Patrolling the Frontier - Mission 12  - 10911.10

Summary:  The Claymore now orbits Cardassia.  A fleet of 1000 Dominion vessels are on LRS...

<SMDrew>	******************* Resume Mission ********************

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::his eyes stare coolly, if tiredly, forward as the turbolift doors open on the Bridge; he moves out on to the Bridge proper::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: Sitting at her station, rubbing her temples as she tries to work out two different things going on.  One, the need to go home and two, the need to go home in one piece.::

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::on the bridge, at ops grumbling quietly to himself::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::After musing a moment more, finally pulls her eyes off of Welland's incessant fiddling, and begins to pack her tricorder into her kit, preparing to sling it over her shoulder::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Picks up both medkits he's assembled, and walks over to Raeyld's post, leveling his eyes on her::  MO:  Have a moment?

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	ALL (Bridge): Report.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*:  Hey chief, you available?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*CSO*:  Aye, always!

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Her eyes contract ever so slightly a second, then she nods, momentarily ceasing her packing preparations::

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::his pilots scrambling into their fighters, he moves for flight control to man his primary post... he would deploy with the standby squad if necessary, leaving Cerna in command::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*:  I have some data I need you to look at.  But first, can you do a scan of your ummmm... current warp core before I do another comparison?

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Flatly, in some middle ground between order and invitation::  MO:  Want to go to Main Engineering with me?

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	XO: Power fluctuations in the warp core show that the warp core will destabilize in approximately 53 minutes, sir.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	XO:  Report... ummm... we have gone bar hopping again and our incoming guests are not the kind that play nicely.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	XO: Shields and weapons are online...for as long as the core holds, or those Dominion ships overwhelm us.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*XO*:  Engineering Report, operational, however the core power output and temperature is increasing

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Her eyebrows flicker up a split second, in mild surprise, but she quickly nods a second time:: CMO: Absolutely.  ::Finishes hoisting the medkit strap over her shoulder:: Now?

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::looks back, his expression unwavering as the report of "53 minutes to all death" comes in from multiple stations::  CTO: I need a way to kill a lot of Jem'Hadar, real quick.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	*CEO*: What the hell is going on, Commander?

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: Nods back at Fong::  XO:  Then again, they might not be a problem if we cannot fix the other.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	MO:  Yes, now.  ::Extends the other medkit::  Take this one too, just in case.  Not that I doubt your prepar--  ::Looks at her medkit, and takes a half step back::  Did you have something else to do?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*XO*:  Not that sure of my facts Commander, I'm thinking we needed a longer time from Drydock

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	*CEO*: Well, Commander, I hate to break this to you, but "drydock" is going to be 'wet' soon as it will be covered in our blood if things go to crap in 50 minutes.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::steps into flight control, and moves over to his console, calling up ship's systems reports::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Shakes her head with a quick, if tremulous, smile:: CMO: I was just going to ask if I could complete some research in Engineering myself.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	XO: I'm establishing point defense on the phasers to fend off the Jem'Hadar attack ships. Even with as many as 300 fighters on this ship, even that may not be enough to hold them all off for long, but at least ship's weapons are extremely impressive on this Claymore.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	OPS: What is causing the problems Hull described? The temperature increasing and all...what does the computer say?

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	OPS: If anything.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*XO*:  Tell me something I don't know Commander!!  we'll either go into battle blazing, or we'll go up in one of the biggest novas Cardassia has ever witnessed.  Either way we'll take a lot of them with us

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	XO:  One other thing... Admiral Riker called.  He is on his way.  Unfortunately, he will be a late-commer.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CTO: Estimated time to engagement?

