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Patrolling the Frontier - Mission 58 - 11012.07
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Summary:  As the Captain, Chief Science Officer, Executive Officer and VIP Guest vanish off the Claymore, the crew left onboard face a sudden and unexpected force pulling the Claymore toward the binary black holes...
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******************* Resume Mission ********************
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::Stands in front of the command chair::  CEO:  What is the status of the impulse engines?
CEO_LtCmdr_Hull says:
CTO:  I'm using the impulse engines to equate the pull on the ship, but it is a loosing battle, I've run a simulation about 5 times, doesn't look good
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Quietly approaches Sokov:: aMO: Doctor...
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
CEO:  Then we need more thrust.  What are our options?
TO_Ens_Kytides says:
::Stands at the tactical station and sounds Red Alert::
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
::seated in the operations console checking over the status of the Claymore's transporters::
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
<aMO_Lt_Sokov>  MO:  Yes, Doctor?  ::Looks up a quarter second as the red alert sirens begin to blare::
Host SMDrew says:
@ACTION: Daylan and T'Shara appear on the USS Claymore.  The cold, stale air burns their throats briefly.
Host SMDrew says:
@ACTION:  The dust-filled rooms and blackened walls show their age.
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
<FCO_Ens_Ra> CTO: I haven't run the numbers yet, but we might try a slingshot, Sir.
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Settles almost casually into the seat beside Sokov:: aMO: I'd like to request permission to be returned to temporary restricted duty, in a strictly consultive basis, to assist Commander Damrok on the bridge.
CEO_LtCmdr_Hull says:
CTO:  Only alternative is to create a warp bubble, use the sub-space field to alter current pull.  ::Thinks for a moment::  There was a time, long ago, a similar situation, the starship fired photon torpedoes at the event horizon, that seemed to disturb the hold on the ship
Daylan_Atlas says:
@ ::unsteady on his feet from the light and pounding in his head:: CO: Where are we?
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
CEO:  Run some more of those simulations, but make it quick, Mister Hull.  Every second we fall deeper into the gravity well.
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Continues slowly, deliberately, having thought this through carefully:: aMO: If casualties are indeed encountered here in sickbay, I can be only a liability, not an asset. At least there, I might be useful in other ways.
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
CTO/CEO: Or I could strip power from other systems and pump it to impulse.
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
FCO:  What are our chances that would work, Ensign?  It seems that would be a slightly more difficult proposition because we are dealing with two black holes.
Host SMDrew says:
ACTION:  Back on the Claymore...  The binary black holes pull at the Claymore's hull.  Gravity begins to increase as does the forward velocity of the ship.
CEO_LtCmdr_Hull says:
::Looks over at Mr. Fong:: OPS: Aye, that will work, but the sims I ran also show that to be a defeating course of action
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
OPS:  Give it a shot, Mister Fong.  Take any and all power from non-essential systems.
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
TO:  Drop the shields, Mister Kytides.  We need all the power we can get.  ::Doesn't like it, folding his arms::
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
CTO: Yes sir.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@::wakes up at the sound of a familiar voice, blinks a few times and looks over, coughing.::
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
::begins pooling power for use by the claymore's impulse engines::
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@ :: Slowly opens her eyes, frowning... the lighting was wrong.::
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::Turns toward sciences::  SO:  Mister Archimedes, are we receiving telemetry from the probe?
Host Q says:
ACTION:  Q appears on the bridge next to Damrok.
Host Q says:
::Looks around the bridge at the Claymore's crew.::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@::Her throat burns briefly as she tries to sit up.::  Daylan: That is a good question.
TO_Ens_Kytides says:
CTO: Aye, Sir.  ::Takes a deep breath and drops the shields, then transfers the probe data to the secondary science station and sets the computer to work on it::
CEO_LtCmdr_Hull says:
Himself:  Come on my lovelies. ::looking at the warp core coils in the nacelle monitor display::  Hold together!
Daylan_Atlas says:
@ ::reaches down to help T'Shara up, always surprised at how much heavier she was than she looks:: CO: Temporal ::cough:: rift, or something? We're still on the bridge. 
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::Turns back toward the viewer, hesitating a moment, then does a double-take, drawing his phaser::  TO:  Intruder alert.
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
<FCO_Ens_Ra>::attempts to rotate the ship so that he can use forward impulse power::
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@  :: tries to take a deep breath as she sits up only to find that is a mistake and finds herself coughing.::
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@:: shivering, she rubs her arms.::
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
<aMO_Lt_Sokov>  ::Considers it a moment::  MO:  ...That would seem a decidedly good compromise.  You are correct that I cannot release you to full duty as yet.  However, I would be amenable to such an agreement.
Host Q says:
CTO:  This is exciting, isn't it?
