Host Beth says:
Summary: The Pharaoh has gone back to the year 2006 in an attempt to restore the timeline.  This may be their last chance....will they succeed?  Stay tuned.....

Host Beth says:
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CSO_Sumner says:
::Standing near commander Quchant:: CTO: Sir?

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: Yes Mr. Sumner?

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: Do you have new co-ordinates yet to deploy the virus?

CSO_Sumner says:
CTO: I've come up with a few plans for when and if the snakes come back... ::He hands the CTO a PADD with a lot of complicated calculations on it:: I'll need a torpedo, some cold virus, and a skilled engineer.

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: Well....yes to the first two.  Right now, the best engineer we have is talking to you.  What do you need me for?

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: Hold on a moment...

Host CTO_Quchant says:
*CMO*: Doctor...report on Commander Santiago please

CSO_Sumner says:
::frowns slightly and opens his mouth to speak, then stops::

CMO_Balena says:
*CTO*: Sir the surgery was successful but she is going to need her rest

Host CTO_Quchant says:
*CMO*: Good...keep me informed...Quchant out

CNS_Montaug says:
Self: yes!

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: I apologize Mr. Sumner...carry on

CMO_Balena says:
::removes his gloves and gown and recycles them::

CSO_Sumner says:
CTO: No apology necessary, commander; i'll be needing the next most skilled engineer, as this would take some time. However, if spreading the cold around the earth works, the plan will be unnecessary.

CMO_Balena says:
::watches as the nurses wheel the XO out of surgery and put her on a biobed::

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: Let's try the cold first.  It seemed to be effective last time....er....before in the future?

CSO_Sumner says:
::smirks slightly:: CTO: Right sir... everything should be ready, I’ll just start setting things up...

CSO_Sumner says:
::Moves to his console and begins running some numbers:: CTO: 15 minutes, sir.

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: Good.

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CNS: Counsellor...what's the remaining crew's current mood?

CSO_Sumner says:
::hums quietly to himself, his head bobbing lightly as he works::

CMO_Balena says:
::looks down and picks up and PADD. Then looks back and notices a nurse is missing::

CNS_Montaug says:
::blinks:: CTO: A bit let down that we're not home yet, and suffering from impermanent leadership, but morale is functional.

CMO_Balena says:
Computer: What is the location of Crewman Newman?

CSO_Sumner says:
::starts humming a little louder, head moving a little more forcefully::

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CNS: Good.  Spread the word that if our current plan works we should be able to restore the timeline as we know it and be back home.  You'll also need to brace them for the interviews

Host Beth says:
<Computer> CMO: There is no Crewman Newman on the roster.

CNS_Montaug says:
CTO: Sir, I believe the aliens are heading back to Earth...I think that's what this blinking thingy means.

CSO_Sumner says:
::begins pressing buttons in a certain beat::

CMO_Balena says:
*CTO*: Bridge another nurse has disappeared down here

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CNS: ::looks:: Yes....yes it does....let's see if we can discourage that

Host CTO_Quchant says:
AFCO: Intercept course....full speed...

Host Beth says:
<AFCO> CTO: Aye sir

Host CTO_Quchant says:
*CMO*: Great....keep a paper list.

CMO_Balena says:
*CTO*: Aye sir adding her to the list

CNS_Montaug says:
CTO: What should prepare to fire?

Host Beth says:
ACTION: The Pharaoh heads after the alien ships

CMO_Balena says:
::moves to his desk and adds another name to the piece of paper

CSO_Sumner says:
::is now full on head banging, apparently operating his console by memory, as he can in no way see the keys::

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CNS: I'll target the engines as soon as they are within range and then the weapons.  As soon as you see the pulse ready light up...hit it..

CNS_Montaug says:
CTO: Aye, sir.

Host CTO_Quchant says:
::programs in automated targeting sequence::

CSO_Sumner says:
::is becoming rather distracting to those around him::

Host CTO_Quchant says:
AFCO: Range?

Host Beth says:
<AFCO> CTO: We'll be in range in 5 minutes, sir.

