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# 61
06-19-2013, 03:15 PM
*Earth Orbit, Sol System. The U.S.S. Victorious stands still as the Earth is now in a constant state of seemingly no motion. The loop cycle on Earth has dropped to milliseconds.

U.S.S. Victorious. Ryan is standing on the Bridge, looking out.*

Ryan: How long will that Warp Field hold?

Wenj: Not long enough.

The Manheim Effect is extending beyond Sector 001 now, sir. It's about 6 hours from Vulcan. They'll beginning feeling the effects soon.

Ryan: Alpha, time projections.

Alpha: If the Effect continues to spread at its current rate, in 2 days it shall have reached the Sierra Sector. In exactly 1 month, 5 days, 1 hour, 15 minutes, there will not be a single Federation world unaffected by it. In 1 year 6 months--

Ryan: Alpha!

Alpha: Yes sir.

*Ryan sighs, falling back in his chair, wiping his face with both hands.*

Ryan: Is there anything we can do to stop it?

Tala: A quantum torpedo ought to do it.

Wenj: Commander, forgetting for the moment that the Manheim Station is of huge scientific importance, the second the torpedo left our Warp Bubble, it would be caught in the Manheim Effect. Unless we want to wait an aeon, that plan would be highly ineffective.

Alpha: 3.4 aeons to be precise sir.

Wenj: Thank you, Lieutenant.

Tala: Well, what would you suggest?

Wenj: All we need is to knock out the lab's power supply and everything should fix itself.

Ryan: But we can't move. It's taking all our power to keep the effect outside the warp bubble as it is!

Alpha: However, an Aventine-Class Vessel, coming in at Slipstream speed, should be able to maintain velocity long enough to bring part of the station within her warp field.

Ryan: What are you...?

Alpha: The Starship Bunker Hill just appeared on sensors sir, entering the system.

Ryan: Soval, what are you doing?

Hail him.

Alpha: Channel open.

Ryan: U.S.S. Victorious to U.S.S. Bunker Hill, please respond.

Soval *Over comm*: Bunker Hill responding.

Ryan: Soval what the hell do you think you are doing?!

...sir.

Soval *Over comm*: I am endeavouring - as you humans say - to "save your asses".

Ryan: Despite the fact that you realise you'll be facing a court-martial when this is over?

Soval *Over comm*: The needs of the many, outweigh the needs of the few.

Ryan: Alpha, send Vice Admiral Soval all the requirements for your plan.

Soval *Over comm*: Unnecessary, Captain. We already have a plan in motion.

*10 minutes later. The Bunker Hill drops out of warp a few meters from the station, her ad-hoc temporal shield holding for now. The vessel projects a tight-angled electro-magnetic pulse into the station, subsequently shunting all power to expand the temporal shield around the station reactor, allowing the emp to spread to it and shut down power. After an hour, the science lab loses power. A few minutes later, the Manheim Effect begins to dissipate around the station.

It will be several hours before the Effect subsides completely, but the Effect has stopped spreading.*
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"Logic and War are old enemies"

Vice Admiral Soval - Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Bunker Hill
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# 62
06-20-2013, 12:03 AM
[U.S.S. Bunker Hill, Ensign's Quarters]

*Ensign Wil was writing up a report on his PADD while drinking a mug of jestral tea. He has been temporarily reassigned to the U.S.S. Bunker Hill after the evacuation of the U.S.S. Vancouver, with the task of acting as the Admiral's liaison and a familiar face for the rest of the Vancouver crew. After several years working aboard a deep space science vessel, the relatively fast-paced duty aboard a multi-mission recon vessel came as somewhat of a shock to certain members of the crew. It was Wil's job to help them adjust.

The clear-glass monitor atop his desk started beeping with the accompanying notification "Incoming Transmission."*

Wil: Accept.

*On the screen appeared a familiar Andorian face, and Wil instantly straightened up.*

Wil: Captain Thryiss! To what do I owe the pleasure?

Thryiss: Just checking in, Ensign. I heard you were made the representative of our crew aboard the Bunker Hill, and I wanted to see how things were going.

Wil: Thank you, Captain! Not much to report; your officers are performing admirably and they seem to be well received among the rest of the crew!

Thryiss: I'm glad to hear it. And what of Mr. Shrod?