TO_Ens_Kytides says:
::Blinks and looks up, hand fumbling briefly before drawing his phaser as well::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Nods:: aMO: Thank you, Doctor.  ::Stands from the chair, and makes her way toward the exit::
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
<FCO_Ens_Ra> ::leans forward and whispers something to the console tapping the controls to rotate the ship slowly::
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
Q:  Who are you, and where did you come from?
SO_Archimedes says:
:: Working as fast as he can, going through the data, trying to figure out what happened, but mainly to keep the ship from entering the event horizon.::
Host Q says:
CTO:  Q has told me so much about this Starfleet that I just had to take a moment to observe such a spectacular event.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ ::Reaches up and takes Daylan's hand, coughs again slightly at the dust.::  Daylan: Aye, that is most logical.
Daylan_Atlas says:
@ ::unzips his jacket and wraps it around her shoulders:: CO: Better?
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
::glances at the new arrival and finds the first thing to hand, namely a medical tricorder that he forgot to give back::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Enters the nearest turbolift and stands strong up until the doors slide closed, then leans heavily on the failing around the lift::
Host Q says:
CTO:  I'm Q.  ::Looks around.::  Everyone should know me.
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Draws a deep breath, and order the bridge::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@::Nods, with a slight smile::  Daylan: Aye, thank you.
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
::glances over at Ra:: FCO:  You should have the power...
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@::As the coughing subsides, she pauses for a bit, then turns to look around.  The bridge of the Claymore... that was right... that was where she was last... dealing with the event horizon....::
CEO_LtCmdr_Hull says:
Q:  Q! Well, you turn up in the most unimaginable places, where have you been?  We could have used you in our last mission!  ::Whispers::  Bogus Trot! ::turns back to his console::
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@ :: Stands up, her eyes taking what she can in.... Where is everyone?::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ ::shivers a bit but the jacket helps::  Daylan: We have been working on a theory that a rift is what caused there to be two Claymores.  But, this...
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Pulls herself as tall as possible and steps out of the turbolift and onto the back of the bridge::
Host Q says:
CEO:  Ah, the human wit I have heard so much about.  ::Shrugs.::  Not much for one's last words.
SO_Archimedes says:
:: Glances over at the one calling himself Q, but only briefly as the light flashes on his console.::
Daylan_Atlas says:
@ ::nods in agreement with her confusion:: CO: We need to figure out what's going on before we freeze to death... ::grabs on to the back of one a nearby chair and pulls himself back up to his feet before calling out:: Computer: Computer! Status report?
TO_Ens_Kytides says:
::Steadies his hand against the station, watching the intruder carefully and resisting the urge to glance to Damrok::
Host Q says:
::Begins to walk the bridge.::  All:  This is a wonderful spot for a vacation.  ::waves his hands.::
CEO_LtCmdr_Hull says:
::Shakes his head in the negative, while adjusting the ship's engines to slow the black holes pull on the ship::
Host Q says:
ACTION:  The bridge deck is covered with sand and everyone on the bridge is in bathing suits and sun hats.
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Squints her eyes a moment...what is a civilian doing prancing about the bridge? Takes one step forward and...::
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
::looks back at Q wondering when the security detail will arrive then looks from Damrok to Kytides and then down at the bathing suit.::
Host Q says:
@<Computer>  ::Remains offline.::
Host Q says:
::has a beach chair appear and takes a seat near the main viewscreen.::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Coughs once, folding her now-bared arms::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ ::nods, grabbing onto a console and pulls herself up::
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
::looks around confused then spotting Raeyld he starts pinching the back of his hand before turning back to his sand speckled console pretty sure that he isn't awake.::
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::Looks down at his change in attire, having absolutely no idea what is going on, and growing more bewildered by the moment::  Q:  Could you...by chance explain yourself?  ::Adjusts his hat, turning to follow Q with his gaze as Q goes to sit::
CEO_LtCmdr_Hull says:
::Feels the sand below his feet squeezing up between his toes::
Host Q says:
CTO:  What's there to explain?  ::Takes a sip from an umbrella covered drink.::  This is the last few moments of humanity's only hope.  I have taken time off to see it happen.
Daylan_Atlas says:
@ ::frowns, looking around the bridge before deciding to try the Operations console:: ::looks back as he crosses steadily to it:: CO: How're you doing, 'Shara?
SO_Archimedes says:
:: Reaches up to remove the hat, rather annoyed and turns toward Damrok::  CTO:  We have a problem... ummm... besides this one.
SO_Archimedes says:
:: Pauses and looks at Q, uncertain of what exactly he said, but then looks back at the CTO::
TO_Ens_Kytides says:
::Opens his mouth in confusion and taps a foot into the sand experimentally, refusing to take his eyes off Q for more than a second to fully look around::
Host Q says:
ACTION:  The Claymore begins to pick up speed.
