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Crew - "Wish Me Luck (As You Wave Me Goodbye)"

Posted on 2019-11-12 08:55 by Captain Amelia Waterhouse & Lieutenant Zola & Lieutenant Sienna Oswin & Ensign Veda Dragomirov & Chief Petty Officer Ludwig Ryan & Petty Officer 2nd Class Kennet Ek & NPCs (Amy) & Lieutenant JG Lexil & Lieutenant JG Mayoko Takeuchi & Lieutenant JG Lem Broll M.D. & Lieutenant JG Cillian Jarkil & Ensign Liam McKenzie Ph.D. & Ensign Centurion Drummond & Ensign Lia t'Rehu & Ensign Aysel Lakkari & Ensign Aemrys t'Laris & Ensign Siriad sh’Eikshah & Lieutenant Commander Thalzejiv sh'Teris & Lieutenant Amadeus Costello & Ensign Drayok Fenlux & Crewman Kaeriss & Crewman Fearne Popples & Lieutenant Cecilia Abbott

Mission: Poisoned Apples

"Lovelace to Turing, this is Persephone. Come in Daphne." Amelia waited for Lexil to accept the hail.

Over in the Turing, Lexil had run the same lifeform scans as on Lovelace, which made the distant explosion and the corresponding scan results indicating the ship had been destroyed less difficult to accept.

"This is Daphne, go ahead Persephone?" The Denobulan's voice chimed over the Lovelace' speakers.

Amelia sighed softly when the channel connected. "What's your status?"

“All residents of Olympus are accounted for. We have lost no-one,” the reply came back. “I have Aura, Icarus, Phoenix at one hundred percent, Eris and Hercules at less, Phoenix is attending.”

Still sitting at the co-pilot station, Liam exhaled heavily and lolled his head in relief as Lexil gave word of no fatalities across the comm. The distant explosion had been heart-wrenching to watch from his chair. He hoped against hope there wouldn't be a funeral in the near future, except perhaps for their scrappy little ship. That was sad enough, he thought to himself.

"Lieutenant," he then asked, though softly enough only for Lexil and those close by to hear. "I never thought I'd ask this, but permission to remove my shirt?" he asked, since it still reeked. He wasn't in a hurry to walk around without a shirt on, but this one needed to go.

"Granted." Lexil spoke without looking up, she was frowning something on one of the many readouts that spanned the control panel in front of them. "We're in survival mode now so don't destroy it. The same for you as well Kenny."

Kenny had been considering getting up and replicating replacement clothes—she'd already removed her shirt without asking—as just a torn pair of pants and a sports bra wasn't exactly ideal for the situation they were in. She glanced down at the wadded up shirt under the bench and sighed. Hopefully once it dried it would be a little more tolerable?

"Yes ma'am." Kenny frowned, but kept further commentary to herself.

"Have any of the other pods made contact with you yet? And is there any sign of anywhere within range of the escape pods that's suitable for us to put down?" Amelia tilted her head as she consider what McKenzie's request meant, as well as Lexil's response to it. There were more pressing issues at hand though, so she elected not to ask.

“They haven’t, but they are all headed to the rendezvous.” Lexil confirmed. “There’s a moon orbiting an L class planet just over a day’s travel at impulse that is our best and only option. I don’t have to tell you how astronomically lucky we are to be so close to a star system.”

“A day’s travel is close?” Fearne asked from the rear section of the shuttle.

“Yes,” Lexil informed her. “Very close. Using your home system as an example Fearne, travelling to the nearest star system -Proxima Centauri- at impulse speed would take sixteen years.”

“Sixteen YEARS?

“Yes. So one day is very close indeed. That said I’m not sure I trust these readings Persephone, Starbase three-ten should be on long-range sensors but it’s not showing up, and neither are any of the border patrol ships.”

"I don't know that we have any other choice if we're not reading anything closer. Please plot a course that's safe for the escape pods, and when it's ready, transmit it so that they can follow your lead. Meanwhile, do what you can to find out more information, see if you can explain the discrepancy between what you expected to find and your readings. Meanwhile, I am detecting Pandora's ident code broadcasting from pod Beta One, I'm going to add them to the comm channel. Pandora, what's your status?"

"We're fine here Persephone, I have Nike, Metis, Iapetus, and Mikey with me." Thal paused as Mikey yipped in excitement at hearing Amelia's voice, glancing around the pod at the others Thal took a deep breath. "But we need to tread carefully, we couldn't detect any Starfleet chatter, all we got was Klingon and Cardassian... Did something happen with the spore drive? Because I think we're in the mirror universe." Thal was pretty damn sure by this point. And if they were, they were in even more trouble now that the ship was gone.

"Mirror universe?" Amelia repeated the phrase as Mikey made more noise. "Hush you little Green terrorist. I'll collect you soon." Amelia chewed her lip.

"The spore drive did something," Sienna spoke up. "It powered up while we were detecting a high level of tachyons and a spore bloom, even though there hadn't been any detectable levels of spores present when we stowed the drive."

There were worse conditions to be in, Lia consoled herself. The nausea from the enclosed smell seemed to be abating somewhat. She wasn't really paying attention to the banter. Mirror universe meant nothing to her and with her hands full. Taking care of two patients she wished she had a full sickbay to attend to care for. Dealing with internal injuries was one thing. Brain surgery wasn't going to happen inside a shuttle. Her patients for now were at least stable, so she put her energy and attention on them.

Tory stood, a bundle of polygons barely a foot tall. "Fen, could you transfer me a status report for the shuttle? If these shuttles are all we have, we'll want to keep them at maximal functionality."