Wil: Unfortunately, there's been no progress yet, but the doctors are working around the clock to find out what's wrong and how to bring him back. There's just no way of knowing how these particle entities interact with other lifeforms. Our scanners don't know what to look for.

*Thryiss lets out a sigh.*

Thryiss: Well, the important thing is that he's still alive. That makes me breathe a little easier.

Wil: Agreed. And how are the repairs of the Vancouver coming along?

Thryiss: We're moving again, and that's all that matters. Once we get to Earth Space Dock, she'll be fully repaired and temporarily decommissioned. Which reminds me, Ensign. Have you thought of where you'd like to be assigned after your debriefing?

Wil: I have, sir, but I haven't made up my mind. I was perhaps considering signing up for duty aboard the U.S.S. Quadra.

Thryiss: Oh, don't do that. The Quadra's been running the same patrol missions since I served aboard it as a Lieutenant. I'm pretty sure she still has the same Captain, too.

Wil: Hah, thanks for the advice, Captain.

Thryiss: Though, tell you what. After a bit of shore leave, I'll be taking command of the U.S.S. Sunstone, a Prometheus-Class starship, and I'm gonna need somebody with some advanced tactical know-how to be my chief tactical officer and chief of security.

*She looked at him expectantly.*

Wil: Me, sir?! Uh, I-I'd be honoured! That would be amazing! Thank you so much, Captain!

Thryiss: No, Ensign, I should be thanking you. Your performances as of late of been exemplary, and I'd be happy to have a Starfleet officer like you on my bridge. I've put in a good word to Starfleet Headquarters. There's just... one problem.

Wil: Captain?

Thryiss: These positions bear a great amount of responsibility, especially for an Ensign. These duties are usually given to higher ranked officers. But who knows, there might be another pip waiting for you at your debriefing. Thryiss out.

*With a subtle wink, Thryiss disappears from the screen, and Wil sits back in his chair with a grin.*

Lieutenant Leko Wil...
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# 63
06-20-2013, 08:58 PM
*Sol system, after the Effect has subsided. The Black Phantom remains cloaked and power has been routed back to all systems, since the temporal shield can be disengaged.*

Voporak: Oh, how painful a lesson it is when one does not handle time correctly. If only they had seen what I have seen.

Omet'etan: Do we decloak?

Voporak: No, let's just let them figure out that we disappeared in all the commotion. And see how long it takes until someone higher in command remembers that we have a cloaking device. Helm...

*He pauses*

Helmsman: Sir?

Voporak: I'm wondering where we should go. *after a moment* Set course for the Z-6 sector, warp 9.

Engage.

*Invisibly, the Phantom comes about and jumps to warp...*

OOC: I will be gone from tomorrow until next Saturday (a little over a week). Plenty time to get to the Z-6 sector, I'm sure.
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# 64
06-20-2013, 11:25 PM
[U.S.S. Excalibur NCC-91895, Odyssey-class Star Cruiser]

*As the the streamlined hull of the Federation starship Excalibur approached the Sol System the sensors began going wild as it detected the edge of the temporal anomaly that had engulfed the much of the Vulcan Sector*

One of Five: Sir! Detecting remnants of the temporal anomaly ahead of us, I recommend that we come to a full stop.

Kyle: Agreed. Sai, take us out of warp.

Sai: Taking us out of warp, outside of the anomaly.

*The Odyssey-class Star Cruiser came to a stop and floated on the very edge of the Vulcan solar system.*

Jasmine: Can you give us an analysis One?

One of Five: Sensors indicate that the anomaly has stopped expanding and has mostly dissipated. Whatever was cause has ceased functioning however there still are some pockets left

Kyle: Is there a way to stabilise the area?

One of Five: If we were to disperse chroniton particles adjusted to our own temporal phase variance using a resonance pulse from the main deflector at the epicentre of the distortion and irradiated the area with those particles we should be able to repair whatever damage was done to subspace.

Konovuh: Sir! We do have a compliment of Chroniton Torpedoes, perhaps we could remove the payload and attach them to some Class-2 probes. We can also use the Runabouts to help reduce the time it will take to deploy them.

One of Five: Due to the nature of the anomaly we will need to equip both the runabout and the probes.

Kyle: I've never really liked those torpedoes to begin with, you have my permission to get started on those modifications. You've both just earned some extra down time on your next shore leave.

