle door was closed and the group began moving off the pad.

The 15 Andorians paused to watch the shuttles lift off, and turn to depart together clearing the landing area for yet more shuttles descending.

"Welcome to Earth"

Turning the Andorians saw a dark haired man with round metal rim glasses beaming with a wide smile. He wore a deep blue suit with white shirt, black dress shoes, and carried a silver metallic PADD.

"I am Mister Roybal, United Earth Diplomatic Corps"

The male turned back as two golden metal shuttles landed. Neither touched down at the same time, nor was their alignment symmetrical. He couldn't help conceal the smirk as their doors opened and a Tellarite emerged.

"Your guest quarters are this way. If you would follow me"

Roybal gestured and began to lead the Andorians away as a young blonde haired woman took a deep breath and approached the Tellarites behind them. As they walked most of the Andorians stood tall, their gaze fixed ahead while Roybal droned on about the history and architecture of the complex. Gesturing grandly at the structures as they passed. His voice carried as he spoke loud, and slow turning back to look at them often as if expecting questions. Still many of the black and green garbed blue skin aliens were aware of the stares from the humans as they passed. The most evident came from the humans in grey uniforms with blue piping accents. While glances were also evident from members wearing the blue jumpsuits with different colored piping, these were noticeably less glaring.

"Mister Roybal, how long until our first formal attendance?"

"Uh.." He keyed into his PADD before continuing "There is a dinner tonight at 1830 hours"

"And what time is it currently?"

"Eleven ten, why?"

"Thank you, I will see you for dinner"

"Ah.. Wait! You don't know where your quarters are located.. How will you find-"

"I think I can locate where you are keeping the blue ones"

With a nod he turned and departed leaving 14 Andorians, and a speechless Roybal. He walked through an open plaza of manicured grass with concrete walkways that had benches placed at even intervals. The Plants were abundant and trimmed while more importantly there were less humans to stare as he passed. Eventually he arrived at a balcony overlooking an expanse of water with a large metropolis on the far side. A breeze of cool salt air blew in from the water allowing him a moment to enjoy the climate. Overhead shuttles maneuvered about, but no where near the volume at the landing pad where he first arrived.

"I never tire of that view either"

The Andorian turned to see a dark haired woman in her mid 30's wearing a blue jummpsuit with yellow piping. Her hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail, and though although the eyes showed she was tired, her smile appeared genuine. She extended her hand in the gesture they were all briefed on as a typical Earth greeting.

"Erika Hernandez, Captain of the Starship Columbia. Welcome to Earth"

He turned to face her, extending his hand to allow her to take it and initiate the shake. He made mental note of the exchange. The firmness, the amount of shakes, the posture. Then he became aware she was looking at him, not the stare of the other humans, but as if expecting some information.

"My apologies Captain. I am Command select Kratal Thanien of the Imperial Guard.

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PostPosted: Wed August 7th, 2013 11:58 pm 
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Vulcan cruiser: Alli'nah
Earth orbit, Sol system


R'pel stood patiently with close to two dozen other Vulcans on deck seven near the shuttle bay. Beyond the pressure door a deep rumbling metallic bang echoed, then the door display turned green before the door hissed open. With a quiet efficiency the Vulcans began heading through the airlock before boarding the auxiliary craft located beyond. After stowing her bag, R'Pel took a seat, and clicked the restraint into place before she closed her eyes to await the final preparations.

It wasn't long before the small craft undocked from the larger D'Kyr class cruiser, and turn toward the surface of the blue green cloud filled Menshara planet below. Absently she turned her head to look out the viewport where she noticed in addition to the normal Earth starships a number of Tellarite ships were also in orbit. Feeling the first vibrations of the re-entry process she again closed her eyes, trying to still her mind as the small craft began more violent buffeting.

Feeling the craft's momentum slow R'pel again turned her gauze to the viewport. She watched the grey tones of 'Marine Layer fog' give way to green coastal mountains. As the craft turned a snake of different colored lights trailed through the landscape below, the 'highway' connecting northern settlements to San Francisco. Finally the structures of the small town of Sausalito became visible as did the blue waters of the quiet bay the 'town' was located alongside. Gentle humm of machinery joined with the steady sound of the engines as the inertia again adjusted. Finally a gentle bump was felt by all before the engines spooled down and the craft's door slid open.

Silently the passengers gathered their belongings before stepping outside. As they walked toward the Vulcan compound a short distance away R'pel could determine first time visitors from those Vulcans more familiar with Earth's different climate. The door's opened, and the new arrivals were greeted by different envoy's of different positions held in the compound. Judging by the ornate, or simple robes worn. None were there to greet her, so she crossed to the directory, and keyed in a command sequence. The display results gave her a moment's pause showing her old room was occupied, so she had been assigned new quarters on the third floor.

R'Pel crossed the rock garden to the inner entry where an aide nodded as she passed, so she returned the informal gesture. Then she proceeded to the guest wing, before climbing the wide steps to the third floor. The residence was simple, and functional, with sparse decor. The main room contained two low bench seats, with a table between. A portable folding screen sectioned off the food preparation area. Finally a table held a work station computer in addition to a small sculpture. Connected to this room was the sleeping area with mat, and a low dresser. A washroom, and closet completed the layout. She programmed a door lock code, then crossed the room to throw open the window overlooking the water beyond. With nearly an hour before the noon meal, she set her baggage on one bench and took a seat at the computer. R'Pel brought up the communication interface, then selected the Inter-species Medical Exchange Program. When it connected she attempted an earth custom 'smile' to the receptionist.

"Hello, I am R'Pel, returned from Vulcan and requesting my next assignment"

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San Francisco bay, Earth

"So how do you find Earth so far?"

Kratal replayed the conversation with the human female, Erika Hernandez, over again in his head as the shuttle skimmed across the smooth grey blue water of the bay. Just two hours ago she explained why the other humans seemed so stare happy, as contrary to Andorian intel had briefed the Vulcans seemed to prefer the solace of their compound, and when they did emerge at the Starfleet Command Complex the visit was brief with their numbers rarely exceeding Four. Most of the Grey uniform wearing cadets had never seen more than two together, and as Erika pointed out 'He' bore little resemblance to a Vulcan.

