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It is 1942, the Third Reich is the true world power. Having dominated its ememies it has started an offensive campaign against its former allies, Russia and Japan. Will the timeline recover from this incursion?
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  2. Myrkul Sharr

    Mission 3: Welcome to the Future!

    Date: 18/11/1942 Time: 07:30 Location: Briefing Room Authors: Myrkul Sharr, Tara Mahone, Ame Vovil, Jerimiah Isaacs, Masan Rasheen The first one in the room was Sharr, glass in one hand and a PaDD in another. For the crew it had been a very long night, for him it had been even longer. The concern of a missing officer, the damage to the ship and the information he was gathering on their location did nothing to relieve the tension of the current situation. He had summoned all the key officers of the ship to the Briefing Room to go over the information they had, what he had discovered and formulated a plan on how to stop Keegan and get Asahi back from the Reich’s confinement. Second to the room was Tara, the young medical officer who had done all she could to keep pretence on their excursion. She knew her presence there was important, with what they had gathered, but as she sat in a chair around the table, she could feel fatigue weighing her shoulders down. Ame quickly walked in carrying a big mug of coffee and her uniform jacket. “Sir.” She muttered slipping the jacket on. She sat down looking at the Medical Officer she had asked to come so she could keep track of other items. She had come to realise delegation was the key to surviving as Chief Medical Officer and Executive Officer. Jerimiah arrived with a steaming cup of coffee. His favourite beverage, which he set down on the briefing table in front of one of the empty seats. “Ladies, gentlemen, Sir.” He added the sir when he noticed the Captain in the room. Masan entered the room with a frown, he didn’t like what had happened down on the planet. Losing Kita was unacceptable and he felt responsible as the Security Chief and member of the away team. He grumbled as he entered and sat down near Ame. “Thank you for coming so early” Sharr started, knowing it wasn’t so much a request as a directive, but it was still nice to ensure the crew understood things were appreciated, “The past few days have not been easy for anyone, with Winter showing his true colours and the near destruction of the ship. We also have a crewman, Mr Kita, captured on the surface. By now most scans and diagnoses will be complete, and I hope each of you has managed to get some rest. I’d like to hear a report from each of you about your department, your experiences so far and finally, what options you think we have.” “Medical can report that the remaining members of the away teams have returned safely and have not suffered many ill effects of the time jump, or having contact with the locals.” Tara was confident that anyone who made it out was in perfect health. “We have not had much luck, though we were about to pursue a potential clue to more information before we were recalled.” She nodded to the Science Chief. “As for Lieutenant Kita, his life signs are still detectable on the planet, but they are not as strong as they were when we first touched landfall. If the option of retrieving him is on the table, I highly recommend we do so with a much smaller team.” It was hard to know that more crew had been killed in the other away team but it gave her a rush of hope to know that Kita was still alive somewhere on Earth, it was just a matter of time until they got him back. Ame smiled softly as she thought about the crew that had come back alive, they were all okay apart from Ensign Aleksandr Ilyich who had a stomach ache from eating food from Earth. Jerimiah cocked an eyebrow. “Sir, I am sorry but other than some interesting facts about the pollution levels of Earth in this era. I do not have anything to report.” He wished he could be of more help. But at least in the here and now he was a scientist, and there was not much science in reconnaissance. Sharr looked at the team before him, “Do we have any data on their current level of technology, how has Keegan influenced their development with his knowledge of temporal mechanics and 31st Century energy production? And what about tactical scans and possible rescue scenarios for our engineer, if we have a way to rescue one of our own then we must take it. Ms Vovihl, lead that project and Ms Mahone I want you to head up the analysis of the impact of Winters arrival with Mr Isaacs, and any projected damage to the timeline and options to limit the damage. If we can.” “Lieutenant Rasheen and I are going to be looking at scenarios as soon as we leave here now that Kita seems to be in one location instead of being on the move.” The Executive Officer nodded, she had that report or at least an idea of what affecting the timeline. “I have picked up a report from Ensign Fenruse, one of our historians who I think you should engage into helping, it seems this area of time is well known to her,” Ame said looking at Mahone knowing the other doctor would listen to her advice. “It isn’t completed but it at the very least gives us an idea of how much he is changing history.” She looked at everyone already having PaDDs and sent them the file that she had on the issue. “It looks like they are forward in technology by at least a decade with what they have achieved by this time compared to our timeline,” Ame explained. “It is hard to gauge because as you can see a lot of the projects and mass changes in infrastructure never happened in our time. They were ideas and things they wanted to achieve.” “According to the history files we were sent pre-mission, this accelerates their medical testing procedures as well as chemical…” Tara paused, nose scrunching at the thought. “Well, their overpopulation issues in the concentration camps. It results in a faster removal rate and will likely result in a higher mortality rate.” “Keep an eye on our Engineer, inform me of any movement as I want him back safely. Run those scenarios and come to me with the best ones, as soon as we are able we will head to the surface and extract Kita.” Sharr’s tone continued to stay direct and firm, “If there is nothing else, get on with it and keep me apprised of updates. Ame, if you can stay behind.” The Executive Officer looked up and nodded, she couldn’t get used to being called her first name by a senior officer at all. “Sir.” She said softly glancing the man's way before she returned to the PaDD that she was working on. Tara was the first to get up from her seat, attention focusing on the task she was given. “Sirs, Ma'am,” she said quietly, turning to leave through the door. There was too much to be done for there to be pleasantries as well.
  3. Ame Vovihl

    Mission 3: Welcome to the Future!

    Location: Ready Room Time: MD 07 14:00 Authors: Ame Vovihl, Myrkul Sharr As the trio appeared in the transporter room Ame slipped away from the group and headed still dressed in her 1940’s gear to the bridge. She indicated the ready room door as soon as someone noticed her and got a nod in return. She pressed the time and slipped inside once she was summoned. “Sir… It went a bit wrong.” She admitted pale from the strain of not just phasering the people who had taken Asahi and getting the hell out of there. She could have sure but then he would have known that they were there, he would have been prepared and Kita wouldn’t have wanted that when he wanted to throttle Barton just as much as her. Calmly the Admiral raised his gaze from the analysis reports from the sensors and damage report updates, a calm expression remained on his face as he looked the Commander over, taking in her current anxious state, the distressed look and the obvious panic in her voice, “would you care to expand on that, Commander, so it includes some useful information?” “Well, we no longer have a Chief of Engineering because he has been taken by Nazi’s because our Intelligence department is in such a mess which in turn got our Intelligence Chief killed.” Ame looked at the chair and sat down. The strain was starting to show on her face from the cool and composed woman she had been a week before to the strained and emotive person sat down. “Both groups messed up. One more than the other.” She leant forward and pulled the pin that was keeping the hat she was wearing in place out. Sharr listed to all she had to say and sat in silence for a moment, contemplating the next set of moves, “Their deaths are not my problem, they failed to do their job and there are consequences for such failures. As for Mr Kita, there is time yet to utilise this to our advantage. The Reich was never fond of those of his bloodline, they tolerated them and always had plans to bring them into line under the Aerian pureblood regime, essentially second-class citizens. With him being on the inside, regardless of his fate, it could be an ideal way into a secure facility. Use him as a waypoint for transporters, a beacon if you will.” He peered down at his empty glass, “I don’t think I have enough to see this through” he sighed, topping it up before draining the glass again. “I want a full report from all surviving parties, we need to keep a trace on Mr Kita and find out where they are taking him. I suspect they will take him to a standard security facility, but when Winter learns of his presence, he’ll be transported to a more… advanced facility.” Ame nodded, there was still hope where the Engineer was concerned. “I have people tracking him,” Ame assured taking a deep breath to find her composure again. He was easy to track with the small bit of technology he had one him. “It seemed very low level. Almost civilian in nature the people who had him which brings me to this.” She tossed the newspaper she had acquired on the desk in front of him. “Quaint, you had time to pick up a paper I see?” he took it from the desk and looked it over but couldn’t read the language but there was a particular image that caught his eye, “So, he’s embedded himself within the Reich’s ruling body?” “I picked that up before it all went wrong.” The woman commented on not sure if he was judging her or not. She had been getting the paper when Ashai had been caught. “He has indeed. Seems quite high ranking as well.” She pointed out leaning over the desk to turn the newspaper over. “One of the Engineers reads old German so he is looking at a copy I made.” “Failing that, the computer can translate it for us. Though this will make it tricky to take him down, we cannot just remove him from his office as it will cause undue stress on this timeline - and as far as we are aware, this is meant to happen. I’d like for you, and whatever scraps of our Intel department are left, to find out as much as you can and report to me with some options.” He put the paper back down and pushed it to the Commander, “if you can get a list of casualties to me, I’ll ensure to take appropriate action where necessary.” And nodded. Scraps of intelligence was pretty much a Vulcan who had just seen his boss killed just like the other member had been with a shot to the head. The SS soldiers she had alerted had been efficient to say the least. “Sir.” She stood up retrieving the hair clips from the desk as she did.
  4. Asahi Kita

    Mission 3: Welcome to the Future!

    Location: Earth, Unknown Time: MD 07 22:03 Hrs Authors: Asahi Kita It was strange, what Asahi could feel and what he couldn’t over the course of his Starfleet history. He had been in compromising situations before, typically resulting in some form of pain or loss of digit, but this time, it felt different. It might have had to do with the fact that he had little feeling at all. About an hour ago (time was hard to tell with no clock to look at or no contact with the outside world), all he could feel was a cluster of pain while all he heard was a doctor admonishing the two guards that held him down. But now, he felt numb, even with the patch job that had been done to the spot they had tinkered with on the back of his neck. Being strapped to the table, blindfolded, and clad in what he assumed was the Reich’s version of the latest ‘medical experiment’ garb was simply a nice touch. “Obergefreiter, your records… they have not come back to us.” The voice of his blond escort echoed through the dark room he ended up in. “That is such a shame, I was beginning to like the idea of you being in our army-... ah. The Good Doctor has already come to examine you.” Asahi snorted, and in that snort came an immediate hiss through his teeth as his own movements were enough to shoot a sharp pain in the back of his neck. “He should work on his bedside manner,” he managed to spurt out through the sudden sensation. “I was not asked how I was feeling once.” “I’m sure he would if he knew who you were,” came a lilting reply. She was toying with him, that much he could tell simply from how she spoke, and the spans of time it took between her ‘visits.’ “But you’re a stranger to us.” For a moment, Asahi fell silent. He knew what the ‘procedures’ were for what he assumed was a modified interrogation, but lying about his name as ‘Limburger’ seemed out of place. And if he told the truth, there was a chance Winter was waiting in the wings. Any alert that they were on to him could have spooked him into running off again. “I mean, you’re all strangers to me too. The blindfold doesn’t help. You could have at least telling me some names or something, before manhandling me and sticking me with little scalpels.” He could feel her frown without having to lay eyes on her. The blond woman made sure of that. “Ah, Obergefreiter, I was hoping we could end this. But it seems you are still uncooperative. All you had to do was tell me your name…” “And then you’d take out another hunk of whatever? What’d he take anyways?” Asahi heard the footsteps echoing further away, signaling her departure. “Get queasy thinking about it? I only wanna know! It’s my body part, isn’t it? Yeah?... Nah? Okay!”
  5. Asahi Kita

    Mission 3: Welcome to the Future!

    Location: Earth Time: MD 07 9:00 Authors: Ame Vovihl, Asahi Kita, Masan Rasheen, Sar'mari The group if observed would have appeared out of nowhere but as the were lucky no one observed and the small group walked out of the alley way into the masses like they belonged there among the people of the capital. They had appeared near a mass of people to try and work out what was going on today of all days that had meant that many people were congregating together. The Doctor found herself looking up surprised at the snow that was falling.  Ame glanced around and quickly checked that everyone was with the group, Counsellor, Engineer, Security, she checked them all off in her head. It was hard to even get her bearings in the middle of the jostling around they needed a moment to get their heads together. “Everyone okay?” She wondered as she indicated a small section of the huge road that seemed to not have anyone moving around. It had almost made her smile when she had seen herself without her spots it had been many years since she had gone on such a mission being a Doctor. “It feels like I am in a novel,” Sar’mari pulled the collar of her button front coat closer around her flowing golden brown hair to cover her ears. It was a mottled heathered dark grey and if anything looked far from brand new. Her shoes fit well but she was still getting used to the wooden full heels. They too were anything but new though finely polished black. Sar’mari patted her hair with a gloved hand as if the effort would somehow warm her, “it is so cold.” Azzians enjoyed a world that never experienced snow. Azzia was tropical, warm and beautiful without the scars of war and the poverty the losing side faced. “That’s Germany for ya,” Asahi pointed out, straightening out the hefty wool Third Reich uniform. Adjusting the cap on his head, he frowned. While Sar’mari seemed more interested in the weather, Asahi was insistent on fixing the timeline and plucking their turncoat of a former captain from the situation. “I’m fine, Ma’am. Just fine.” Masan kept a watchful eye over the team, especially the XO, he would not lose a member of this team let alone to the Nazi's. "Just be weary, the Humans of this time are not as friendly as the ones you know. They are greedy, self important and ignorant of all needs that don't meet their own. I've tweaked our comm. badges so that it appears we are all speaking German to those here, it wouldn't be a good idea to be caught speaking English let alone Azzian or Betazoid." he stated simply again watching the crowd bustle forward. "From what Fenruse said this is one of the deepest and coldest winters on record." The Executive Officer nodded and looped an arm through the Security Officer's arm keeping him close. She had assumed that Intelligence would have tweaked the comm badge but she was glad that he had. "Keep close." She said firmly to everyone. Asahi craned his neck to see if he could see the platform the rally was starting from. "Deepest and coldest, but I don't see those giant hailballs that I could stand on," he murmured, gazing through the crowd. "What do you think? Should we be from out of town or have we been here this whole time?" “That is an interesting question.” Sar’mari glanced over at Asahi as he spoke and furrowed her brow, “if we say from out of town we better know the place fairly well and if we say we have been here the whole time what if they ask questions?” "Agreed." Masan replied, noting the XO's arm taking hold of his. "Ignorance is bliss as Humans say so the less we claim to know about this place the better. As I am sure they will love telling us all about Hitler and their march to glory." he added rolling his eyes. Asahi gave Masan a rather pointed look, adding a rather salty "I wouldn't know what the humans say." But the comment's aura didn't linger, as the engineer turned to see where the path of least resistance (and fewest amount of military dressed) was. "I think we'll get the least amount of questions if we go that way." He pointed toward a small grouping of young women, before eyeing the group. "I mean, someone tall and handsome might get some questions, but I don't think any of the rest of us will..." Ame nodded and smiled at the small amount of camaraderie that was coming from the group. She was relieved at that moment that she had picked that group and not the other one. "I don't know... We are a pretty attractive bunch." The woman commented on leaving the group stunned with her less than cool comment. Sar’mari stared at Ame for a moment and then looked away a bit puzzled by the remark. She felt anything but attractive in the hobbly shoes and dress that came well below her knees. The wool in it made her itch and the undergarments were anything but sexy. “I suppose but the less attention we draw the better,” the Azzian started pulling the collar of her coat closed against the chill. "Let's get a move on." Masan began. "We've gone some ground to cover to get to where we need to be." The group walked in silence for a few moments before Ame let go of Masan's arm and went to the newsstand grabbing up a newspaper. "Understatement." She whispered as she searched in her pocket for this planets currency. She quickly passed it over and took the newspaper with her. She couldn't believe who was on the front page of the thing - Winter himself.  "What's the issue, Commander?" Asahi joked, pointing at the newspaper. As he tried to make his way over to see what she noticed, an arm looped with his, and he found himself dragged toward the the aforementioned grouping of women. "Oh, Obergefreiter, please won't you come join us?" spoke the blonde woman in a sing-song voice, "We have all been dying to meet a man in uniform." "Well, I uh-" Asahi shot a look of helplessness toward the trio as they started to fade into the crowd. "I... guess so?" “We have?” Sar’mari looked over at the one male in their group already wearing the swastika embellished uniform. “Never really saw the attraction for men who were all forced to wear the exact same thing.” Ame held on to Masan's arm and held him back just a little. If there was trouble brewing the whole group didn't need to be compromised, they could always rescue them. Masan felt the resistance from Ame as he went to move forward to 'collect' Asahi from the clutches of local women. He knew separation was not ideal in the circumstances but causing an all out scene would definitely be the worst of the two scenarios. They had to keep up appearances of being the 'normal' residents of this place and looking worried or stressed in some fashion but he felt the need to go stop this before it got out of hand. The gaggle of giggling girls Asahi found himself in spoke highly of him, if only because he had chosen to wear the uniform of a man in a military he knew little of. And, while they asked plenty of questions, none seemed to actually expect an answer out of him, each taking her own turn to ask whatever curiosity they had of such a 'strapping' man. Asahi felt a swing of relief wash over him, seemingly dodging the proverbial bullet, until... "Obergefreiter," spoke one, a tall and solemn-looking woman, "Your eyes, I have never quite seen a German military man with such eyes. You look like one of the Japanese we have allied ourselves with. Why is that?" Color drained from Asahi's cheeks; Intelligence warned him this could happen. "Uhh..." he trailed off, looking about for the group he came with, "Well, you see..." Ame knew something like this would happen, something would fail in the planning all because of the racism that this time held. "He is going to get captured," Ame whispered wishing it wasn't so. They should have gone with a Japanese military. "Maybe he has seen the error of their ways?" Ame called over trying to help.  Ame's comment seemed to go unheard by most of the girls, who seemed more intent on the curiosity that was the now exposed Asian man in German military attire. Asahi shot her a grateful look, but kept it brief. He didn't want to get the others caught too. "How about we talk about this after the rally, ladies? It could make for quite the story." It was taking all of him, every fibre of his being to not rip Asahi out of the situation and worry about picking up some pieces later but he knew the time. This was not the place to get caught, to be discovered 'out of time' was something that El Aurian's fought against. His body screamed at the change in history but knew being caught themselves would greater change things for the worse. As they continued their exchange, a hand firmly gripped Asahi's arm. The solemn-woman had a suspicious eye on him, frown deepening. "I hope you do not mind then," she began, "If I were to take you with me. I would not want you to lose your chance to be part of the glory, Obergefreiter. Every soldier should be rewarded justly." to be continued...
  6. Ame Vovihl

