Host SMDrew says:
ARC 19 - Only the Good Die Young - Mission 14 - SD: 11706.06
Host SMDrew says:
Summary: The Claymore orbits a lifeless Earth.  In engineering, crew work to restore systems and bring the Claymore fully online.  The captain and chief science officer have arrived and discuss the chief engineering officer’s findings on the Cabowee attack on the Sol system.  Down in sickbay, the medical and command teams talk with Fong, who has explained, or at least tried to explain, what he has gone through since the transporter accident.
Host SMDrew says:
********************** Resume Mission ***********************
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
::Keeps one of her eyes on Fong while she begins running some scans to determine his biological age:: 
Ian_Williams says:
@::takes his fighter a ways further away from Claymore, widening the CAP slightly, and tuning sensors to maximum:: *Squad*: We can almost return to base at this rate. Anything left out here aside from Claymore is in pieces.
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
::In the turbolift on his way to the bridge::
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
:: Standing near the console, looking at what the CEO had pulled together::
Host Q says:
::With a quick flash joins Damrok in the turbolift.::
Host Q says:
XO:  So... any last requests?
Ian_Williams says:
@::pauses before giving the order as an indicator goes off:: *Squad*: Hold that thought. Form up on me. Somebody give me a read on that. Wasn't there a minute ago.
Ian_Williams says:
@::taps at a control, bringing his fighter in line for possible defensive maneuvers, priming weapons just as a precaution::
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
::Starts, but only a little, then adjusts his jacket::  Q:  It would seem you have a better handle on the full scope of the situation that we do.  Do you have any suggestions?  ::Tilts his head toward him questioningly before stepping out as the doors open::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Standing alongside Senn, reading over some of the information Davis had, her thoughts contemplating the Cabowee.  But why destroy everything...?::
Host Q says:
::Follows Damrok out of the turbolift and onto the bridge.::  XO:  Well, Commander.  I would say we have very little time now, given a scout patrol is just moments away.
Ian_Williams says:
@::hears echoes of varying levels of confusion on his comm, then just shakes his head:: *Squad*: Forget it. We go condition yellow. Weapons systems at the ready. Layered defensive perimeter around Claymore. Remember rules of engagement. We shoot if they do, not before.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Looks to Davis and then to Senn::  CEO:  We will leave you to continue with your sensor analysis and repairs.  Please keep me posted if you find out anything else.
Host Q says:
XO:  I've even offered some much nicer equipment to your engineer, but he seemed too grumpy to want any of my help.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
CSO: I think it wise that we return to the bridge.
Host Q says:
::Moves down and takes a seat in the center chair.::  XO:  I'm so misunderstood at times.
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
:: Turns to leave:: CO:  I would still like to get my hands on some samples.  It may not help now, but without knowing exactly what happened, it could help when we get back to our place in time.
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
::Follows Q onto the bridge::  Q:  It is entirely possible that some people could be... ::Pauses a moment::  ...put off, by the way you carry yourself.  ::Seems entirely sincere::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
CSO: You are free to use the transporter if you can get some nearby samples.  But, make sure you keep them in quarantine.
Ian_Williams says:
@::taps another control, opening a second line:: *Claymore*: CAP command to Claymore. I would advise raising shields if you have them. Unidentified readings at the system's edge. Unknown scope, unknown intent.
Host Q says:
XO:  Brilliant is often confusing, Commander, but I try not to let that bother me.   ::Sits a little straighter.::  Now we need to go to that alert thing, with all the distracting colors and sounds.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Turns to leave engineering::
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
::nods::  CO:  If you do not need me, I would like to take care of that now.
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
Q:  The humans have an expression for this sort of thing.  They say, "You catch more flies with honey."  ::Almost as an aside::  "Flies" are these insects considered to be pests, and "honey" is a sugary secretion produced by some other insects, as it was explained to me.
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
Q:  No one was ever to adequately explain to me why one would want to attract more flies, but the point of the metaphor was that one's disposition affects how others react to them.
Host Q says:
::Blinks off the bridge then back on.  Returning in an old naval outfit.::  Outloud:  Raise the mainsail, ready the cannons!
Host Q says:
::Turns to Damrok.::  XO:  Sir, you have more problems than just flies.  ::Points to the main viewscreen.:
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
::Just shakes his head, as Q is unlikely to have any particularly positive reaction to an idiotic lecture, but it's his shtick, so he goes with it::
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
::Stands and looks to the viewer::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Nods, as she exits engineering::  CSO: Aye, you may see to it then.  I am heading back to the bridge.  Keep me posted.