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Steps forward, peripherally, around the edge of the bridge, bringing her up near Damrok and Fong, though still a bit distanced::
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
SO:  What is it?  ::Turns back to Archimedes, having momentarily forgotten their peril among this new chaos::
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@ :: Having completed a full circuit of the bridge, her fingers dusty from touching things, she turns to face the lift door.::
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
::checks the ship's status:: CTO: Sir, I estimate that we are approximately twenty nine minutes from catastrophic hull failure.
SO_Archimedes says:
CTO:  I am picking up the fragment of a pulsar located between the two black holes.  It is reacting to them... causing the spatial rifts.
CEO_LtCmdr_Hull says:
CTO/OPS:  Confirmed!
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ ::Looks around, the walls are dark as she decides to try science.::  Daylan: I am well thank you.  And you?
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
SO:  How is that...?  ::Declines to ask the question, which is probably unanswerable at the moment anyway::  Is there any way we can use this piece of information to our advantage?
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@ :: Looks over at the captain as she moves toward her console... or was... or... ::  CO:  It is not working.  Nothing is at the moment.::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ ::Makes her way to Science as the dust is everywhere.  She sees Senn.::  CSO: Where are we?  It looks like Claymore but which one?
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Tilts her head, watching this Q figure::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
::sitting in flight control, monitoring ship's status on the overhead display, listening to the periodic confirmations from his people of exactly what he's seeing::
Host Q says:
@ACTION:  As the three officers move and look around they begin to uncover remains of bridge crew.  Or what is left of bridge crew...
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
::glances just to his left a little, spotting Raeyld in a bathing suit, something that clearly could never happen so it must be his brain playing tricks on him:: Self: Must focus.
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@ CO:  This one has apparently been mothballed for awhile.  Given the level of dust... :: frowns as she considers.::
Host Q says:
::Continues to drink.::  All:  Twenty-four minutes until the end of humanity.  ::waves his hand.::
Host Q says:
ACTION:  A very large grandfather clock appears on the bridge.
Daylan_Atlas says:
@ CO/CSO: I don't think it matters which one at this point, does it? ::doesn't even know what they're talking about:: Look, there are backup batteries all over this module. There has to be power *somewhere*. ::wipes his hand across the OPS console before crouching down to open up its access panel::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Glances at Damrok a moment::
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::Turns back to Q::  Q:  ...Why did we begin moving toward the black holes?  Do you have answers?
SO_Archimedes says:
:: After a moments consideration..::  CTO:  At the moment, nothing is coming to mind.  Let me run a few simulations.
Host Q says:
CTO:  Don't look at me.  I would think interstellar physics would have played a big part.
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::Tilts his head slightly::  Q:  All of our information indicated we were outside the gravity wells of the binary black holes.  We should not have moved.
Host Q says:
CTO:  Your sensors were wrong.  ::Takes another sip and waves his hand.::  I bet your sensors didn't pick up a pulsar until the last minute.
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Just kind of steps closer to the Q, looking up at him, curiously::
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
::spots Q and Raeyld in the same view and feels something disconnect entirely in his head, and he tilts his head slightly to the left, staring into middle distance somewhat vacantly::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
::decides they're overdue for a status report of some sort, and taps a control on his command console:: *Bridge*: TIC to the bridge.
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
::glances up again and for a moment thinks the viewscreen is latinum lined then he looks at the person blathering on about humanity this and humanity that, his slightly addled brain fixating on that problem:: Q: What is so valuable about humanity?  Why does their hope have more value then the hope for the Ferengi or the Breen?
Host Q says:
OPS:  Trivial.  I missed that and will have to view it in reruns.
Daylan_Atlas says:
@ ::sees a small blue light glowing deep in the console's innards and smiles to himself::
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@ :: kneels down by one of the chairs only to pause.::  CO/Atlas:  Ummm... this may be more than I was thinking.  Judging by the dust and decay... :: holds up delicately what looks like phalanges::  I would say this ship has been abandoned for about three years.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ ::Nods, holding onto the jacket as she moves about.::  CSO/Daylan: Aye, it doesn't.  ::Walks over near tactical as she wipes her hand across the console, she finds in the chair what is left of a body.::
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
<FCO_Ens_Ra> ::continues to try and force the Claymore out of the gravity well, pushing the impulse drives to their rated max.::
Host Q says:
ACTION:  A fruity drink in a coconut with an umbrella appears in Damrok's hand.
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@:: Carefully returns the remains of the fingers and stands to look more closely, counting.::  CO/Atlas:  Nine... nine bodies.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ ::Raises an eyebrow, looks at the combadge::  CSO/Daylan: Aye, I have the same over here.  That would be roughly about the time we were thinking the two Claymore's crossed timelines.