    Mission 3: Welcome to the Future!

    Location: Ready Room Time: MD1 Authors: Myrkul Sharr & Ame Vovihl Ame hesitated a moment outside the door ignoring the looks from the Bridge Crew that could see her there. Last time she had been anywhere near the Admiral she had felt suffocated by more anger than she had ever felt before or possible coming from her. It was only after being forced to talk to the Chief Counsellor did she believe that it stemmed from the fact nothing about what had happened could have been changed and Winter had used everyone on the ship to his advantage believing them to not have a clue. “Um… you want to see me Sir?” Ame asked knocking on the open door. She had avoided the bridge preferring to focus on her Medical duties as that was the biggest need outside of Engineering for every crew member needed. It wasn’t just that they had gotten to earth they needed to get them in a stable orbit around the planet to even start working out when and where time was being changed. Sharr waved his hand to gesture for her to come in, a half-empty bottle of Romulan ale sat neatly next to a set of fine crystal tumblers, one already used and another currently filled with ale in front of the Admiral, "Ah, Commander. Come in and sit." He poured a fresh glass for her and moved from behind his desk to greet his new guest, handing her the glass he guided her to he comfortable chairs, "It is more along the lines of, I think you needed to see me, no?" Ame took the glass without the suspicion that she had, had at the last meeting but didn't drink it just then. "No... I was asked by the Chief Counsellor to come here as..." The woman's eyes narrowed as she realised that she had been tricked into coming to face one of her problems head-on. "Well I guess I am here now... how are you settling in Sir?" She asked making conversation.  "Me? I'm grand. One timeline is just as good as the rest. Usually." he smiled gently, "It isn't my first gig, if that is what you are wondering, Commander. My concerns are with you and the crew, I will make this as easy as possible." "I believe we are as good as we are going to get at the moment, Sir." She took a sip of the ale and let out an appreciative noise. She hadn't had any of the real stuff in years. "Good year... I don't think we want easy I certainly don't. I want to kill him... I literally have this anger in me at how he used all of us to further his agenda." She sighed and closed her eyes taking a deep calming breath. "I gathered with a name such as 'guardian' this wasn't your first time." She said with a small smile trying to sound normal. Sharr shuddered a little, "Believe me, it wasn't a name I gave myself, nor is it one I like. In regards to Winter, you may have the opportunity yet. My directive will be Alive or Dead, we prefer alive so I can extract information out of him." he allowed a small pause before asking "How are the crew holding up?" Ame wanted to snort and possibly mock the man for shuddering at a name given to him by people who lived barely a moment in years of experience but stopped just as the retort hit her tongue. "I can't say I will be able to keep the promise to keep him alive." She admitted looking away before shrugging. "Bitter... angry... a little lost." It was all natural emotions. The Admiral shrugged his shoulders dismissively and finished the drink, "Does not make a difference to me, Commander. Now, back to you. Our counsellor advised you were to come and see me, they would not recommend this if it was not important to you, so how is it I can help you, what can I do for you?" "Tricked... not recommended Sir." Ame reminded with a small sip of the ale. She took in a deep breath of air before letting it out again. "I'm angry... very angry." She sighed. "Same thing when it comes to counsellors, Commander. But tell me of this anger, and why you were 'tricked' to come and see me" "Because I sat in my session and didn't say anything." She burst into peals of laughter looking back feeling a little stupid about how childish she had been, "Have you ever been betrayed and used as an instrument? I feel like he used me and that makes me angry as I do not suffer fools and he fooled me. I stood in this room and knew something wasn't right but I carried on foolishly because he was my Commanding Officer." As he thought about her question his expression fell from someone who was listening to that which only Death would wear, if only for a brief moment, "Yes, Commander, I know that feeling all too well." The Doctor flinched as she watched the expression flitter across the man's face for a moment and was reminded of Keegan's slip of emotion for a moment before she looked away. "Then you understand." She said simply with a shrug.
  7. Ame Vovihl

    Mission 3: Welcome to the Future!

    Location: Earth Time: MD 07 09:00 (December 1942) Authors: Aleksandr Ilyich (NPC Vovihl), Jerimiah Isaacs, Tara Mahone (NPC Kita) Nisseth (NPC Vovihl) Aleksandr Ilyich was a 100% sure he had transported straight into the Russian winter and would have believed it with all the snow if it wasn’t for the huge red and white banners that were suddenly all around them as they stepped out of the abandoned building outside. He was used to the cold but he knew some of the group just wouldn’t be and the 1940’s clothing didn’t always offer much in the way of warmth. “Everyone warm enough?” He joked softly glancing back. They were a slightly bigger group than the other one as they were less likely to get split up in a Market compared to the more dangerous location they were going to. Isaacs pulled the collar of his jacket up and smiled. “It seems that we went from the frying pan into the ice box. If memory serves me correct, having me here may not have been the best option.” His smooth melodic voice spoke up softly. “We can explain you.” Tara adjusted the cloche hat she chose to adorn her head. “American POW who we’re trying to ‘educate,’ or some such. We just didn’t want you to stride through the market in clothing that has you stand out.” She added with a hint of mischief.   Ophelia adjusted the thick wool scarf that she had replicated for herself. She didn’t quite feel like herself, her copper hair had been dyed blonde, and her black betazoid eyes were concealed behind blue contacts. “We should get moving, we don’t want to waste our time standing here.” Jerimiah smiled and nodded “Lead the way…”  Nisseth just surveyed the team with a cool expression before he started to lead through the market trying to not to smell too much of what was on offer. He looked back at the Russian who looked completely at ease in the uniform he wore. While everyone else seemed content to wait, Tara did not want to stay here longer than she had to. Looking between the group, she strode through the crowd as soon as Nisseth did, quietly looking about the market for anysuspicious gazes. Jerimiah cast his eyes about the market searching for anyone who made a double take in his direction. Of course that was folly because a lot of people looked twice at the color of his skin. The other factor was that he was unsure exactly what he was looking for. His eyes darted about as it occurred to him to apply science. He stood for a moment as still as he couldand let everyone simply walk past. In a moment he found the wind direction and detected an odd smell on the wind. When he turned toward the smell he noticed a set of footprints that were different than the rest. The boot prints were a little off kilter. He took tentative steps in the direction of the prints and now his eyes darted around for something else, another member of the away team. As if sensing the Science Chief's discomfort, or at least remembering what their 'cover plan' seemed to be, Tara's paces slowed until she was side by side with Issacs, looping her arm around his. "I think you look justuncomfortable enough to play the part, too. If you don't say much, the translator programs won't kick in and we won't have to worry about you being able to speak absolutely fluent German." "Good advice." Aleksandr nodded at the woman as she moved to the Science Chief. They were to stay out of trouble and gather intelligence. "Smells so good down here after the last few weeks," He whispered to the pair as he saw a boar being spit roasted over a fire. It reminded him of camping back in Russia when they used nothing more technical than an old style lighter. Jerimiah smiled and nodded "Very well. But there is one thing... The boot prints over yonder they are out of place. They are of a different style of boot then all the rest." He accepted the arm and fell into place with the rest of the team while subtlety pointing toward the footprints that he noticed a moment before. Aleksandr glanced back as a pair of ladies giggled in his direction making a smug smile appear on his face. “Well... isn’t that interesting...” The Engineering was pretty sure they were meant to follow but his stomach really wanted what was on offer. “Let’s go then, Sir.” He sighed. Tara's eyes darted about as both scientist and engineer set toward the prints, arm still looped with Jerimiah's. It was a good thing the chief scientist had said something earlier, or else she would not have noticed the set of uniformed men who seemed to take notice of them. "We better make it quick, or we'll run into a little trouble..."  Jerimiah followed the prints and they led into an alley. It was both a blessing and a curse that the prints led them there. First, it got the group out of view of the uniformed personnel milling about. However, the trail also ended in the alley. This was not something Jerimiah was used to. "I am sorry... In truth, I am notsure where to go from here." As the ground wandered off Aleksandr stopped dead and took in the newspaper that he saw on the stand. He quickly paid and ran after his comrades. “We need to get back to the ship now.” The Engineer was white as a ghost at what he now had stuffed inside his SS uniform jacket. "That we do," Tara commented, eyes still on the guards. She gave Jerimiah's arm a reassuring pat. "Don't worry Sir, we'll get ourselves out of here safe and sound. I think this'll be pretty successful for a recon, once we're on ship."
  8. Ame Vovihl

    Mission 3: Welcome to the Future!

    Ame frowned as she paced for a moment back and forth outside the Chief Counsellors Office for a moment before she pressed the chime. It didn’t take long for the woman inside to ask her to come inside for the meeting that had been requested of her. She was hoping the woman just wanted to talk Medical or even Executive Officer stuff but she was sure it wasn’t. “You wanted to see me, Lieutenant?” She wondered softly coming into the room. Sar’mari had stood and moved to the side of the clear desk that occupied her office. Her eyes gazed steadily on the woman that had come to her quarters and a faint smile played on her smooth face. She had smoothed out the skirt portion of her uniform having not gotten too accustomed to the trousers most of her counterparts seemed to prefer. “Commander, thank you for coming,” the woman stated curtying slightly before cursing herself for not forgetting some of the Azzian customs that seemed out of place amongst other species. “You are due for a psych evaluation,” Sar’mari offered letting the hint of a smile become a full-blown one, “and I thought you might just like to talk with someone.” "I had one recently," Ame said cooly stood just inside the door as she watched the woman. Why would she want to talk to anyone right then and there? She had a job to do that wasn't involving sitting around and just talking about how she felt. “Time Commander is the master of us all.” The counselor replied with a gentle smile for her superior He pale eyes flickered under the rooms lighting as the Azzian motioned towards the chairs they could both occupy for the few minutes she had in mind, “it flows on regardless if we are ready for it to or not.” Sar’mari’s smile broadened as she folded her hand in front of her, “you need to talk about your feelings Commander before they start making decisions for you.” The Executive Officer frowned but crossed the room and took the offered seat, crossing her legs as she sat. It was nice to feel clean and have a uniform on again but it didn't make her feel any better. "My feelings?" She asked sounding confused. “Yes Commander,” The dark haired woman said with a smile as she took her own seat across from her. She crossed her legs and placed her hands gently on her lap as she continued, “I have no doubt discovering Keegan Winter misled you and committed serious crimes has brought up a number of feelings and emotions.” Ame found that her poker face became stronger and stronger as she watched the woman. She hadn't learned Vulcan meditation for no reason after the last time ship incident that she had been on, her coolness was almost Vulcan like. It was very unlike most Trills. "Of course." She said slowly. "But you put them away and get on with things until the problem at hand is finished and dealt with." The Azzian smiled softly as she heard the woman’s reply and she shifted slightly in her seat. Sar’mari tilted her head and raised an eyebrow, “you can, publicly. Her smile broadened and she sat a little forward in her seat, “but masking your feelings only suppresses them, internalizes them, but they don’t just disappear.” "Yes but allows you to deal with the job at hand." The Trill answered. "We are both doctors... we both know how this is going to go... I will just sit here in silence." Ame had no problem with suppressing how she felt for as long as she needed until they caught Keegan Winter and made him pay. “I guess there is no need to continue this then.” The counselor stood and nodded replacing the smile that had been on her face with one more akin to concern. Sar’mari drew in a deep breath, “but when this is over will you regret your actions?” Ame didn't move. "How will I regret my actions?" Everyone kept telling her to let go of her anger, couldn't they understand she was angry at herself. “Commander, do you think that once we find him you will be able to restrain that anger you are nursing?” The question was valid and the counselor tried to offer a faint smile though it was only something playing with the corners of her mouth, “I believe the phrase doctor is primum non nocere.” Ame snorted at her before she shook her head. "Another way to state it is that, "given an existing problem, it may be better not to do something, or even to do nothing, than to risk causing more harm than good." It reminds the health care provider to consider the possible harm that any intervention might do, I think doing nothing would be the worst thing." Ame was very sure in her soul that Winter was an existing problem and without anything he would cause more problems. “Oh agreed.” Sar’mari nodded and offered a smile, “doing nothing would leave things far worse than if a thoughtful intervention was successful.” She tilted her head and furrowed her brow, “but this creates a moral conundrum which I thought should be discussed before we do something that would be regrettable.” "Sar..." Ame said softly. They had had lunch often enough over the last few weeks that she thought she could at least get down on the level with her. "It would be my moral conundrum no one else's and I think I could leave with it as..." She paused thinking like she did non stop about all the dead crewmembers. “Ame,” the counselor began coming over the chairs again, “you are a physician, a skilled and caring person.” She paused for a mere moment before launching into the rest of her replies, “but if you take revenge into your own hands can you live with that mental conflict?” Ame shrugged a little. "We shall have to wait and see if I can live with it shan't we." Ame was 99% sure that she could live with herself after taking out evil like Winter.  The counselor shrugged and gazed over at the physician, “so you are willing to take that risk Doctor?” She shook her head and walked back towards her desk, “once you’ve violated that oath there is no going back.” "You've not been in Timefleet long have you?" Ami mused as she shook her head. Ami had used to scoff at people for being like she was now and knew now why sometimes you had to risk your all to save the timeline. "You really believe that Winter should be allowed to live after he has killed so many?" “No I have not.” The Azzian nodded as she set her eyes on the physician, “I believe he should die, that is not my point though.” She drew in a deep breath and tilted her head, “the question is whether that death should come at your hand Doctor or if that punishment should be handed out by someone else. Azzians don’t take that oath at medical personnel though I would be hesitant to actually perform the execution.” Ame slowly stood and shook her head in what was becoming a familiar gesture. "Due to all the bodies in the morgue, I wouldn't be hesitant... It wouldn't even cross my mind to do anything else." Ame said darkly. It wouldn't even cross her mind to hesitate if she was given the chance. He had taken far to many lives on that ship let alone before possibly, who knew how much blood the man had on his hands. 
  9. Asahi Kita

    Mission 3: Welcome to the Future!