Konovuh and One of Five: Uh...Thank you sir.

*With the help of much of the crew the modifications to the runabouts took less time than had been expected, with the three runabouts immediately deployed afterwards. Each one warping to different points around the Sol System*

Irak'tlan: This is Kokoda, we've deployed the probes.

Sai: Hamilton reporting in, the probes are in position.

Jasmine: Ravenna, all probes deployed.

Three of Five: Probes are in position.

One of Five: Temporal Phase Variance settings have been adjusted to our own and particle saturation is within acceptable parameters.

Kyle: Now let?s get this show on the road. Fire!

*The captain shouted and each vessel fired off a modified resonance pulse at a cluster of the probes to use the following detonation and shockwave to disperse the altered chroniton particles across the sector and stabilise the region.*

One of Five: Dispersal rate is good, no fluctuations detected.

Kyle: Even though we were late to the main event, hopefully this will ensure that no one else creates an anomaly within this sector of space for a while at least. Call our runabouts back. Once they're aboard I want you to plot a course for spacedock. We need to replace the torpedoes we've used and this time tell them to give us transphasic torpedoes or quantum torpedoes.
"I will make the Orion Syndicate face the light of justice or burn them with it." - Captainl Kyle Nathaniel Locke, U.S.S. Excalibur NCC-98105

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# 65
06-21-2013, 11:04 AM
*Manheim Research Station, Earth Orbit. Soval and a team of Starfleet Security Officers are searching the Station for Dr Lassiter after confirmation from Station Security that he caused the accident.

Soval eventually ends up walking into one of the computer labs, hearing footsteps around the corner.*

Dr Lassiter: I can hear you coming, Admiral.

Soval: Dr Lassiter, as an Admiral in the United Earth Space Probe Agency and United Federation of Planets, I am required to place you under arrest.

Dr Lassiter: Unfortunately, I am rather busy right now. I simply do not have time.

*Soval turns around the corner and finds no one there. He takes his phaser and sets it to stun.*

You see Admiral, time truly is the fire in which we burn. Every fleeting moment of our existence is charred by consequence fuelled by those who should never have lived, never have died, or those who should never have been assimilated at Vega Colony.

Soval: Doctor, your attempt to incite an emotional response from me is not only obvious, but highly illogical.

Dr Lassiter: Are you saying you would not attempt to save Lt DeSalle, given the chance? What about your Captain, for that matter?

Soval: Doctor, your arguments are irrational. By interfering in temporal mechanics, you place the entire time-stream at risk.

Dr Lassiter: Perhaps. I do know this; I will not be remembered. None of us will. But, I will make a difference, even if no one can realise it. I shall craft a better world.

Soval: Soval to Bunker Hill.

T'las *Over Comm*: Bunker Hill here.

Soval: Are you picking up Doctor Lassiter's life signs?

T'las *Over Comm*: Negative.

*Soval places his phaser back in its holster.*

Dr Lassiter: Time is the fire in which we burn, Admiral. It is a predator that stalks us all our lives, never allowing us to correct our mistakes.

*Soval walks around the room, spotting a device on the ground and kneeling down next to it. He picks it up and finds that it is a communicator.*

And I'm afraid our time has run out. It was interesting to speak with you, Admiral, but I have loose ends I need to tie up.

Loose ends within the room you are standing in.

*He hears the communicator cut out, followed by a low-toned beep from a console. He looks up to see the console displaying a countdown from 2 minutes. He hears another tone.

U.S.S. Bunker Hill, Bridge. The Bridge crew can hear the situation over the comm-link.*

T'las: Beam him out of there!

Ores: I can't! There's some kind of dampening field in place!

*Back on the Station, Soval is staring at the console as he slowly advances on it, and with a final tone, the countdown begins.*

T'las *Over Comm*: Admiral, get out of there!

Soval: Negative, Commander. Without transporters, there is no time to facilitate a complete evacuation. My only option is to attempt to disarm the device.

*He takes out his Tricorder, activating the holo-interface and linking it up with the console. He begins his attempt to disarm the bomb.*

T'las *Over Comm*: Admiral--!

Soval: Commander, you must attempt to facilitate whatever evacuations you can in the event I fail.

T'las *Over Comm*: Soval--

Soval: You have your orders, Commander.

Soval out.

*He continues his attempts, finding himself locked out each time.*

Very well.