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: Mr. Sumner.....status

CMO_Balena says:
::moves over to the XO and looks over her reads::

CSO_Sumner says:
CTO: Coming along, sir.

CSO_Sumner says:
CTO: 5 minutes

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: Good timing...would prefer you didn't cut it so close.

CMO_Balena says:
::exits sickbay and makes his way to the bridge::

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CNS: Counsellor...are you ready to wreak holy vengeance upon our enemy?

CSO_Sumner says:
CTO: Hallelujah...

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: Amen

CNS_Montaug says:
::moves hands inches away from tactical screen:: CTO: Aye sir!

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CNS: Stand ready....

Host Beth says:
ACTION: The Pharaoh comes within range of the alien vessels

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: Mr. Sumner.....ready?

CSO_Sumner says:
CTO: Ready as we'll ever be, sir... ancient music is the best...

Host CTO_Quchant says:
::starts the firing sequence::

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CNS: Mr Montaug.....at your discretion

CSO_Sumner says:
CNS: Give 'em hell!

CNS_Montaug says:
::fires::

Host CTO_Quchant says:
All: As our Executive officer's sister would say....It is a good day to die

CSO_Sumner says:
::thinks for a moment:: CTO: Is she a Klingon, by chance, or is that just cultural contamination?

Host Beth says:
ACTION: One vessel explodes and the other divert away and resume course towards Earth

CSO_Sumner says:
CNS: Nice shooting, ensign.

CMO_Balena says:
::steps onto the bridge:: CTO: Anything I can do to help sir?

Host CTO_Quchant says:
AFCO: pursuit course

CNS_Montaug says:
CSO: I pushed a button...I believe the acting commander would appreciate the compliments.

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CMO: Monitor all decks for breeches and life signs...record any changes

Host Beth says:
ACTION: One ship turns and heads back to the Pharaoh while the other continues onto Earth

Host CTO_Quchant says:
::programs firing pattern::

Host CTO_Quchant says:
All: Stand ready!

CSO_Sumner says:
::preps his special torpedo:: CTO: Sir, I’ve loaded a torpedo that should take care of the advancing vessel

CMO_Balena says:
CTO: Aye sir ::moves over to a console, then pulls up life signs and STF::

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: fire!

CSO_Sumner says:
::presses the fire button::

CSO_Sumner says:
Self: Eat virus, reptiles!

Host CTO_Quchant says:
::watches the torp trajectory::

Host Beth says:
ACTION: the torpedo fires straight towards the alien ship, exploding against the alien shields and surrounding the ship briefly in a pale blue light as the shields react to the microbugs of the virus.

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: I think they caught cold

CSO_Sumner says:
CTO: Brains over brawn, sir.

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: Aye...

Host CTO_Quchant says:
::watches the result::

Host CTO_Quchant says:
AFCO: Vessel Status?

Host Beth says:
ACTION: the alien ship turns and heads away towards Jupiter.

CSO_Sumner says:
::quirks his eyebrow slightly::

Host CTO_Quchant says:
::looks at the sensor grid the FCO pulled up on the screen::

Host Beth says:
<AFCO> CTO: The ship is heading away towards Jupiter.  Looks like it is leaving the system, sir.

Host CTO_Quchant says:
AFCO: Good...last vessel...let's go get them

CSO_Sumner says:
::scans for life readings on the veering ship::

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: Let's get another ready

CNS_Montaug says:
CTO: Sir.  Alien vessel in high orbit around Earth...I think.

Host CTO_Quchant says:
::checks the readings::

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CNS: Yes...good job...::targeting::

CSO_Sumner says:
CTO: I guess it's a good thing i made a few without your approval... court-marshal me later... ::readies one more torpedo::

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: plus points for forward thinking

CSO_Sumner says:
::grins::

CSO_Sumner says:
::Frowns slightly:: CTO: Torpedo ready, sir...

CNS_Montaug says:
::Stares:: CTO: Umm....problem!  I don't know what's going on...it's down, sir.

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CNS: Down?  what's it?