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	XO: Sixty minutes, sir.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Returns a small smile::  MO:  Good.  Let's go.  ::Starts off down the hall, then looks over his shoulder::  Sokov:  Sokov!  Call everyone up.  You have ::Extends his arms wide:: the sickbay.  ::Continues out of sight::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: Turns around and does a quick calculation::  XO:  The Dominion should be here in about sixty minutes and Admiral Riker in seventy-five minutes.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::places hands on hips, turning back and staring at the viewscreen::  Self: Super.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::calls up the current warp core status, and runs a speculative analysis on the information displayed::

<Lt_Sokov>    ::Unaffectedly::  CMO:  Aye, Sir.  ::Begins recalling off-duty medical staff::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*:  Chief, I know this is not the best of time, but I really, really need that information.  It might be important to this puzzle.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Stifles a small chuckle, as she sees Welland seeming return to a much more assuring normal, and quickly ducks out of sickbay - if one so short can be described as ducking through so tall a doorway - to follow Welland::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::shrugs::  CSO/CTO: So we'll be dead from the warp core before they even show up. No problem.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*XO*:  Commander, if we head towards the Admiral's Fleet, we'll shorten the distance and also the time of intercept, perhaps delaying the time we come face to face with the Cardassians

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	XO: Computer reports a steadily rising fluctuation in the warp core power output, no more than that.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	XO: I like Commander Hull's suggestion. Better to contribute as much as we can while we're able to do it.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*CSO*:  Which information do you need Eris?

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	XO/CTO: With all due respect, Admiral Riker's orders were to remain on station, and defend Bajor, until the fleet arrived, sir.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Exits Sickbay and makes his way to the nearby turbolift, entering::  MO:  How are you feeling?  You're okay with this, after what happened to Davis?  ::Aside::  Turbolift:  Main Engineering, please.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*:  Warp core readings and signatures.

<SMDrew>	ACTION:  Doctor Welland sees a bright flash of white light in the TL panel.  The sharp pain extends deep into his head and blurs his vision.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::sighs, knowing there isn't time to hesitate, yet kind of figuring there isn't any direction to really go with any of this::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	XO:  That was kind of the point earlier.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*CSO*:  ::Smacks himself in the head::  I knew that Eris, have too many spanners in the fire....::Keys in the commands in his CEO PADD::  They are on their way to your tricorder

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::continues tapping controls, broadening his search for anything that matches the core readings being displayed in front of him to include whatever databases we... or they... or whoever... has access to in this timeline::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CTO: I think standing our ground here makes more sense, to be honest. It gives us a chance of hitting the Dominion ships from two sides, assuming they don't directly engage..::pauses::...Riker's fleet.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	OPS: There won't be any defense of Bajor by the time the enemy arrives, ensign.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CTO/CSO: I need something....ANYTHING...in this area of space that will give us some sort of advantage.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: As the readings run through, she inputs them into the data base and frowns.::  *CEO*:  OK... look at your screen... I am sending you the computers comparison.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	XO:  Working on it... well, on the getting out of here, maybe, part.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*CSO*:  Receiving...

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*:  Note... while the ship in general stays the same, all the signatures of the warp core are off... wrong.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	*CEO*: If the warp core is going to fail, how can we use that to our advantage potentially?

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO:  Now, I am sending you some research data on dimensional causality loops.  What do you see?

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	CTO: Yes, sir.  ::frowns a bit and begins trying to even out the warp core fluctuations, by shunting excess power spikes to the ship's batteries.::

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::on the Bridge, listening to talk of "causality loops" and slightly pooping himself::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	::Thinks how he hates temporal mechanics::

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  OPS: Didn't we just eject the warp core?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*CSO*:  ::reads the research info::  So you think we are in a Causality Loop?

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	CMC: Yes, Chief.  It exploded, killing us all, and now we are fifty some odd minutes away from overwhelming numbers of Dominion ships.

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::pauses, over his head in thought, but trying to piece something together::  OPS: But we're not dead, right...we're here?

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*:  Well... first, a causality loop runs for a certain period of time and then resets itself to a point back in time where an event is played over and over again.  We seem to be doing that, but each time we are tossed back, something has altered the event in the past to what we get tossed into now.

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  OPS: Did the explosion trigger our movement?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*CSO*:  Makes sense, I mean everything fits, what do we need to do to get out of the loop?