*He comes out of the link-up with the console and switches to the forcefield protecting the device itself, the countdown now in the final minute.

After about 30 seconds, he manages to hack into the system and disable the force field. He stands back about 30 meters from the device before taking out his phaser and setting it to Level 16 - the highest level. He fires, barely vaporising the bomb's outer casing and blasting several other consoles as the device is disintegrated.

Consoles and conduits begin to spark and explode throughout the room, before a final explosion fills the room and a column comes down on Soval as the searing heat scorches past.

U.S.S. Bunker Hill, Bridge.*

Ores: Commander, I just picked up an explosion inside that chamber!

T'las: Bunker Hill to Vice Admiral Soval, come in please!

Commander T'las to Vice Admiral Soval, respond!

Repeat, T'las to Soval, please respond!

Soval *Over Comm*: Soval here.

T'las: Thank...

What's your status?

Soval *Over Comm*: Alive, Commander.

T'las: Was that sarcasm, Admiral?

Soval *Over Comm*: A statement of fact, Commander.

However, I believe it may be necessary to be met by medical personnel upon my return.

T'las: They'll be waiting in Transporter Room 1.

*Transporter Room 1. A small Medical Team has assembled in the Transporter Room, with T'las just walking through the door. She nods to the Transporter Chief.*

Transporter Chief: This is Transporter Room 1 to Vice Admiral Soval, we are ready for transport.

Soval *Over Comm*: Energise.

*The Chief places his fingers on the three columns of the transporter console's holo-interface. He runs his fingers up the columns as the fill and the transporter comes to life. When the columns are filled completely, he brings his fingers back down and the transport process completes, with Soval standing on the pad.

Soval's 2370s issue Admiralty Uniform is charred and torn in places, with his skin dotted with burns, bruises, and a small cut on his forehead, with green blood slowly oozing out. An injury that should leave humans struggling to stand has not had the same effect on the Vulcan Flag Officer.

The lieutenant leading the team walks over and takes his tricorder's medical scanner, scanning Soval.*

Medic: Mild 1st and 2nd degree burns, 2 fractured ribs, a fractured right humorous, some moderate bruising and a couple of cuts.

Overall, nothing too serious. At least, not for a Vulcan. You'll wanna stop by Sickbay to get those fractures treated though.

Soval: Thank you, lieutenant.

*He looks at T'las.*

Under the circumstances, I believe it would be appropriate to add "attempted murder" to the list of charges against Dr. Lassiter.
The Game of Houses (A Klingon fan-fic)

"Logic and War are old enemies"

Vice Admiral Soval - Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Bunker Hill
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# 66
06-22-2013, 07:23 AM
[U.S.S. Excalibur NCC-91895, Odyssey-class Star Cruiser, Sol System]

Helmsman: The Runabouts have returned sir, setting coordinates for Earth Spacedock.

Kyle: Good, I'll be in my ready room.

Three of Five: Here are the reports sir. Jasmine, Irak'tlan and Sai have gone through decontamination and are on their way to the bridge.

Kyle: Thanks. Vulcan Mocha, hot.

*He retrieved the coffee from the replicator and then took the PADD from Three of Five's hand*

Three of Five: Might I ask why you are against the use of Chroniton Weapons sir?

Kyle: Have you read the mission logs from the U.S.S. Voyager?

Three of Five: I am aware that Voyager's crew member reported to the captain of being exposed to Chroniton Particles.

Kyle: Then you are also aware that it also made her 'jump' through time or so the reports claim. It is for that reason alone that I will not allow anyone to be exposed to Chroniton based weaponry despite the claims that Chroniton radiation is harmless.

Three of Five: If I may speak freely, your posture and voice indicates that it sounds personal.

Kyle: It is personal because I don't want my people put into a similar situation and as captain I have to look out for the crew. Even if the chances are slim, the risk is still there. If you're done psycho-analysing me, you're dismissed.

Three of Five: Yes sir.