CMO_Balena says:
::looks at the life sign count and frowns at the number::

CSO_Sumner says:
CTO: I think more equipment is disappearing... we need to destroy that ship, and now... target manually if you have to!

Host CTO_Quchant says:
:: catches the CMO's expression out of the corner of his eye::

CNS_Montaug says:
::pushes a few buttons:: CTO: No targeting or weapons.

Host CTO_Quchant says:
All: lovely....::brings up the manual targetting interface::

CMO_Balena says:
::notices the number jumps uppers:: CTO: Sir we have gain some personnel back

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CMO: Good news Doctor....

CMO_Balena says:
CTO: Aye sir it is

Host CTO_Quchant says:
::brings the cross hairs to bare::

CMO_Balena says:
Self: Lets just hope it says that way

CSO_Sumner says:
::grimaces:: Self: I refuse to be erased from existence because of some bloody scaled Neanderthals...

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: that's the attitude....

Host CTO_Quchant says:
Self:: steady ....steady....

Host Beth says:
<EO_Joe> *CTO*: Bridge...we've got a problem.  Some of the technology that we were missing is reappearing and the repairs we made are not working.

CSO_Sumner says:
CTO: Something wrong, sir?

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: We have no weapons....and our fixes are being fixed....

CMO_Balena says:
CTO: Sir is the other ships shields up?

CNS_Montaug says:
::searches consol for manual weapons readying systems::

CSO_Sumner says:
::frowns slightly, having feared this:: CTO: Sir, I suggest the warhead.

Host CTO_Quchant says:
*AEO*: great....see if you can bypass the repairs...and put things back the way they were

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: go for it

CSO_Sumner says:
::moves to his console and preps the warhead::

CNS_Montaug says:
::squints at the screen:: CTO: I'm getting readings...but they are few and far between.......they're....descending.

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: Mr. Sumner.....we're running out of time

Host CTO_Quchant says:
*EO*: Do we have anything...transporters perhaps?

CMO_Balena says:
CTO: Sir the virus!

CSO_Sumner says:
CTO: Trying sir!

Host Beth says:
<EO_Joe> *CTO*: Sir...we're lucky we got lights.  We got systems popping all over the place because of the jury rigging.  We can't clean it up fast enough.

Host CTO_Quchant says:
*EO*: Concentrate on transporters....doesn't have to be more than cargo grade...we'll start beaming their ship apart if we have to

CMO_Balena says:
CTO: I could prep a canister to release the virus after transport

CNS_Montaug says:
::feverishly searches for any weapon system with manual override:: CTO: Sir, can we tractor beam something that size?

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CMO: good idea doc....get one down to engineering stat

CMO_Balena says:
CTO: Aye sir

CMO_Balena says:
::gets out of his chair and exits the bridge::

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CNS: We could...might help some...check and see if we still have it running

CMO_Balena says:
::runs through the corridors toward engineering::

Host CTO_Quchant says:
*AEO*: Where are my transporters?

CSO_Sumner says:
::Sends a message for all personnel to leave the warhead area::

Host Beth says:
<EO_Joe> *CTO*: Right here in little pieces, sir.  We can't get it fixed for another 20 minutes.

CNS_Montaug says:
::searches consol for manual tractor beam override:: CTO: Might buy us some time...*Engineering*: Can we get a tractor beam?

Host CTO_Quchant says:
*AEO*: What about the tractor beam?

Host Beth says:
<EO_Joe> *CTO*: Negative, sir.

CMO_Balena says:
::enters engineering a little out of breath:: EO: Crewman I need your help

CSO_Sumner says:
CTO: 10 minutes until evac is complete and target... er, targeted.

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: See what you can do to cut that time down

Host Beth says:
<EO_Joe> ::buried under a console:: CMO: What can I do for ya, Doc...I'm a little busy. ::sparks pop and fly form the console::

Host CTO_Quchant says:
AFCO: See what you can do to get in front of that ship?

CNS_Montaug says:
CTO: Sir....they've.....there's a small ship that has landed on the surface...