Kratal listened as she pointed out the area where a weapon was discharged in the bay. It seems just sometime last year a xeno-phobic movement had broke out in the area demanding the removal of all non humans from Earth. This 'Tera Prime' movement that seemed to spring forth from the Xindi attack on Earth in 2153 where some seven million inhabitants slaughtered. The organization almost succeeded in destroying the Starfleet Command Complex; however, Captain Johnathan Archer leading Enterprise managed to disrupt their goals, and instead the orbital weapon discharged harmlessly into the bay.

After the caution of less than warm welcoming locals, she briefly explained Earth's currency exchange policies. Then at his request showed him where the distribution office was located. The particulars of reimbursement were still being worked on by the ambassadors, yet an allotment card was authorized and issued. with the allotment card, and directions to the 602 club, Kratal set off to the large Metropolis assured he had ample time to return for tonight's event.

Stepping out of the shuttle in San Francisco he was well aware if the stares from the humans he passed. Only once a woman pulled her offspring away abruptly. While most other exchanges were simply awkward.
Kratal watched with amused fascination as an archaic wheeled vehicle of metal and wood traveled past on metal rails sunk into the ground. A loud metal bell clanging away as the 'streetcar' rumbled along.

Eventually he found a men's formal wear shop, and entered. Initially he requested a black leather outfit, but the shop attendant assured him wool for the suit, with the shirt in satin, or silk was more appropriate. He also relented on the color assured slate grey complemented his skin tone better than black. On the shirt he remained firm on the green shade of the Imperial guard, and found a high colored satin long sleeve shirt suitable. The shop attendant insisted on a 'pop of color' and suggested white and black leather 'wing tip' dress shoes. A satin pocket handkerchief, and under shirt, and shorts completed the set. He handed the allotment card over and returned to the dressing room preferring the new outfit to his Imperial guard issue.

Afterwards Kratal rode another of the street cars to a tourist area near the waters edge. He noticed the passing throngs of people didn't seem to react as drastically with his new outfit, although when eye contact was made the startled surprise was hard for the passerby to conceal. He chose 2 shops here, one for a souvenir metal mug with the Golden gate bridge in raised relief and the lettering San Francisco underneath. He was surprised the bridge was just an architectural achievement from long ago, and not a monument, or memorial marker as discussed by the other Andorians when they arrived. A shirt with horizontal black and white stripes signifying his 'escape from Alcatraz' ( whatever that meant ) was also chosen.

Upon leaving the area Kratal was subjected to a rude comment from a group of youths. As he turned to face them a Law peacekeeper interceded, and politely requested he just "keep moving"
He signaled for a vehicle 'taxi' and displayed the directions to the 602 club. The vehicle operator made a comment about a "fare" but began moving when Kratal flashed the allotment card. As he traveled through the busy metropolis Kratal took in parks, homes, hills, and business districts. Before the vehicle traveled over the orange metal bridge heading north to Mill Valley.

He stepped into the room, and instantly the establishment went silent, with the patrons turning to stare at his arrival.

"You lost?" Called a red curly haired woman from behind the counter.

"That would depend"

"On?"

"This establishment is the 602 club, correct?"

"Ya"

"And your function is to provide alcoholic beverage consumption"

"Well I never heard it referred to like that before... but yeah"

"Then I am not lost" He crossed to the counter, and took a stool ignoring the silent stares from the other patrons. "I wish to sample a local beverage"

"Which one?"

"What do you recommend?"

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United Earth Space Fleet Command Complex
Formal dining hall, Evening


Parnik leaned back in his chair as he took in the scene around him. The Denobulan was seated along one side of the large dining hall with other members of the Scientific Advancement Cooperation. To his right sat the Inter-species Medical Exchange, and he absently allowed his grin to spread wide as he looked over their table. They all wore matching white lab coats over their clothing choices as some sort of uniform element, which for some reason amused him. Their uniform; however, was drastically less striking than the crisp navy blue of the M.A.C.O. table along the opposite wall. Every M.A.C.O. wore fresh, clean haircuts with the females having their hair in a tightly woven bun. The entire table gave the very essence of authority as they sat quietly with their backs straight and the light glinting off polished buttons as they occasionally sipped from their glass ware.

Set in between, with the large windows overlooking the sunlight reflective towering skyscrapers of San Francisco in the distance, was a long head table draped in white linen with polished silver dinner ware. At the middle of the head table Parnik watched Captain Johnathan Archer share an amusing story with the Andorian Shran. Beyond Archer sat the stoic Vulcan Captain Sopek, and next to Shran a disinterested Tellarite continued to fidget with the serve ware. Flanking these four were the delegates, and senior military officials of each of the four species. Flanking the outer ends of the table were a couple of representatives of Rigel, Denobula, Coriban, Mazar, and even a few Xindi were in attendance.

The center of the room contained the focus of tonight's gathering. Seated at sixteen round tables in integrated groups of eight, were thirty two of each of the four species. As stewards in crisp white jackets moved about the dining hall with appetizers, the entire room was filled with a chorus of colors from each of the services. The reddish copper of the Vulcan's tunics was countered by the cool blue hue of the Earth fleet jackets with their colorful braid of yellow, red, and green. The Andorians further added to the cool tones as their black clothing, light blue skin, and white hair was a stark contrast to the orange-brown Tellarites wearing warm gold with green, or orange clothing.

Parnik couldn't help but continue his broad smile. It seemed like just moments ago he was frantically packing his effects in response to the 'Tera Prime' threat to evacuate, and now multiple species were gathered to celebrate what they achieved together in response to yet another unknown alien threat. While the Xindi threat had isolated humanity from working with aliens the Babel Crisis had brought them back together. His curiosity as a scientist was racing with possibilities this gathering could evolve into, while his social nature as a Denobulan strained within him as he remained seated with his colleagues, and not mingling within the room.

A clinking glass got his attention, and with the rest of the room Parnik's gaze went to the head table where a Human male with deeply tanned skin, and black hair stood at the head table. He was wearing the blue and white uniform of an Admiral with Earth's Space Command.

"Thank you. I have not had the chance to meet you all, so let me begin by welcoming each and every Delegate, adviser, representative, and guest here at this historic event"

He paused, turning to look at each of the groups present along the head table. Occasionally a quick nod, a brief smile then he turned back to the room at large and continued.

"For those of you newly arrived, let me welcome you to Earth. My name is Admiral Marcus Williams, and it is my sincere hope that this event leads to further co-operation among our assembled species. As you may know ninety two years ago, in April of 2063, we learned we were not alone in the universe when a Vulcan ship landed, and ushered in a new age in human history. We have come along way since then, and we have made a few friends as well as a few enemies. We overcame a misunderstanding.."

