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PostPosted: Mon May 03, 2010 8:33 pm    Post subject: Flux Reply with quote

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Location: Main Bridge, USS Hartington-A
Stardate: 58092.6 (February 2381)


Admiral Brennon sat in the command chair of the Hartington, waiting. If there was one thing in this universe the Admiral hated more than waiting in a time of crisis, he didn't know what it could possibly be. These past few weeks had been the some of the most painful of his life -- possibly the most painful in the history of the Federation. In a handful of strikes, the Borg had killed more people than had died during the whole of the Dominion War, and they haven't stopped coming.

"Admiral," it was Lieutenant Commander Woods at Ops, "We're receiving a message from Voyager. The last of the vessels are in position and holding."

"Thank you, Commander." Wearily, the Admiral looked over to his once-First Officer, the rightful Commanding Officer of the Hartington, Captain Qech. "We just play the waiting game now, hope Picard can pull another rabbit out of his hat... again. I think it'd be best if we kept a look out ourselves, let's have Commander Drake start scanning the apertures, keeping an eye out for any Borg signatures, elevated neutrinos, the works. Just to be on the safe side." Brennon then let out a sigh and looked around the Bridge of the Galaxy-class ship. "Where is that First Officer of yours?"

EDIT: Read me to find out why we're not doing the Klingon Story anymore.
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PostPosted: Mon May 03, 2010 9:23 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"Please restate destination."

Aria started and looked around her, the strange light still fading from her eyes. Turbolift walls surrounded her. How had she ended up in the turbolift?! She reached out and touched the nearest wall, assuring herself it was real. It was. There was no denying the fact of her location...she just couldn't remember entering it.

This didn't make any sense. Her mind went over the actions of the past few moments, trying to piece events together. They had just entered that Ion storm, the one that had been so much more powerful than they'd expected. The ship had taken damage. Lieutenant Calodan's console had exploded and Aria had hurried to his side, reaching to render what First Aid she could...

...And then she was in the turbolift. There were no memories in between.

"Please restate destination," the computer said again in its calm, insistent voice. Aria hesitated. Should she go to sickbay? Obviously something was wrong; perhaps she was sick. But then again, perhaps the problem wasn't with her. As far as she knew the Hartington was in the middle of a dangerous situation. People could be hurt. She had to do what she could to help.

Put it that way and the choice became easy.

"Bridge," Aria ordered. Butterflies danced within her. What would she find when she got there? Why couldn't she remember? What was wrong with her? Questions bubbled through her mind like boiling oil. What was going on?
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PostPosted: Mon May 03, 2010 9:55 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"Where is that First Officer of yours?"

Qech looked to the Admiral as she sat down. "Still in Engineering. Old habits are hard to break. You know Jim. His ship is his baby."

With an inaudible sigh the Captain looked forward again at the star-filled view screen that dominated the wall in front of her. It almost felt like old times, sitting there next to Brennon again... With a few changes of course. It may have been a different ship, and a different position, but Qech felt relieved to know that she was surrounded by not only her crew, but her friends. The Trill had formed a lasting bond of friendship with her former Captain over the years of her service under him, and they managed to keep in touch even after his promotion to Admiral. This only made sharing the bridge with him that much easier. Normally she found admirals couldn't see past the ends of their own noses. At least she knew she could trust this one with the precious lives aboard her ship.

The crew compliment was what was worrying her the most at the moment. They'd been reassigned so quickly. Once again biting her lip, she looked back to her friend and Superior.

"I only wish we'd had time to get the civilians off the ship. It's missions like these that almost have me wishing for a smaller crew compliment." Naturally, her mind went immediately to her son, and her dread at the thought of flying into a war zone with children aboard. "It just makes me uneasy."
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PostPosted: Mon May 03, 2010 9:58 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The Admiral couldn't help but find himself agreeing with Qech, then again that sort of thing happened quite a bit. Still, being a Flag Officer he did know the reasoning behind these kinds of decisions... things were looking a lot worse than the Federation News Service was reporting...

"Desperate times, Captain. Desperate times. Still, you're right. We may want to prepare the ship for emergency saucer separation, for as much good as it'll do."