CSO_Sumner says:
::sighs softly in frustration, sending repeating, annoying messages to the warhead section for everyone to get out.::

Host Beth says:
<AFCO> CTO: Sir...we can't get there...otherwise we'll be seen by the radar of this time.

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: Mr. Sumner...I need that virus launched NOW

CSO_Sumner says:
CTO: Do you want to kill some of the crew to do it?

Host CTO_Quchant says:
AFCO: Dammit...

Host CTO_Quchant says:
::thinks for a beat and stares at Sumner::

CMO_Balena says:
EO_Joe: I need as many canisters that can contain a airborne virus. Yet after transport to open its seals.

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: Damn kobiyashi maru....

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CSO: Do it

CSO_Sumner says:
CTO: Those are your options, sir.

CMO_Balena says:
EO_Joe: How many canisters and fast can you make them?

CSO_Sumner says:
::begins the launch sequence for the warhead::

Host CTO_Quchant says:
:: grits his teeth::

Host Beth says:
ACTION: A white light engulfs the ship, blinding everyone for a moment.  When it passes, the crew find themselves back in space where their adventure started and a voice is speaking over the comm channel from the VIP quarters.

Host CTO_Quchant says:
::blinks::

Host CTO_Quchant says:
All: Report!

CSO_Sumner says:
::freezes for a moment, and then panics:: self: bloody hell! ::works frantically to stop the launch::

CMO_Balena says:
::rubs his eyes:: Self That’s getting annoying

Host Beth says:
<Admiral_Dawson>: *Bridge*: Hello?  Is anyone going to answer me?  I asked when our ETA to DS_102 will be?

CMO_Balena says:
::looks around:: ALL: What the heck am I doing here?

Host CTO_Quchant says:
*Adm*: Sir...Admiral?....erm...one moment please   ::closes channel::

Host CTO_Quchant says:
All: What just happened

CNS_Montaug says:
::checks consol for specs of the admirals ship, notably time:: Sir, we're home.

CMO_Balena says:
::looks at the CTO:: CTO: I think we fix the timeline sir

CSO_Sumner says:
::takes a deep breath as the launch sequence ends, and jumps up from his console, looking around to the bridge crew:: All: That's it, this is way too much stress to handle... if anyone needs me, I’ll be in my quarters weeping... ::moves for the turbolift::

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CMO: And the missing crew?

CMO_Balena says:
::moves back to a console and pulls up the roster::

CSO_Sumner says:
::walks through the doors, and collapses against the wall of the turbolift:: TL: Crew quarters...

CMO_Balena says:
::closes the roster and moves back to the CTO:: CTO: Sir everyone is back except the CO and the FCO is still dead

Host CTO_Quchant says:
::closes his eyes::  damn

CSO_Sumner says:
::sighs softly to himself, and changes his mind:: TL: Make that the science office...

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CMO: And Commander Santiago?

CMO_Balena says:
CTO: Still in sickbay recovering

CNS_Montaug says:
Self: That's interesting...CTO: Sir, there's a reference here matching the reptilian creatures we've just encountered...extinct from a virus.

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CNS: Good...good

CMO_Balena says:
CTO: I'm sorry sir I wish I had better news for you

CSO_Sumner says:
::Steps off the TL, and walks into his office, regaining his composure. He taps his commbadge:: *CTO*: Sir, I’m patching through SO commands to my office... I’ll be ready for any orders.

Host CTO_Quchant says:
All: Well....I better go see the admiral....

Host CTO_Quchant says:
*CSO*: Acknowledged

CNS_Montaug says:
CMO: Fine work, 3 billion dead in a few months...unfortunately you don't have the credit.

CMO_Balena says:
::looks at the CNS and nods his head::

CSO_Sumner says:
::plops into his chair, leaning back and trying to release some of the stress of facing non-existence:: Computer: Sam, music, Green Day, Insomniac...

Host CTO_Quchant says:
CNS: You have the conn...I'm going to see the admiral

Host CTO_Quchant says:
::heads for the exit to the bridge::

CNS_Montaug says:
::sighs in relief:: All: Glad to be home?

Host Beth says:
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