He turned to the Xindi at the end of the table, and met their gaze, but they just sat quietly with no hint of exchanging in dialogue.

"We fostered negotiations with our neighbors on some fronts, and defended hostile attacks on others. Each time getting a better understanding of the universe we were part of, and our fellow inhabitants. It wasn't easy, and unfortunately it wasn't without losses. Yet today we are better for it, and stand ready for the next test as we go further. But this gathering is not about Earth's achievements in exploring space, it is about what took place three months ago"

He paused, taking a sip from his glass before placing it back on the table and continuing.

"Three months ago an unknown force attempted to disrupt the relationships building between our people. They pitted us against one another Tellarite against Andorian, and Vulcan against Earth, but it didn't work. More importantly a historic first was achieved that without this hostile act committed against our combined races may have never happened. A joint task force of 128 ships from Earth, Andoria, Tellar, and Vulcan came together and halted the Babel Crisis. Tonight is a celebration of that event. A celebration that we are stronger when working together, than not. I can only hope our working together only becomes stronger as we move forward, but enough of the speeches this after all is a dinner"

Admiral Williams gestured forward and took his seat as applause from the room began. Then his nose getting a hint of what was to come Parnik watched as the stewards re-entered carrying silver domed trays to the tables.

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Ngrel stepped through the doorway and snorted as he saw the three Andorians and two Vulcans already present in the room. The Tellarite grumbled something under his breath as he scratched his jaw while moving slowly to the window away from the others. Earth was bearable while inside the Human dwellings, but the climate controls needed adjustment in his opinion. As he looked through the window at the courtyard below he remembered his arrival yesterday, and how the humans failed to treat their arrival with the proper ceremony. Again at dinner last night, at least at his table, the other seated guests would talk occasionally, but none agreed with his assessment of how the food tasted poorly, or the bland wine. No the others seemed satisfied with the efforts to appease each of the four species, and when the Vulcan stated he was 'not being logical' oh how insulting.

He turned as the door slid open and a Vulcan emerged from inside. He crossed to his other two companions before quietly conversing.

"This exchange should prove interesting. I will see you both at the compound"

With that the new Vulcan departed, no further information shared as to why they had all been summoned to the Earth official's meeting room. Ngrel began to move toward the human female seated at a reception desk when the desk chimed and a unknown male voice called out.

"Penelope, we're ready. Send the next one in"

Turning to face her directly Ngrel puffed his chest out, but the woman was looking at a computer display.

"Kratal Thanien" She looked up at the Andorians. "The Admiral will see you now, this way please"

She rose from her seat, and escorted the Andorian past the posted security poised at the doorway. Ngrel turned to the window once again vowing that Ambassador Gral would hear about this lack of courtesy displayed by the humans.

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Kratal followed the human woman through the door, and into the large office beyond. Seated behind a large ornate wood desk sat a grey haired man in the Earth uniform blue, with white and gold piping. behind him a large circular seal of a yellow sideways arrowhead, on a blue and white star field with the caption 'Ad Astra Per Aspera' in the outer ring border hung on the wall. Seated alongside the human in a large flanking V were two Vulcans, two Androrians, two Tellarites, and two additional humans. Along the side wall were aides for each species, with another human seated at a computer who kept typing continually.

The woman leading Kratal walked to a lone chair set a few paces in front of the desk and gestured for him to wait there. Then she turned to the human and announced him.

"Admiral, Command select Kratal Thanien of the Imperial Guard, Andoria"

Then she withdrew. Kratal knew his antennae were betraying his curiosity to his fellow Andorians, but he could only hope the others were unaware of his state of mind.

"Command select Thanien, I am Admiral Gardner. I believe you already know General Sharad, and Commander Shran of the Imperial Guard. This is fleet commander Sopek, and Minister Kuvak of Vulcan. Admiral Naarg, and Captain Pasok of Tellar, and Admiral's Williams, and Leonard of Earth. Please, have a seat"

Kratal sat aware of his movements and posture being scrutinized by some of the assembled officers. While both Tellarites were disinterested, the steely eyed gaze of his former commander bore into him. It would have been easy to let the emotion felt seeing Shran take hold. The pain they both shared when after being rescued by Enterprise, they realized only 19 had escaped the Kumari's destruction. Aware this had the feel of a military review Kratal remained rigid, his posture formal, his eyes fixed ahead, and fought to prevent his antennae from twitching. From the corner of his eye he could see Shran smile, yes Shran had taught him well.

"Shall we begin?" The Admiral asked the room at large "Do you know why you are here?"

"Yes Admiral, to participate in a celebration of our species coming together at Babel recently"

"Where you accused the Terrarites of destroying your ship" Spat Naarg. His disinterest now gone, he sat forward in his seat, pointing right at Shran. "Admit it, you wanted to kill us! You tried to kill me"

"Admiral please" Garder pleaded his hand up, trying to regain control.

"Admiral Naarg is correct, initial sensor data held a Terrarite cruiser responsible for the attack on the Kumari" Murmurs filled the room, and he saw Shran's eyes narrow. Kratal stared at the enraged Tellarite "We now know a ship falsified the data in an attempt to spread distrust among our species. We were being manipulated"

"And yet Tellar and Andoria have put aside their differences, and for the first time are working together" Gardner paused and met the gaze of the Tellarite, who huffed and sat back. He allowed the tension in the room to ease a little before continuing.

"The conflicts, and merits of all of our species is for the diplomats to wade through. We are here to represent our worlds fleets. The ambassadors have enough to work out with out us bringing up old rivalries. That being said, we see the continuing of our working together only strengthening all of our people. So to steal a phrase from the Vulcans... The next step is only logical"

Gardner chuckled to himself as he looked to the two Vulcans, but they only stared blankly. He cleared his throat, and again looked at Kratal.

"As the ambassadors work to bring our worlds closer together, it is only fitting the fleets also unite. Babel was just the beginning of a co-operation effort by all of our respective worlds that together we are stronger than when we are apart. To that end we are going to test integrating our fleets"

Kratal was shocked, he instantly turned to the two senior Imperial Guard members present for confirmation. General Sharad nodded his approval, while Shran's lips tightened and his head gave a quick jerk to face back to Admiral Gardner.