    Location: Hallways Time: MD 06, 0129 Hrs Authors: Myrkul Sharr, Asahi Kita Fresh from the Intel offices strode Asahi Kita, clad in the dark wool of a German dress uniform, working toward making the clothing more comfortable than it truly was. He would stop every few steps, pulling down the fitted jacket or wriggling about. There was something to be said about the smooth synthetic fibers they utilized for their own uniforms, which Asahi would eventually speak with Ophelia or whoever was in charge of synthesizing these uniforms to make sure they were only authentic to everyone who was not about to wear them. Luckily for Asahi, his trip through the ship's halls had been mostly on his own, but he had chosen this moment because he knew if people were not performing tasks, they were likely resting snug in their quarters. At least then there were few people who could see him fidget and curse under his breath at how itchy wool was. At least, not until he bumped into the back of a one Admiral Myrkul Sharr. Stumbling back, Asahi frowned, clearly not paying the least bit of attention to who he had run into. "Eh, sorry," he mumbled, attempting to pass by the El-Aurian, as the other balanced PaDD in one hand and swirly blue liquid in the other. Being knocked out of a drifting thought was not something Sharr expected on a lower deck at this time of the day, everyone should have been resting before the mission tomorrow and only the night shift crew should be awake. He checked his glass to make sure nothing had escaped then to the person who had carelessly bumped into him, "Paying too much attention to the uniform, Mr Kita?" Sharr asked, in his unmistakable voice and sarcastic tone. Pausing mid-step, Asahi's eyes widened. Of course, he would be just so lucky as to fumble into the one person he had been trying to wrap his brain around. He cringed, sheepishly eyeing the other. "Oops?" After a shrug, his eyes drifted down to what Sharr was wearing, suddenly realizing the flash of white was not in fact that Admiral's uniform. Why would it be when it was off hours? His eyes immediately snapped back up to meet Sharr's gaze. "I-uh-apologies, Sir-er, Sharr. It's the wool. Whoever's in charge of the creation of these outfits does such a good job that it actually itches like I heard it was supposed to." "Aye, it's a bitch" he commented with a subtle smile, "and you can blame the Intel types for that, they love their accuracy" the Admiral rolled his eyes at the thought of Intelligence. While a former recon agent, he understood the need to pay close attention to the small details, but it had always irritated him, "You are up early, or late?" "Blame em? I'm gonna complain to 'em." Asahi huffed with a snort. "Can't blend in if I don't look like I belong in this outfit to begin with." He frowned. "I guess late, in this case. I don't do a whole helluva lot of sleeping to begin with, but when I've got the right nightcap, it'll happen whether I want it or not. What about you? Clearly not in work mode, unless there's a uniform change memo... there isn't one of those, is there? I'd have some commentary-ah, mostly safety concerns, of course." Sharr just watched his Chief Engineer babble, and the eventually come up for air and enough time for him to respond, "I'm not sure they were meant to be comfortable" he took a sip from his glass then looked down at his attire, "No, no uniform change. Thought I'd try this 'comfort' clothing everyone seems to like, though I'm not sure how I feel about it." He gestured along the corridor, clearly the direction they were both heading, as they both started to walk the conversation continued, "As for Work Mode? Always in that, I'm afraid. Take the bars, lose a lot of your personal life, become a Commanding Officer and have an open door policy and the rest of that tends to vanish - good job I don't sleep isn't it?" He offered his glass to Asahi, mostly in an attempt to calm the officers nerves. "Well, it looks good on you. Not the safety concerns, the ah..." He trickled off, waving a hand. "You should wear it more often. Off duty, of course. Why would you wear that on duty- don't listen to me." Then came a pause, as he eyed the offered drink. "I'm sure you've got a good supply of that," he finally decided, looking to the other, "But I'm pretty sure you're going to need that more than I do to offset the weight of all those bars. And as much as I like Open Door Policies, there's gotta be time for you time somewhere down the line. I don't care how old you are." Fresh from the Intel offices strode Asahi Kita, clad in the dark wool of a German dress uniform, working toward making the clothing more comfortable than it truly was. He would stop every few steps, pulling down the fitted jacket or wriggling about. There was something to be said about the smooth synthetic fibers they utilized for their own uniforms, which Asahi would eventually speak with Ophelia or whoever was in charge of synthesizing these uniforms to make sure they were only authentic to everyone who was not about to wear them. Luckily for Asahi, his trip through the ship's halls had been mostly on his own, but he had chosen this moment because he knew if people were not performing tasks, they were likely resting snug in their quarters. At least then there were few people who could see him fidget and curse under his breath at how itchy wool was. At least, not until he bumped into the back of a one Admiral Myrkul Sharr. Stumbling back, Asahi frowned, clearly not paying the least bit of attention to who he had run into. "Eh, sorry," he mumbled, attempting to pass by the El-Aurian, as the other balanced PaDD in one hand and swirly blue liquid in the other. Being knocked out of a drifting thought was not something Sharr expected on a lower deck at this time of the day, everyone should have been resting before the mission tomorrow and only the night shift crew should be awake. He checked his glass to make sure nothing had escaped then to the person who had carelessly bumped into him, "Paying too much attention to the uniform, Mr Kita?" Sharr asked, in his unmistakable voice and sarcastic tone. Pausing mid-step, Asahi's eyes widened. Of course, he would be just so lucky as to fumble into the one person he had been trying to wrap his brain around. He cringed, sheepishly eyeing the other. "Oops?" After a shrug, his eyes drifted down to what Sharr was wearing, suddenly realizing the flash of white was not in fact that Admiral's uniform. Why would it be when it was off hours? His eyes immediately snapped back up to meet Sharr's gaze. "I-uh-apologies, Sir-er, Sharr. It's the wool. Whoever's in charge of the creation of these outfits does such a good job that it actually itches like I heard it was supposed to." "Aye, it's a bitch" he commented with a subtle smile, "and you can blame the Intel types for that, they love their accuracy" the Admiral rolled his eyes at the thought of Intelligence. While a former recon agent, he understood the need to pay close attention to the small details, but it had always irritated him, "You are up early, or late?" "Blame em? I'm gonna complain to 'em." Asahi huffed with a snort. "Can't blend in if I don't look like I belong in this outfit to begin with." He frowned. "I guess late, in this case. I don't do a whole helluva lot of sleeping to begin with, but when I've got the right nightcap, it'll happen whether I want it or not. What about you? Clearly not in work mode, unless there's a uniform change memo... there isn't one of those, is there? I'd have some commentary-ah, mostly safety concerns, of course." Sharr just watched his Chief Engineer babble, and the eventually come up for air and enough time for him to respond, "I'm not sure they were meant to be comfortable" he took a sip from his glass then looked down at his attire, "No, no uniform change. Thought I'd try this 'comfort' clothing everyone seems to like, though I'm not sure how I feel about it." He gestured along the corridor, clearly the direction they were both heading, as they both started to walk the conversation continued, "As for Work Mode? Always in that, I'm afraid. Take the bars, lose a lot of your personal life, become a Commanding Officer and have an open door policy and the rest of that tends to vanish - good job I don't sleep isn't it?" He offered his glass to Asahi, mostly in an attempt to calm the officer's nerves. "Well, it looks good on you. Not the safety concerns, the ah..." He trickled off, waving a hand. "You should wear it more often. Off duty, of course. Why would you wear that on duty- don't listen to me." Then came a pause, as he eyed the offered drink. "I'm sure you've got a good supply of that," he finally decided, looking to the other, "But I'm pretty sure you're going to need that more than I do to offset the weight of all those bars. And as much as I like Open Door Policies, there's gotta be time for you time somewhere down the line. I don't care how old you are." "Ah, Mr Kita, are you flirting?" Sharr smiled, he knew it might make him feel awkward but if it stopped him from getting flustered then it would be worth it. That may not have been Asahi's intentions, but his cheeks turned a shade of red and his body tensed. "No! Not at all. Not that you aren't attractive enough, but aren't there rules against that sort of thing?" He let the initial reaction settle before continuing. "I dunno, it's just a thing I do on my assignments. No one looks out for the person on the top. All they do is come to them with their issues and concerns. Sure, there'll be things I"m gonna gripe about, but someone should be looking out for you too." "It is not your job to worry about those above your rank, I'm sure most will be fine and if they are not, they have their own support network. I'd prefer you worried about those under your care, it makes my job easier. Though your concern is appreciated, and a shame you were not, they are more like guidelines" a subtle, devious grin started to appear on the Admiral's face as they neared his destination, "I trust you'll have enough rest before you leave later?" Asahi held up a hand. "They should, but you've splashed in after we all got over the whole 'Turncoat Captain' manoeuvre Winter pulled. I'm allowed at least little concern. Guidelines, huh?... Noted." If he were not already flustered, there would have been a cheeky remark that followed, but instead, he simply shrugged, searching the offending coat for pockets to shove his hands in. "As much as I'd like to, likely not. The Assistant Chief is a little shaky and while this isn't the first time she'd be leading on her own, this is her first timeship assignment. Told her I'd be up and about to answer any questions she had." "I'll let you into a secret, Winter was on my hit list for some time relatively speaking," he shrugged his shoulders at the thought of how long he'd spent trying to kill him, "The Federation wanted him captured and each time it caused a lot of issues and they finally relented and sanctioned him to be 'handled' however best to save the integrity of the timeline. I'm no stranger to tight and impossible situations and Admiral Danner specifically made a deal with me to handle this particular problem as all other agents have failed so far, again, depending on how you view the situation." He finished off the glass, looked at it with genuinely sad eyes, then back to the Engineer before him, "I really do appreciate your concern, it is somewhat refreshing after all these years alone. But you should get some rest, I'll advise your assistant they can come to me for any support with the ship if necessary, we can't have your pretty face soured by dark bags and a drained complexion through lack of sleep, can we?" As Sharr spoke, Asahi's facial expressions changed from contemplative to concerned, then to determined. "... Sounds like there's a story behind all this, especially if he's that slippery. But we'll get him. I don't think many of the other agents had a whole ship of jaded crewmembers waiting to catch him." Then came the dissatisfied frown. As much as he would have liked to just plummet into bed and get a good nap in, there were other aspects for him to worry about. "Mmmmmno, I bet you'll end up doing that a bit when I'm planetside. How's about a compromise instead? I promise to get some rest in, more for my health than my 'pretty face,' and you promise to set some time aside after the mission for a... we can call it a date, I guess." For a moment Sharr stood still, looking at Asahi. It has been centuries since he'd been speechless, especially to the point where someone else had even considered him for something like a date. Realising he was taking a long time he nodded, an involuntary smile creeping its way across his face, "Then we have a deal, and a date. I'll wear something more appropriate." While it hadn't been nearly as long for Asahi, the prospect of receiving a positive for a date excited him. The last time he made an attempt, it had blown up in his face so much that he ended up in the 31rst century. A smile crept up on his lips, but it didn't last long as he leveled a serious look in Sharr's direction. "Uniforms don't count, they aren't appropriate." "What does, then?" Asahi hesitated in his instant, blabber-like responses, eyes narrowing in suspicion. He had no idea what he was suspicious of, but the sentiment was there. "... Clothing. Not a uniform... I guess that depends on what we end up doing on the ... date..." "Let's stay away from a Betazoid wedding then" he said with a smirk, "let's get this mission out of the way, and we'll do something nice" Sputtering and cheeks turning red once more, Asahi found himself looking at anywhere but the good Admiral. He was unused to flirtations being fired back. "Yeah, let's." He took a step toward the turbolift, new destination in mind. "I'll ah... go get my nap on, then."
  10. Ame Vovihl

    Mission 3: Welcome to the Future!

    Location: Main Engineering Time: MD2 09:00 Authors: Lialli Fenruse and Asahi Kita Lialli stood just to the side of the Engineering huddle and just watched the group talking before they broke away to whatever duties they had been told to attend to. The blonde walked over to the other blonde and smiled patiently. “Can I please have my toy back Sir?” She had given him 24hours but now she was fed up with waiting and wanted the device back to get back to her job as historian instead of dogsbody. In that time, Asahi had completely forgotten he had taken any sort of isochip, the one that was vital to Lialli's information gathering. It had sat in his pocket, with Asahi not remembering it's origins until this point. He had more to worry about than someone trying to short themselves out, but she didn't need to know any of that. "... Depends, you gonna make sure nothing unsafe happens while you're using it?" Lialli wanted to say that she had planned to the first time but she held her tongue and nodded. "Yes, sir... of course. This research is much needed on the items discovered in the unimatrix and our current time frame." She said not looking at happy as she had the last time he had seen her. "Alright, good." Asahi sniffed, rummaging through his pockets to hand Lialli the chip. Once he had done so, he looked back to the console he was calibrating upon. "Get to that researching, then." "I meant what I said about my mum teaching me how to install chips before I was able to walk Sir. A starship is an amazing place to grow up on." Lialli commented on with a grin before turning sad as she thought about the fact she would never ever see her family again. Asahi waved his hand over his shoulder. Regardless of her lineage, or even how far down the line she went, he had no intention of getting chummy with many of the crew, not when there was time and space to be patching up. "Doesn't mean we're all suddenly engineers, kid. Especially if you're displaced. Just be careful." "Kid..." The woman scoffed and shook her head at how rude the man was being when she was only trying to make conversation with someone new. It was nice to talk something different than the usual ship talk. "Oh I know I am not an Engineer Sir but I do know things if you needed help." She pointed out taking the hint he truly didn't want to talk. "I don't." Asahi said plainly, making a point of facing the console he found himself working at. "We don't. I just need people to focus on their tasks so we can get through this. Let the Engineers do the Engineer thing." Lialli said nothing. She wasn't going to argue with a superior officer even if he was just being plain stubborn. She couldn't force him to let her help even if she wanted to. "As you wish Sir." She said cooly and turned to leave now with her prize.
  11. Ame Vovihl

    Mission 3: Welcome to the Future!

