070-USS ANUBIS: Rikar: Day 3 - 1535 ("Directives")
Posted by Sabrina on Monday, April 12, 2010
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" Directives "
(Previous Post was Francois' "Detailed Explanations")
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Setting: USS ANUBIS, Bridge
Stardate: 63072.1535
The young woman sat in her chair at the center of the Bridge… her thoughts lost on the transmission that had been received and automatically forwarded to the ILO. Whenever something like this happened… whenever Admiral Koneki required to communicate with Enaii directly… secretly… it always lead to trouble in one form or another.
Why would this time be any different?
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Setting: USS LANCELOT, Corridor
Stardate: 63072.1535
The ILO had raised a closed fist to silently instruct the Marines behind her to stop and wait. No questioned had been asked, their training and experience had long ago taught them to obey without questions or hesitation.
Once satisfied that their position had been secured, Commander Enaii retrieved a small communication PADD from a hidden sleeve pocket. The small device had vibrated ever so slightly, but it had been enough to notify the ILO that she had received an important message… at least they were always considered to be important as far as the Admiral had been concerned.
Enaii quickly scanned the decoded transmission and committed to memory the instructions that it contained. No record of this would appear anywhere and the message itself would vanish into nothingness seconds after the ILO had read it. The only thing left had been to carry out their new orders.
With a quick, swift gesture of her hand Commander Enaii instructed the Marines to resume their course for the LANCELOT's Main Engineering. Again they obeyed without hesitation, without questions… and left the ILO behind as she had requested. The Operative's presence and expertise had been required somewhere else for a task best suited to her skills and abilities.
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Setting: USS LANCELOT, Another Corridor
Stardate: 63072.1545
Using the information that she had received from the coded transmission, the ILO had modified her tricorder and located another set of three Imperians a few decks above her initial position. As great as the ILO's rage had been in the fact that SFI had not only known of these murderous machines but that they knew how to detect them had been pushed to the woman's deepest recesses of her mind. There would be opportunities to even the score with the Admiral at some other time… for now though Enaii had needed to focus on the task at hand.
The three Imperians she had located had been heading her way, and if she did not stop them they would eventually catch up with the members of the LANCELOT's crew that she had seen make their way around the corner. Captain Morningstar and the rest of his team would never know their good fortune… the ILO had already saved them even though the trio of mechanical killers had not yet been dealt with. Enaii took no joy in this fact though, the truth being that she did not care for their safety, her one and only directive had been to intercept one of these creatures and return with it to the ANUBIS… intact.
The first order of business though had been to deal with the other two.
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Setting: USS LANCELOT, Transporter Room
Stardate: 63072.1555
The Imperians had been far too large and heavy for the ILO to carry back, so once its companions had been dealt with Commander Enaii had played cat and mouse with the third, leading it back to the transporter room. The game had been slow and boring for the ILO who could have easily left the machine to wonder where its prey had suddenly vanished to, but that had not been her objective. So the Intel Operative played bait and allowed the robot to track her… to follow her… to believe that it had been only moments away from completing its directive.
Even if it had been able to feel the sting of deception that it had been the target of, to experience the surprise when it found itself on the ANUBIS' transporter platform, lifeless, the ILO would not have found it within her soul to be content with her accomplishment.
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Setting: USS ANUBIS, Bridge
Stardate: 63072.1600
Elan and Elliot had just exited from the CO's Ready Room when the ILO's voice came over the comm channel.
=/\= Lieutenant Fairborn, report to the transporter room, now. =/\=
The Chief of Operations looked up at the towering Engineering with puzzlement, not only had the ILO returned from the LANCELOT but she had requested that the CEO report to her. Ensign Thomas' first thought had been to ask if he should accompany the Oltharian, but the question was never asked… to show up not having been summoned would have very likely enlist the ILO's wrath.
"I will join you in the Engineering lab as soon as Commander Enaii is done with me," the Oltharian offered in a reassuring tone, confirming by the same account that it had been best if he went alone.
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Setting: USS ANUBIS, Transporter Room
Stardate: 63072.1610
The Oltharian stepped into the room and immediately stopped, the shock of what he had seen having been too much for him to handle right there and then. Elan had expected to find the ILO alone or with some sort of engineering related piece of equipment that required the Chief Engineer's expertise… instead he discovered one of the Imperians on the transporter platform apparent undamaged and looking as threatening as ever.