"You do not seem pleased Thanien, you may speak freely"

"I do not know what to say Admiral Gardner. I was expecting appointment to command a ship of my own, not be transferred to the pink skin... forgive me.. To your agency as a test subject"

"Your appointment to command is not invalid. You are hereby assigned command of the Thunderchief, and promoted to Commander"

"What is a Thunderchief?"

"It is one of our Intrepid class light cruisers. Unfortunately Enterprise, and Columbia both have captains already assigned. NX oh Three, and four are still under construction and will be some time until they are operational. Even with the Vulcans building NX oh six, and seven for us they will take even longer to be complete"

"Vulcans are building Earth ships?"

"Yes, Commander Thanien they are. You remember the incident last year? When the Vulcan fleet approached-"

"The failed invasion of my homeworld? Yes, Admiral. I remember, I was there"

"The Vulcans dissolved the high command. And after an in depth review of the activities of Administrator V'Less's actions have chose to dismantle the Vulcan fleet"

"The Vulcan's no longer command their fleet"

"In a manner of speaking, no. They will retain Some D'Kyr cruisers for diplomatic transport, and emergency reaction capability. Their Surrok, and Sh'Ran cruisers are all being turned over for reverse engineering, integration training or like all of the Vahklas class scout ships dismantled"

"And what of our ships?" Kratal asked looking to Sharad.

"Our warcruisers are no longer in demand. We are at peace with the Vulcans, and are working with the Tellarites. Our ships lack scientific focus, and are being mothballed while a new design is being jointly developed"

Kratal sat in disbelief, his antennae clearly transmitting his anxiety.

"This Thunderchief has a pink skin crew"

"Currently it is empty" Admiral Gardner remarked calmly. "As an Earth vessel it will retain a majority of the original species complement. We will allow the Commanding officer his own discretion to select 25-33% of the vessels complement from the partner members species to fill out the requirements; however, do not think we will let you only take your species aboard. In addition Denobula, Rigel, and Coridan are also viewing this opportunity to participate, and you may select any of their qualified candidates. Any questions?"

"I am certain Admiral, I will have plenty of questions. For example, my chain of command"

"This complex has been selected for all of the Star Fleets to report into for Command. Each member species will maintain their chain of command to this complex, with a central Command for all of the ships. In addition to Embassies for each Ambassador to work through. While you are still a member of the Imperial Guard, you are on temporary assignment for one year to Earth Space Fleet Command, under the Inter Species Cooperation of Starfleet Commands program"

A computer chirped on the desk, and Admiral Gardner looked at a chronograph. He turned and gestured to an aide in the back of the room who came forward to Kratal with 4 PADD's, 2 datachips, and a personal communicator. Kratal suddenly remembered the Vulcan who had exited the room prior to his entry was also carrying the same items.

"Well then, we are settled for now. Commander" Gardner stood, and extended his hand in the earth custom. After he stood and completed the handshake, the Admiral gave his final instructions.

"What was discussed in this room are not to be repeated to those still seated in the lobby outside. Not all the species has been informed of the choices made to integrate the fleets, and we don't want anyone getting upset because one found out about it before another. Understood?"

"Understood"

"We will assign an aide to assist you in understanding the capabilities, and staffing requirements of your vessel, as well as a personnel director to assist in staffing. Until then I suggest you familiarize yourself with the technical specifications, and layouts provided to you on the PADD's. Unless there is anything further, you may depart"

As Kratal turned Shran quickly stood, and crossed to him quickly. He got close so his voice didn't carry, but there was no gentleness in his tone.

"You will not give them any reason to suggest 'we' had anything to do with this experiment not succeeding. Do I make myself clear?"

"I don't-"

"If this co-operation does not work it will not be because an Andorian failed. Let the Vulcan, or Tellarite Ambassador explain themselves, but I will not have Archer look in my eyes and ask why I failed to support this endeavor. The pink skin owes me! Am I clear?"

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"YAH THEEN HUU!"

The echo of leather boots thudding together reverberated through the room as the seated masses stood together, snapping to attention. Two grey haired men with close crop haircuts strode down the aisle, a younger man following in close step behind. All three wore the same style of grey with naval blue striped trouser, black patent leather military dress shoes, and a short sleeve button down shirt. Their individual rank insignia, and award decorations; however, differed drastically, but all three carried the same unifying patch on the shoulder: Military Assault Command Operations.

As they reached the raised platform at the front of the room all three stepped up. The lead man stopped in the center, while the other two continued walking to the wall. Then they all turned around.

"Take your seats!"

The soft rustle of clothing broke the quiet as the assembled retook their seating. The Officer standing in the center of the raised step swiveled his head across the room as his tongue slid across his teeth inside his tightened lips which made his mouth contort slightly. His hand abruptly shot up roughly even with his head showing the clutched PADD he carried.

"Ladies.. Gentlemen, Space Fleet is asking for us once again"

A murmur broke from the assembled, with a few heads swiveling to their look at their neighbor, and one or two congratulatory arm taps to the row head.

"As you were. This is is from General Casey, Space Fleet is implementing a pilot program whereas our allied alien species assume command of a few of our space going vessels for integration training for a period of one year. We have been asked to provide one hundred and twenty eight security teams, with no definitive time frame for all teams to be in place. Your garrison will be considered the main provider. Personnel from the Janus Loop will be recalled; however, it will be some time before they can return to Earth. Likewise the next class of West Point graduates may not be ready in time. You are authorized at your discretion to consider qualified NCO's to fill out team leader staffing needs"

He looked over the room, the earlier jovial banter was replaced with silence. Colonel Winfield studied the faces assembled before him, the eyes looking back at him had grown with doubt since he had first began speaking. He could see each of the officers trying to crunch the numbers in their heads, just as he had done earlier in his office. His regiment consisted of 36 combat platoons, and 12 supporting platoons. How they would find the appropriate leaders for the required program would prove to be a difficult challenge.

"Platoon leaders get with your Sergeants. Come up with one additional squad leader you feel comfortable recommending for advancement. Company, and Battalion Commanders anyone you can free up that you feel qualified, have your recommendations in my office by eleven hundred hours. Weapons platoons, I don't think mortars are in high demand in a vacuum. Any of your teams can volunteer to fill out the squads, and if you think you have a qualified candidate have the recommendation ready by eleven hundred. Questions?"

A hand went up in back.

"Sir, Company Commanders authorized to submit themselves for team positions?"

"Captain Little, are you volunteering?"