*The Liberated Borg headed for the door, however looked over her shoulder with slight concern as her captain continued to looked through his 'paper work' and then exited the room with the doors hissing behind her. As the Excalibur drew closer to Earth, Kyle's personal communication channel received a personal invite to Club 47 at Earth Spacedock and he glared at it, despite its seemingly innocent nature of the message.*

Kyle: Another mission, huh?
"I will make the Orion Syndicate face the light of justice or burn them with it." - Captainl Kyle Nathaniel Locke, U.S.S. Excalibur NCC-98105

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# 67
06-23-2013, 10:09 AM
*Starfleet Headquarters, Earth. Soval is standing before 3 Starfleet Admirals; Quinn, Yanishev, and Hill. T'las is standing next to him.*

Hill: Vice Admiral Soval, you are aware that this is an informal hearing to ascertain whether a Court Martial is necessary, not a formal trial?

Soval: Yes sir.

Quinn: Commander T'las, the charges do not extend to you.

T'las: With respect, Admirals, I am First Officer. If I share in responsibility for the ship's safety, then I share the blame too.

Besides, it was my suggestion to violate the quarantine.

Soval: Unacceptable. Sirs, I was in Command, and I gave the order. Commander T'las should not be held accountable for my actions.

Hill: Admiral Soval, do you realise that by doing this, you take full responsibility for disobeying Starfleet Headquarters on orders transmitted on a Priority 1 Channel, the highest order that can be given in wartime second to that of the Commander-in-Chief?

Soval: I do.

Yanishev: Admirals, I think it is important to remember that Starfleet Regulations required Vice Admiral Soval to assist any civilian in distress. The Priority 1 Disaster Code orders could be considered a distress call, and Sol certainly has many civilians.

These regulations can only be set aside on the order of the President, which was not given at the time.

Also, had the Vice Admiral failed, we would not be able to hold this hearing - or any subsequent Court Martial!

Quinn: Agreed, on that point.

I motion that all charges against Vice Admiral Soval be dropped.

Yanishev: Seconded.

Hill: Very well.

All charges against Vice Admiral Soval shall be dropped.
The Game of Houses (A Klingon fan-fic)

"Logic and War are old enemies"

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# 68
06-25-2013, 06:26 PM
[U.S.S. Bunker Hill, Mess Hall]

*Ensign Wil was sitting at a table with Kate Reese and Brim Tanes, former members of the Vancouver crew.*

Reese: ...He couldn't believe it! He said he's never seen anyone run a level 5 diagnostic so fast. He even checked over my entire work just to see that I actually got it all done. He was appalled! Though he wouldn't admit it, being a Vulcan and all.

Brim: Hah, no kidding. I betcha he was pretty damned impressed though! I wish I had a chance to show my SO what I can really do. They just didn't have enough work for all the extra science officers they got stuck with. I had more free time than I knew what to do with.

Reese: Get used to it, Tanes! Once debriefing is is over and done with, we got plenty of shore leave to look forward to!

Brim: Man, I can't wait to be back on Bajor with my wife and kids again! When do we leave, again?

Wil: The shuttles are scheduled to arrive at 0600 tomorrow.

Brim: Why do they always have to make things so early on these ships?

Reese: So Leko, what's going on with Lieutenant Shrod? Where's he gonna go?

Wil: As soon as we get to Headquarters, they're gonna send him straight to Starfleet Medical.

Reese: It's so sad. I hope they can wake him up soon.

Wil: Yeah. Me too.

*The three of them continued to talk about their plans during shore leave. After some time, Reese and Brim set off to bed, and Wil decided to follow suit.

He entered the turbolift*

Wil: Deck 19, Crew Quarters.

*The turbolift accelerated*

Wil: Halt... Sickbay.

*The turbolift accelerated once again.

The Sickbay lights were dimmed to reflect the nighttime aesthetic, and Shrod was resting in the Intensive Care Unit, still as motionless as he has been since their arrival on the Bunker Hill. A doctor was sitting in the office, going over some readings. Wil stood beside Shrod.*

Wil: Well, sir. We're going home... At least there's that...

*Wil paid his respects by placing his hand on Shrod's shoulder. Upon doing so, Shrod's antenna twitched.*

Wil: Doctor!

*The doctor looked through the window and saw Wil's mixed expression of concern and amazement. He then leapt from his seat and ran to the biobed.*

Doctor: His neural activity is increasing!

*Shrod's hand raised slightly.*

Wil: Is he waking up?

Doctor: Possibly. Wait...

Shrod: Trrr...

Wil: Doctor??

Doctor: His neural readings aren't matching his records.

Wil: What does that mean?

Shrod: Trrrr....

Wil: Doctor?!