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::Starts to turn back toward Kytides, then looks at his left hand, almost chucking the thing onto the ground...then holds onto it for a moment::  *CAG*:  Mister Williams...we have a situation, of sorts...report to the bridge.  Maybe your talents for thinking outside the box will come in handy.
TO_Ens_Kytides says:
::Moves around slightly, to better keep an eye on the tactical station without taking Q out of his field of vision, even though he has a slight suspicion nothing can be done about him anyway::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ ::Walks over near Daylan, crouches down.::  Daylan: Did you find anything?
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::Growing somewhat frustrated, though he doesn't show it just yet::
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@ :: rubs the back of her hand across her forehead::  CO/Atlas:  Timeline... will this nightmare never end?  I so hate working with time that does not flow in a linear direction.
Daylan_Atlas says:
@ Outloud: I did! I got it wo... ::the smile quickly fades from his lips as he stands:: Wait, what are you talking about, two Claymores? People keep saying that. 
Host Q says:
::Looks over at the young doctor.::  MO:  If you don't mind.  You're blocking my sun.  ::Pulls down his sunglasses.::
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
Q:  You seem to think this is a foregone conclusion, that we will be unable to break free.
CAG_FO_Williams says:
::raises an eyebrow, but shrugs, closes the channel, and moves out of flight control towards the bridge, leaving Cerna at the main::
Host Q says:
CTO:  I am only watching what unfolds.  ::Takes another sip of his drink.::  I haven't the slightest idea if you can or can't make it out.  I just know the odds and things look pretty good from here.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ ::wipes her hand on her pants and stands back up as well::  CSO/Daylan: If only, Commander.  Aye, we know there is another Claymore.  But, I'm sure you will be even more shocked by who is on it.
Host Q says:
@ACTION:  The Operations console slowly comes back to life in front of Daylan.
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Tilts her head the other way, squinting a bit:: Q: Pardon me.  ::Side-steps slightly::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
::steps onto a lift, ordering the bridge, and absently leans against the wall::
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::Decides that dealing any further with...whoever this is will probably prove fruitless, and tries to focus on the situation at hand, setting the coconut drink down on the captain's chair::  CEO:  Mister Hull, we should attempt your previous theory concerning the warp bubble.  See to it.
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
<FCO_Ens_Ra>  ::glances over at Fong and furrows his brow for a moment then turns back to working the impulse controls::
CEO_LtCmdr_Hull says:
CTO:  Aye Sir!  
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ ::Her eyes quickly look down at the operations console::  Daylan: I don't know what you did, but it worked.
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
Q: As long as everything' ending, perhaps you could tell us how it started? Symmetry, and all...
CEO_LtCmdr_Hull says:
*Lt. Secord*:  Mr. Secord, initiate a warp bubble, generate warp one forward thrust, let's see if we can get back out the way we came
Host Q says:
ACTION:  The Claymore's hull begins to groan as pressure builds.
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
TO:  Arm photon torpedoes, Mister Kytides.  Coordinate with Mister Hull on targeting.  If it is true that detonating them near the event horizon will be of any use to us, we must be ready.
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
::distantly hears the word "trivial" from the stranger and something else in his mind goes 'boing'; he leaps across the bridge at the man, a tricorder in hand::
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@:: Half listening, she runs a scan of the bodies, looking for identification markers.  It probably was of little import, but at the moment, she did not know what else to do other then gather information.::
CEO_LtCmdr_Hull says:
<Lt. Secord> *CEO*:  Aye Commander, initiating a warp bubble
CAG_FO_Williams says:
::steps off the lift, onto the bridge, and just... stops, lifts an eyebrow slightly, and only shakes his head::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Hears a rustling behind her, and turns to find Fong heading their way::
Daylan_Atlas says:
@ ::brings up the last ship's logs and whispers to himself: Self: Son of a Wraith...
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::Sees Williams come off the lift::  CAG:  Mister Williams, meet...Q.  He says we should know him.  ::Motions toward the being lounging near the viewscreen::  Additionally, he feels we are doomed.  ::Seems to be taking this all in far too much stride::
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
::lets out a inarticulate cry of grief, fear, and rage as he raises the borrowed medical tricorder over head and attempts to plant it four inches deep in the man's skull.::
TO_Ens_Kytides says:
CTO: Aye, Sir.  ::Nods and finally fully looks away from Q and back toward the station, arming the torpedoes::
Host Q says:
@ACTION: Last log entry Stardate: 11012.07.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@  Daylan: Aye, there is our Claymore, and the other is a past version which, from the information we have collected, is back when you were Captain of the ship and I was XO.
Host Q says:
::Vanishes only to reappear in the captain's chair.::  OPS:  Not very nice, Mr Fong.
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Catches Fong's arm as he rushes by, and shakes her head solemnly::
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
OPS:  Mister Fong, it is clear that Q intends only to distract us from our present task.  Please take your station.  ::Turns to Q and nods once, politely::  Q:  No offense meant.