"It's inoperative," the ILO coldly announced as she stepped out of the shadows to stand by the CEO's side. "I need it in Cargo Bay 15," the ILO instructed in that tone that always made the towering Engineer feel only a few inches tall.
Knowing better than to question the reasons why, or even inquire as to how the Operative had managed to incapacitate the Imperian, the Oltharian made his way to the transporter controls and began his work. In order to transport the robot to the specified location the CEO had been required to unlock the timed transport sequence that had linked the two ships, a task that Elan had been certain the ILO would have been able to accomplish on her own.
Once the transport had been completed, Enaii turned to face the giant, her eyes and voice as icy as ever. "Go to the Cargo Bay and set the environmental controls to these specifications," the ILO instructed as she handed a PADD to the CEO.
Elan's white eyes quickly feel onto the small device which contained very specific settings for atmosphere and gravity, setting that the Engineer believed had been designed to insure the Imperian would remain incapacitated for the duration of its journey. When the Oltharian raised his gaze to inquire as to the reason for all this from the ILO, the woman had vanished from the room as she always seemed able to do.
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Setting: USS ANUBIS, Bridge
Stardate: 63072.1615
The young woman had returned to her seat, unaware of what had taken place, her mind still lingered on the coded transmission that the ILO had received… that was until the image on the Main View Screen displayed several members of the LANCELOT's crew as they stepped off the transporter platform.
"Bridge to Sickbay, Doctor Summers have your team ready, we have survivors from the LANCELOT heading your way," the redheaded woman announced with a sigh of relief, their search having finally paid off.
=/\= We'll be ready Sir, =/\= the CMO replied, the relief and joy in her voice having been unmistakable.
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Setting: USS ANUBIS, Transporter Room
Stardate: 63072.1625
Following the report from the Marines as to the number of survivors they had discovered in the LANCELOT's Main Engineering and other isolated sections, the transport sequence that linked the two vessels had been sped up to bring all of them to safety as quickly as possible. As long as the Imperians remained on the ship the treat had been present.
One group after another, the ragged and tired members of the LANCELOT were transported onto the ANUBIS and escorted directly to either Sickbay or one of the cargo bays that had been modified to accommodate their numbers and the fact that they had now been onboard of a Federation vessel that for all intents and purposes did not exist.
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Setting: USS ANUBIS, Bridge
Stardate: 63072.1640
"That's it," the Chief of Operations announced from his station, all members of the Senior Staff having been recalled to the Bridge. "The last of the LANCELOT's survivors have been beamed onboard."
"What is the count?" the redhead inquired having readied herself for what she knew would not be good news.
"Total of 87 crewmembers including the LANCELOT's Captain survived," Ensign Thomas announced. As much as he wished that the news had been better, he as well as everyone else knew that things could have been much worse had the ANUBIS not arrived and intervened as it had.
"Helm… reverse thrusters… take us out. Tactical… arm torpedoes and stand by to fire," the Captain ordered. The crew of the LANCELOT had been saved as much as humanly possible, but the ship itself had been lost… its last claim to fame would be that it would take with it some of the Imperians that had caused its demise.
"Torpedoes armed and ready."
The Captain stood from her chair to pay her last respect to both the ship and those who had fallen while onboard. The true nature of their deaths would likely never be made public and the entire incident buried by Starfleet Intel as an unfortunate accident.
The only proof of what had taken place having been those survivors now onboard the SCARAB-Class ship… survivors that would have to be taken care of in one way or another.
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Setting: GUMBARA, Nebula
Stardate: 63072.1650
Half a dozen shimmering lights flew from the ANUBIS as it slowly moved back out of the nebula… seconds later they impacted against the already shattered hull of the USS LANCELOT in a sequence of bright explosions.
Only scattered debris remained hidden within the swirling cloud of the nebula, an unseen and unsung monument of the ship and crew whose journey had come to an end here.
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Setting: USS ANUBIS, Bridge
Stardate: 63072.1700
The young woman now faced the unpleasant task of visiting the LANCELOT's Captain and inform him of the situation that he and his crew had been confronted with. As far as the Federation had been concerned they had all perished along with their ship… their only possibility at a semblance of a real life having been within the secret world of the NEW ALEXANDRIA complex.