"Yes Sir"

"Captain until I have 128 locked, cocked, and ready to rock combat teams in place I am accepting any and every qualified combat officer. You do know this will be small unit actions in variable hostile environments?"

"That I do Sir. I hear those Space jockeys have award wining chefs, and beats field rations, and mud beds hands down if you ask me"

"Very well, anyone else? OK, have your recommendations by eleven hundred hours. Let the men have lunch in the chowhall, then we will break the news at a Regimental formation at 1330. Armory be ready to issue small arms at 1400. I know this is short notice, but my goal is to have the departing personnel equip'd and ready for grav trains by 1800"

"Sir!" A few surprised voiced chimed in.

"Yes this is short notice. We train for moments notice deployments so you can chalk this up as implementing a rapid mobilization drill, but I want us ready to depart for the air tram tonight. Admin contact Space Fleet in San Francisco with our billeting requirements. We have alot of work to get the Regiment ready to deploy. Sargent Major anything to add?"

The other grey haired man stepped forward, his steely eyes gaze scanning the room, then in a deep booming voice he added.

"Don't think this assignment will be a cake walk. Each an everyone of you remember what that uniform stands for, and why M.A.C.O.'s were first asked to deploy on a star ship. I suggest you all download, and read Major Hayes mission reports from the Delphic expanse. Look after your people, look after your assigned vessel, and remember your training. When in doubt squeeze the trigger. Don't hesitate"

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Captain Little walked into building 65 currently assigned to the 3rd Battalion. He bounded up the steps to the second floor, and went down the hallway to where Kilo companies headquarters were located. Stepping through the door into the administration offices, he politely greeted the administrative assistant at the reception desk before moving through the office to to coffee pot. Any minute now the comm panels, and computers would be ringing off the wall with the news of the rapid deployment. Time was of the essence to secure everything was in order for Colonel Winfield's requested departure time. So Captain Little's mind was racing with all that needed to be done. As he took a sip from the cup he moved to his office, and spoke with his assistant.

"Diane, pass the word. Kilo company will be deploying to San Francisco. Full field kit issue from Logistics, and EV suits"

"Yes Sir, date of departure?"

"Tonight, grav trains for the Air Tram station will arrive by the parade ground by 1800. I'll be in Intel, if you need me"

She stared at him open mouthed a moment as if trying to determine if he was joking, but he simply smiled, and took a sip from his coffee cup. before turning away to let the office gossip begin. Glancing at the wall clock he saw only 70 minutes remained to get the recommendations in as ordered. taking a deep breath he opened the door into Kilo Companies Intelligence office. Lieutenant Stratterburg might be a little offended by his course of action, but that was the benefit of his commanding Kilo, besides time was short.

"Staff Sargent Kimura?"

The M.A.C.O. stood instinctively. He was just under 5 and a half feet tall, with a lean body frame typical of Japanese ancestry. Jet black hair topped a side shaved head in a haircut style known as a high and tight. He had worked with the Staff Sargent for almost 3 years now, and was well aware of his mental assessment on tactical matters that Kilo had trained with the other companies under. In addition he was a solid shot, but more importantly when Kilo would conduct hand to hand combat with the other companies Staff Sargent Kimura constantly faced off against other M.A.C.O.'s taller and heavier. To Captain Little that spoke volumes.

"Ees Kaptain"

"Kilo's on the move, tonight. Interested in a little field work?"

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Hanna Anders swished her head watching her hair fall in the mirror one last time. Finally satisfied she placed the brush down before reaching for the lipstick. With practiced speed she applied the color, replaced the cap, and smacked her lips before leaning back and looking at the results of her efforts. The blonde woman stood five foot seven with lighter blonde highlights over a darker base auburn. Her hair was cut to just above the shoulder with the front hanging lower than the back. Her dark brown eyes, scrutinized the reflection of the round faced, athletic girl formerly from Nebraska. She placed the lipstick down, and grabbed some paper towel. Folded it in half, then clapped it between her lips to remove some of the shine. After its disposal, she once again nervously ran her hands down the front of her uniform skirt and was done.

Crossing the dorm she shared with her college roommate, a dark haired beauty from New Mexico, Hanna wondered what assignment would befall her friend from San Diego State University who also joined Space fleet with her. They had lived together for the last five years, and grown quite close except once or twice when the two chose the same boy to pursue. With a final long look at the photo of the two hugging from their graduation Hannah grabbed her PADD, Personnel file data chip, and handbag. "Wish me luck, Techie" She called to the stuffed animal with SDSU logo next to her bed.

The short walk between her dorm, and the administrative building was pleasant, but Hana missed her years at the college campus. The student body was more social, and wore all manor of clothing styles, and colors. While here at UESF the uniforms were uniforms, and while people were pleasant the social gatherings were much less inclusive. There were no dorm mixers, or sports gatherings, no concerts, or DJ's mixing music as all that was done off site. Even the holidays like Cinco de Mayo, and St. Patricks had to be celebrated across the bay in San Francisco. She could hear the words of her mother echoing in her ear 'the days of your carefree youth are behind you now. Once you join, it's time to become a proffessional'

Hanna stopped at the cafe to order her guilty pleasure. Although she didn't have the time to sit and enjoy her beverage she couldn't pass on at least tasting her iced caramel non-fat latte. As she arrived at the long multiple story administration building the drink was still three quarters full. As she checked in, she noticed the lobby seemed busier than normal, but didn't pay it much attention. These last few days the gossip about the alien arrivals was thick and full of wild accusations throughout the complex. Besides a new class of cadets was ready for their initial cruise, and Hanna remembered the hectic preparations that she endured during that training evolution. Reading her directions to the fourth floor, conference room three south did raise an eyebrow as to her knowledge there were no administrative postings for the conference rooms.

As she stepped through the door Hanna froze momentarily. Unsure if the thirty other assembled, or that not all of them were human was more out of place. "Personnel file" a Flat voice to her left called. Hanna saw an enlisted clerk seated at a desk with a computer terminal staring at her flatly. Close by a security stood motionless, his gaze fixed on the far wall. While seated, or standing in small groups a few curious looks took in the new arrival.

"Yeoman.. Personnel file.."

The inflection this time snapped Hanna from her state, and she handed across the small data chip to the irritated clerk. He processed it quickly, and with out looking up handed it back.