Host Q says:
CTO:  None taken at all, Lieutenant Commander.
CAG_FO_Williams says:
::watches the exchange somewhat passively, tilts his head in Damrok's direction, and only... shrugs:: CTO: I believe you know the expression, Commander. Once you've seen one all-knowing idiot, you've seen them all.
Daylan_Atlas says:
@ ::looks up from the screen at T'Shara and then his sister, his voice low and thick with emotion:: CO/CSO: This is her... this is my ship...
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@ :: stands to join the others.::  CO/Atlas:  There is little left of the crew.  :: hands her brother the combadges.::
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::Turns again to Archimedes, seeming calm almost to an imbalanced degree::  SO:  Mister Archimedes, make Mister Williams privy to the secondary science console.  Do you have any further recommendations?
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
::Slams the tricorder into the ground where the man was standing then turns towards the voice; teeth bared, he leaps again at the man, tears flicking from his eyes.  He feels something catch at his arm, and he stumbles to the ground in a pile of limbs, where bare feet and arced hands come back up. Sobbing, he screams:: Q:TRIVIAL!
CEO_LtCmdr_Hull says:
CTO:  Commander, I recommend using a spread of photons targeted on the even horizon. I'm not reading much change of pull with the use of the warp bubble
SO_Archimedes says:
:: looks at Damrok::  CTO:  Sir, if I could speak with you a moment.
Host Q says:
::Waves his hand at Fong.::
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
TO:  You heard the man.  Make your targets and fire when ready.
Host Q says:
ACTION:  Fong appears in the port side nacelle monitoring station.
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::As he walks up toward Archimedes, turning his back on the viewscreen and the happenings there::  SO:  Yes, Ensign?
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ ::Looks at Daylan and places a hand on his shoulder::  CSO/Daylan: I am sorry, Daylan.  ::Unfortunately she was not surprised either way.  But, to know some of the people she knew were gone::
SO_Archimedes says:
:: Quietly::  CTO:  According to the simulations, we have two options.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ Daylan: Does it..... ::pauses part of her not wanting to know but they had to.::  Does it say what happened?
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::Nods once, completely keyed in, but raises his hand, beckoning Doctor Raeyld without looking::
SO_Archimedes says:
CTO:  We could turn into the pulsar and jump to warp throwing us out the other side.  Or we can fight what we are doing.  Either possibility could destroy us.
Daylan_Atlas says:
@ ::looks at the old and tarnished badges in his hand:: CO: Does it matter anymore, 'Shara? The tribunal said I caused the deaths of my crew and lost a brand new, state of the art warship - one we couldn't afford to lose. ::shoves the badges into his pockets:: They were right. 
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Her eyes widen and Fong disappears with a blink of light:: Q: W---Where is he? Where did you send him?  ::Steps toward him once more---before noticing Damrok's motion.... She stares at Q one more long, silent moment, then turns away to approach Damrok:: CTO: ...Sir.
CAG_FO_Williams says:
::his eyes stay almost cold on Q, but he moves towards the secondary console, not waiting to be accepted or refused::
Host Q says:
MO:  He is safe and on the Claymore.  ::Waves his hand.::
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
SO:  The thought had crossed my mind.  Theoretically, we might manage enough thrust to be ejected to the other side.  ::Turns his head slightly to Raeyld::  MO:  Fong will be as dead as the rest of us in about twenty minutes if we do not focus, and it will not have mattered.  Stay with us.
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
CAG:  What is your opinion?  I favor the second option.  CEO:  What about you, Mister Hull?  Should we aim for the pulsar and activate the warp engines?
Host Q says:
ACTION:  A fruity drink with an umbrella appears in Raeyld's hand.  Tropical reggae begins to play over the comm throughout the claymore.
TO_Ens_Kytides says:
CTO: Aye, Sir.  ::Targets in a spread pattern quickly, a bit more at ease now::  Firing, Sir.  ::Fires the torpedoes and then glances to Damrok and then Q, then back to his station::
CEO_LtCmdr_Hull says:
CTO:  Pulsar has nothing to do with it, Sir!  It is the even horizon that has the gravitational pull, once a photo explosion is detonated, the sub-space field will be disrupted enough for the ship to pull free
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
CTO: Understood, Commander. However, I certainly cannot fill inhis place, nor have I much to contribute materially to the efforts to get clear of the black holes. Any alternative suggestions are--- ::Pauses briefly, as the drink appears in her hand:: --welcomed.   ::Glances at the drink once more, and takes a sip::
Host Q says:
Outloud:  Wait wait.  This is a good part.  ::Pauses and removes his sunglasses.::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Glances between Q, the viewscreen, and Damrok::
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@ :: glares at her brother::  Atlas:  You did not... and everything matters.  We still have a crew to find and I forgot to mention, maybe save her.
