PLOT - JDL | Capt Ivanova, LtCmdr Waterhouse, Cmdr Dahe'el, Cmdr Archer, Cmdr PontBrillant, LtCmdr Neyes, Lt Novak - "Titanium pt. I"

Posted on Sun Oct 26th, 2014 @ 12:54pm by Commander Amelia Waterhouse & Admiral Rochelle Ivanova & Vlimar PontBrillant & Commander James Archer & Commander Tristan Neyes PhD. & Lieutenant Henry Novak
Edited on on Mon Oct 27th, 2014 @ 5:53am

1,136 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: All Hallows’

The bridge was once again alive with the hope of heading home. The tides had turned and Sol was soon to be liberated. Although they had to backtrack to Qu'Vat, the Sol system was where they were headed. Word had spread like wildfire and morale had boosted triple fold with knowledge of the war's soon coming end and their homes being free from occupation. Even Rochelle seemed brighter, happier as she stood in front of the command chair. Things had found a decent resolution and the refugees would be safe when they were dropped at the Klingon shipyards... Or at least they would be just as long as Noah could keep his mouth shut. Andrea had been rescued, brought aboard the ship and her family reunited with Logan… With her. Life was as good as it could possibly be at that moment and they were all riding a little higher, feeling that level of euphoria fill their lungs with each and every breath. It was a truly remarkable feeling.

"Helm," the young Captain called, looking over her shoulder at Lieutenant Novak, "Take us out at half impulse until we've cleared the system, and then warp eight to Qu'Vat station. I'm ready to go home." The redhead smiled brightly and took her seat.

"Aye aye, ma'am," Henry replied with a nod as he ramped up the impulse control slider. "Impulse power at 50%. Setting a course for Qu'Vat station, warp eight." The recent news still felt somewhat surreal, but the lifted mood among the crew was palpable. Henry was most looking forward to being in touch with his family again without running into communication roadblocks every time he tried to contact them.

The Cardassian had made his way to the bridge for this particular shift and was manning the Engineering station at the rear. His gaze fixed on the MSD and keeping half an eye on power regulation systems and impulse engines, the Klingons, while accommodating, did not have the technical knowledge to reproduce Starfleet grade materials, some parts he had to make do with.

Vlimar kept a close eye on his panel as the ship began to move outside of the orbit. A slight smile appeared on his face at the idea of another shore leave, this time perhaps, at his own estate, watching as the harvest was completed. As the ship began to take some momentum and their heading stabilized, Vlimar noticed an unusual reading on his panel. Curious, yet expecting a false reading, he silently tapped on the console, checked the information and read the results that were appearing. The console had detected a significant amount of tachyon emissions, a high enough amount that Vlimar felt the need to verify its localization in the space around the ship. Within seconds he noticed that the emissions were coming directly off the starboard forequarter of the ship. "Captain, I am detecting significant tachyon emissions off our Starboard bow. I've confirmed its origin is a few thousand meters from our location," he barked, breaking the anticipated silence of the bridge crew. He tried to keep his tone calm yet assertive, to ensure that he caught the attention of the entire bridge. As he revealed the information his fingers moved towards the tactical panel and were already hovering above the shields buttons, anticipating the Captain's orders.

Rochelle's good mood failed to falter for that moment. Spatial anomalies, malfunctioning sensors, nosy Klingons — any number of things could have been the source of the readings. Something began to nag at her, however, gnawing at the pit of her stomach and demanding that she not simply just allow the Vindicator to follow her nose. Earth could wait just the few seconds more it would take to be thorough.

"All stop, full reverse." She ordered, rising from her seat once more and nodding to Novak, "Bring her about, Lieutenant. Let's have a look, shall we?" Thankfully the ship hadn't been moving fast at all and the maneuver she'd called for would bring the big beast to a stop far faster than simply allowing her to drift. "Commander PontBrillant, continue to run scans of the sector. If there's something out there I want to know."

Vlimar nodded. "Aye, ma'am."

"All thrusters at full reverse," Henry acknowledged as he killed the impulse drive and began the slow process of turning the ship around. He kept his attention on the readings flooding across his screen, ready to put the hours spent in the holodeck simulations to good use if need be.

Neyes sat on the bridge in an official capacity for the first time since he had joined Vindicator. The feel was familiar, powerful, and the crew was will-oiled beneath Ivanova and Waterhouse. His station rested on the upper level along with the other senior staff, and lookout out over the center of the bridge. When he caught the distinct sense of urgency in the air, the shift was a little jarring. "That's from a cloaking device." His eyes caught Amelia's. It was framed as a question, but the words seemed to slip eerily from him, putting what everyone was thinking into words.

"If it is a cloaked Klingon ship, they would have hailed us the moment we didn't keep going," Amelia observed, almost kicking herself for saying it. That much should be obvious, but what she left unsaid was there were two other possibilities — rogue Klingons, such as Duras, or Romulans. Amelia honestly would rather face the former, but either prospect was not a good one.

If it were proper, Rochelle would have thrown her boots at Amelia and Tristan. Welcoming negativity by speaking it was often a curse, even if Rochelle's gut had already told her much of the same. The great ship came about slowly, turning to face what had once been at her starboard quarter when the screen began to shimmer with the spatial distortion common of a decloaking vessel. Her breath caught as the sight of green and mean came into focus.

D'deridex. A Romulan D'deridex sat armed and waiting nose to nose with the massive Vindicator, like two titans waiting for a brawl. Rochelle could feel the familiar tingle of irritation beginning to run along her spine. The last time she’d seen a ship of that particular class, it had been with Landon sitting in the hot seat and her playing his malicious second fiddle. It hadn’t been pretty.

=/\= To Be Continued... =/\=

Captain Rochelle Ivanova
Commanding Officer
USS VINDICATOR, NCC 78213-E

Lt Commander Amelia Waterhouse
Executive Officer
USS Vindicator, NCC-78213-E

Commander Almar Dahe'el
Chief Enginering Officer
USS VINDICATOR, NCC 78213-E

Commander James Archer
Starfleet Intelligence
USS VINDICATOR, NCC-78213-E

Commander Vlimar PontBrillant
SOC
USS VINDICATOR

Lt Commander Tristan Neyes
Chief Counseling Officer
USS Vindicator 78213-E

Lieutenant Henry Novak
Flight Control Officer
USS Vindicator

 

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