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Sabrina Jones {sabrina_sweet@hotmail.com}
Captain Sabrina Rikar
Commanding Officer
USS ANUBIS, NCC-18501
"We are Grey, we stand between the Candle and the Star, between the Darkness and the Light"
-Entilza Delenn, Babylon 5
" Directives "
(Previous Post was Francois' "Detailed Explanations")
==========
Setting: USS ANUBIS, Bridge
Stardate: 63072.1535
The young woman sat in her chair at the center of the Bridge… her thoughts lost on the transmission that had been received and automatically forwarded to the ILO. Whenever something like this happened… whenever Admiral Koneki required to communicate with Enaii directly… secretly… it always lead to trouble in one form or another.
Why would this time be any different?
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Setting: USS LANCELOT, Corridor
Stardate: 63072.1535
The ILO had raised a closed fist to silently instruct the Marines behind her to stop and wait. No questioned had been asked, their training and experience had long ago taught them to obey without questions or hesitation.
Once satisfied that their position had been secured, Commander Enaii retrieved a small communication PADD from a hidden sleeve pocket. The small device had vibrated ever so slightly, but it had been enough to notify the ILO that she had received an important message… at least they were always considered to be important as far as the Admiral had been concerned.
Enaii quickly scanned the decoded transmission and committed to memory the instructions that it contained. No record of this would appear anywhere and the message itself would vanish into nothingness seconds after the ILO had read it. The only thing left had been to carry out their new orders.
With a quick, swift gesture of her hand Commander Enaii instructed the Marines to resume their course for the LANCELOT's Main Engineering. Again they obeyed without hesitation, without questions… and left the ILO behind as she had requested. The Operative's presence and expertise had been required somewhere else for a task best suited to her skills and abilities.
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Setting: USS LANCELOT, Another Corridor
Stardate: 63072.1545
Using the information that she had received from the coded transmission, the ILO had modified her tricorder and located another set of three Imperians a few decks above her initial position. As great as the ILO's rage had been in the fact that SFI had not only known of these murderous machines but that they knew how to detect them had been pushed to the woman's deepest recesses of her mind. There would be opportunities to even the score with the Admiral at some other time… for now though Enaii had needed to focus on the task at hand.
The three Imperians she had located had been heading her way, and if she did not stop them they would eventually catch up with the members of the LANCELOT's crew that she had seen make their way around the corner. Captain Morningstar and the rest of his team would never know their good fortune… the ILO had already saved them even though the trio of mechanical killers had not yet been dealt with. Enaii took no joy in this fact though, the truth being that she did not care for their safety, her one and only directive had been to intercept one of these creatures and return with it to the ANUBIS… intact.
The first order of business though had been to deal with the other two.
==========
Setting: USS LANCELOT, Transporter Room
Stardate: 63072.1555
The Imperians had been far too large and heavy for the ILO to carry back, so once its companions had been dealt with Commander Enaii had played cat and mouse with the third, leading it back to the transporter room. The game had been slow and boring for the ILO who could have easily left the machine to wonder where its prey had suddenly vanished to, but that had not been her objective. So the Intel Operative played bait and allowed the robot to track her… to follow her… to believe that it had been only moments away from completing its directive.
Even if it had been able to feel the sting of deception that it had been the target of, to experience the surprise when it found itself on the ANUBIS' transporter platform, lifeless, the ILO would not have found it within her soul to be content with her accomplishment.
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Setting: USS ANUBIS, Bridge
Stardate: 63072.1600
Elan and Elliot had just exited from the CO's Ready Room when the ILO's voice came over the comm channel.
=/\= Lieutenant Fairborn, report to the transporter room, now. =/\=
The Chief of Operations looked up at the towering Engineering with puzzlement, not only had the ILO returned from the LANCELOT but she had requested that the CEO report to her. Ensign Thomas' first thought had been to ask if he should accompany the Oltharian, but the question was never asked… to show up not having been summoned would have very likely enlist the ILO's wrath.
"I will join you in the Engineering lab as soon as Commander Enaii is done with me," the Oltharian offered in a reassuring tone, confirming by the same account that it had been best if he went alone.
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Setting: USS ANUBIS, Transporter Room
Stardate: 63072.1610
The Oltharian stepped into the room and immediately stopped, the shock of what he had seen having been too much for him to handle right there and then. Elan had expected to find the ILO alone or with some sort of engineering related piece of equipment that required the Chief Engineer's expertise… instead he discovered one of the Imperians on the transporter platform apparent undamaged and looking as threatening as ever.
"It's inoperative," the ILO coldly announced as she stepped out of the shadows to stand by the CEO's side. "I need it in Cargo Bay 15," the ILO instructed in that tone that always made the towering Engineer feel only a few inches tall.