"Take a seat, wait to be called"

Cautiously Hanna stepped forward, searching for any familiar face. It was hard to not stare at the aliens, but Hanna had only had a Vulcan instructor once. Now not only was she in the same room with completely different species that she had never seen before, she was also surprised with how different from Humans they were. Eventually she found a seat apart from the others, and did her best to not stare. Hanna tried to be engrossed in her PADD, and absently sip her drink while avoiding eye contact, but her curiosity kept creeping in. Occasionally the opposite door would open, and another yeoman would step in, announce a name, and wait as the individual would go over to join him. Not one of them re-entered; however, and after a few moments the Yeoman would return to fetch another. She became aware of the pattern in those being called: Human, short hairy pig-faced alien, Human, Vulcan, Human, Blue skinned- white hair-what are those on it's-his-head- little arms-horns?? She was still trying to determine what was taking place when she was called.

They walked through the adjoining conference room, which was empty, and passed into a hallway separating the next conference room bloc where another clerk sat at a table set up with computer, and a stack of PADD's. Her guide announced her arrival to the seated clerk.

"Yeoman Second Class Anders, Hanna"

The clerk typed into the computer, then selected a PADD, and connected them together. After initiating a file transfer the clerk pressed a button on the table, and an audible tone rang through the open door in the conference room the desk was in front of. Not long after Hannah could hear two voices getting closer, but her concentration was broken by the clerk seated directly in front of her. Who was now handing the newly detached PADD across.

"Complement staffing requirements for an Intrepid type light cruiser, and available applicant listing. First round selection opens at fourteen hundred, closes at sixteen hundred, and confirmation at seventeen thirty. Second round opens at zero eight hundred tomorrow, closes at ten hundred, with confirmation at eleven thirty. Final round opens at fourteen hundred, closes at sixteen hundred, and confirmation at seventeen thirty. Any vacancies still open after the final round closes will be auto filled at eighteen hundred tomorrow. Questions about the timeline?"

"Uh.. no, not the timeline" Hanna responded with trepidation.

Then two figures stepped through the doorway. One Hannah recognized instantly as Admiral Marcus Williams; however, Hanna stared with her mouth agape at the blue skinned Alien he was with. Both wore the familiar blue uniform of Earth's Space Fleet, just as she did. Although while her uniform piping was red, and the Admiral had a double white, and red piping, the alien wore piping of yellow/gold. In addition unlike the almost black undershirt most everyone wore, he had a shade of green Hanna had never seen associated with the uniform. It wasn't the unique differences on his uniform; however, that were most glaring, it was his skin tone, and those small appendages that stuck upward from his forehead. The Admiral spoke first.

"Commander Thanien, may I present your administrative assistant"

"Hanna Anders, Yeoman Second Class, Admiral" Filled in the clerk at the desk on queue.

"Yeoman Anders, Commander Thanien. The Commander here is from Andoria, and part of an exchange program between our two planets"

Hanna didn't move as the blue alien stepped forward and thrust his hand out. The awkwardness was quickly evident, but Hannah couldn't force her body to respond. Inwardly she felt relief as he turned away.

"I apologize, I thought I initiated the greeting gesture correctly" The blue alien said softly.

Seeing the disapproving glare from Admiral Williams, Hanna was aware of the potential damage she just caused. She had been well aware many species had been encountered by the crew of Enterprise. She even recounting her disbelief when the recent personnel clerk had asked her to confirm her species, and saw that that had been added to the personnel file identifying list. The waiting room she had recently sat in had a few of these blue aliens, as well as others, yet for some reason she just stood there.

"Nonsense Commander, you were not at fault for the exchange. The Yeoman was rude. If she can't perform her duties I assure you we will get someone who can, and I assure you it will be well before the cut off"

Hanna saw the Admiral extend his hand to the other, and no awkwardness seemed present between their handshake. She became aware not only were they now finished, and staring at her, but apparently a question had been left hanging. Her conscious screamed at her to respond before there became a permanent consequence of her actions just now. She blinked abruptly, and shook her head to clear her thoughts.

"Sir?"

"Is there a problem, Yeoman?" The Admiral said harshly.

"No Sir. I'm sorry sir"

"Good. Well then, I believe you two have some work to get started. Good Luck Commander"

As Admiral Williams withdrew, Hanna became aware the blue Alien was studying her. There was no hostile glare from it..him? The look she saw was disappointment. Somehow she would have to salvage this working relationship. Either that, or resign. How could she work in an agency devoted to space travel, knowing it contained many other forms of life if she couldn't remain professional when she encountered something new, and different. Hanna couldn't help feeling ashamed, and looked down to avoid his gaze.

"We should begin. I prefer the courtyard near the water, but if there is a location you would feel more comfortable..."

She lifted her head, and looked at him with her expression twisted in questioning. There was no easy way she could be certain of his demeanor. His blue-grey eyes staring at her held no familiar expression, and the way those things on his head twisted, and turned was completely unfamiliar to her. Even his tone was unfamiliar, but she didn't feel there was spite in his words.

"I like the cafe, it's relaxing"

"I do not know this cafe. The location is far?"

"No it's in the courtyard. It's where I get my iced lattes"

His head tilted upward, eyes narrowed, and those appendages twisted flatly. Although he was a species she had never encountered before now it was clear her last words had an effect that didn't read pleasantly.

"A joke, correct?" He said flatly.

"No, why would you think that?"

"Andoria is an ice world. You knew that?"

Slowly the words sunk in, and she couldn't contain the horrifying realization on her face. She sighed heavily and gave up her eyes welling up as she stood completely defeated.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know" She wiped a tear away. "You must think I'm horrible"

"I do not know if you are horrible, but your reaction is different from the others I have interacted with on this planet. Let us go to this cafe, and try this iced latte of yours. Perhaps if you could relax, we might actually move forward"

"Thank you"

"I wonder" He chuckled to himself. "How you would have reacted had you been assigned with a Tellarite?"

Unsure of his comment which he seemed to find amusing she followed along as they walked down the hallway.

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This is the best chapter yet. I am painfully enjoying Hannah's discomfort with meeting the Andorian. I think you are moving in a good direction and the characters are getting much more interesting.


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Early evening


R'Pel entered her assigned quarters placing her carried belongings on the small entry table. She was tired after her day working in the Inter-Species Medical Exchange Annex, where for the last two days she had spent updating the medical database with new entry information. Quietly she crossed the residence to disrobe, then stepped into the shower unit. Standing for a long moment as the hot water cascaded onto her, before reaching for the handheld scrubbing sponge, and scented body wash. It wasn't that she disliked the menial task of adding new medical database updates into the computer. Nor was the Rigelian she sat next to an issue. It was just a feeling to scrub the day off her after the tedious nature of her work that she couldn't explain.