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
::Stares at the scans for a while, then pulls a chair up beside Fong's biobed::
Host Q says:
SCENE:  Three bright yellow holes open in space at the outer edge of the Sol System as the screen zooms in beyond its normal abilities.
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
:: As they arrive at the lift, she stands nearby as the captain steps in and waits for the next one.::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Stands inside the lift and nods to Senn as the doors close::
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
Q:  They're here, then.  ::Sets his PADD down on his chair::
Ian_Williams says:
@::sighs, taps the control again:: *Claymore*: Claymore, CAP command. Please acknowledge.
Host Q says:
SCENE:  Seconds later as the holes expand 4 vessels exit into the Sol System from each of the three holes.  Making a grand total of 12 new contacts on long range sensors.
Host Q says:
::Blinks back into his Starfleet uniform.::  XO:  It would seem so, Commander.
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
:: As the next lift arrives, she steps in and orders it to the main science lab::
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
CTO:  Sound red alert.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
TL: Bridge::
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
<OPS_PO1_Cawney>::puts a finger to her ear, then transfers the message from the CAG to the bridge speaker:: XO: Incoming transmission from Williams.
Ian_Williams says:
*Claymore*: Were I you, I would strongly consider raising the shields. Approximately now.
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
::Settles into the chair:: ::Quietly:: OPS:  We need to talk...
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
:: As the lift stops, she steps off and heads down the hall to the main lab.  Entering, she looks around for some of her team.::
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
Cawney:  Pipe him through.
Host Q says:
::Takes a seat in the chair watching the bridge come to life.::
Host Q says:
Outloud:  Something wicked this way comes.
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
:: seeing a group near the storage room, she heads over::  Sci: I am going to have some items beamed aboard.  I need you to prepare a secured area.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::The lift stops, she steps off onto the bridge.  Pausing, she looks around as she notices an unfamiliar person sitting at the center of the bridge with Damrok::
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
::looks at the CMO quietly and tries to sit up in his biobed a bit, he pauses thoughtfully going through a number of phrases:: CMO: Yes.  We probably do.
Ian_Williams says:
@::keeping that channel open, he transfers back to the squad:: *Squad*: Formation delta three-nine. Rules of engagement apply. We'll fire, but not first.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::As the sirens and lights change she quickly moves to Damrok::
Ian_Williams says:
@::brings his craft around to head up the new defensive formation, a small grouping of fighters taking up positions near key points around Claymore::
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
::Pauses::
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
::Listens to Williams' message::  COM: Williams: Acknowledged, Mr. Williams.  Standby.
Host Q says:
ACTION:  Red alert sounds and shields finally respond.  Weapons come online and are at the ready.
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
OPS: You ̶  you failed to materialize...approximately six months ago.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
XO: Report
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
:: As the red alert sounds, she pauses::  Sci:  Take care of it.  I will be on the bridge.  :: heading out as she speaks.::
Ian_Williams says:
@::watches the ships on his sensor display, eyes growing cold and narrow, but making no move to openly engage::
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
CO:  We have Cabowee vessels on sensors, and on screen.  They're at the edge of the system, but on their way here.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
XO: Suggestions?
Host Q says:
ACTION:  The twelve vessels begin to increase velocity to full impulse, their course heading straight for Earth.
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
::looks at her for a long moment:: CMO: That can't be.  Transporter incidents rarely have a temperal element...
Ian_Williams says:
@::his channel still open to Claymore, as is combat protocol, he keys another transmission to the squad:: *Squad*: On my order, torpedoes free. Phasers will not touch these things. ::pauses, the thought occurring to him that based on his reading there wasn't much that would, but he keeps that to himself::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Looks down at Q sitting in the chair and raises an eyebrow, and then turns back to the viewscreen::
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
CO:  I'm not sure that we can fight them off in this state.  ::Looks also to Q::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
XO: Agreed.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
XO: I suggest we call back the fighters immediately.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
XO: As soon as they are on board I want us to go to maximum warp.  It bought us time before.
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
::Shakes her head a little:: OPS: I don't fully understand what's at work here, but your body has aged these past six months, biologically, chronologically. I think something about this experience caused you to perceive time differently.
Ian_Williams says:
@::continues to watch, shifting his craft just slightly so it better lines up to track the approach, making no move to intercept - if shots will be fired, they won't be fired on the enemy's terms::
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
:: As the lift stops, she steps off and quickly moves toward he station.::
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
::Nods and takes the few steps to his console::  COM: Williams:  Immediate recall, Mr. Williams.  We're getting out of here.