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*:  The only thing I am uncertain on, is if any of the crew are experiencing a sense of deja vu instead of actually knowledge of the fact things are wrong.  That is were the key difference seems to lie.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::enters another sequence of commands, attempting secondary access to the sensors so as not to distract from whatever it is they're doing, and runs an analysis of the gravimetric energy signatures... he pulls out the tricorder, opens it, and runs a scan for any kind of signature within flight control::

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	XO: Commander, perhaps we should... ::pauses upon his console alerting him to new contacts:: ...Sir, incoming Dominion scout ships, two of them on intercept. Looks like they used the Cardassian star to mask themselves until now.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	CEO:  A causality look can be caused by an antimatter explosion in close proximity of a temporal anomaly.  I am not certain if we were near a temporal one at the time, but there was an anomaly.

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::is slightly distracted by the fact that he is trying to keep the power spikes from blowing out systems:: CMC: Well, technically I suppose we did die Chief, and I don't know what triggered our movement.

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::scratches his head::

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::Cerna alerts him to the approach of the scout ships, and in anticipation of the order from the bridge, orders his fighters to assemble for immediate launch... triggers the protocol, then goes back to his analysis and comparison::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*:  Now... ummm... consider a dimensional causality.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	CSO:  That should be easy to mimic, we have plenty of anti-matter to spare, we just need a temporal anomaly, only ::looks around::  I don't think we have one available...do you?

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::more to himself than anything::  OPS: If it is the warp core...or something in the warp core...maybe we could trigger our own movement.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CTO: Speed?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*CSO*:  A dimensional?  that would explain several things

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*:  Not quite done... ummm... :: scans the data before her.::

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	CMC: Theoretically, yes chief...you'd be better off talking to Lieutenant Senn about that though.  I'm not really familiar with whatever is going on.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::trying to listen in to Senn's conversation as well, in the midst of all of this::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*:  OK... We are always moving to a new claymore.  And always in the same dimension in which we exist, but our history is different in some way.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*:  Actually... :: finishes another scan::  we just might.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	XO: Full impulse. Similar trajectory seen when they attempt suicide collisions.

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>   ::moves away from Fong and towards Senn, his head beginning to hurt, although he's not sure if that's from thought or hangover::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*:  Look at the warp core and port nacelle and tell me what you see.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::nods, not wanting to let patience dictate anything else::  CTO: Alert Williams to dispatch his fighters.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*:  Oh... one other detail I forgot... our claymore was destroyed.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	XO: ETA of enemy scouts is less than five minutes. CAG has already deployed fighter wings.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::nods again::  CTO: Very well.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	::Looks at the core, and the port nacelle on the display panel::  *CSO*:  Eris, I have high levels of gravimetric radiation

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CTO: Can we use the planet to obscure their readings of us?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*CSO*:...in the port nacelle

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::next to Senn's station, listening in, feeling way out of his element--and rightfully so::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	::Looking at the core in-depth...There are even higher levels of gravimetric radiation in the core itself, the scans are now being blocked by gravimetric fluxes with the core containment.  Isaac transmits the info directly to Eris' tricorder::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*CSO*:  Eris I just sent you data on the core...not good!

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  CSO: Do you think the reaction that results from the warp core's destruction is what's causing us to move from one....Claymore...to the next?

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*:  Looks like your anomaly is in the warp core.  From what I can tell of your readings, it is a partial fracture.  According to sensor logs... :: does another quick scan::  It looks like the collectors on the port nacelle ingested it just after Beta shift, altering our course.  And I think that fits when we started having signs of radiation poison.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	XO: It's possible to assume high orbit over Bajor's southern 
pole and use the concentration of magnetic interference to provide some sensor cover.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: Looks over her shoulder::  CMS:  No... more like we took one aboard accidentally... an anomaly that is.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	XO: Commander....

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::turns::  FCO: Make it so.

<SMDrew>	ACTION:  As the fighters begin to clear Cardassia a bright flash erupts through out the Claymore.  One by one the crew awake to find themselves in a new location...

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*:  Chief, what am I looking at...

<FCO_Ens_Rogers>  ::thankfully paying attention for a change, she adjusts their course to alter their orbit as Kizlev suggested::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: Frowns as her data shifts... again.::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	XO:  Commander...

<SMDrew>	ACTION:  The Claymore drifts peacefully over Risa.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*CSO*:  The core seems to be the focal point in each of the loops, I could be wrong but it sure seems that way

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::observes the flash along with everyone else, suddenly infinitely more confused than he was moments ago--if that's even possible::  ALL: Report?