    Time: MD05 09:00 Authors: Myrkul Sharr, Ame Vovihl, Masan Rasheen, Ophelia Veko, Kendall McLaughlin “We should have a stable orbit in five minutes, Sir.” The HELM operator said counting down the moments until the view screen was no longer showing a wonky view of the top of Earth. He wanted to be able to see his home planet again in it’s full blue and green glory. It was much needed after the last week or so of being in the void and the real possibility of dying there. The Executive Officer looked up as she realised the HELM operator was actually talking to her as she was the Senior Officer on the Bridge. “Brilliant Lieutenant,” Ame commented on sat in her usual chair now that she was used to being there instead of elsewhere and doing the Executive Officer work before she focused on the Chief Medical Officer role. It was getting easier and easier now that the medical staff were getting back to some normal day to day stuff alongside keeping the remaining crew in ICU stable now that power had been restored fully. Masan grumbled as he turned to look at the viewscreen. "Not quite the Earth I remember... even in this time. I didn't get here until 2029 but still the change is clear." "We aren't going to know until we get past the surface," Asahi replied grimly from his spot at Engineering. "But I'm not in disagreement. Something just feels wrong." Ophelia was sitting at a science station watching the Earth on the viewscreen, "How so Lieutenant?" Ophelia looked at the planet and frowned, "It looks no different from up here than it should for this era. Visually I can see no changes." The Ready Room door opened with a smooth woosh, it had been fixed and was smooth and not a grinding mess. Out walked Sharr, in full Admiralty uniform with glass in hand, "Let's see what this git has done now" he said raising an eyebrow. He took the Command chair and paused a moment, it had been a very long time since he'd sat in one of these, he set his gaze upon Earth and nodded as the crew made their comments, "The Mediterranean is gone, that's new." He muttered with a mix of amusement and admiration then took a small sip from his drink and looked at the crew, "are the away teams ready for infiltration, Commander?" Sar’Mari glanced over at the Admiral as he emerged and entered the bridge. She had been sitting silently glancing at the screen looking thoughtful but not offering any words. The Azzian was not the most familiar person with the homeword Humans called home and any words she might offer would be counterproductive to the conversation. She drew in a deep breath as she heard Sharr and offered a faint smile to the man. Like Sar'mari, Kendall also thought it best to remain silent for now. They had come through a tough situation thus far, but had still quite a bit to sort out, and it was natural for everyone to feel on edge and more than a bit frustrated, especially those with the weight of man on their shoulders. Instead, McLaughlin glanced in the direction of her fellow counselor. The two had not had much in the way of lengthy interaction of late, but she was glad to have the support and was eager to get to know the Azzian. She always found the perspective of those from other worlds to be beneficial. "Short of the missing Med, Report" Sharr ordered as he gracefully plonked himself into the Command Chair and ran his hand over the console and then glanced back at the viewscreen, while carefully setting down his glass in a place he wouldn't send it flying if he knocked it. He'd only seen the specifications for these ships, never been on one himself, and he liked what he saw. The design was clean and useful, no specific dedicated area on the bridge other than the Command Chair, this allowed anyone to work at any area based on their own setup, or transfer quickly to another station console without having to physically move. He smiled to himself with approvement as the crew gave their reports on the situation on Earth. Lialli looked up from the console as she looked over the reports that were coming in. She had managed to tap into a radio newscast and all she could hear was reports about Moscow falling to the Third Reich. "It'... It.... Sir it looks like the Allies lost world war two." The woman said pale as she glanced at the Executive Officer stood now at the view screen watching the strange appearance of Earth. From his station, Asahi turned to look over at Ophelia, answering her formerly asked question with a gesture to Lialli. "And there ya go. Sometimes it doesn't have to be visible in order for your gut to feel it.-Wait wait." His head perked and his nose scrunched in confusion. "... Did you say World War Two?" "Yes, Sir. 1942." Fenruse turned to the Chief Engineer not wanting to go on with facts but the information was flashing across her screen quicker than she could keep up with. "How is the Mediterranean gone?" Ame finally asked turning to look at the crew. "It was always just a theory. It is called Atlantropa or Panropa depending on who you are talking to. It was going… is a gigantic engineering and colonisation idea devised by an architect called Sörgel in the 1920s. There is a giant hydroelectric dam across the Strait of Gibraltar… Here,” The Historian turned to another console and brought up a map of the old image of the Mediterranean and put several lines on it to signify something. “It was thought it would lower the surface of the Mediterranean Sea by up to 200 metres opening up large new lands for settlement as you can obviously see. There are ones alone the Dardanelles to hold back the Black Sea, between Sicily and Tunisia, On the Congo River to refill the Mega-Chad to provide fresh water to irrigate the Sahara and finally the Suez Canal extension and locks to maintain Red Sea connection.” Lialli said looking disgusted by the theory now in effect. "You humans are certainly resourceful when you want to be" Sharr said, taking a sip from his glass as he listened to he analysis, "however you look at it, for the technology they have, it is an impressive feat of strength. Kudos to this Sörgel for being so efficient." Masan listened to the other crew members make their reports. It was fortunate that they had covered most of the talking points from what the surface was providing them with. He shook his head, the Nazis had won? It didn't bear thinking about and yet according to all information available it was the truth. "I see Buckingham Palace has been taken over by Joseph Goebbels..." The more Sar’mari listened the more her smooth brow furrowed into a mass of folds. She shook her head and commented, “so with these changes, there would be no peace for decades.” The crossed her legs the opposite direction and looked towards pensively, “time is as fluid as water but if we try to hold it, to alter it’s flow we risk drowning in its undertow.” As Ophelia listened to the conversations around her she accessed the temporal database. She had heard of World War 2, but didn't know it as well as she should. As she read up on the history Ophelia accessed the Clepsydra's functioning scanners and used them to gather what information she could from the planet below. She frowned as she compared the database to the information she was receiving from the planet below, "Sir, I think we are rather late, there are so many changes that I don't even know where to begin." She gestured at her screen, "The Mediterranean has been dammed as you mentioned...the Germans appear to have won Luftschlacht um England, what was known as the Battle of Britain...there are reports of a German Battleship called Bismark hunting US ships off the coast of Ireland...and I am reading a report from the Japanese saying that they've sunk the USS Enterprise at the Allied Naval base on Espiritu Santo along with several other allied warships." She shook her head as she read, "But according to my database none of that ever happened, Bismark was sunk on May 27th 1941, the Enterprise survived the war and Espiritu Santo was never attacked, and the Allies should have won the Battle of Britain" Ophelia had a profound feeling of sorrow as she read the information on her screen and reported on the errors. "My gods this is all so wrong!" Lialli looked at the officers around her and rolled her eyes. Everyone suddenly wanted to be a historian now it had gotten interesting. Didn’t they have their own jobs to do? “I should have a proper report in a few hours sir once I can have a proper look in detail.” She murmured turning back to her screen shaking her head. She hoped someone would come and be in charge of Science soon so she didn’t have to deal with things like this she was a researcher at heart. Ame didn’t fail to see the roll of her young officer’s eyes at the people around her as she turned. “Let’s get the away mission started shall we. We will need to find ways to go undercover and not all of us will pass for this time.” The Executive Officer stated with a sigh as she thought about who she wanted in her team. “Do you have a date and time?” “It is 17 December 1942. Winter in the northern hemisphere.” Lialli commented on looking at the screen displaying the date automatically. “Isn’t there a particularly important holiday coming up then?” The question from the counselor rolled off her lips absently as she remembered something about a pseudo religious Christian holiday?” She tilted her head and smiled, “and frozen water...snow I believe it’s called. “Europe will be covered yes sir.” The scientist said with a smile at the woman. Asahi cleared his throat, gesturing to the viewscreen. "Usually in a situation like this, when all the little details are going wonky, an engineer would go in and fix the big problem. Usually if we fix the problem, the details tend to smooth themselves out. I'm no expert at time and space mechanics, but that thought hasn't failed me yet." He gave both Sharr and Ame a look. "Not that you're asking for the unsolicited advice of a grease monkey, but there ya go." “Don’t fret Lieutenant you will get to go play the Engineer down there. I’ve sent the away mission teams to you all. Intelligence Officers will help you prepare for the away mission in the way of disguises.” Ame said looking at the Intelligence Chief pointedly as that was firmly her domain. Lialli turned on her chair a little and looked at the senior team worriedly. None of them as far as she was aware were history buffs or came from a time that was even remotely close to 1942. “Sirs…Some of you will need to remember that the view of those people down there are warped and you won’t be treated how you have been brought up being treated. Racism and discrimination are rife.” She hoped it wasn’t overstepping her place but it wouldn’t feel right sending them without a warning. Ophelia nodded to as the XO addressed her, "I'll get on to them right away sir." Ami just nodded and walked away. She had other things to attend to that were a lot more important than playing fancy dress. She would be there before they all left to hide her own spot and get suitable clothing.
  12. Asahi Kita

    Mission 3: Welcome to the Future!