After the shower she selected a brightly colored floral pattern slip, and wrapped a color complementary mid thigh silk robe around her. Loosely folding together the belt as she entered the food preparation area R'Pel considered a snack, but instead reached for the new Human beverage she was quickly growing fond of. She moved over to the sofa, and took a seat. Closing her eyes, and holding the warm cup of hot coca near her face R'Pel took a few deep calming breaths. Allowing the scent of the coca to be drawn in as she inhaled. Tomorrow she would return to the Medical annex, but for now she just 'relaxed'. Opening her eyes after a moment she took a sip, and it was then she noticed the small blinking light at the computer terminal on the far wall.

She moved to the desk, and keyed the interface. Seeing the message icon R'Pel tapped the screen and took another sip as she read, after which she then sat back deep in thought. Her coca had gone cold before she stirred again. R'Pel placed the cup out of view range, then keyed the communication interface.

"R'Pel. It is agreeable to see you" The Male Vulcan on screen commented.

"And you as well Doctor"

"Can I assist you in any way?"

"Yes Doctor, you have heard the Humans wish to integrate some of their Space Fleet Crews with other species?"

"Yes. A request of personnel was received by the Medical Exchange today"

"Apparently I am to be one of the requested personnel"

"You do not approve of this request?"

"It is not that I do not approve. Vulcan's and Human's have tried working closely together in the past. The results did not show promise that a long term commitment is attainable"

"And what of T'Pol's long service aboard the Earth ship Enterprise? It is only logical that Human's and Vulcan's continue to become more inter-dependent as relations continue between our two peoples. You yourself have served on Earth for two years now with the exchange. Did you not just return, and request assignment?"

"Yes, I have"

"I fail to understand your reason of not accepting"

"Leaving the compound to serve on an Earth ship will make it difficult to acquire the nasal numbing agent we provide for working in close proximity with the Human's"

The male Vulcan sat back in his chair, and folded his hands in front of his face. Then after a moment he continued.

"If the Human's wish to test working with other species, it is logical that they would not simply take one of each. Do you agree?"

"Yes"

"And you have been requested, due to your status with the Medical Exchange?"

"Correct"

"Then as a medical expert with Vulcan physiology attached with a small complement of Vulcan's it would be logical to have a specific vaccine in supply for this assignment"

She saw the small twinkle in his eye, and knew immediately what he was trying to imply. She almost felt silly for her actions, clearly in addition to the supply of nasal numbing agent a large supply of meditation candles would also be required for the health and well being of any other Vulcan's also assigned.

"Thank you for your consult doctor"

"Contact me anytime R'Pel. Peace, and long life"

"Peace and Long life"

He closed the channel leaving her alone at the desk for a moment. She opened the dispatch and looked it over one more time. Then she contacted the compound to inform them of her departure.

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The warning klaxon blared while the room pulsed between dim light and the glow from the warp reactor. While some data display consoles added some ambient illumination overall visibility was still reduced from the swirling smoke throughout main engineering. Senior Lieutenant Oleb shook the fire suppressor, then twisted it in his hands as he scanned it for instructions. His unfamiliarity with the device adding to his frustration, and contributed to the overall seriousness he felt was quickly getting out of hand.

He tore the safety pin free, then pointing it toward the flames discharged the suppressor twice. The Tellarite instinctively wiped the perspiration at his brow and quickly dropped to his knees in front of the console. He flinched as the heat seared his fingers, shaking his hand rapidly. As he did flames once again began to curl forth, and required another discharge from the fire suppressor. Ignoring the pain he again reached forward and pressed the latches. Tossing the still smoldering panel aside Oleb's mind raced as he looked into the interior. Some sparks showered intermittently from a damaged panel, but he saw the main EPS conduit leading up into the panel was ruptured. The crack was allowing the hot plasma to spew forth causing the fires as well as preventing the console from functioning. The only course of action was to correct this damage. Oleb spotted the EPS cut off valve located in the base of the console. As he reached in the heat from the spilling plasma singed the hairs on the back of his hand, while tendrils of smoke curled from his uniform.

The compartment shuddered again as the ship once again absorbed weapons fire somewhere along the outside hull. Another console overloaded showering sparks and a new fire emerged adding even more smoke into the space. Already the atmospheric processors were struggling to keep the air breathable. Soon is would become hazardous. Oleb knew time was not on his side as he waved his hand in front of the open console trying to clear the remaining smoke to get a better idea of the total damage inside. He opened the repair kit alongside him, and selected a tube of gel. He tossed the cap into the case, and generously squeezed the material along the ruptured conduit. Next he pulled a patch, and a portable welder. Once again absently wiping the sweat from his brow as he worked welding the patch seams to the conduit. He tossed the unit back into the case, and reached in for the cutoff valve this time twisting it open. The console came to life as the EPS once again powered up. A small shower of sparks erupted from the damaged panel, so Oleb reached again for the tube and squeezed a generous amount across the blacked panel. Satisfied he stood, and took stock of the console readout.

'Warning reactor core temperature exceeding safe margins. Reactor coolant pumps offline. Recommend reactor shutdown immediately'

Oleb saw the reactor was 50 degrees over the limit currently, he silently cursed not knowing the limits the Human ships were engineered to. Taking a deep breath he keyed the communication interface.

"Engineering to the Bridge"

"Go ahead, Engineering" The comm replied.

"We're losing the reactor, Captain. I recommend we take it offline"

Oleb griped the console as the ship shuddered again under the unseen weapons fire. He looked up at the growing fire at the far end now being attended to by four of the other crew. The fire was close to the atmosphere vents, if those went down Engineering would soon loose the little precious breathable air they still had, and if that happened no one could live without air. The situation was dire.

"Who is this?" The voice on the other end sounded irritated, Oleb found that realization amusing.

"Senior Lieutenant Oleb, Sir"

"Where is Lieutenant Commander Heibert?"

Oleb looked to the floor where a male human lay motionless, next to him a female was badly burned, and her uniform charred. Clearly she took the brunt of the blast when the console blew, but he had been close and had yet to respond.

"Incapacitated. We are taking a beating down here"

Again the computer warning chimed out. Oleb saw the reactor temperature was now 75 degrees beyond the limit.