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PostPosted: Mon May 03, 2010 10:54 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Location: Main engineering, USS Hartington-A

Calodan put his arms up to shield his face from the exploding console...and stumbled into a bulkhead in Engineering. Wait..what? This wasn't Engineering..

"Commander?" A Vulcan crew member he didnt recognize was looking at him. "Commander Calodan, are you alright?"

"That's Lietuenant Calodan...and I'm afraid Im not sure of your name Ensign."

"Commander, I am Ensign Kinis. We were just working on the shield modulations in case we encounter the Borg again. Do you need medical attention?"

"No Ensign..I'll..be fine. Keep working on those shield modulations. If you need me, I'll be on the bridge." He stepped away from the Ensign quickly and around the corner towards what he hoped was a turbolift. Passing the MSD, he noticed something...this was a Galaxy class ship..the Hartington-A? Something wasn't right. The hazy reflection above the MSD also wasn't right. He had a scar on his face he didn't recognize and no beard...and grey in his hair. The face was the same though..just older. The uniform was different too, three pips and a cranberry red collar. "Computer, what is the stardate?"

"The current stardate is 58092.6"

That can't be correct he thought to himself. It is only 54287. We were just passing through that ion storm and...

"Computer, locate Captain Brennon."
"There is no Captain Brennon on board."
"What? Computer, who is the Commanding Officer of this ship?"
"The USS Hartington is under the command of Captain Davynn Qech, First Officer Commander Arjim Calodan. The ship is currently tasked to Admiral Brennon."
"Admiral Brennon? Captain Qech? COMMANDER? Computer..where is Admiral Brennon?"
"Admiral Brennon is on the bridge."

Calodan was sure he had bewildered the few engineering crewmember that were hurrying about the corridors. Everyone seemed very stressed, and seeing their XO acting off his rocker probably wasn't helping. He stepped into the turbolift. "Bridge, priority one." The turbolift sped up past its normal speeds, slightly overwhelming its inertial dampeners. It was only then he noticed the yellow lighting flickering all around the floorboard and the yellow alert status displayed on the indicator panel in front of him.

"Things are definitely not right," he said, while rubbing his hairless chin.
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PostPosted: Tue May 04, 2010 4:53 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Qech nodded at the Admiral and was about to speak when the turbo lift doors opened. Although her First Officer looked fine, physically, there was something troublesome about his demeanor that caused her to stand up from her seat. As she made her way toward him her concern grew.

"Jim... Is everything alright?"

Just as she finished asking the question, the turbo lift doors opened and Lioy stumbled out of the compartment wearing much the same expression. It looked like confusion, or shock. She looked quickly between the two, her fears mounting.

"What is going on?"
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PostPosted: Tue May 04, 2010 8:28 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Croft felt the waves of confusion coming from Loiy and Calodan as they entered the bridge, his slight smile of welcome disappearing as they looked around the bridge, Loiy a look of confusion, Calodan's look more intense. For a moment he shared their confusion, taking in the uniform change of Calodan, but then it passed. Uniform change? He's been XO as long as I have been SO Croft shook his head as if to clear it, looking back to his console. But still...
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PostPosted: Tue May 04, 2010 11:21 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

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"Jim... Is everything alright?"


"What is going on?"


Calodan looked over at Lioy who had entered the Bridge from the other turbolift. She looked older as well, and had an extra half pip on her collar. Things definitely weren't right. She looked as confused as he did.

"Aria...what stardate is it?" He asked her, hoping that maybe he wasn't going crazy.

"Comm...Captain, I'm not sure."
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PostPosted: Tue May 04, 2010 11:22 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Aria stared around in shock. The bridge looked completely different. It was as if she were on a different ship altoghether. Also, there was no sign of damage, no exploded console, no wounded. Just a baffled, frantic looking (and completely healthy) Calodan, and a Qech who was staring at the two of them with ever increasing alarm. Aria knew how she felt.

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"Um..." She pulled her attention together with difficulty. "54287, I think." She glanced at Calodan, and then looked closer. He looked different too. He was older, a faint scar creased one cheek and greys curled in his hair. "Lieutenant?" Aria said uncertainly. It was him, wasn't it? Hesitantly, she extended her telepathic senses.
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PostPosted: Tue May 04, 2010 11:31 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"It's me Lieutenant, just a Commander now. Something definitely happened."