    Location: Ready Room Time: MD 01 Authors: Admiral Myrkul Sharr and Lieutenant Asahi Kita Having kept to himself for the past twenty-four hours, Asahi Kita felt a predictable nervousness as he approached the bridge. He had expected the formerly dubbed 'Fenton' was familiar to him, but he never suspected the man's standing in the fleet, nor did he expect the one person he might have met once in his whole Starfleet career. Maybe once. But he had seen pictures and heard tales of the man known as Myrkul Sharr. Tales of the El-Aurian Admiral had swept throughout the fleet so many times that not even Asahi was oblivious to them, but he would have expected the man to have retired by the year 3000, and Asahi certainly wouldn't have expected to work together with him. The sense of familiarity that rose upon such realizations sparked the flight of Asahi's desires to speak with Sharr further. He hadn't expected to stay long in this time period, expecting that once he served enough time that he would be able to return to the safety of the Viking and his pilot's chair, and had thus kept to himself for the better portion of three years. But keeping everyone at a distance was tough, even for Asahi, who made a point of it upon all his assignments. Asahi frowned as he realized the man in question was not in the captain's chair, turning his attention to the crewmen on the Bridge. "Okay guys, Admirals are difficult to hide when they're not undercover. Where'd you put him?" The young ensign at helm gave a start, whirling in her seat, wide-eyed at Asahi. With the bridge as quiet as it had been and everyone hard at work, no one seemed to have noticed the Chief Engineer strolling on in, though if Asahi could guess, she was probably put more off guard than his casual tone than his appearance. "... Sir?" "Admiral Sharr. Guardian. Whatever I'm supposed to call him, where is he?" A couple of the bridge crew raised their fingers toward the ready room. Asahi's gaze followed the collective pointing, taking in a breath, giving them all a wave of thanks as he approached the door, pressing the buzz button. The door opened as the buzzer was pressed, it would always open if the Admiral was not already with someone. He waved his hand in a friendly and welcoming manner so that the young officer would come in. "Sir, it's your Chief Engineer. I thought I'd uh... appraise you on what's going on." "Ah, Mr Kita, I was hoping you would come and see me, I think we have a fair bit to talk a bit about, do you not?" the man's voice was calm and reassuring, a deep voice that betrayed his still youthful exterior, "and please, don't call me 'sir' I find it keeps a cold and distant atmosphere which is not helpful in these kinds of circumstances. How are the repairs, and more importantly, how are you?" Asahi hesitated at how quickly he was addressed, but hustled himself in all the same, if only so the door could shut behind him. If he was going to blunder, it wasn't going to be in front of an audience. So naturally, the first words that come out of his mouth are, "We do... and I'll only stop calling you Sir if you stop calling me Mr. Kita." There was only a brief hesitation before he decided to rattle offhis update. "The repairs are as scheduled. Most of the power has been re-routed, and it shouldn't take long to get propulsion up and running so we can retrieve our Temporal Displacement Drive. Scanners have been finicky, but we've got a plan to find the drive without much issue. Everything else is running as smooth as can be, and we can be on our way to tracking Winters down in... forty-eight hours, max." When he realized he had little more to say on the matter of the ship itself, Asahi could feel his shoulders sag, the weight of his exhaustion setting in. Despite his posture's betrayal, his expression remained at neutral. "It's been a long past few days, but once we get the ship running and on our way, I'll be more prone to resting." "Understandable," Sharr said as he slowly rose to his feet, "your primary concern is your work, ensuring are repaired and working, but who makes sure you are fine and working?" He put his hand on Asahi's shoulder and lead him to the comfortable chairs, "I need to know you are looking after yourself too, it cannot be easy being from your century and being stuck in this one, little familiarity and, I suppose, concern about your own future. Though you must look after yourself, take some downtime and recharge your own batteries. I trust you'll be able to do this?" As Asahi was led along, he gave the comfortable seats a disdainful look, as if they were one giant warp core in disrepair. "At some point," he admitted vaguely, finally taking a seat and giving the wall behind Sharr a blank stare, pointedly not looking to the El-Aurian on fear that he'd give anything away through facial expression. And yet, something compelled him to speak up regardless. "I dunno if you're familiar with my service record, but I'm not exactly known for downtime in crisis situations. Or not in crisis situations. Sometimes not even during shore leave. Familiar or not, it's a new assignment, and until I can make the Syd more efficient than she already is, I don't exactly have plans to sit down." He added a small snort to the end of his sentence, then eyeing the Admiral. "My meeting with 'Fenton' was probably the most I've had a sit down since I arrived, not including meals and micronaps." "Ah, yes, I must apologise for not giving you all of the details when we first met. Even now there are rules to keep the timeline as pure as possible, but it was nice to take a moment, was it not?" The question was rhetorical and Sharr continued on, "Either way, I can say that this is not a critical moment, we will survive beyond this regardless. For now, though, my concern is the crew and their wellbeing." He walked back to his desk and poured the engineer a drink, a thick blue liquid out of a bottle that looked very similar to the one found on the Unicomplex not long ago, "Here, take this" he offered the glass back to him, it was clearly Romulan Ale but a darker blue than usual, "You came here for more than just a status report, no?" gently he sat down opposite his guest, not wanting to be over imposing. "... I don't know if I expected all the details," Asahi began, leaning an elbow against the table and rubbing his temples. His eyes were on the drink he was offered, recognizing the detail of the bottle, but was uncertain of what exactly was in the glass. It didn't take long for him to connect the dots; clearly, this wasn't tea. He took the glass, despite his best judgment, smelling the liquid cautiously before sipping it's contents, pausing only to let the ale sit on his tongue before swallowing it, feeling the burn down his throat. "I get undercover operations enough, preservation of the time period or not, to know when a little discretion is necessary. What I don't get was why me, and not like... someone who's trained in this sort of thing." There came a pause, eyes flickering from liquid to Myrkul. "As much as I'd like to say 'no I'm just here to tell you the ship's not dead in the water,' I'm not. I couldn't tell you what compelled me to trudge up to the Bridge, though. No one's kicked me out of Engineering this time around. I've got questions, but... I figured there'd be a more appropriate time to ask them -" He stopped himself, pointing at the drink. "Please tell me this is just aged Romulan Ale and I'm not about to have a drug trip." "Why you? The engineering aspect was key to ensuring power was restored. While I could bring replacement parts, they couldn't be found by just anyone. We don't know if any of the crew still work for Winter, he was not alone. Your record proves your loyalty, especially to your ship, and at no time would you have caused damage to it so your selection was beyond doubt." Sharr answered bluntly, "Though I am glad you came today, and if I told you it wasn't a drug trip, I doubt you'd believe me." He drank his ale and poured another one, in all of the centuries that passed he had always had one constant in his life, and it was this ale. He smiled gently at the slighter framed engineer before continuing, "But in all honesty, I cannot think of a better moment to ask those questions that are so clearly burning inside you, you have my undivided attention." Asahi seemed satisfied with the answer, or that was what he told himself. A slight frown came to his lips, as he took another sip from the drink. "I don't think I'd believe you if you weren't drinking it yourself," he admitted, adding with a small smirk. "Though, there is the thought of you just having a much higher tolerance to whatever this is had crossed my mind. I guess that does beg the question... when do you happen to be from? Just because my Starfleet history is pretty foggy doesn't mean I don't remember you from over five hundred years ago." Sharr chuckled a little at the statement, “It is true” he mused as he downed another glass, “five hundred years of drinking it neat does that to a person.” He topped up the glass casually and sat back in his chair, “To answer your question; both. I’ve lived through your time and into this one, though I’ve spent most of my time since the founding of New Khitomer and the signing of the Temporal Accords alone and out of the way of civilisation. It was nice and peaceful, a lovely retirement on a lost world until Admiral Danner pleaded with me to help them once again.” He gave a heavy sigh as he gazed through Asahi and took another drink, his thoughts returning to times long past and a peace he knew he’d never have again, “What else can I answer for you?” Asahi took in a breath, holding back the commentary he would have made upon discovering that Sharr was indeed as old as he thought. "There's something I'd never like to see happen to me, getting myself pulled out of a retirement." He fell silent for a long moment, thoughts jumbled in his sleep-deprived head, as he sipped at the beverage. The drink was loosening his nerves, and while he only had a few small laps, he could feel a slight buzz trickling. For the first time in a while, his mind was not preoccupied with engineering. "So, there's a chance that someone in the crew could still work for Winter, I take it, even though we've gotten him off the ship and ... well, who knows where at this point." “It isn’t as bad as you might think, getting recalled out of retirement.” He swirled the blue liquid in his glass while he patiently waited for Asahi to continue talking, it was important the crew felt they could open up in their own time, and not be forced into situations that made them uncomfortable. As the younger man commented about possible traitors through the ship Sharr looked up and gave a reassuring smile, “It is a possibility we cannot rule out, yes. Though I’ve not been able to find any, nor have any revealed themselves. While I’m cautious, I’m not concerned and I have trust in the Security teams onboard.” "Mm..." Asahi fell silent. There were questions that pattered about his mind, but none of them felt right to ask, or they all seemed out of place enough that he felt he needed more information. But the thought of another of the crew working for the former Captain did not settle well with the engineer, resulting in the next swig taken from his glass was much bigger. Even if Sharr felt more secure, Asahi simply didn't feel... right. "Is there anything else I can do to help? Other than make sure the ship runs, I mean. Don't get me wrong, as engineer, I know I'm doing something, but I feel like I could do more than just be the engineer. I feel like I should be able to help preserve the timestream somehow..." "You could speak to Commander Vovihl, she should be organising away teams to the surface shortly. She will have more information on these at the moment, her and that Masan fellow." "I think I meant..." Asahi trailed off, lips pressing together in a thin line, "... beyond the scope of the ship as well. But, I guess I should start somewhere. Also, that 'Masan' fellow's liable to get himself sucked out an airlock if he isn't careful. Investigating areas that are missing whole drives are closed off for good reason." "These things can happen to Security Chiefs" he mused, "though, beyond the scope of the ship?" "It can, but I'm kinda fond of the guy, or fond enough to not lose another department head." The engineer shook his head. "Yeah... I've been keeping ignorant of all this time and space stuff since I was dumped in three years ago, but with what's happened and with this assignment, I can't do that anymore. Sure, the Syd's been commissioned just to make sure we'll all make it out alright, but I've heard about ways to help out, but I was never sure whether they were real or not..." "You'll need to be specific, Asahi, there are many ways to support our current situation. From away team duties, to clean up assignments, to supporting out medical and counselling team in caring for those crew unfortunate enough to be caught in the wake of Winter's insanity and the list goes on and on, a bit like an old colleague when you mentioned legalese" Sharr waved his hand dismissively at the last part of his comment, "Don't be shy, I'd prefer people were direct and, pardon the pun, we don't really have the luxury of time." If someone else had spoken as he had it probably would have come off arrogant and demanding, but Sharr kept his tone sincere and his low tone usually provided a level of comfort to those around him, it was something he'd come to rather appreciate about himself, if little else. Asahi's eyes narrowed as he gave pause. He heard about a program while he was re-updating himself to the timeline, and while what he heard was sparse, it still chilled him. With Sharr's reappearance, it sparked those rumours that he had been keeping hidden under veils of denial. "What you do, or were doing I suppose. Aren't there officers, or agents I guess, out there who go around and preserve the timeline where a whole ship full of people can't? Yeah, I wanna help the ship where I can, but if there were more people on the ship trained to be one of those agents, wouldn't that just up our capabilities?" “Ah, the Agent Programme?” Sharr asked, sitting up slightly. It was rare that an individual volunteered for it, while it wasn’t a secret or hidden, it was a programme that kept the agents close as they could only transport a limited number of times without the protection of the ship before there were adverse effects on the agent, “Support the Away Teams and we will evaluate your performance, from there we will see if it is something you want to do and if it is, should we survive, we will put you through the training.” "Alright." Asahi leaned back, his first glass of suspicious Romulan Ale finished. "After I shake the buzz this is definitely giving me; I'll get myself right back to work." "Excellent, I'm glad we had this little talk. Make sure you get some sleep, we'll need you to be in full control of your faculties while on Earth, and remember, my door is always open. Top up?" Sharr offered to refill the Engineers glass, a wry and mischevious smile forcing its way through his stern and almost unreadable features. Asahi gave the liquid a frown. If he wasn't needed in Engineering, he wouldn't have given a second glass another thought. But he was, and though he knew full well it would take more than a replicated snack to get him back to top condition, he found himself hesitating. But the temptation was too great, and Asahi extended his glass. "I guess another glass can't hurt if I'm going to nap the first one off. Yes please." "Good" he poured the glass to the brim, "have you any other thoughts or questions, you know, while you have my attention?" "Probably more than I can wrap my head around right now," Asahi commented, watching the liquid swirl in the glass. "I mean, I definitely didn't expect myself to end up centuries from when I was born, sitting across the table from an Admiral I'd never thought I'd have the chance to meet. It's a lot to process." Having kept to himself for the past twenty-four hours, Asahi Kita felt a predictable nervousness as he approached the bridge. He had expected the formerly dubbed 'Fenton' was familiar to him, but he never suspected the man's standing in the fleet, nor did he expect the one person he might have met once in his whole Starfleet career. Maybe once. But he had seen pictures and heard tales of the man known as Myrkul Sharr. Tales of the El-Aurian Admiral had swept throughout the fleet so many times that not even Asahi was oblivious to them, but he would have expected the man to have retired by the year 3000, and Asahi certainly wouldn't have expected to work together with him. The sense of familiarity that rose upon such realizations sparked the flight of Asahi's desires to speak with Sharr further. He hadn't expected to stay long in this time period, expecting that once he served enough time that he would be able to return to the safety of the Viking and his pilot's chair, and had thus kept to himself for the better portion of three years. But keeping everyone at a distance was tough, even for Asahi, who made a point of it upon all his assignments. Asahi frowned as he realized the man in question was not in the captain's chair, turning his attention to the crewmen on the Bridge. "Okay guys, Admirals are difficult to hide when they're not undercover. Where'd you put him?" The young ensign at helm gave a start, whirling in her seat, wide-eyed at Asahi. With the bridge as quiet as it had been and everyone hard at work, no one seemed to have noticed the Chief Engineer strolling on in, though if Asahi could guess, she was probably put more off guard than his casual tone than his appearance. "... Sir?" "Admiral Sharr. Guardian. Whatever I'm supposed to call him, where is he?" A couple of the bridge crew raised their fingers toward the ready room. Asahi's gaze followed the collective pointing, taking in a breath, giving them all a wave of thanks as he approached the door, pressing the buzz button. The door opened as the buzzer was pressed, it would always open if the Admiral was not already with someone. He waved his hand in a friendly and welcoming manner so that the young officer would come in. "Sir, it's your Chief Engineer. I thought I'd uh... appraise you on what's going on." "Ah, Mr Kita, I was hoping you would come and see me, I think we have a fair bit to talk a bit about, do you not?" the man's voice was calm and reassuring, a deep voice that betrayed his still youthful exterior, "and please, don't call me 'sir' I find it keeps a cold and distant atmosphere which is not helpful in these kinds of circumstances. How are the repairs, and more importantly, how are you?" Asahi hesitated at how quickly he was addressed, but hustled himself in all the same, if only so the door could shut behind him. If he was going to blunder, it wasn't going to be in front of an audience. So naturally, the first words that come out of his mouth are, "We do... and I'll only stop calling you Sir if you stop calling me Mr. Kita." There was only a brief hesitation before he decided to rattle offhis update. "The repairs are as scheduled. Most of the power has been re-routed, and it shouldn't take long to get propulsion up and running so we can retrieve our Temporal Displacement Drive. Scanners have been finicky, but we've got a plan to find the drive without much issue. Everything else is running as smooth as can be, and we can be on our way to tracking Winters down in... forty-eight hours, max." When he realized he had little more to say on the matter of the ship itself, Asahi could feel his shoulders sag, the weight of his exhaustion setting in. Despite his posture's betrayal, his expression remained at neutral. "It's been a long past few days, but once we get the ship running and on our way, I'll be more prone to resting." "Understandable," Sharr said as he slowly rose to his feet, "your primary concern is your work, ensuring are repaired and working, but who makes sure you are fine and working?" He put his hand on Asahi's shoulder and lead him to the comfortable chairs, "I need to know you are looking after yourself too, it cannot be easy being from your century and being stuck in this one, little familiarity and, I suppose, concern about your own future. Though you must look after yourself, take some downtime and recharge your own batteries. I trust you'll be able to do this?" As Asahi was led along, he gave the comfortable seats a disdainful look, as if they were one giant warp core in disrepair. "At some point," he admitted vaguely, finally taking a seat and giving the wall behind Sharr a blank stare, pointedly not looking to the El-Aurian on fear that he'd give anything away through facial expression. And yet, something compelled him to speak up regardless. "I dunno if you're familiar with my service record, but I'm not exactly known for downtime in crisis situations. Or not in crisis situations. Sometimes not even during shore leave. Familiar or not, it's a new assignment, and until I can make the Syd more efficient than she already is, I don't exactly have plans to sit down." He added a small snort to the end of his sentence, then eyeing the Admiral. "My meeting with 'Fenton' was probably the most I've had a sit down since I arrived, not including meals and micronaps." "Ah, yes, I must apologise for not giving you all of the details when we first met. Even now there are rules to keep the timeline as pure as possible, but it was nice to take a moment, was it not?" The question was rhetorical and Sharr continued on, "Either way, I can say that this is not a critical moment, we will survive beyond this regardless. For now, though, my concern is the crew and their wellbeing." He walked back to his desk and poured the engineer a drink, a thick blue liquid out of a bottle that looked very similar to the one found on the Unicomplex not long ago, "Here, take this" he offered the glass back to him, it was clearly Romulan Ale but a darker blue than usual, "You came here for more than just a status report, no?" gently he sat down opposite his guest, not wanting to be over imposing. "... I don't know if I expected all the details," Asahi began, leaning an elbow against the table and rubbing his temples. His eyes were on the drink he was offered, recognizing the detail of the bottle, but was uncertain of what exactly was in the glass. It didn't take long for him to connect the dots; clearly, this wasn't tea. He took the glass, despite his best judgment, smelling the liquid cautiously before sipping it's contents, pausing only to let the ale sit on his tongue before swallowing it, feeling the burn down his throat. "I get undercover operations enough, preservation of the time period or not, to know when a little discretion is necessary. What I don't get was why me, and not like... someone who's trained in this sort of thing." There came a pause, eyes flickering from liquid to Myrkul. "As much as I'd like to say 'no I'm just here to tell you the ship's not dead in the water,' I'm not. I couldn't tell you what compelled me to trudge up to the Bridge, though. No one's kicked me out of Engineering this time around. I've got questions, but... I figured there'd be a more appropriate time to ask them -" He stopped himself, pointing at the drink. "Please tell me this is just aged Romulan Ale and I'm not about to have a drug trip." "Why you? The engineering aspect was key to ensuring power was restored. While I could bring replacement parts, they couldn't be found by just anyone. We don't know if any of the crew still work for Winter, he was not alone. Your record proves your loyalty, especially to your ship, and at no time would you have caused damage to it so your selection was beyond doubt." Sharr answered bluntly, "Though I am glad you came today, and if I told you it wasn't a drug trip, I doubt you'd believe me." He drank his ale and poured another one, in all of the centuries that passed he had always had one constant in his life, and it was this ale. He smiled gently at the slighter framed engineer before continuing, "But in all honesty, I cannot think of a better moment to ask those questions that are so clearly burning inside you, you have my undivided attention." Asahi seemed satisfied with the answer, or that was what he told himself. A slight frown came to his lips, as he took another sip from the drink. "I don't think I'd believe you if you weren't drinking it yourself," he admitted, adding with a small smirk. "Though, there is the thought of you just having a much higher tolerance to whatever this is had crossed my mind. I guess that does beg the question... when do you happen to be from? Just because my Starfleet history is pretty foggy doesn't mean I don't remember you from over five hundred years ago." Sharr chuckled a little at the statement, “It is true” he mused as he downed another glass, “five hundred years of drinking it neat does that to a person.” He topped up the glass casually and sat back in his chair, “To answer your question; both. I’ve lived through your time and into this one, though I’ve spent most of my time since the founding of New Khitomer and the signing of the Temporal Accords alone and out of the way of civilisation. It was nice and peaceful, a lovely retirement on a lost world until Admiral Danner pleaded with me to help them once again.” He gave a heavy sigh as he gazed through Asahi and took another drink, his thoughts returning to times long past and a peace he knew he’d never have again, “What else can I answer for you?” Asahi took in a breath, holding back the commentary he would have made upon discovering that Sharr was indeed as old as he thought. "There's something I'd never like to see happen to me, getting myself pulled out of a retirement." He fell silent for a long moment, thoughts jumbled in his sleep-deprived head, as he sipped at the beverage. The drink was loosening his nerves, and while he only had a few small laps, he could feel a slight buzz trickling. For the first time in a while, his mind was not preoccupied with engineering. "So, there's a chance that someone in the crew could still work for Winter, I take it, even though we've gotten him off the ship and ... well, who knows where at this point." “It isn’t as bad as you might think, getting recalled out of retirement.” He swirled the blue liquid in his glass while he patiently waited for Asahi to continue talking, it was important the crew felt they could open up in their own time, and not be forced into situations that made them uncomfortable. As the younger man commented about possible traitors through the ship Sharr looked up and gave a reassuring smile, “It is a possibility we cannot rule out, yes. Though I’ve not been able to find any, nor have any revealed themselves. While I’m cautious, I’m not concerned and I have trust in the Security teams onboard.” "Mm..." Asahi fell silent. There were questions that pattered about his mind, but none of them felt right to ask, or they all seemed out of place enough that he felt he needed more information. But the thought of another of the crew working for the former Captain did not settle well with the engineer, resulting in the next swig taken from his glass was much bigger. Even if Sharr felt more secure, Asahi simply didn't feel... right. "Is there anything else I can do to help? Other than make sure the ship runs, I mean. Don't get me wrong, as engineer, I know I'm doing something, but I feel like I could do more than just be the engineer. I feel like I should be able to help preserve the timestream somehow..." "You could speak to Commander Vovihl, she should be organising away teams to the surface shortly. She will have more information on these at the moment, her and that Masan fellow." "I think I meant..." Asahi trailed off, lips pressing together in a thin line, "... beyond the scope of the ship as well. But, I guess I should start somewhere. Also, that 'Masan' fellow's liable to get himself sucked out an airlock if he isn't careful. Investigating areas that are missing whole drives are closed off for good reason." "These things can happen to Security Chiefs" he mused, "though, beyond the scope of the ship?" "It can, but I'm kinda fond of the guy, or fond enough to not lose another department head." The engineer shook his head. "Yeah... I've been keeping ignorant of all this time and space stuff since I was dumped in three years ago, but with what's happened and with this assignment, I can't do that anymore. Sure, the Syd's been commissioned just to make sure we'll all make it out alright, but I've heard about ways to help out, but I was never sure whether they were real or not..." "You'll need to be specific, Asahi, there are many ways to support our current situation. From away team duties, to clean up assignments, to supporting out medical and counselling team in caring for those crew unfortunate enough to be caught in the wake of Winter's insanity and the list goes on and on, a bit like an old colleague when you mentioned legalese" Sharr waved his hand dismissively at the last part of his comment, "Don't be shy, I'd prefer people were direct and, pardon the pun, we don't really have the luxury of time." If someone else had spoken as he had it probably would have come off arrogant and demanding, but Sharr kept his tone sincere and his low tone usually provided a level of comfort to those around him, it was something he'd come to rather appreciate about himself, if little else. Asahi's eyes narrowed as he gave pause. He heard about a program while he was re-updating himself to the timeline, and while what he heard was sparse, it still chilled him. With Sharr's reappearance, it sparked those rumours that he had been keeping hidden under veils of denial. "What you do, or were doing I suppose. Aren't there officers, or agents I guess, out there who go around and preserve the timeline where a whole ship full of people can't? Yeah, I wanna help the ship where I can, but if there were more people on the ship trained to be one of those agents, wouldn't that just up our capabilities?" “Ah, the Agent Programme?” Sharr asked, sitting up slightly. It was rare that an individual volunteered for it, while it wasn’t a secret or hidden, it was a programme that kept the agents close as they could only transport a limited number of times without the protection of the ship before there were adverse effects on the agent, “Support the Away Teams and we will evaluate your performance, from there we will see if it is something you want to do and if it is, should we survive, we will put you through the training.” "Alright." Asahi leaned back, his first glass of suspicious Romulan Ale finished. "After I shake the buzz this is definitely giving me; I'll get myself right back to work." "Excellent, I'm glad we had this little talk. Make sure you get some sleep, we'll need you to be in full control of your faculties while on Earth, and remember, my door is always open. Top up?" Sharr offered to refill the Engineers glass, a wry and mischevious smile forcing its way through his stern and almost unreadable features. Asahi gave the liquid a frown. If he wasn't needed in Engineering, he wouldn't have given a second glass another thought. But he was, and though he knew full well it would take more than a replicated snack to get him back to top condition, he found himself hesitating. But the temptation was too great, and Asahi extended his glass. "I guess another glass can't hurt if I'm going to nap the first one off. Yes please." "Good" he poured the glass to the brim, "have you any other thoughts or questions, you know, while you have my attention?" "Probably more than I can wrap my head around right now," Asahi commented, watching the liquid swirl in the glass. "I mean, I definitely didn't expect myself to end up centuries from when I was born, sitting across the table from an Admiral I'd never thought I'd have the chance to meet. It's a lot to process." "I certainly understand that, being displaced from your natural time can be uncomfortable at best, scary in the good times. From all of my experiences, my advice to you would be to enjoy it all, learn from everything and use that to adapt to every situation. It is what I have had to do countless times." "Enjoy it, huh... Something to take note of." Asahi took pause, giving his glass one last look before draining the remainder of its contents. "Thank you for your time, and I'd talk your ear off more, especially about those experiences, but I need to ah... contemplate... this one." He stood from the seat, careful not to wobble all over as he took a few strides to the door. "Guess I'm definitely resting now, huh?"
  13. Name: Jerimiah Morgan Isaacs Gender: Male Species: Human Age & Date of Birth: December 25 2337 (57 Years Old) Place of Birth: Memphis Tennessee, USA, Earth Physical Appearance: Hair Colour Black (Graying) Eye Colour Dark Brown Skin Colour Brown Height 6'2" Weight 210 lbs Build Average but strong Sexuality Heterosexual Physical Description: Jeremiah is tall with an average build. He has salt and pepper hair with a neatly trimmed salt and pepper goatee. Although it is more salt then pepper these days. He is known for a deep, smooth voice. He has a few scars on his face as well from non cancerous growth marks on his face. He is fit for a man of his age, and quite skilled as a boxer. Much like a Vulcan he has a tendency to think long before he speaks. Demeanor He is very even tempered, and views every situation with a scientific mind. That is to say evaluation of facts/evidence before action. However, when warranted he can have a violent temper. He has been know to live by the adage for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. To his friends and those that have earned it he is ultimately loyal. Family Spouse Shania Isaacs (divorced) Children Thomas Isaacs (son/first born) Shiloh Isaacs (daughter) Family Father - Morgan Porterfield Isaacs Mother - Mayme Edna Isaacs Brother(s) - Robert Isaacs (older) - Imprisoned at the Federation Penal Colony of New Zealand Sister(s) - Nichelle LaTouche (nee Isaacs) (older) - Married living in San Francisco Earth. Amanda Isaacs (younger) - Lieutenant Commander, Chief Science Officer, USS Tudor Personality and Traits Strengths & Weaknesses Strengths - + Imposing Demeanor + Level Headed + Egalitarian Weaknesses - - Unwavering - Single Minded - Self Loathing Ambitions His ambition prior to service in Timefleet was to serve the Federation to the best of his ability and to build a future with Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations. However, now it is to use his scientific gifts to secure the timeline for his children and grandchildren. Hobbies & Interests Reading ancient scientific texts Horseback Rides Plays Poker Plays Kalto Recites Shakespeare Performs experiments for fun Languages Federation Standard, French, Spanish, Klingon, Vulcan, Ferengi Personal History Jerimiah was born on Earth in Memphis TN. He lived there happily with his family until the year 2355 when he decided to join Starfleet against his parents wishes. What made it worse was that he enlisted as opposed to going to the Academy. For reasons unknown Jerimiah had it in his head that enlisted was more interesting than officer. Throughout his childhood he had excelled in the sciences and Starfleet was no different. His first assignment was to the USS Sutherland in the Science Department. It is during this time the Jerimiah's interest in time travel was sparked. From this point on he would always find time travel and paradoxes to be a rather intriguing. Over the course of the next ten years Jerimiah was promoted rather quickly due to his intellect and readiness to assist whenever asked. He used his Scientific know how to explore and research. In many ways he was a model Starfleet crewman on track for officer. However, something was missing from his life. His love for time and the timeline. He decided that he needed to know more then what basic training had taught him. So he enrolled in Starfleet Academy. Jerimiah graduated in the top quarter of his class he majored in Quantum Physics, and minored in Quantum Theory. He was assigned as a Science Officer and Astrometrics Officer to the USS Bismark. It was here that he met his wife and the two would become inseparable. The fleet even allowed them to transfer from assignment to assignment. After five years on the Bismark Jerimiah now a Junior Grade Lieutenant was transferred to the USS Tomahawk as the Assistant Chief Science Officer. While on the Tomahawk, Jerimiah finally got one of his wishes. The ship was pushed into an anomaly and sent into the mirror universe. It was here that Jerimiah put a lot of his theories to the test and assisted in getting the ship home. He was promoted to full Lieutenant for his efforts. Unfortunately Jerimiah lost his mentor and friend Thomas Gately the Chief Science Officer. Isaacs become his friend’s replacement. Over the next few years Jerimiah became obsessed with time, his obsession led to his divorce and his resignation from Starfleet to pursue a career at the Department of Temporal Investigations. He worked for the DTI for about ten years rising through the ranks to Senior Agent. There were rumors that he could have been the Deputy Director and the Director, but he did not play the political game well. In fact Jerimiah felt that politics had no place in time travel. His obsession with maintaining the timeline, and time caused him to lose his wife, and his kids. She just could not take the loneliness anymore. In 2394 Jerimiah was on mission with the DTI Thucydides. They were investigating a Borg time incursion into interference with the creation of warp technology. The USS Enterprise was able to put a stop to the incursion. However, the Enterprise caused some minor time ripples. It was during this mission that Jerimiah became the victim of a transporter accident. Official Starfleet records record him as deceased. However, he rematerialized in the year 3096 and it seemed that the Federation Timefleet was recruiting him. His work with the DTI combined with his scientific knowledge has made him a prime candidate. After a brief brush up on the history and advances in sciences that he missed. He was commissioned into the Timefleet as a Lieutenant and Chief Science Officer for the USS Clepsydra. Starfleet Service Record 2355 - Isaacs enlists in starfleet as a Crewman Recruit Assigned to the USS Sutherland in the Science Department 2356 - Promoted to Crewman Apprentice 2357 - Promoted to Crewman 2359 - Promoted to Petty Officer 3rd Class transferred to USS Cereberus as Physicist 2361 - Promoted to Petty Officer 2nd Class 2362 - Promoted to Petty Officer 1st Class 2364 - Promoted to Chief Petty Officer USS Roosevelt as Astrometrics Officer 2365 - 2369 - Starfleet Academy Officer Training 2370 - 2375 - Ensign Science Officer/Astrometrics Officer USS Bismark 2375 - Promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade transferrred to USS Tomahawk Assistant Chief Science Officer 2379 - Promoted to Lieutenant and Chief Science Officer USS Tomahawk 2383 - Resigns Starfleet and takes a position with the Department of Temporal Investigations as an Time Operative 2394 - Killed in transporter accident while orbiting Earth 3096 - Takes a one year brush up course in Science and History 3097 - Assigned as Chief Science Officer USS Clepsydra
  14. Asahi Kita