Knowing better than to question the reasons why, or even inquire as to how the Operative had managed to incapacitate the Imperian, the Oltharian made his way to the transporter controls and began his work. In order to transport the robot to the specified location the CEO had been required to unlock the timed transport sequence that had linked the two ships, a task that Elan had been certain the ILO would have been able to accomplish on her own.
Once the transport had been completed, Enaii turned to face the giant, her eyes and voice as icy as ever. "Go to the Cargo Bay and set the environmental controls to these specifications," the ILO instructed as she handed a PADD to the CEO.
Elan's white eyes quickly feel onto the small device which contained very specific settings for atmosphere and gravity, setting that the Engineer believed had been designed to insure the Imperian would remain incapacitated for the duration of its journey. When the Oltharian raised his gaze to inquire as to the reason for all this from the ILO, the woman had vanished from the room as she always seemed able to do.
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Setting: USS ANUBIS, Bridge
Stardate: 63072.1615
The young woman had returned to her seat, unaware of what had taken place, her mind still lingered on the coded transmission that the ILO had received… that was until the image on the Main View Screen displayed several members of the LANCELOT's crew as they stepped off the transporter platform.
"Bridge to Sickbay, Doctor Summers have your team ready, we have survivors from the LANCELOT heading your way," the redheaded woman announced with a sigh of relief, their search having finally paid off.
=/\= We'll be ready Sir, =/\= the CMO replied, the relief and joy in her voice having been unmistakable.
==========
Setting: USS ANUBIS, Transporter Room
Stardate: 63072.1625
Following the report from the Marines as to the number of survivors they had discovered in the LANCELOT's Main Engineering and other isolated sections, the transport sequence that linked the two vessels had been sped up to bring all of them to safety as quickly as possible. As long as the Imperians remained on the ship the treat had been present.
One group after another, the ragged and tired members of the LANCELOT were transported onto the ANUBIS and escorted directly to either Sickbay or one of the cargo bays that had been modified to accommodate their numbers and the fact that they had now been onboard of a Federation vessel that for all intents and purposes did not exist.
==========
Setting: USS ANUBIS, Bridge
Stardate: 63072.1640
"That's it," the Chief of Operations announced from his station, all members of the Senior Staff having been recalled to the Bridge. "The last of the LANCELOT's survivors have been beamed onboard."
"What is the count?" the redhead inquired having readied herself for what she knew would not be good news.
"Total of 87 crewmembers including the LANCELOT's Captain survived," Ensign Thomas announced. As much as he wished that the news had been better, he as well as everyone else knew that things could have been much worse had the ANUBIS not arrived and intervened as it had.
"Helm… reverse thrusters… take us out. Tactical… arm torpedoes and stand by to fire," the Captain ordered. The crew of the LANCELOT had been saved as much as humanly possible, but the ship itself had been lost… its last claim to fame would be that it would take with it some of the Imperians that had caused its demise.
"Torpedoes armed and ready."
The Captain stood from her chair to pay her last respect to both the ship and those who had fallen while onboard. The true nature of their deaths would likely never be made public and the entire incident buried by Starfleet Intel as an unfortunate accident.
The only proof of what had taken place having been those survivors now onboard the SCARAB-Class ship… survivors that would have to be taken care of in one way or another.
==========
Setting: GUMBARA, Nebula
Stardate: 63072.1650
Half a dozen shimmering lights flew from the ANUBIS as it slowly moved back out of the nebula… seconds later they impacted against the already shattered hull of the USS LANCELOT in a sequence of bright explosions.
Only scattered debris remained hidden within the swirling cloud of the nebula, an unseen and unsung monument of the ship and crew whose journey had come to an end here.
==========
Setting: USS ANUBIS, Bridge
Stardate: 63072.1700
The young woman now faced the unpleasant task of visiting the LANCELOT's Captain and inform him of the situation that he and his crew had been confronted with. As far as the Federation had been concerned they had all perished along with their ship… their only possibility at a semblance of a real life having been within the secret world of the NEW ALEXANDRIA complex.
==========
Sabrina Jones {sabrina_sweet@hotmail.com}
Captain Sabrina Rikar
Commanding Officer
USS ANUBIS, NCC-18501
"We are Grey, we stand between the Candle and the Star, between the Darkness and the Light"
-Entilza Delenn, Babylon 5
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