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
::closes his eyes:: CMO: That would explain quite a bit.
Ian_Williams says:
@::taps a control to answer:: COM: Claymore: Acknowledged. Be advised we're coming in hot. ::taps another control:: *Squad*: CAP beta, CAP gamma, go. CAP delta, CAP alpha, on me until they're clear.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Looks to flight control::  Helm: As soon as the squadron is back on board, take us to maximum warp.
Ian_Williams says:
@::watches half the fighter squad do an immediate U-turn and all but nose-dives in the direction of the hanger bay::
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
OPS: I'm not sure how you've aged six months, but experienced only one week of...starvation....
Host Q says:
ACTION:  The twelve ships fire almost instantly at long range.   A massive subspace rift opens and proceeds towards Earth and the Claymore.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Helm turns to look at the captain with a nod.  Then turns back to the console and begins typing in information.::
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
CO: Subspace rift forming.
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
::glances around the sickbay as people begin to prepare for incoming injured and the red lights blink in the corners:: CMO: Well...I managed to catch some food from the replicators as it phased in.
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
Cawney:  Advise the hangar to prepare for hot landing.  FCO:  Get us in position for best vector.
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
<OPS_PO1_Cawney> *Flight Deck*: Attention, prepare for combat landings.
Ian_Williams says:
@::as the first group of fighters touches down:: *Squad*: Beta, alpha, go! ::immediately throws his own craft into a hard reverse, heading directly for the open hanger bay in an evasive, diving roll::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
CSO: Acknowledged.
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
:: scans the rift... she doubted it could be anything good.::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
FCO: Set a course for the moon.  Put the Claymore between the moon and the rift.  Have the fighters follow us and continue their landing it might by us some time.
Ian_Williams says:
@::cuts the impulse engines only a few seconds before making contact with Claymore's forcefield, letting inertia carry him none too gently into the hanger and into a very hot touchdown... so hot, in fact, that it's only after his craft stops moving before he disengages combat systems::
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
CO:  The rift is traveling just under light speed.  It is 3,200 meters by 28,000 meters.
Host Q says:
ACTION:  The Claymore moves from Earth orbit and positions itself behind the moon.
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
::Watches the approaching disaster on the screen::  CO:  As soon as that last fighter touches down...
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
::Glances down at her hands a moment, then back up:: OPS: I believe Commander Damrok would like you to take some time to speak with Counselor Foster, when you're feeling better.
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
:: frowns::  CO:  At its current energy level, the rift will consume Earth and destroy us.  Our shields are no deterrent.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Nods::  XO: Aye, Commander
Ian_Williams says:
::his craft hasn't even entirely started the power down sequence yet, and Williams is unstrapping and making his way out of it:: *Bridge*: Bridge, Williams. We're down. Go.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
CSO: I don't care about the rift.  Scan those enemy vessels we need as much information as we can before we warp out of here.
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
:: looks over at the scans::
Host Q says:
XO:  Commander, where do you think you’re going to go?  There isn’t anyplace safe.  ...Unless you want to follow my plan.
Ian_Williams says:
::doesn't bother to change out of his civilian clothes, having not bothered to change out of them before launch anyway, but instead makes his way to the nearest turbolift and practically demands the bridge::
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
:: catches Q's words and wonders what that plan could be.::
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
Q:  And your plan is...?
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Looks to Damrok then to Q.::  Helm: Prepare warp and engage.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
<Helm> CO: Aye, Captain.
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
CO:  The readings on those vessels are all over the place.  It will take time to sort through it.  What I can tell you is they are out of phase.
Host Q says:
XO:  Well, I take you back seventy years into the past.  To a very remote planet where the Cabowee have already made an appearance in the galaxy.
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
CO:  ETA two minutes
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
CSO: Aye, Commander.
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
::looks at the CMO a slightly pained expression in his eyes:: CMO: Is he making that an order? Are you?
Ian_Williams says:
::steps out of the lift and onto the bridge, scanning sharply, eyes pausing coldly on a both familiar and unfamiliar face on the bridge::
Host Q says:
ACTION:  The Claymore warps from the Sol system as the rift vaporizes the moon.  The rift turns and begins following the Claymore’s warp trail and increases velocity.
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
CO:  Rift is expanding toward us.  It is increasing velocity.