    Mission 3: Welcome to the Future!

    Location: Main Engineering Time: MD2 09:00 Authors: Lialli Fenruse and Asahi Kita Lialli stood just to the side of the Engineering huddle and just watched the group talking before they broke away to whatever duties they had been told to attend to. The blonde walked over to the other blonde and smiled patiently. “Can I please have my toy back Sir?” She had given him 24hours but now she was fed up with waiting and wanted the device back to get back to her job as historian instead of dogsbody. In that time, Asahi had completely forgotten he had taken any sort of isochip, the one that was vital to Lialli's information gathering. It had sat in his pocket, with Asahi not remembering it's origins until this point. He had more to worry about than someone trying to short themselves out, but she didn't need to know any of that. "... Depends, you gonna make sure nothing unsafe happens while you're using it?" Lialli wanted to say that she had planned to the first time but she held her tongue and nodded. "Yes, sir... of course. This research is much needed on the items discovered in the unimatrix and our current time frame." She said not looking at happy as she had the last time he had seen her. "Alright, good." Asahi sniffed, rummaging through his pockets to hand Lialli the chip. Once he had done so, he looked back to the console he was calibrating upon. "Get to that researching, then." "I meant what I said about my mum teaching me how to install chips before I was able to walk Sir. A starship is an amazing place to grow up on." Lialli commented on with a grin before turning sad as she thought about the fact she would never ever see her family again. Asahi waved his hand over his shoulder. Regardless of her lineage, or even how far down the line she went, he had no intention of getting chummy with many of the crew, not when there was time and space to be patching up. "Doesn't mean we're all suddenly engineers, kid. Especially if you're displaced. Just be careful." "Kid..." The woman scoffed and shook her head at how rude the man was being when she was only trying to make conversation with someone new. It was nice to talk something different than the usual ship talk. "Oh I know I am not an Engineer Sir but I do know things if you needed help." She pointed out taking the hint he truly didn't want to talk. "I don't." Asahi said plainly, making a point of facing the console he found himself working at. "We don't. I just need people to focus on their tasks so we can get through this. Let the Engineers do the Engineer thing." Lialli said nothing. She wasn't going to argue with a superior officer even if he was just being plain stubborn. She couldn't force him to let her help even if she wanted to. "As you wish Sir." She said cooly and turned to leave now with her prize.
  15. Asahi Kita

    Mission 3: Welcome to the Future!

    Location: Main Engineering Time: MD 01 Authors: Asahi Kita, Ophelia Veko, Aleksandr Ilyich [NPC] Asahi had completed his huddle with the Engineering staff, as well as those who had volunteered to help, dispersing them all with a wave of his hand. He had yet to tell any of his crew what had occurred mere hours ago, with Captain Keegan's big traitorous reveal, but it was difficult to miss the chip on his shoulder about the events.  His current focus lay upon the console they were utilizing as a makeshift table, with which he had a PaDD displaying intermittent scanner readings. There were days he was thankful he had enough patience to obtain training in navigations and shuttle piloting. "The external scanners are still in repair, but I think we can manage to figure out where exactly in the Void our Temporal Displacement Drive is, or at least get close enough we can reel it in. Thoughts on that?" Ophelia entered Engineering and saw the chief engineer standing in the middle of a huddle of his staff. She smiled, Engineers were a tough breed who were always willing to do there work. Although they were the only people she had ever met that loved their jobs to the point where they resented having to do them. She approached the group and loudly cleared her throat, "How is it looking?" Ensign Aleksandr Ilyich looked up from the huddle as the Intelligence Chief came over to the group and butted in. "Uh oh." He whispered to the older man next to him who just smirked thinking the same thing. The look on Asahi's face fell just short of incredulous as he fixed his gaze on Ophelia. There was a level of respect he had for the Intelligence Chief, but he had yet to determine exactly how much. "Well, the power's on, we're not going to lose life support, and our scanners are at least... working." He rattled off the situation quickly, before gesturing toward the PaDD. "Issue is, we have little idea where our missing Temporal drive is and the scanners are acting like first year Academy students trying to theorize senior level biochemistry concepts. I can get the right answers, but only if I ask the right questions. Got any ideas?" Ophelia briefly made eye contact with the smirking officers. Her expression telling them where to stuff their opinions of her. She turned her focus to Kita, smiling pleasantly, "It has been some time since I've gotten my hands dirty in Engineering, what seems to be the problem with the scanners? Other than just not working." It was Asahi who narrowed his gaze, pressing his lips together into a thin line, who's opinion of Ophelia wavered. Intelligence was such an odd department for him to be working with, but there were expectations he had for those who wanted to work with him. "The scanners are having a hard time booting up. Some of the isolinears were bumped in the explosions, so they'll need replacing. But in order to replace them, we have to take them down for at least twelve hours, which delays our ability to search for the drive and thus, for our overall goal. So I'm not keen on doing that. Ensign Ilyich here's got the plans for a quick switchover once we've got our drive back and we're ready to go, but before that, frizzled scanners. We're just going to have to deal with it." "If they are in such bad shape then don't use our scanners" Said Ophelia, "We have a pair of perfectly intact shuttles don't we? Their scanners should be able to locate and recover the drive without too much trouble." Asahi looked to Ensign Ilyich for a short moment, as if trying to determine whether he was hearing this right. Stressed as they all may have been, the last thing he needed was to hallucinate. Maybe the alcohol Sharr gave him was more potent than he thought. Ilyich stared back at the older Engineer and shrugged a little. He wasn't getting involved in the politics on this ship, he just wanted to fix the mess to get somewhere better. "... Because we're in the Void," Asahi finally said, slowly. "We've been in the Void this whole time, Lieutenant. We've got the right armor for whatever is in the Void in the Clepsydra, but the shuttles aren't meant for that, and I'm not risking another life when the scanners are working just enough for us to use them. There's no telling what will happen if we send a shuttle out." Ophelia shrugged "It was just a suggestion, perhaps we could have modified the shuttles to survive the void, but if you have a better idea then I am all ears" "The scanners are intermittently working, just not at full capacity, so we'll just have to make I work," the engineer continued, "I was thinking we get propulsion up and then we use it like one of those old timey radars." "Radar" Ophelia mused for several seconds, "That could work, we use the engines to produce a pulse and see where it bounces back." She smiled as her mind raced, "So is propulsion working? Because your plan does kind of hinge on us having it up and running." "Tell me something I don't know," Asahi snorted, turning to the gathered staff. "Someone was working on propulsion pretty heavily, so I assume by this point we've got it going, right?" The Engineer next to the Chief pulled out a PaDD and brought up the work schedule. "Another hour or so and we should have it working. The ship will be less drifting." The Russain assured with a smirk as he looked away again. He couldn't hide one single emotion even if he tried. Ophelia nodded, frowning slightly as the man informed them of the status of the drive. The amusement emanating from him was very strong, and Ophelia was unsure what he was finding so amusing. "That is good, is there any way that I could help speed that hour along?" Asahi looked up from the PaDD he was given, eyes resting upon Ophelia, with the left one twitching ever so slightly. As much as the Intelligence Chief was trying to help, Asahi's temper was quickly getting the best of him. Through a level tone, he responded. "Just help Ensign Ilyich over here get the work done. We might want to catch up to our saboteur, but I don't want the ship breaking in the process and having us in a worse situation, so I'm not going to push the limits of repair time anymore than I have to." "Very well" Ophelia turned to the ensign "I'll let you lead this, you undoubtedly have more experience in this field than I do." Looking between the settled help, Asahi made a gesture. "You've got your tasks. I'm going to work with navigation to see if they can make better use of our makeshift radar." Ophelia nodded and gestured to Ensign Ilyich, "By your lead ensign."
  16. "Time is the great equalizer..."

  17. Ame Vovihl

    Mission 3: Welcome to the Future!