Doctor: I'm not sure... It's almost as though he's not him.

Wil: What?

Doctor: Like it's the mind of someone else. As though something is using his brain to emit its own consciousness.

Wil: How is that possible?

Shrod: Trrraaapped.... Trapped!...

Wil: Trapped? What do you mean by trapped?

Shrod: Trapped!... We... Are trapped!...

Wil: Trapped in what?

Shrod: We are trapped!!

*Shrod's eyes opened to reveal a green glow behind them. He jumped off the biobed and shoved Wil with so much force, he was thrown across the room. He grabbed the doctor by the throat, and launched him through the office window. Wil tapped his combadge.*

Wil: Security to sickbay! NOW!

*Wil hopped to his feet, ran towards Shrod and threw his arms around him in an attempt to detain him, but was nowhere near strong enough to hold him. Wil was once again thrown across the room. Three security officers ran through the sickbay doors.*

Wil: Don't kill him!

Security Officer: Set phasers to stun.

*All three of them fired their phasers. The blasts propelled Shrod back into the wall, but he was still standing*

Security Officer: Increase setting!

*They fired again. This time Shrod was knocked off his feet, but he quickly began to prop himself up.*

Security Officer: Increase again!

Wil: No!

*Wil got up and ran into the office. He wiped the shattered glass off the console and accessed the quarantine forcefield controls. As Shrod got to his feet, Wil erected a high level forcefield around the biobed. Shrod moved forward and collided with it. Filled with rage and confusion, he started punching and bashing against the forcefield, but with no effect.
Wil tapped his combadge*

Wil: Ensign Wil to Admiral Soval. We have a situation in Sickbay...

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# 69
06-26-2013, 04:15 AM
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[U.S.S. Bunker Hill, Mess Hall]

*Ensign Wil was sitting at a table with Kate Reese and Brim Tanes, former members of the Vancouver crew.*

Reese: ...He couldn't believe it! He said he's never seen anyone run a level 5 diagnostic so fast. He even checked over my entire work just to see that I actually got it all done. He was appalled! Though he wouldn't admit it, being a Vulcan and all.

Brim: Hah, no kidding. I betcha he was pretty damned impressed though! I wish I had a chance to show my SO what I can really do. They just didn't have enough work for all the extra science officers they got stuck with. I had more free time than I knew what to do with.

Reese: Get used to it, Tanes! Once debriefing is is over and done with, we got plenty of shore leave to look forward to!

Brim: Man, I can't wait to be back on Bajor with my wife and kids again! When do we leave, again?

Wil: The shuttles are scheduled to arrive at 0600 tomorrow.

Brim: Why do they always have to make things so early on these ships?

Reese: So Leko, what's going on with Lieutenant Shrod? Where's he gonna go?

Wil: As soon as we get to Headquarters, they're gonna send him straight to Starfleet Medical.

Reese: It's so sad. I hope they can wake him up soon.

Wil: Yeah. Me too.

*The three of them continued to talk about their plans during shore leave. After some time, Reese and Brim set off to bed, and Wil decided to follow suit.

He entered the turbolift*

Wil: Deck 19, Crew Quarters.

*The turbolift accelerated*

Wil: Halt... Sickbay.

*The turbolift accelerated once again.

The Sickbay lights were dimmed to reflect the nighttime aesthetic, and Shrod was resting in the Intensive Care Unit, still as motionless as he has been since their arrival on the Bunker Hill. A doctor was sitting in the office, going over some readings. Wil stood beside Shrod.*

Wil: Well, sir. We're going home... At least there's that...

*Wil paid his respects by placing his hand on Shrod's shoulder. Upon doing so, Shrod's antenna twitched.*

Wil: Doctor!

*The doctor looked through the window and saw Wil's mixed expression of concern and amazement. He then leapt from his seat and ran to the biobed.*

Doctor: His neural activity is increasing!

*Shrod's hand raised slightly.*

Wil: Is he waking up?

Doctor: Possibly. Wait...

Shrod: Trrr...

Wil: Doctor??

Doctor: His neural readings aren't matching his records.

Wil: What does that mean?

Shrod: Trrrr....

Wil: Doctor?!

Doctor: I'm not sure... It's almost as though he's not him.

Wil: What?

Doctor: Like it's the mind of someone else. As though something is using his brain to emit its own consciousness.