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::Turns at Q's remark, and regards the viewscreen as the photon torpedoes make their way toward their targets::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
::logs into the console and calls up the sensor display:: CTO: Death by nothing, or death by attempted survival? ::again, shrugs:: Try both?
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@CO:  Captain, before we were snatched, the ship was being pulled into the black hole.
Host Q says:
ACTION:  The torpedoes explode before they reach their target under the massive gravitational forces.
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
SO:  Any effect?
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
::looks around the room for someone to rip apart...curls up on the floor, then taps his chest:: Self: Fong to Bridge...bridge? ::looks down to find no combadge:: Self: Perfect.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ ::Looks at the log dates again on the console, with a look of disbelief:: CSO/Daylan: I am afraid you are wrong, Daylan.  This was not your crew it was mine.  The date is today.  ::She looks over at Senn with questioning look::
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@ CO:  Did I mention I really really hate this?
CAG_FO_Williams says:
::taps in a command to call up navigational systems, and runs a calculation based on current sensor data for their ideal speed to actually get anywhere productive::
Host Q says:
ACTION:  The pulsar lets out a massive gamma flow in both axes before slowing and rotating the other way.  As it does a spatial rift begins to once again open, pulling the Claymore violently closer.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ ::raises an eyebrow::  CSO: We do have a crew to save.  Although, how....  ::Nods in agreement::  I as well Senn.
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
<FCO_Ens_Ra> ::begins slowly rocking the throttle back and forth between the drives trying to ease some of the strain slightly for a few moments on them one at a time.::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ CSO: How can that be possible? Ensign Lawrence had us away from the gravitational pull. There was no chance of being pulled in.
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Settles into a seat beside Damrok, uneasily, sipping her drink and watching Q interestedly as she wait for a development::
Host Q says:
ACTION:  The tactical console explodes in a shower of sparks, throwing Kytides into the console behind him.
CEO_LtCmdr_Hull says:
CTO/OPS:  Aye, I was afraid of that!, the gravitational forces were just too strong for the photons. Perhaps, if we clear the way with a tachyon burst, then fire another spread of photons, that might do the trick!
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Ah ha! A development!::
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@CO/Atlas:  There are numerous possibilities and no way to prove them.  First, I would really like to know where we are.
Host Q says:
::Looks over his shoulder at the action taking place.::
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::Folds his arms again, eyes widening slightly at the rift begins to open...takes about two beats to think about it, then speaks up::  FCO:  Ensign...set course for that rift and engage at warp on my mark.
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
::stands up slowly then nods to himself before slowly heading towards the nacelle access passage, he checks that it is the right door and begins crawling back towards the bridge::
Daylan_Atlas says:
@ CO/CSO: How? We barely have the power to run a console. How are we going to get even the most basic systems online? 
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
SO:  Mister Archimedes...can we confirm whether that rift is safe?  MO:  Doctor, please see to Mister Kytides.
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Glances about a moment...no other medical personnel on the bridge, no way to contact any. Granted, she's strictly not on medical duty, but.... She stands to her feet and moves beside Kytides quickly anyway. With any luck, the universe will explode or warp in on itself or something before she can add yet another disciplinary-action-worthy-action to her list::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
::taps at another command, drawing what power he has access to and shoving it into critical systems::
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@ CO:  Something was pulling us in.  Unfortunately, before I could investigate further... :: motions the room around her.::
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
<FCO_Ens_Ra> ::glances at the CTO for clarification:: CTO: Sir?  ::turns back and begins plotting course::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
CTO: Might I point out, Commander, safe may be a relative term? We're likely not safer here than there.
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
CAG:  Safe...destroyed...if you think it is a better option to activate the warp engines and hope we can dive in between those black holes, then I will certainly consider it.  I don't know what other choice we have.
Host Q says:
::Stands.::  All:  This should be good.  ::continues watching the bridge.::
SO_Archimedes says:
CTO:  Sir, I doubt there is such a thing as a safe rift.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ CSO: I see.   Daylan: Good question we can't exactly get any readings with no equipment.  You said something about batteries around the ship.  Could we use those to get something working?
CAG_FO_Williams says:
CTO: If we leave, we *might* not survive. If we stay, we *will* not survive. Draw your own conclusions.
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Helps Kytides sit up, looking him over carefully:: TO: You're...you'll be okay, Ensign.
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@ :: considers the Claymore may not have time for them to do what they need to, but keeps that to herself, things were brain numbing as they were.::
Host Q says:
ACTION:  The upper bridge bulkhead warps under the strain showering the bridge with sparks and torn wires.
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
SO:  Point taken.  ::Smiles very slightly in spite of himself and the situation::  CAG:  Take over at operations until we can get relief.  All emergency power to the structural integrity field.