He turned to face Qech. "Commander..err..Captain Qech...I think it might be a good time to step into your Ready Room. We have a little explaining to do."
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PostPosted: Wed May 05, 2010 4:49 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Qech continued to watch them with uncertainty as they exchanged clearly out-of-date information with each other, one eyebrow raised in confusion.

"Commander..err..Captain Qech...I think it might be a good time to step into your Ready Room. We have a little explaining to do."

"That much is apparent." She turned briefly to Brennon, who was watching the entire spectacle with much the same expression as Qech. "Bridge is all yours Admiral. I need to speak with these two." She turned back to Calodan and gestured for the two officers to follow.

Once the doors were safely closed behind them the Captain looked between them, her concern and bewilderment still obvious on her face.

"Alright. I'm listening."
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PostPosted: Wed May 05, 2010 11:00 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Davynn Qech wrote:
"Alright. I'm listening."


"Captain, I'm not quite sure, but I believe we may be experiencing a temporal displacement event. As Lt. Lioy mentioned, to us it is stardate 54287, we're both still Lieutenants, you're a Commander, Captain Brennon is in command...and the Hartington is an Ambassador-class vessel." He paused and looked around. " He paused and looked around sheepishly, then back at Qech. "I'm sure you know the protocols for temporal displacement as well as we do."
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Qech listened quietly, her mind rummaging through every possible cause as Calodan explained their predicament.

"I'm sure you know the protocols for temporal displacement as well as we do."

She sighed, running a hand through her hair in obvious frustration. "Oh, not one of these. Not now." She dropped her arms by her side and looked squarely at Calodan. "I think we could all recite the temporal prime directive backwards by now. But we need to fix this soon. Without going into too much detail, Jim, this is really bad timing... Not that I'm saying it's your fault."

Resigning herself to the inevitable and finding, to her amusement, that she was not at all shocked by this situation Qech shrugged and sat down in her chair. "Alright. From the top... What was the last thing you two remember before you ended up here?"
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PostPosted: Wed May 05, 2010 4:16 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"Captain, the last thing I remember is passing through an ion storm with a very strange chronometric signature. My console exploded...and then I was in Engineering now."

He looked around the ready room and ran his hand through his graying hair. "The temporal prime directive really limits how much we can be useful in this situation Captain. I understand I'm your First Officer. While I don't know exactly what is going on, I can tell from the stress levels on this ship things are not good. I've already violated the directive with just the information I learned in Engineering."
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PostPosted: Wed May 05, 2010 9:14 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"The temporal prime directive really limits how much we can be useful in this situation Captain. I understand I'm your First Officer. While I don't know exactly what is going on, I can tell from the stress levels on this ship things are not good. I've already violated the directive with just the information I learned in Engineering."

Qech nodded. "Not that any of that could have been helped. And I'm going to be honest with you here, Jim. Given the gravity of this situation, if things take a turn for the worst... and they probably will... I'm going to toss the whole damn temporal protocol out the nearest airlock. You're right about one thing; you are my First Officer. And when this all hits the fan I'm going to need you, both of you, Temporal Directive or no Temporal Directive."

She stood up again, obviously trying to shed some nervous energy, and continued. "I don't know how it is that either of you...replaced yourselves. Frankly, I've yet to see anything like that. I just hope we can find a way to get you back before I'm forced to put either of you in a position that is going to screw with the time line."

She sighed. "You remember an ion storm. Alright, that rules out anything on this end. There has to be-"

Just then her combadge chirped, and a small voice came through:

"Hello?"

Qech sighed, but it was clear she was trying not to smile. "Taj, what have I told you? That's not a Toy. Where's Ensign Baker?"

"Mama I pushted the button!"

"I can see that. Honey, where's-" She was cut off by another voice coming through the combadge, this one female.

"I'm sorry Captain, it won't happen again. Give that to me, there's a good boy... Sorry, Sir." The connection was cut off and Qech was left still looking between the two temporally displaced officers in front of her. The moment had cut through the seriousness in the room like a hot knife through butter, and she had to force her mind back on track.

"Yeah. That happens."
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