    Location: Corridor Time: MD1 Authors: Ame Vovihl & Masan Rasheen Ame stopped as she heard someone following her down the corridor and turned to look as to who was following her in this area of the ship. She shook her head as she saw that it was the Security Chief having caught up with her after the meeting with the new Captain. She was angry and it was all consuming right then and there but she knew he was one of the few people who didn't deserve that anger. She just wanted a few minutes to calm down somewhere where no one would even consider going or looking for her. “What do you want?” She snapped trying to sound a lot less angry than she felt but it was impossible. He could feel the anger pouring out of her, you didn't need to be an empath to notice. He had noted that she often displayed a neutral, cold demeanour so any change in that often was noticed quite easily. Masan would liked to have thought he had gotten to know her a bit over the course of the last few days, the little slice of disaster they had been through. He liked her, she reminded him of someone he once knew many lifetimes ago and was the reason in fact that he wasn't as standoff-ish as he usually was. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't do anything daft luv. You stormed outta there like a whirlwind." Masan replied trying to ignore the heat in her words. "What could I do on a broken time ship?" She demanded turning properly to look at him. He towered over her easily despite her height as she came closer. "Dent a bulkhead? Hurt the feelings of a lowly crewman?" he half-joked as she entered prime punching zone. They do say don't mess with angry women but Masan was always a glutton for punishment. "Could also hurt yourself... take your anger out on you because somehow you think you're to blame for this. That you should have seen this coming. I would use the Earth saying of 'You're only Human.', no-one can see it all Ame." "I should have seen it a lot sooner. I saw hints of it but just brushed it off." She said looking at him with a strange smile on his face. "What are you doing?" "Trying to turn the Trill frown upside down?" he replied with a cheeky grin. The Trill in question looked him up and down and shook her head. "Don't play cheeky." She said turning away carrying on down the corridor to her quarters. Masan quickly shot after her and grabbed her arm gently. "I'm not Commander, really. I have seen this eat people alive and you have done nothing wrong. As security chief, if there was anyone that should have noticed signs and symptoms of Winter then it should have been myself. I don't beat myself up about it as it doesn't get me anywhere. Focus on what you can do to make sure it doesn't happen again, on how we can stop the SOB." Ame was taken aback by the hand suddenly on her arm stopping her in her tracks. She glanced down at his hand, it was like warm steel on her arm refusing to let her just walk off and sulk. "No... I saw the signs... I saw it all when I checked him over after he knocked himself out and I did nothing." She whispered as a crewman came along and looked at them oddly. "Then learn from it, or focus your anger on something productive... I can think of a good stress reliever," he said once again smirking a little to try and perk her up. "I am learning from it and I will make Winter pay." She promised looking up at him again seeing him smirk as the Crewman passed. "We need to get out of this corridor." She said trying to shake his hand from her arm. "Find a more private corridor? Comfortable spot?" he asked. "Only because I don't want the crew to see me slap you." She said looking at him as she finally freed her arm from his grip and walked off down the corridor to her quarters going inside. Following her inside he replied, "How did you know I like a bit of rough and tumble in my women?". He could tell she was still a bit angry and in truth, he liked that. It often released more passion in the right circumstances. As the door closed Ame looked at the man and walked over to him for a moment looking like she was unsure if she wanted to slap him or not. She stared up at him before her expression softened and she lent up caressing his cheek. "You're not even funny... don't smirk at me." She said finding herself smiling.
  18. Masan Rasheen

    Mission 3: Welcome to the Future!

    Location: Quarters Time: MD05 06:00 Authors: Masan Rasheen He thought. The very idea of going back to Earth after all these years and not seeing a utopian world did make him feel odd, and a pang of sadness in his otherwise cold heart. He had seen Earth grow over the centuries and to now think it was going to end up differently than how he remembered it, how he wanted it to be didn’t sit right with him. He landed on Earth in 2006 in Scotland, an unassuming man looking for work amongst people who looked and acted very much like himself. As he had decided this was the place he’d lay roots, at least for a while, he self-destructed his vessel and made in final. Earth was to be his new home. The Earth he knew was somewhat on a self-destruct mode itself with global warming and many warring nations’. It was quaint as he was normally used to the utopian world of El-Auria so in a way this was a nice developing world for him to settle on too. For many years he did the manual jobs that would keep him out of the eye of Earth’s ‘Big Brother’. People often questioned his name, ‘Masan, is that European?’ he was often asked. For 20 odd years it was all going fine until more warring nation took a larger step and a global war began, slightly repetitive this world. He had read about WW2 and WW1, but this type of devastation would define the planet as a whole. In 2029 Masan was recruited into the British Army as they had lost a lot of their own forces and he fought with them for 24 years until the war finally came to its conclusion and he hung up his boots as a Sergeant. The world in pieces and he was one of many whom tried to pick up them up in Scotland before eventually migrating to the US in 2061, a decision he didn’t make lightly. To see Earth now, in 1942, the Allied Forces losing a war they’d won oh so long ago filled him with anger but for one he did think that this would alter World War 3. Would it prevent it? He didn’t know but surely knowing how Earth progresses from the original history was enough for him to make sure he didn’t have to find out the alternative.
  19. Ame Vovihl

    Mission 3: Welcome to the Future!

    Location: Deck 5 - Science Time: MD1 Authors: Lialli Fenruse and Asahi Kita The corridor was dark but people were rushing back and forth trying to get to there much-needed destinations. A new urgency was racing through the ship after what had happened on the Bridge. A scientist ran barging past the Chief Engineer urgent to get somewhere quickly. The man glanced over his shoulder and shook his head in apology, he didn't mean to knock anyone especially the Chief Engineer. “Sorry, Sir… Fenruse… Fenruse wait up.” The man called to a blonde much further down the corridor. Asahi's hand shot out before the rest of his brain caught up with him, grabbing the scientist's arm. Had he heard that right? With all that had been going on, and what he had just discovered about good old 'Fenton,' it should have come to no surprise that the engineer would be hearing other, familiar sounding names. And yet here he was, surprised. But it couldn't be who he thought it was, or she would have ended up in Engineering right next to him. As hopeful as he may have been to see a familiar face, there was enough doubt that held his excitement back. "What are you doing running down the hall like that?" He chided, eyeing the scientist. "You know that's a safety hazard. At least announce yourself before you run... and who are you after that you need to run so fast?" "Sorry, Sir. I am trying to catch up to my... the Ensign down there is waiting for me with this." The Ensign repeated as he pointed out a woman that was working silently at a conduit. Asahi's eyes narrowed. "Ensign who? You all have names. If I start calling you all Ensign, I'll have at least four people piping up with a combination of 'what' and 'Yessir.' Ugh."  "Fenruse... Lialli Fenruse." The man said automatically looking down at the Chief Engineer confused as to what the problem was.  "RIght." Asahi gestured toward the woman, who was at this point was far enough away that a conversation didn't seem an issue. "Of course it is. What time is she from?"  "Errrr 2417 I think... she was only just out of the Academy when she was brought forward." The man said watching as she turned around watching them both stood there. "Can I help you, Sir?" Lialli wondered seeing the older man stood there.  "Yeah," Asahi let go of the 'other ensign's arm, eyes narrowing, "Keep this one from running so quickly, or he's going to end up flying right into a bulkhead and then someone'll have to take him to Medical - and I'll be stuck with the paperwork, trying to explain why the floors aren't slippery, people just need to watch where they're going." "Of course Sir." The woman said with a bright smile at the older men. "Come on Mcspeedy. We have to get this line working to try and get a connection to the historical data." Asahi's frown deepened. The cheery disposition seemed all too familiar, a fact that he couldn't ignore. "What historical data?" The woman was taken a back by the frown. She didn’t know this man apart from him being the Chief Engineer. “I’m trying to get the research lab back online so we can see where things have changed. Databank has lost connection here and I didn’t want to bother Engineering. It is quite a simple change over, I was doing them before I could walk according to my mother.” She said holding up the device she wanted to change. "Well, it'll take a bit to get the power up there, whether Engineering's bothered or not." Asahi eyed the device as if to see if it held something he would recognize. It did not. "Shouldn't take too long though, just... don't short anything out." ”I only need enough power to power a display. I don’t care for lighting.” She said turning back to the opening as the Male Ensign stood there looking a little lost. Lialli ducked inside the opening and started to change things over. "You need power for the display," Asahi repeated, brushing McSpeedy off to the side and stepping closer. "And then one to access the history databanks which, if they have to scan for current events of wherever they are, will need partial particle power, which we most likely will need a currently missing drive for." He leaned against the nearby console, waiting for her to emerge again. "Then again, all I know is how to reroute power to systems to make sure they work and not blow up in your face." The woman eventually came back out and looked at the man who she had heard talking the whole time she had, had her head in the system. "Do you normally talk when people can't hear you properly Sir?" Alli wondered with a grin as she watched him leant casually against the console she would need in a moment. "..." Asahi's face settled into a scowl as he leaned down, reaching into the system, and pulling out a blue and green isolinear chip, before pocketing it and righting himself. His next words were a level tone. "You'll get this back in twelve hours, once the power is aligned properly." "No... Sir... What..." Alli's face dropped into a taken aback expression as he took the chips from her without another word. She needed to get a console online to be able to start her search. Without another word, Asahi turned on his heel, returning to his migration back to Engineering. "What was that about?" McSpeedy asked as he watched Fenruse watching the Engineer retreat down the corridor without another word. He had never seen that hurt and surprised expression on her face before in the last two years of training and working together. "I have no idea but I will be finding out Thorsten." The Historian said with a determined look on her pretty face. No one stopped her working without a proper explanation when she had everything settled and done it properly.
  20. Myrkul Sharr

    Takeover

    "Admiral's Log, no idea what Stardate it currently is, and frankly, nor do I care. I've usurped the traitor, Winter, from his position as Commanding Officer of the Clepsydra and he's fled to another time, 1942. This is not the first time I've recorded this log so you will permit me some leniency in the details. It started when the man was young, recruited by a terrorist cell as they polluted his view on the current affairs of the galactic stage. So far we have been unsuccessful in identifying who these individuals are and we encounter continued resistance for joint intelligence gathering with the other galactic powers. To this I tell them that their actions are their own and when they fall, and they will, it will be their own idleness that causes it. Fools. Winter has gone to 1942 Germany, part of the Third-Reich to be precise. This is a critical era for Earth's history and should this regime succeed in dominating the planet then the ripples in time will not be able to be contained as they will flood this time stream like a tsunami over a small island. Projections show that should the Third-Reich gain complete dominance over Earth then the Empire it will create will spread out though the galaxy centuries earlier than it should and no power will be able to stop them. Their aggressive nature and ingenuity is noteworthy but they would be a place out of time, again. As always, the crew are lovely. They've always been receptive of me, regardless of how I have handled Winter in previous incursions. Problem is that this is the last one we can try before we completely destroy the fabric of this reality. I've already enlisted the help of the Chief Engineer, Asahi Kita, a young officer that was brought here from the U.S.S. Viking during the 24th century. I find that having key personnel on side has given us the best advantage, and it doesn't hurt that the crew are willing to do all they can to find this bastard. I have informed the Crew that my door is always open to them and they can come to talk to me about anything they wish, be it about the current situation or if they just want someone to listen to their concerns. My problem, however, is that the Iconian Gateway device that I used to transport us to Earth in 1942 is fried, and it was my only one. Even if I enlisted the help of the Clepsydra crew, it would take me months to excavate the parts and modify the technology to work on time travel as well as it does through space. Let's hope this last attempt is successful. End Log."
  21. Sar'mari

    Discussion: Mission 3: Welcome to the Future

    Thank you sir.
  22. Myrkul Sharr

    Discussion: Mission 3: Welcome to the Future

    It's good to have you. I'm aware of the issues with font colour and I'll get it fixed, soon I hope.
  23. Sar'mari