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*:  I think I mentioned this earlier, but I will not swear to anything at the moment... besides which, we have shifted again.  But anyways... try 500 universes.  :: says that loudly enough for the first officer to hear.::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	XO:  Welcome to Risa.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::wakes up on the floor of the flight deck rather than in his chair... he gets up, and collects his tricorder, checking to see what was picked up during the shift.. if anything::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: Stares at her console a moment.  Most things are in the basic place, but... turns to look at the bridge itself.::  Ahhh shoot.

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::sits back up in his seat:: Self: Crap... ::checks the warp core status.::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CSO: Is Hull right? Is it something with our propulsion system that is the focal point?

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::finds himself awakening from being slumped over on his console, and checks to make sure his antennae are still moving and intact:: Self: Not again...

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	XO:  We have an anomaly within our warp core.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*:  Chief, you alright?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*CSO*:  Yes, I'm fine

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*:  Didn't you mention something about going to Risa for a vacation?

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	XO: Sir, Warp core is reading in the green, however the power output is again climbing.  I estimate Seventy-six minutes until critical

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::gestures to the consoles::  CSO: Well that's great. How do we deal with this and get us to where we're supposed to be.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*CSO*:  Yeah, but I was planning that in about a month, why do you ask?

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::wonders why each time he gets an estimate of time they don't make it much more than half of that time, if that::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: Looks over her shoulder.::  XO:  I thought you just wanted to get away from the Dominion?

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CSO: I want things back the way they -should- be. If I have to kill 1,000 Jem'Hadar to get it that way, so be it.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*:  We are there.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*:  Any ideas on how to get the anomaly OUT of the warp core?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	::Scanning the warp core, now knowing what to scan for a nano-gravimetric particle is resident in the core itself::

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::runs an internal scan of the ship, and still his family remains missing::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	XO:  I would suggest a nice break, but I do not think it is safe to leave the ship at the rate it keeps bouncing about.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*CSO*:  Risa?  ::shakes his head in disbelief::  I've just confirmed the core is hosting a nano-gravimetrical particle, we will need to expunge it

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::overhears the comm::  *CEO*: Do we need to get directly into the warp core to do that, or can it be done through automation?

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::his eyes stray away from his tricorder, and over to the console in front of him... with a nod, he ties his tricorder into his console, and begins running an analysis on methods of controlling the explosion that will, inevitably, come::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*XO*:  Automation should flush the core, of course we will be without core power for 30 minutes, but the ship can run on the impulse engines.  The Nacelles, PTCs and the core will be purged into space

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::programming a simulation based on the information he has, he attempts to imitate use of the deflector dish as a way to control, or absorb, the collection::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*/XO:  Two things to point out.  One, this is Risa... do we really want to leave that wormhole here?  And two... don't we want to get back home?  However... I repeat, our ship was destroyed in our time and place.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CSO: So how do we achieve parity, then?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*CSO/XO*:  Well, I'm not for returning to our own time...that is obvious...any time line will do now, since our original time line is no longer a choice

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::collecting his information, he nods once, downloads it to a PADD, and moves for the door:: Cerna: ::over his shoulder before the door closes:: You are in command. ::heads for the turbolift and orders the bridge::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	XO:  I am rather out of my realm... but... I am wondering if we could choose one of those 500 universes... one that was close to ours where we do NOT blow up.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CSO: How do you propose we do this?

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::steps off the lift and onto the bridge, and walks straight towards where the first officer and CSO are speaking::

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::folds his arms against his chest, half listening to all the back n' forth dialogue, but mostly concerned with why his family missing seems to remain a constant no matter which universe they end up in::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: Leans back in her chair with a slight chuckle, shaking her head, before looking back at the first officer.::  XO:  Ummm... good question.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*:  Chief, what are the possibilities of being able to latch onto that iddy-biddy particle and making use of it?

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	CSO: Please devise a solution soon...I have a wife and child that seems to not be found here no matter where we end up. I would like to get back to them as soon as possible.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CSO: What if we just allow the warp core to overload?