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::Takes a deep breath, knowing he'll have to just live with the decision...or maybe not, so much::
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
FCO:  Engage course.
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
<FCO_Ens_Ra>  ::presses 'engage' on the insane 'course' into this rift::
SO_Archimedes says:
:: flinches instinctively... they were running out of time for either choice.::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ :: With everything offline they couldn't get anywhere at this point and who knows if they couldn't help the crew would this be what killed them.::
TO_Ens_Kytides says:
::Groans, eyes unfocused due to the sparks and the violent landing, then looking back around the bridge as his eyes clear::  MO: Thank you, Sir.  I...should get...  ::Looks to the tactical station and trails off::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
::shrugs, and moves to OPS, accessing the controls.. he begins shutting down systems one by one, filtering that power into structural integrity... replicators, sonic showers, weapons, warp power, as much impulse power as he can afford, long range sensors... hell, life support::
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
::reaches the end of the passage and nods, and stands up he stops at the first weapons locker he can find, he picks out a compression rifle and nods to himself checking the power level and then steps onto the turbolift,::
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@ CO:  I will check out engineering.  Might I suggest you check the shuttles?
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Follows his gaze to the station, and shakes her head with an odd smile:: TO: No, I don't think that'll work quite. C'mon... ::Draws his arm over her shoulder to help him to his feet:: We'll reconfigure one of the auxiliaries.
Daylan_Atlas says:
@ CO: If this battery was this drained, it'd take forever to try to chain them together. ::thinks: But Eris might be right...in the cold storage hanger. The shuttles' reactors are taken offline for that. They might still be fueled. 
CAG_FO_Williams says:
::kills the turbolifts, putting every drop of power from them into structural integrity as well::
Host Q says:
ACTION:  The USS Claymore's nacelles glow blue for a moment.  She then launches into full warp towards the pulsar and binary black holes.  The bridge goes black as does the rest of the ship.  The twisting of metal and the shattering of hull beams can be heard.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ ::Nods::  CSO: On my way.  Guess we're back to climbing through turbolifts, Commander.
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
::presses the lifts button for 'bridge' and the lift surges upward just before the power cuts off:: Self: Son of a....
Host Q says:
ACTION:  Darkness gives way to the red glow of emergency lighting.
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@ CO:  At least we can climb...
Host Q says:
ACTION:  The Claymore is at full stop...
CEO_LtCmdr_Hull says:
::Squatting low as if to guard against falling conduits::
SO_Archimedes says:
::As the emergency lights come on, he forces his fingers to loosen their tight grip on the console.::
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
::Decides to press 'bridge' again::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ ::walks over to the turbolifts and opens an access panel::  CSO: Aye, seems like we have been in this situation most recently.  :: a partial smile::
Host Q says:
::Stomps around the bridge.::  Damn Damn Damn....
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::Disoriented, but walks down toward the command area, and looks at Q, taking his irritation as success::  Aloud:  All stations report.
SO_Archimedes says:
:: glances at the cursing Q before turning back to his station, trying to find what worked and what did not.::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::As the bridge shakes and rumbles, she loses any ability to help keep Kytides up, and falls away from him, into a nearby auxiliary station::
Daylan_Atlas says:
@ ::follows the two women, looking first at Eris before addressing T'Shara:: CO: How sure are you that this is your Claymore?
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ Daylan: Then it is worth checking out.  ::begins to manually open the doors.::
Host Q says:
ACTION:  All stations report operational, impulse and warp are offline.  Emergency generators are running the power grid.
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@ :: looks at her brother::  Atlas:  I cannot remember the last time I was sure of anything... but only time... :: cringes slightly at the pun::  will tell.
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Props herself against the station console, looking about::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ ::Looks inside and remembers this climb too well, and then glances back at Daylan::  Daylan: The stardate....  It is the exact stardate we disappeared from the Claymore.
CEO_LtCmdr_Hull says:
CTO:  Commander, engines are off-line, deuterium generators are on-line for inertial dampers and emergency lights
SO_Archimedes says:
CTO:  I have sensors.
CAG_FO_Williams says:
::pulls himself back to his console, and jabs at the controls, almost hoping for something vaguely resembling a response:: CTO: Warp drive is offline. Impulse is offline. Main power is offline. Emergency power is holding. ::pauses, with a shrug:: But we survived.
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
CEO:  Thank you, Mister Hull.  SO:  Excellent.  What do we see?