Wil: How is that possible?

Shrod: Trrraaapped.... Trapped!...

Wil: Trapped? What do you mean by trapped?

Shrod: Trapped!... We... Are trapped!...

Wil: Trapped in what?

Shrod: We are trapped!!

*Shrod's eyes opened to reveal a green glow behind them. He jumped off the biobed and shoved Wil with so much force, he was thrown across the room. He grabbed the doctor by the throat, and launched him through the office window. Wil tapped his combadge.*

Wil: Security to sickbay! NOW!

*Wil hopped to his feet, ran towards Shrod and threw his arms around him in an attempt to detain him, but was nowhere near strong enough to hold him. Wil was once again thrown across the room. Three security officers ran through the sickbay doors.*

Wil: Don't kill him!

Security Officer: Set phasers to stun.

*All three of them fired their phasers. The blasts propelled Shrod back into the wall, but he was still standing*

Security Officer: Increase setting!

*They fired again. This time Shrod was knocked off his feet, but he quickly began to prop himself up.*

Security Officer: Increase again!

Wil: No!

*Wil got up and ran into the office. He wiped the shattered glass off the console and accessed the quarantine forcefield controls. As Shrod got to his feet, Wil erected a high level forcefield around the biobed. Shrod moved forward and collided with it. Filled with rage and confusion, he started punching and bashing against the forcefield, but with no effect.
Wil tapped his combadge*

Wil: Ensign Wil to Admiral Soval. We have a situation in Sickbay...
*U.S.S. Bunker Hill, Bridge. T'las looks at Soval worriedly. Soval nods to her and Sylix.*

Soval: On my way.

Commanders.

*T'las and Soval follow him towards the port Deck 1 Access Corridor.*

Commander Gardra, you have the Bridge!

Gardra: Yes sir!

*The 3 leave the Bridge.

5 minutes later, they enter Sickbay and see Shrod punching the containment field. Soval looks to Wil.*

Soval: What happened Ensign?

T'las: Computer, activate Emergency Medical Holographic Program.

*The EMH appears.*

EMH: Please state the nature of the medical...

*He notices Shrod punching the forcefield and trails off.*

Never mind. I'm a Doctor, not a security guard!

T'las: Run a medical analysis.

EMH: Very well.

*Sylix walks over, holding a tricorder in hand, watching the holographic display as it scanned Shrod.*

Sylix: Fascinating.

Soval: Commander?

Sylix: There appears to be some form of strange energy inhabiting the Lieutenant.

What can you tell us about what happened, Ensign?
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Vice Admiral Soval - Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Bunker Hill
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06-26-2013, 02:26 PM
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*U.S.S. Bunker Hill, Bridge. T'las looks at Soval worriedly. Soval nods to her and Sylix.*

Soval: On my way.

Commanders.

*T'las and Soval follow him towards the port Deck 1 Access Corridor.*

Commander Gardra, you have the Bridge!

Gardra: Yes sir!

*The 3 leave the Bridge.

5 minutes later, they enter Sickbay and see Shrod punching the containment field. Soval looks to Wil.*

Soval: What happened Ensign?

T'las: Computer, activate Emergency Medical Holographic Program.

*The EMH appears.*

EMH: Please state the nature of the medical...

*He notices Shrod punching the forcefield and trails off.*

Never mind. I'm a Doctor, not a security guard!

T'las: Run a medical analysis.

EMH: Very well.

*Sylix walks over, holding a tricorder in hand, watching the holographic display as it scanned Shrod.*

Sylix: Fascinating.

Soval: Commander?

Sylix: There appears to be some form of strange energy inhabiting the Lieutenant.

What can you tell us about what happened, Ensign?
*Wil knelt down to tend to the doctor, who gave him a quick nod and thumbs-up as he managed to get to his feet.*

Wil: Sir, the doctor said that something might be using the Lieutenant's brain to... project itself, in a way. These Barrier Particles, you said they were most likely a form of life, right? It seems they could also be sentient, using Mr. Shrod's body as a puppet.

Shrod: Trapped!!!

Wil: He's been saying that all along, sir. And then he attacked us. Maybe the particles don't know how to get out of his body.

"There are three things to remember about being a starship captain:
keep your shirt tucked in, go down with the ship, and never abandon a member of your crew."

- Kathryn Janeway
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