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::without waiting for an invitation, speaks up as he draws nearer:: CSO/XO: Rather than focus on means and methods of *not* returning to our own timeline, perhaps it would be wise to consider controlling the resultant, and yes, inevitable, breach?

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: Looks at the CTO seriously::  CTO:  I will do my best.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	XO:  Outside the ship or inside the ship?

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CSO: We haven't just let it blow inside the ship, right?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*CSO*:  I've had good results in targeting micro particles in warp cores at the Academy with the transporter, we can beam it out and secure it in a containment field

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::nods at the CSO, despising the fact that he's rather useless and helpless to do anything at this point::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CSO: That I recall, anyway...but I've been a little out of it.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	XO:  yes... it did... that is why we are here.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	CIV:  How?

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	XO:  OK... Chief says he can put it in a containment field.  That should stabilize our time jumping, but it will not get us home.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	CSO: Consider, if you will. The warp core is what currently holds us to this place. We stray off course, it explodes. Thus, snapping us back... to here.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	CSO: We need to be thrown farther back. To before the course change.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::nods, crossing arms::  CAG: Go on.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	CAG:  Yes... I like that idea... any specific idea on how?

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	XO:  Commander, should the chief take the problem out of the warp core?

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::shrugs::  CSO: Why not? We have nothing to lose at this point.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	*CEO*: How sure are you that this can be contained, Chief?

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	XO: Sixty-eight minutes until the warp core destabilizes.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	CSO: With the proper calculations to the main deflector dish, I believe we can use the warp core's eventual explosion. Force it to let us stretch the limits of its... elasticity, if you will. And then... the breach itself should open the door for us to be pushed through it.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::nods to Fong::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*:  Chief, go ahead and take it out.  We can always put it back if we have to.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*CEO*:  But at least we will be in one place long enough to work things out.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	CSO: Channel the reaction into our own form of... ::pauses, for lack of a better word, then shrugs:: temporal propulsion.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	CTO:  Do you have some point of reference that we could latch onto from just before our first dance through dimensions?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*XO*:  It is contained now in the core, knowing that we have to compensate for the gravimetric radiation, shouldn't pose a problem.  Just hope the targeting scanners can lock on, they should the tricorders can locate it.  

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	*CEO*: Do it. As Lieutenant Senn said, we could potentially return it if there's a problem.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	CAG:  Push us through were though?  That is the problem.  There are five hundred possibilities waiting for us, one being our death.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	CSO: And any one of these timelines, including this one, may also mean our death. However, I will submit for your consideration.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*XO*:  Aye, Sir, should have everything set in less than 5 minutes

<CAG_FO_Williams>	CSO: We continue to shift. However, the warp core itself, and the gravimetric signatures therein, remain a constant.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	CSO: Only Ipecce IV...but I still don't see what connections it could have to the other places we've been to thus far.

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::continues trying to level out the warp core's climb, feeding a good bit of power to the ship's batteries, before sending it off to other parts of the ship, using the batteries as a sort of surge protector::

<CAG_FO_Williams>	CSO: Therefore, I would submit that it is, in effect... already giving us a starting point.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	CTO:  What took us there in the first place?

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::turns back to Kizlev::  CTO: You're not the only one, Commander.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::waits while she addresses the CTO, knowing she'll consider his opinion likely at some point after they've jumped at least once more::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	Ens. Secord:  Set up a container with a level 1 containment field 

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::goes to answer her, but sees the CSO actively returning to pondering and working...a rhetorical question::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	::Ties into Transporter 1 console through the CEO Console, logging in the transporter system opens on the CEO Console::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: looks at the data::  CAG:  The core changes with the Claymore... it does not remain the same.  What does remain the same, is the output readings and the time until it overloads... which we are hopefully about to alter.   If you remember, the last one... well the one before the last one, there was a Borg variation.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*XO*:  Commander, I believe I'm ready...targeting the particle

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	OPS: Make sure Commander Hull has sufficient power for his operation here.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	CSO: The core itself changes, yes. But not the signatures contained within.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	CSO: And each time, it's those signatures... those readings... that force our immediate death. Or transition to new timeline, if you would prefer that perspective.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	CAG:  The output reading, no.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	Duty Engineer:  Ensign, drop the core temperature 20 degrees ::nods in compliance::

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	XO: Unfortunately, there's no way to preserve the data of these experiences and various temporal outcomes. When we faced the Dominion, I had never seen a finer tactical design for this ship.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	*CEO*: We're monitoring from here.