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
TO: Wh---What happened?  ::A bit dizzily::
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
::nods to himself:: Self: Knew shooting whoever that was wouldn't be easy. Have to climb the hard way. I'll just shoot him in the dark.  ::opens the access hatch and starts climbing up the turbolift tube his eyes fixed upward.  Just before he steps off the lift it shifts, and he falls through the access hatch to the floor of the lift::
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::Looks at Q again, offhandedly::  Q:  Did you sit on my drink?  If so, I would like another.  ::Smiles good-naturedly::
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@ :: Takes point as there is no security officer about, though she highly doubted it made any difference, and begins to climb down.::
TO_Ens_Kytides says:
::Stumbles back, luckily colliding with the console much gentler this time, and takes a moment to adjust his eyes to the new light before carefully moving back to Raeyld::  MO: I...don't know, Sir.  Are you all right?
Daylan_Atlas says:
@ CO/CSO: Well, whatever's happened here, let's make sure there isn't a repeat of what happened to me. You deserve to be Captain of the Claymore, 'Shara. If only to keep *her* out of trouble. ::indicates his sister::
Host Q says:
CTO:  This was a total waste of time.  ::Waves his hand and vanishes.::
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::To the air formerly occupied by Q::  Aloud:  I'm glad you thought so.
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Dismissively:: TO: Fine, fine...
Host Q says:
ACTION:  The sand and clock vanish as well.   All Starfleet uniforms are returned as well as combadges.
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@ :: catching those last words, pops her head back out and sticks her tongue out at her brother, then vanishes back down, heading for engineering.::
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::Tilts his head once, and walks over toward tactical, offering a hand to Raeyld::  MO:  Commander, TO:  Ensign.  MO/TO:  Are you all right?  ::Blinks as his uniform is returned::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
TO: Uhm... ::Gestures toward the vanishing Q:: Does this mean we-- ::Glances down as her uniform replaces itself::--lost the final hope of humanity? Or won it?
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ ::With a nod and slight grin she notices his motion::  CSO/Daylan: Thank you, Daylan.  It means a lot coming from you.
CAG_FO_Williams says:
::gets up from the console after a moment, and turns to face the man they'd been addressing, starting to get a general idea of what's going on... he looks to consider his options, just as Q vanishes, and he only shakes his head:: CTO: Now if only they'd been that easy to remove from the situation previously. ::watches as the crew is rather summarily reclothed, and shrugs::
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
::rolls out of the lift looking bruised and battered, his rifle up and teeth bared:: Aloud: Where is he?!!  ::notices that the bridge looks quite normal and quietly tries to look not insane::
SO_Archimedes says:
Waste of time?  :: shakes his head.::  CTO:  I am reading a Federation ship... the Claymore... and nothing else.  Literally... nothing else, just empty space.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ ::Begins to climb down behind Senn, heading for the shuttlebay.::  CSO: Good luck in engineering, Senn.  It will be difficult to communicate with no systems or working badges at this point.
Daylan_Atlas says:
@ ::climbs down after them::
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::Turns his head toward Fong::  OPS:  He is gone, Lieutenant.
Host SMDrew says:
@ACTION:  A weak and very off-pitch proximity alarm begins to sound through out the Claymore.
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::Raises an eyebrow::  SO:  Mister Archimedes...are there lifesigns aboard the other Claymore?
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::Helps Raeyld to her feet::
Host SMDrew says:
ACTION:  Proximity alarms begin to sound on the Claymore.
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@ :: actually relishing the climb down, needing some activity to vent her frustration.::  CO:  Hopefully I can cobble something together.  Just promise not to tell the chief.
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@ :: pauses::  CO:  Is that what I think it is?
CAG_FO_Williams says:
::as word of the other Claymore reaches him, he returns to the operations console and runs a battery of scans on the other ship:: CTO: Attempting to determine *which* Claymore. Should be an interesting task, given the lack of... anything remotely useful at the moment.
OPS_LtJG_Fong says:
::glances around spotting the CAG in his chair but not saying anything much about it:: CTO: So I'm noticing...Sir
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
::Smiles::  OPS:  Take your station.  We'll talk later.  It would seem we have survived, for the time being.
SO_Archimedes says:
:: works on the sensors to identify what set the alarms off.::
SO_Archimedes says:
CTO:  I am reading one Vulcan, one Human and two Bajorans aboard that vessel.
TO_Ens_Kytides says:
::Looks around at the return of uniforms and lack of sand, squashing the sudden thought that maybe the last hit by the Breen guard before he came here might have concussed him, then glances around for an auxiliary station to occupy::
CTO_LtCmdr_Damrok says:
CAG:  Can we launch a recon wing?  Our ship's eyes might be a bit subpar at the moment.  Mister Fong can have his station back, by the way.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
@ CSO: Will do.  ::stops climbing and listens::  Aye, I believe it is.  But, how can we check?
CAG_FO_Williams says:
::nods once, letting the scans continue as he gets up from the operations station, tapping his badge:: *TIC*: Alpha flight, launch prep stations. Go.
CSO_LtCmd_Senn says:
@ :: looks up::  CO:  Shuttles are probably our best chance... not to mention we may need to leave in a hurry.
Host SMDrew says:
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