"Engineering, it's your call, but we need the warp reactor for weapons"

"We'll do what we can, but don't count on the reactor for long"

Again the ship shuddered. There was a small explosion near the antimatter injector manifold that threw a crewman back. Flames licked up from inside the injector rack assembly. Oleb tied desperately to bypass the power relay for the reactor coolant pumps. His mind raced on three separate problems at once. Alone they could be dealt with, and overcome, but combined, and with diminishing personnel to counter the problems with... The results were quickly all pointing to catastrophic ship loss.

Oleb coughed, he looked over the the large fire that was still spreading. Then at the antimatter injector manifold where one crewman was trying to angle a fire suppressor down into and combat the flames there. Then he glanced again at the console. The reactor was now ninety degrees past safe limits. He brought up the coolant diagram again looking for any possibilities to re-route the precious coolant into the reactor without the pumps.

The ship shuddered again, and his time ran out. The large fire was spreading rapidly now. Fed by the rupture of an emergency oxygen bottle the fire spread through an EPS tap near the atmospheric processor it was quickly consuming their oxygen while adding more smoke than the vent could handle; however, it was the smaller fire in the antimatter manifold that created a more serious danger to the ship. If that fire caused the antimatter pods to blow the ship would be completely destroyed. Regardless of the warp reactor being shut down if the fires couldn't be brought under control they would all still die.

Oleb looked down at the two motionless humans, close by a third human moaned in pain. He knew it was unlikely they would all survive, but compassion strikes at odd times.

"Evacuate Engineering!" He cried.

Oleb shouted again, but the four crewmen at the far end of Engineering didn't respond over the chaos of the blaze they were fighting. The crewman at the antimatter injector assembly looked over to him, his face twisted with question. Oleb stooped over the motionless chief engineer, and badly burned female. He grasped each roughly near the collar and started dragging them to the entryway. With a nod to the third collapsed figure he called to the questioning crewman.

"Get him to Medical"

The crewman dropped his suppressor, and collected the moaning man. He helped him to his feet, and lifted him across his shoulders as he also made his way to the doorway. It took Oleb longer to drag the two out into the adjoining passageway. He placed them against the far wall, and pressed the communication panel located at the Engineering entrance.

"Engineering to Medical. Request assistance urgently"

He released the button, and stepped back through the doorway before keying the lockout sequence. Oleb raced up the ladder, and keyed the environmental controls to close the vents leading out. This would ensure the fire would not spread beyond, or that the oxygen from the ship could not travel in, and feed the growing inferno. On queue the computer chirped a warning.

'Warning. Environmental controls offline. Hazardous environment in engineering detected '

Quickly Oleb moved to another console, he rapidly keyed in commands as the computer again chimed.

'Warning reactor core temperature exceeds safe margins. Recommend reactor shutdown immediately'

He opened the bypass controls allowing the coolant tanks an open line to the sump tank. Then keyed in the maintenance access panel service locks. As he unlocked them right on queue the emergency bulkheads activated. The computer was not far behind.

'Warning. Umbilical connections not detected. Hazardous environment in engineering'

"Blah blah Blah. I know stupid computer" Oleb barked.

He looked at the Display, and couldn't help but stare a moment as he saw the readout show the reactor was now one hundred an fifty one degrees beyond the limits. He brought up a new reading showing the antimatter injector assembly temperature was also rapidly rising, and also beyond the safe limits. The ship shuddered again under an outside impact. Oleb keyed the comm.

"Engineering to the Bridge"

"Go ahead Engineering"

"I can't hold the reactor much longer"

"Understood. do what you can"

"We'll go down fighting, Sir"

Oleb closed the comm, and keyed in a final sequence. Then he opened the maintenance access service lock panels. there was a deep click, and rumble as the panels began to open. He could see the deep black of space beyond; however, no stars were visible. Not waiting for the panels to open fully Oleb stopped them, and keyed his last command. The computer chirped immediately, but he was already climbing up the reactor side ladder.

'Warning. Outer doors not secure. Emergency Bulkheads will go offline in 30 seconds'

Oleb keeled down over a coolant fill port and as he expected the access sequence was locked out with the reactor running. so he placed the portable welder along the lock and began cutting through. He was scrambling to another point atop the reactor when the computer chimed again.

'Warning. Outer doors not secure. Emergency Bulkheads will go offline in 15 seconds'

Again he was cutting through a lock atop the reactor. He was sweating heavily now partially from the temperature inside Engineering with the fires, and no environmental. partially from the stress of trying to process. whether or not this would work. He had not completed the cut when the computer chirped a five second countdown. At one second he reached wide to grab onto a reactor handrail trying to mentally will the welder to cut faster. Then in a sudden rush of wind as the Emergency Bulkheads turned off, and Oleb was lifted as the atmosphere was sucked up and out through the now open top panels. before he lost position he twisted and jammed his foot into the opposite side handrail. Awkwardly bent across the top of the reactor he continued to cut. From his peripheral vision he saw the antimatter manifold fire flicker. Turning his head he saw a long tendril of flame from the large fire being sucked out into the open panels overhead. He turned back to the task at hand shutting out the scream as another crewman was sucked out.

Finally he cut through and let go of the welder to grab the fill port and lift. With the addition of the vacuum this one was lighter than the first one. Oleb was getting light headed, he fought to remain conscious til he could determine if this radical action would succeed. With the atmosphere depleting rapidly the fire was also losing it's intensity; however he was staring at the open port near him, and not the flames.

He closed his eyes, feeling himself slipping, Oleb grabbed the open fill port lid tightly, allowing his other hand hold, and foot placement to slip away. He opened his eyes again and blinked. As he held on it took a moment to register the thin line of green fluid trailing up from the other open fill port. Then he felt the liquid splatter his face as the coolant spilled from the opening below him. With the open tubing into the sump tank and main coolant tanks beyond the vacuum he created had created suction in the reactor allowing the coolant to be drawn through without active pumps. True this caused the fluid to be lost to the vacuum, rather than recycled internally in the system, but hopefully it would allow the reactor to remain online long enough. Damage control teams could re-enter Engineering in EV suits and close the panels later, hopefully before the thousands of gallons available was completely exhausted. Oleb was still trying to calculate whether the exposure to the cold vacuum, and limited coolant flow would keep the reactor from permanent damage when his grip failed.

He had a brief sensation of tumbling before everything went black.

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