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::isn't quite sure what Commander Hull's operation is but replies anyhow:: XO: Aye sir.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*XO*:  Proceeding...Initiating transporter targeting scanners....I have a lock!.........

<OPS_Ens_Fong>	::notes the CEO logging into the transporter controls, and frowns slightly, than shifts a tiny fraction of the excess power over to transporters::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::nods::  CTO: We could spend a lifetime learning about just one of these places, let alone, 5, 10, 100...::voice trails off::

<CAG_FO_Williams>	CSO: We need to force the explosion away from us. Even temporarily. By doing so, we increase the force of its eventual backlash. It should, in theory, propel us back to the point before we entered this... causality loop.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	CTO:  The subspace disruption that came from the transwarp hub in the Kazner system....

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	::Keys in the transport cycle, the transporter begins beaming::

<CAG_FO_Williams>	CSO: Instead of simply arriving at the point wherein we supposedly entered the loop.

<SMDrew>	ACTION:  A blue light flickers from inside the warp core.  Then a flash of white light within the containment field.

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::finds himself feeling like he used to when he was a CO...watching people smarter than him banter and exchange ideas and create astonishing scientific miracles that saves the day:: CSO: Yes...what of it?

<SMDrew>	ACTION:  The containment field begins to fail from the extensive energy from the wormhole.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*XO*:  Transport complete, containment field holding, recycling the transporter, I will beam it off the ship

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	::Transporter cycle initiates, beaming the particle to 20km off the port quarter from the nacelle::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	CTO:  That is where this possibly began.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*XO*:  Transport complete

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	*CEO*: Status?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	::Wipes the bead of sweat from his brow::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Hull>	*XO*:  Scanning the core....No signs of the particle, except for where I beamed the little nasty to

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: While they continue talking, she runs Williams belief through the computer for a simulation.::

<SMDrew>	ACTION: The blue flicker of transporter energy from the containment field then all goes black aboard the Claymore.  Explosions can be heard as echoes through out the ship.   Alarms sound on Beta shift as they detect gravimetric fluctuations.  They call Commander Davis in his quarters.

<Bridge> *XO*:  Commander Davis this is Beta shift bridge watch.  We have some high levels of gravimetric radiation emanating from the Black Cluster.  Shall we alter our course?

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::coughs for a second, finding himself back in his quarters for whatever reason::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::stands up and moves towards the window, staring out it somewhat distrustfully at space::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	*Bridge*: I'll tell you what, Bridge, why don't you ask Lieutenant Senn what we should do just to be sure.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: Finds herself in bed, looking up at the ceiling and frowning.::  Another weird dream?

<Bridge> *XO*:  Aye sir.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::finds himself suddenly in his quarters, and quite in the middle of a fancy position... except not expecting it, he finds himself in the middle of the floor in a heap instead::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: Sits up and then slips out of bed, padding barefoot into the living room.::

<SMDrew>	<Bridge> *CSO*:  Lieutenant Senn.  We have a gravimetric energy.....  Wait.   It’s reading behind us now.  We may have some sensors going out we will need to run some diagnostics.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	*Bridge*:  You have some what?  Oh geesh... whatever you do, don't alter our current course.  I will be right there...  :: Quickly returns to her room, grabbing a robe and dashing out the door for the bridge.::

<CTO_Cmdr_Kizlev>	::in his quarters, reading an Andorian adventure story with Xilev and Landis'hiva, never knowing that he had lost them before the universe shifts began::

<SMDrew>	ACTION:  The Claymore continues to the Thro Tal System as scheduled with no further delays.  Time Lapse = 4 weeks 3 days 6 hours.

<CAG_FO_Williams>	::gets up from the floor, in a little pain due to his position... shakes his head, and moves to his sleeping area to change out of his flight suit... if the chronometer was any indication, he's off duty... and, quite honestly, didn't care to go back on any time soon::

<SMDrew>	************************ End Mission **********************

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