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
:: Shakes her head::  CO:  At current velocity, it will catch up to us in less than eight minutes.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Her hand hits the console nearby::  CSO: Suggestions anyone?  We know what this can do.
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
::Shakes her head a little:: OPS: I can't speak for Commander Damrok, but it's not coming from me. But...
Host Q says:
::Stands.::  CO:  They really hate you, don't they?  ::Moves closer to the viewscreen, watching the rift.::  I mean, I saw them destroy many, many planets, but never on this scale for one vessel.
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
OPS: ...if you ever do need someone to listen...in a non-ordered sort of way...
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
CO: Other than giving up our warp core and detonating it, we do not have time for much else.
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
Q:  What, precisely, would we be able to do to avert this, if you were to take us seventy years into the past?
Ian_Williams says:
CSO/CO: A compromise. Our fighters have their own cores. And provided we survive, we'll need ours.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
Q: I don't know why.
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
:: Glances at Williams::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
CSO: But, would that really stop them Commander?
Ian_Williams says:
CO: It might, provided we can extrapolate their phase variance.
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
:: then back at station, quickly running a model::  CO:  What if we used our sun in a sling shot method?  The explosion may not stop it, but it could pause it.
Host Q says:
XO:  Make a new alliance.  I know you Starfleet types are into that sort of thing.   But better yet, stop them before they get a solid hold on the galaxy.  Be there.  Since you missed the fun last time.
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
:: as she speaks, she runs Williams idea through a model as the computer tries to isolate the phase varience of the rift::
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
Q:  A new alliance?  With whom?
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
CO:  If we change course, we can make it to our sun... barely.
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
::sighs quietly then reaches out a hand, pausing a moment then he places it palm up on the side of the biobed near her's.:: CMO: I know, and you know how I feel about trained counselors.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Looks to Senn::  CSO: Give us a course that would give us the best chance to drive the rift into the sun.
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
:: Looks at the captain briefly, then turns around to plot the best course.  After a moment she sends it to helm::
Host Q says:
XO:  Ah, I can't give you all the details.  ::Smiles and walks away from the view screen.::  They are a rather young race.  Just reaching out to the edge of their cute little system.  However, they are the first step.  Their system, small as it may be, has an overabundance of resources.
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
CO:  Coordinates sent to helm.
Host Q says:
XO:  You get them or the Cabowee get them.
Ian_Williams says:
::easily makes his way across the bridge to occupy an auxiliary station, powering it up and tying it into science's two models::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
<Helm> ::Looks down at the new course data and begins setting the course::  CO: Course laid in, Captain.
Host Q says:
XO:  Have a guess at what the Cabowee did with them?
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
::Shakes his head::  Q:  And how are we to know this will actually work?
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
Helm: Engage
Host Q says:
::Shrugs.::  XO:  We know what happens if it doesn’t.  ::Points to the main viewscreen.::
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
:: Sits down.  This could be a bumpy ride either way.::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Takes a seat and holds on::
Host Q says:
ACTION:  The Claymore banks hard to port at full warp.  The rift follows the same course correction as it continues to be pulled to the Claymore’s warp drive.  The sun comes into view on the main viewscreen.
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
:: has all sensors on maximum, borrowing all the power she dares.  Informs her staff to record whatever they can and to brace themselves while they were at it.::
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
OPS: I know... I'm not a big fan myself. ::Softly takes his hand::  But...it can be helpful...even if not a "trained counselor."
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
*Shipwide*: All hands:  We are about to make a pass near the sun.  Brace yourselves
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
:: hears the engines straining and can only imagine the CEO's words about now.::
Ian_Williams says:
::watches the phase variance analysis progress, the very tiny not-so-skeptical part of him already investigating his options should there be a match... and they survive::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::watches the viewscreen, her hands still holding onto the arms of her chair::
Host Q says:
ACTION:  The Claymore warps past the sun and does another hard turn to port, cutting back behind the sun.  The subspace rift adjusts, but hit the star straight on.  Instantly the sun goes from a bright yellow ball to a growing red one.  It flashes on and off as the rift interacts with the star’s outer layers.
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
::glances upward at the CO's words:: CMO: We may die this time, but...I missed you.
CSO_Cmd_Senn says:
:: mutters::  That cannot be good.
Host Q says:
Action:   The Claymore warps out of the system as the sun goes nova.  A bright flash, and the Sol system is no more.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::She couldn't believe what she was seeing as the two interact::
Host Q says:
************************************* Pause Mission ********************************

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