    Discussion: Mission 3: Welcome to the Future

    Hay shar. Good to be back on one of your ships! I did notice something about the 1942 theme. if I click on my profile menu The black menu that shows up is extremely hard to read because of the shade of grey the text is in. When you try to select one of the options the grey on grey makes it even harder. Other than having to relearn how to use this format this site lookes amazing.
  24. Name: Sar’Mari Bri’oti Dosdo’ Vol’doli Fov’damo Gender: Female Species: Azzian Age & Date of Birth: 61, April 17, 3036 Place of Birth: Azzia Physical Appearance: Height: 1.52 meters Weight: 57.15 Hair Color:Dark walnut brown with lighter highlights. Eye Color: Pale Lavender grey with almost white speckled highlights and black ringing the outer edge. Skin color: Dark Almond Sexuality: Bisexual Physical Description: Sar’Mari is a woman with a sleek hourglass figure that she is quite proud of. Her eyes are somewhat chamelic in that they tend to pick up colors from her wardrobe from light lavender to silver grey and ice blue or even a hint of mint green. The woman’s heart shaped face with high cheekbones is graced by cupid’s bow shaped lips and captivating pale eyes. Her dark hair is often kept in a tight bun while on duty but off she will often allows her long locks to fall in long, loose, natural curls. Although in her eighties she looks as if she could be just out of the Academy. Demeanor Pleasant to those around her but comes across as overly serious. Sar’Mari is reserved in both her professional and personal life but does make an effort to be more social than she would normally be. Family Spouse: None Children: None Father: Div’omi Kit’alko Vol’doli Mother: har’kish Loti’ Hor’kik Vol’doli Brother(s): None Sister(s): Note these are all half sisters sharing the same father but different mothers. Avi’lok Hasiv’ Vil’doli (older by two years) Bav’ori Giv’et Vol’doli (younger by one year) Other Family: Numerous Aunts, Uncles and Cousins most of which she doesn’t really know. Personality and Traits General Overview Mari, as she is known by her friends, is a product of both nature and nurture. Growing up in a loving family on Azzia and in the shadow of a temple a career in Starfleet didn’t seem like a plausible career path. Having been born to a deeply religious family She planned to follow directly in the path of her birth mother and the other women her father was bonded to and become a priestess. With the early onset of her telepathic abilities at age eight it was hoped that she would be extremely gifted in this area. Although she did learn to train others in this regard her skill never reached the heights that many had hoped. Mari did become a priestess and served as such both in a colony and a starship but chose after working closely with Starfleet personnel to attend the Academy and become a counselor. Being a follower of Kov’dalosi, the religion of the Azzians that involves the worship of time, she has learned to be thoughtful and cautious in her words and conduct. This often makes her appear aloof and unapproachable. She is learning now to be open up and be more of herself, unrestricted by tradition and expectations. Strengths and Weaknesses Strengths: Highly Trained Telepathic Dedicated Detail Oriented Sharp mind Compassionate Weaknesses: Impatient Overachiever Self Critical Proud Ambitions Sar’Mari dreams of having her own ship someday to captain and travel through time and space as her ancient ancestors allegedly had done without rival. She hopes to make her parents proud with her contributions but it doesn’t seem likely. Hobbies and Interests Temporal Mechanics: Though her take on Temporal mechanics is a bit different than others might be do to her religion she does enjoy reading about and learning what scientists are discovering. Kov’dalosi: This is the primary religion of the Azzians. It involves the worship of time and dimensions. Kas’ dali: Similar to Yoga, Kas’dali is an excellent form of exercise to encourage agility, flexibility and muscle tone. Meditation: As part of her religion she practices meditation on a daily basis and has a “guide” which she is reluctant to talk about with others. Ka’hafery: This is a form of martial arts which has its origin in the temples of her religion and is still practiced by the monks and priests as a physical discipline. Music: Sar’Mari enjoys playing the Lav’ora, a six string Azzian Violin. Languages Azzian, Federation Common, Vulcan, Betazoid Personal History Sar’Mari Bri’oti Dosdo’ Vol’doli Fov’damo was born in the Tora’ Gong Province where her father and his bonded women lived. She was the second child born to the family and wouldn’t be the last. Born on Has’doka, a holy day in the Kov’dalosi religion and on temple grounds at the Kov’aliki temple of the Divine Moment. This was April 17th on the Earth Calendar not that it mattered much to her parents. Her Somi’ doki, or birth mother, along with the other women bonded to her father all were held the position priestess at the temple. Her father, Div’omi Kit’alko Vol’doli was in charge of operations for the temple grounds. She was the second sibling born and her older sister, Avi’lok, was overjoyed to have a sister. Though she had really wanted a brother at first once Sar’Mari was born the disappointment vanished quickly. Two years later another sister, Bav’ori, was born into the family. The three fought as siblings do but they loved each other deeply. From an early age she showed a great deal of interest in what her father did. She learned to fix small things like food replicators and sliding doors but the mothers would have nothing of the sort, especially after her Bak’tov, the bilateral loss of pigment from her eyes at the onset of puberty. She became telepathic and Sar’Mari showed promise not only as a priestess but also as a more coveted position, a telepathic searcher. Both of which she wasn’t too excited at becoming. She attended the temple school with her sisters from an early age and enjoyed all of her studies. Immersed in both secular and religious training Sar’Mari excelled in her academics and made friends easily. Shortly after becoming telepathic at the early age of eight she began practicing meditation. She was “chosen” by an Azzi, what many cultures would consider a spirit guide, and has followed the advice she believes she receives from it. Sar’Mari rarely discusses her religion with anyone, even other practitioners of her faith feeling her experience to be highly personal. Receiving training as a telepath it was thought she might be an excellent candidate for what referred to as a Telepathic Searcher in her culture. It was a coveted service position that could be performed while holding another career such as a temple priestess. With the coaxing of all her mothers Sar’Mari decided to become a priestess and began additional coursework at the age of eight that would lead towards that desired goal. In the summer of her thirteenth year she experienced the loss of pigmentation in both her eyes as is customary upon reaching puberty. Typically the age where Azzians become telepathic, Sar’Mari already had been for several years. Upon the end of her fifteenth year her family accepted a call to move and maintain one of the temples in the Sav’dotil colony. The temple was in disrepair and Sar’Mari dove into the project of helping her father getting it fully operational. While there she attended another temples school participating in all her normal classes and taking what free time she had to help her father. At thirtyone Sar’Mari accepted her first call as a priestess away from the temples where she had been serving. She had completed all the necessary requirements to be part of the clergy and a series of degrees primarily revolving around mental, physical and emotional health. The Azzian starship Vig’ori she was placed on received a commission on behalf of the Azzian Empire to join a joint exploratory task force involving Starfleet and Vulcan scientists to the Morgana Quadrant. The woman served as both a priestess, the Azzian equivalent in many ways of a counselor to the Azzians on her ship and as a translator should the need arise. Sar’mari made friends with many on the other ships. Though Azzian’s had been members for many years their numbers among the Federation their numbers were still low enough that they were a curiosity, especially those who openly practiced their religion and customs. Happy to educate her teammates, she shared with them Azzian customs, culture and played her Lav’ora for them. In exchange she learned about their customs and cultures. During the mission she was called upon to read through ancient transcripts to decipher what certain artifacts were and to identify items that needed to be secured. These interchanges informed her of the need to protect the temporal technology that was available and the threat it posed should it fall into the wrong hands. While there the team was attacked by the Na'kuhl who attempted to steal the temporal technologies and change the timelines. After a heated battle which left the Federation and Vulcan Starships all but destroyed it was revealed that that Vig’ori was using a temporal shielding that rendered the weapons used against them nearly ineffective. Though the Na'kuhl were forced to retreat without apparent success there were heavy losses. The entire extent of what had happened became more apparent when it was discovered one of the colonies was no longer detectable on ship sensors. Apparently successful in spite their retreat it became imperative that the technology be retrieved. The Na'kuhl were damaged enough that although the could use their warm drive they were unable to travel back in time as they had planned to destroy the Azzian Empire. Intercepting the Na'kuhl ship they were able to restore the timeline. In 3077 the Vig’ori and her crew returned to Azzia. With a mandate to explain all actions taken during their mission Sar’mari was summoned to appear before the Azzian High Council for review, During these hearings she was asked to comment on the crew’s mental state. She did as requested and was able to clear not only herself but the rest of the crew. At the request of the High Counsel and with the urging of Federation she agreed to attend the Starfleet Academy on Earth the following year. She took and passed the entrance exam on Azzia along with thirty five other candidates. Saying goodbye to her family Sar’mari left for Earth and a new life among the stars. While attending the academy she found herself in a culture not completely familiar with her. She made close friends who were in the same began to come out of her shell breaking somewhat with traditional ways and customs. For the first time she wore clothing other than those traditionally worn by Azzians and played with coloring her hair. Her freshman year was asked to join a string quartet and she had began offering opportunities for teachers and fellow cadets to experience Azzian food and culture. She also began trying food from a variety of non-Azzian quazines. Performing well in her courses her senior year she was awarded a Cadet Cruise aboard the USS Napier.The science vessel offered her the opportunity for the budding counselor to practice her profession in a supportive environment as she became more accustomed to the practices and beliefs of various worlds other than her own. In addition to her counselling responsibilities Sar’mari held the position of Moral Officer. This not only forced the woman out of her shell but further exposed her to the customs and cultures of other societies within the Federation. At the end of her first year she was offered a position as a counselor aboard the ship and was promoted to an Ensign. On May seventh 3084 The Ship experienced a peculiar shortage of power. For eight days the warp core provided power though only enough to run emergency lighting An Azzian starship, Kov’dios, was able to rondevu with the stricken vessel offering hot meals and a assist with figuring out what was going on to cause such a massive energy loss. Three weeks into experience it was discovered that a sentient space creature known as a Darticus had attached itself to the ship, cloaked to remain invisible and began feeding of the energy produced by the warp drive. Once the creature was discovered and the shielding was powered enough to give it a shock the octopus like creature detached and moved away. Sar’mari remained on that ship until offered an Assistant Counselor position aboard the USS Chabotto and the rank of Lieutenant in late 3088 . The exploration vessel was known for taking risks, some of which were considered unnecessary. With the approval of the Chief Counselor she began teaching telepathic control to those aboard that had the capability. Though her abilities were considerably different than most her knowledge of its use and control proved valuable to many of crew. In late 3094 she received the rank of Lieutenant and made the Chief Counselor. Sar’Mari was on the bridge when they were attacked by the Suliban. They had traveled forward in time from 2154 to destroy the vessel in an attempt to change the timeline. Though their attack was unsuccessful and ended in the destruction of their ship it created a temporal causality loop into which the Chabotto found itself reliving the events over and over until Sar’Mari figured out what was happening and was able to convince the Commanding Officer to do something different which broke the look and allowed them to reemerge but on January 18th 3097. After a thorough investigation by the Federation it was thought best bot allow the crew to remain in the current time rather than risk further damage to the space time continuum. The ship was then decommissioned for further investigation and Sar’Mari was reassigned to Clepsydra. Service Record Counseling l Cadet l Starfleet Academy, San Fransisco, Earth l 3078-8082 Counseling l Senior Cadet l USS Napier l 3082-3083 Counselor l Ensign l USS Napier l 3083-3088 Assistant Chief Counselor l Lieutenant JG l USS Chabotto l 3088-3093 Chief Counselor l Lieutenant l USS Chabotto l 3094-3097 Chief Counselor l Lieutenant l USS Clepsydra l 3097-Present
  25. Folks! Welcome to Mission 3. Not Mission 2 like I'd been thinking... don't ask! Anywho, we have this one pretty much planned, with objectives, trackers and lots to do. Use this area to discuss the mission on the forum for your peers to see, provide feedback, ideas/suggestions and so on and so forth. I'd love to hear what you guys think on the site, the layout, the pages/content, what the mission is like for you, what you'd love to see in the mission and what you hope to get out of it, for you and your character. So, let's chat!
  26. Location: Ready Room Time: MD1 Authors: Myrkul Sharr, Ame Vovihl & Masan Rasheen Sharr tinkered with the deflector array now that the ship was able to move forward, he'd attached his personal gateway technology and altered it so it would open early in 1942 so the crew would be able to hunt down and capture Keegan Winter, the now terrorist, for his crimes against the Federation and the death of almost half of his crew. The link was complete and he gave a slight nod to the engineer standing near him, "Sharr to the bridge, once the gateway opens you have only a few moments to get through before it will fry the device, this is our only shot to get somewhere near civilisation." "Aye, sir" came the generic response from the bridge. It was a good response, it acknowledged they understood and were not going to mess around. A burst of power hit the deflector and in turn, the device Sharr had attached flickered with life, it folded time and space just outside of the ship, though it could be seen Earth during 1942. There was no space debris, no starbase or satellites, it was a clear orbit and peaceful to those who were not aware of the actions on the planet. "Now!" he ordered. The ship moved through the gateway without issue, once she was clear it closed behind them. Sharr looked at the deflector and his setup, his equipment was burned out, a little smoke puffed out like its dying breath before the lights went out for the last time, "this better work" he murmured to himself as he patted the engineer beside him on the shoulder, "for all our sakes." --- The Clepsydra now sat in high orbit around Earth and had been there undetected for a few hours, the team were doing intensive scans to determine the obvious damage to the timeline that had happened. Initial scans proved concerning, though there was no record of Keegan that they could determine. In the ships Ready Room sat Admiral Sharr, he'd summoned the Executive Officer and Chief of Security to the office. There was a lot to discuss, he'd taken command of the ship but wanted to ensure the crew were comfortable, that the senior staff were not treated like they had been under Winters tenure as Captain. No, Sharr ran things differently, always had, but now he needed the crew to give all they had for a little bit longer so they could fix that had been done to the timeline and get home. Ame didn't want this meeting, the mere thought of being in the room with 'Guardian' unnerved her to say the least. He was more timeless than anything she had met before on several timeships, he gave her the creeps. She pressed the chime and then remembered it didn't work much like a lot of the Bridge. "Permission to come in?" She demanded loudly through the half-open door.  "Of course, come in Commander and take a seat. Mr Rasheen should be here any moment." Sharr was sitting on one of the softer chairs Captain Winter had left behind, he hoped that a more open atmosphere would help the crew with their healing.  Rolling in through the doors Masan rubbed his beard before looking at the man before him. "Well another one of us." he moved further forward and placed his hand on his heart. "Telanno Cerva (Time Unites Us)." he offered and moved his hand forward to reveal an open palm. Sharr raised an eyebrow and forced out a smile, "El-Aurian, how quaint. I've not heard that since I saw it burn and turn green. Take a seat Lieutenant" he said, gesturing to the other chair near him, "There are some very important matters to discuss" "Aye well I had the common sense to get the Hells out of there before that happened," Masan replied and took a chair near Ame and the other El-Aurian. "Plus those T'Sans were all so pompous and sure of themselves they would be able to defend us." he added picking his teeth with his fingernail.  Ame said nothing as she sat down, she was too tired to even argue at that moment, sitting down meant she could stop for just a moment. "Winter has fled to this time, our initial scans show the timeline has been heavily altered and my predictions are somewhat obvious. With this drastic change, the Federation does not exist and we are alone, Ame you will remain Executive Officer of this vessel and your focus should be on the crew and their wellbeing. There is a lot of suffering and I trust you are the right person to ease this for them. "Mr Rasheen, I'm promoting you to Field Second Officer with a promotion to Lieutenant Commander. We need our best in key places and I need someone I can trust to handle the Away Team and support Ms Vovihl in getting this ship home. I trust you are both us to this task?" The promotion was a surprise, much was the elevation of position. He had barely touched the bulkheads of the ship but who was he to judge the wisdom of someone her elder, a rarity these days. "Oh I cannot wait to hunt him down. Commander Vovihl has my complete loyalty and confidence sir." ”You make it sound like you are not going to stay?” Ame said quietly not even acknowledging his request she wasn’t going anywhere. Being Executive Officer had been Winter’s error as she had made the role her own but now it was her duty of care to the remaining crew. "I'm going nowhere, this must be rectified and we are the only ones who can do this. You know the crew better than I, I'll need you to keep me updated and advise me accordingly." “Yes Sir.” The Trill said cooly as she looked at Masan for a moment before looking around the room in more detail. All the signs had been in the room but she had missed them time and time again along with everyone else. It didn’t make her trust issues any easier to deal with. "Stop, Commander" Sharr broke the silence, "you wouldn't have known, and you should not blame yourself." The silence hadn’t needed to be broken but it was enough to make Ame look at the man properly for the first time. “Are you a telepath?” She wondered raising an eyebrow. "No, thankfully. It isn't the first time I've done" he gestured to everything, "this. Let me explain." Sharr stood and closed the door to the office, he'd already prepared drinks for these two and handed them over casually, "You'll need these" he remained standing as he started to explain; "I'm sure you are both well versed in temporal mechanics, given where you work. This isn't my first time stopping Winter or at least trying. Slippery bastard. I've shot him, stabbed him, incarcerated him, shot him into the void and regardless of what I do that timeline becomes lost, overridden by the actions of him and his group. We will stop him, I can feel that this will be different." The Trill took the offered mug as and wrapped her hands around it not feeling the need to drink just yet. "Not my first-time ship," Ame said simply thinking of the ways that this man could kill, yet remain so calm about it and it made her slightly more unnerved. "Sounds paradoxical to me..." Masan mentioned looking at and then smelling his drink. Smelled fine and he took the screw it attitude and drank some as he noticed Ame's slight hesitation. "Need to eliminate them all at the same time, him and his group."  "To eliminate them all at the same time would mean we would need to know who they were and when they are based. Currently, we know of Winter and his lackeys, but he has superiors and they have been very good at hiding their actions from us. We initially thought that Winter was the leader, hence my killing of him through various methods. Each one was calculated based on the data I had from historical encounters, but each time it seems that he has a failsafe in place. Someone, somewhere, has a kill switch and when this important pawn is removed from the game, they press it. I'd suggest that we find out who he reports too, who the puppet master really is." Again, he took a seat next to these two officers, and with this characteristic soft but authoritative tone, he continued to speak "Utilise everything we have to do what you feel is best, every skill and resource available to you is yours. Masan, your sensitivity to the timelines will help, this already feels wrong, but get a feeling for it and you'll know when things change. If they do. Now, I'm sure you both have questions and this will probably be the only time we will have to talk, so ask them now." Given different circumstances, he would have been soothing to listen too, unquestionably confident in his knowledge and now his presence was calming to those around him. Keegan was dead when she next saw him, one way or another, the man had screwed her Hippocratic oath of no harm. He had killed people who had followed him without question and they were now innocently stacked up in the morgue. Ame had tons of questions but none of them would be of any use and most likely cause offence in the cool way she asked them but she did have one. "Why didn't you come forward earlier? Why did you approach there and then?" She wondered as she took a sip of the drink automatically as it was in her hand. "To be honest, the stealth tactic was the one with the most successful runs. Revealing myself right away, or any of our agents, have proven catastrophic. So far, indications are positive compared to the last few attempts we've had at this. If we were in a position to fix these screw-ups quickly, we would, but we are a step behind our enemy and they are far from stupid, even attempting to stop Winter's assignment resulted in drastic changes. We cannot figure out what's so important about this individual, or his group and it is unnerving New Khitomer." "But... but..." The normally cold woman could feel the anger bubbling up inside of her. "We've had this conversation before so I guess I don't need to tell you how angry I am right now." She said slowly thinking her words over. "No, you do not. I recommend everyone starts preparing for the away team, I need Intelligence to get as much information as possible on this timeline and we need plans to get home and to undo this mess. Inform the crew I will have an open door for the duration of our stay here, they are welcome to come and talk to me or provide me with suggestions they have. If there are no further concerns, shall we get to it?" "Sir." Ame rose and nodded putting the mug on the table in front of her before she left. Words didn't need to be said if he had heard her speak them before and she was too angry at herself to stay and even discuss any of it.
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