Fen barely had to spare a second of attention to sending Tory the report. Honestly the shuttle was functioning pretty damn well considering, but if Tory wanted something to do, Fen wasn't going to complain.

Amelia spared a glance towards Tory, and turned her attention back to the comm — even though she had a visual link with the Turing and the escape pod delta one, adding additional visual feeds was going to get complicated and crowded on the small screen of the shuttle pod.

"I'm going to hail the remaining escape pods and the Hopper, and only add them on audio. When you've finished plotting our course, Daphne, please transmit it to all vessels in our–" Amelia paused as she considered what word to use. She snorted to herself when the only word that came to mind was fleet. "To all the vessels in our fleet." As she spoke, she worked the comm controls, sending an encrypted hail to each of the escape pods.

"Artemis and Hermes in Delta One, acknowledged." Veda responded over the comm channel.

"Aether here, with Hypnos, Thalassa, Tyche, and Elpis in Alpha two." Dhodot joined the channel.

"Delta Two, Nemesis here." Aemrys chimed in, "I've got Piaeon, Galatea, and Dionysus in the back, currently tending to a head wound."

"Talos, could you keep a running tally of who is in which escape pod or shuttle," Amelia said, looking down at the small form Tory had taken.

"Of course, captain. 66% of crew accounted for." A small display appeared, floating over its head. "I can intercept check-in only transmissions to keep voice channels clear for more information-dense messages."

Amelia nodded at Tory. "As it seems everyone is accounted for, let's talk quickly about our situation. Something happened—presumably with the equipment we retrieved on the away mission—and we appear to be in the mirror universe. Those of you who went to the academy may remember it from your history classes. Our priority, once we find a safe harbor to regroup from, is to find a way home.

"You may encounter people who look and sound like people you know. If they are not on the crew, they are not those you know. There is even a chance we'll encounter doubles of people on the crew. For now, op code names will have to suffice for identifying our crew. Lexil is working on plotting a course that will get us to the nearest habitable interstellar body, and she'll transmit that shortly. For now, priority is to get there, evaluate our resources, and determine how to get home. Any questions?"

A somewhat frail and soft-spoken voice came over the intercom next, it was clear that the speaker was either suffering from nerves or not doing all that well. "Galatea speaking, A quick reminder that should anyone require psychological aid or has urgent mental issues, I am available for contact over com. I do apologize if the channel is busy, I imagine more than one person being a little shaken in the wake of events. No questions from myself Captain."

"And if you have any medical questions and Hypnos is busy, just ask me! Your friendly neighborhood Surgeonman. Heh." Lem's always chipper upbeat voice spoke through the channels after the Counselor had spoken, humor always worked, in his head.

"Okay. If there are no other issues, I'm going to remind you — please keep comm chatter to a minimum. As we're in unfamiliar territory, we have to assume that someone will attempt to listen in, and the more data they have to work with, the easier decryption efforts become. If it becomes critical, the Turing does have its transporter to move people around, but as we don't know what we will find when we reach our destination, we should err on the side of caution and minimize our power usage wherever possible. Daphne, how's our course coming?" Amelia chewed her lip as she settled in her chair and waited for her chief science officer to respond.

"I'm transmitting it now," Lexil replied after a short pause. "Your navigation computers should show the new destination with a travel time of twenty-six hours and fifty-one minutes in a direction of two six five mark two three zero, using Turing's current attitude for the bearings. If there is any variance in what I have just explained showing on any of your navigation computers please speak now."

Amelia gave the rest of the crew a moment before she spoke up again. "If there are no other questions, please sign off the comm and follow the course provided by Daphne. Please maintain radio silence unless it is an urgent matter. See you all at our dest."

=/\= End Log =/\=

Captain Amelia Waterhouse
Commanding Officer
USS Joshua Norton, NCC-74819-A

Lieutenant JG Lexil
Acting Chief Science Officer
USS Joshua Norton

Lieutenant Junior Grade Lem Broll
USS Joshua Norton, NCC-74819-A

Lieutenant JG Cillian Jarkil
USS Joshua Norton, NCC-74819-A

Ensign Liam ‘Mac’ McKenzie
Linguist & Cultural Specialist
USS Joshua Norton

Ensign "Centurion" Drummond
Reconnaissance Specialist
USS Joshua Norton, NCC-74819-A

Ensign Lia t'Rehu
Combat Medic
USS Joshua Norton NCC-74819-A

Ensign Aysel Lakkari
Forensic Psychologist
U.S.S. Joshua Norton

Ensign Aemrys t'Laris
Infiltration Specialist
USS Joshua Norton NCC-74819-A

Ensign Siriad sh'Eikshah
Weapons Specialist
USS Joshua Norton

Written by Amy: Lt Zola, R&D; Lt Sienna Oswin, Chief Engineer; Ens Veda Dragomirov, Combat Medic; CPO Ludwig Ryan, Nurse; PO2 Kennet Ek, Security; LtJG Dhodot, Interim Bio & Chem Specialist; Ens Tybal Borom, Pilot
Written by Zahara: LtCmdr Thalzejiv sh'Teris, Executive Officer; Lt Amadeus Costello, Chief Medical Officer; Ens Drayok Fenlux, Holographic Systems Specialist; Cn Kaeriss, Science Technician
Written by Jessica: LtJG Mayoko Takeuchi, Demolition Specialist, Cn Fearne M. Popples, Security Crewman
Also Appearing: Lt Cecilia Abbott, Chief Security


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