U.S.S. Pendragon
10706.02

“Something Old, Something New”
 Directed by Coot

Starring:
Jeff as CO Thraxis
 Keith as CEO Damien 
Jane as XO Luchena
Cory as OPS Grant 

Guest Starring:
Sandy as Jordan Thraxis
 Lynda as FCO Rochelle
 Jan as TO Tribble

Host Coot says:
Last time on the U.S.S. Pendragon . . .

Host Coot says:
The newly commissioned Intrepid-class Pendragon began her final shakedown, a short run out beyond the Oort Cloud and back to Earth, prior to her official launch ceremony. Manned with only one-third of her crew compliment, it was intended to be a routine there-and-back run.

Host Coot says:
As with all things Pendragon, the shakedown encountered something unexpected. A malfunctioning satellite was beamed aboard the Pendragon for inspection. This revealed a sentient, microscopic life form, numbering in the billions, identifying themselves as “Tweezle.”

Host Coot says:
Capable of telepathic communication, they project a feeling of perfect bliss . . . nirvana . . . Mecca . . . paradise that the receptor must willingly struggle against to remain in control of their faculties. The billion-voice Tweezle only offer a simple, enchanting message, “We Tweezle. Hear Tweezle. Be Tweezle."

Host Coot says:
< < > >

Host Coot says:
SCENE: 5,000 years have passed since the Pendragon first encountered the Tweezle. Their enigmatic message was simple and captivating. Despite their best efforts the Crew succumbed to the blissful euphoria, never to regain consciousness.

Host Coot says:
SCENE: Power systems aboard the Pendragon long ceased to operate, not that the Crew cared to notice. The euphoria of the Tweezle was all that mattered. War, famine, death disappeared with the simple message of the Tweezle.

Host Coot says:
SCENE: The outer portion of the Sol System is a graveyard of disabled vessels from all corners of the galaxy. Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta . . . none escaped the Tweezles' enchantment. Any vessel to happen upon the scene would marvel at the collection of vessels gathered.

Host Coot says:
SCENE: No corpses litter any of the ships here. The bodies of the crews have become transparent, as have all internal organs, blood, muscle, and tissue. They no longer breathe only because it is no longer required. No signs of death or destruction are found. Yet, none of the enchanted is dead. They have evolved.

Host Coot says:
< < < < Begin Mission: Something Old, Something New . . . > > > >

ACTION: The Pendragon's XO, Mikal Luchena, snaps back to the present, finding himself staring at Turbolift doors that have just opened. A dream of the future lingers in his memory before receding into his subconscious.

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::Heather makes her way onto the Bridge after hearing about the transport of the satellite onto the Pendragon:: CO: Sir! I'm so sorry I'm late! There was a malfunction with the Deflector's secondary power systems. Everything is a-okay now though, sir. ::Her face is bright red as she takes her station::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::stands there confused::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS: I expect my officers to take the initiative when they find a problem, Ensign. You did well. Taking a moment to contact the bridge is, however, advisable.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::steps into the turbo lift::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::still sitting at Science not doing anything::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::Grant turns her attention to the information that is now pouring onto her console:: CO: I didn't think it would take so long, sir. I'm awfully sorry. I just wanted to make sure everything was done properly. ::She blinks several times::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
Jordan: Any improvement in the translation matrix?

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
::At his engineering station on the bridge::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::wonders where he was going::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::shakes her head as if to clear it:: CO:  Checking.  ::checks the progress of the translation matrix::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS: You're on the bridge now, Ensign. You can stop apologizing.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::troubled, decides he needs to speak to the Captain::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
TL:  Bridge.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::sitting at her helm station trying to figure out what just happened::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
CO: I... well... aye, sir. ::She looks down at her console as she mutters to herself:: Self: Stupid... stupid.

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
Jordan: Do you need help with the translation matrix, ma'am?

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::steps onto the bridge.  Walks toward the Captain::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
OPS:  Please, Ensign.  ::sends her what little information she has::

TO_Tribble says:
::guarding, along with her team, the satellite in the cargo bay::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: More speech patterns of the Tweezle begin to become apparent, but the core of the message is the same.

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She does not want to do anything to offend the previous Operations Manager:: Jordan: Thank you, ma'am! ::She smiles a bit as she begins to look over the data::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CEO: Did the power systems go out or was I dreaming?

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: turns :: XO:  Mikal... can you tell us anything about the telepathic abilities of these Tweezle?

Jordan_Thraxis says:
OPS:  I think I have something ...

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CO:  We have to stop them.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
FCO: You were dreaming I think

Host CO_Thraxis says:
XO: Explain.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CEO: Must have been.  Thanks.

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She shifts her gaze immediately to Jordan:: Jordan: What do you think you have, ma'am?

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::tries to remember the details of the vision::  CO:  They are poison to humanoids.  We must destroy them or send them far away.

Jordan_Thraxis says:
OPS:  The speech patterns are starting to emerge ... but all I'm getting is the same as before ...

Host Coot says:
ACTION: LRS pick up a vessel on an intercept route. It is moving at a high rate of speed.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
XO: 'Poison'? I don't understand.

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
Jordan: I'm sorry, ma'am, but I wasn't here before. What were you getting? ::She turns her attention to the readings on her console::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CO:  They'll bring our civilization to a stand still.  ::getting upset::  We have to destroy them!

Host CO_Thraxis says:
XO: Okay. Okay. Calm down, Mikal. Tell me how you know this.

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She raises both eyebrows at the Executive Officer's bluntness::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
OPS: "We Tweezle. Hear Tweezle. Be Tweezle." ... over and over again ... it's almost as if it's automated somehow ...

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::looks the Captain in the eye::  CO:  It's bliss.  Pure bliss with them.  No one can resist forever.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
Self: Oh hell we got company.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CO: We got incoming company at a high rate of speed.

TO_Tribble says:
::leaves Ens. Resver in charge of guarding the satellite and goes to the bridge and takes over the tactical position::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
Jordan: Very odd... very odd indeed. ::She takes an earpiece and places it in her ear, trying to listen for any hidden messages or altered speech patterns that my be present::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The XO's body shudders with a vivid recollection of the imagery. All bridge crew experience the same dream.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
FCO: Can you identify?

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
Self: Whoa....

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::panicked, looks at the view screen::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
XO: That much I already know. What's this about their being a danger to our entire civilization?

TO_Tribble says:
::targets the incoming company, just in case::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CO: Trying to sir.

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::stops dead as she senses Mikal's dream ... ::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CO: Got it sir she is a Romulan ship.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CO:  I can't explain Captain.  You'll have to trust me on this.  ::still watching the view screen hoping for a glimpse of the ship::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She begins to feel sweat form along her forehead as the dream stops:: Self: Wh... what was...

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CO: D'Deridex class war bird sir.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::looks around the bridge, attention resting on each crewman in turn::

TO_Tribble says:
CO: The vessel is Romulan.  Invading our space.  Permission to fire a warning shot? ::looks fierce::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She shakes her head at the mention of a Romulan Warbird:: CO: Should I hail them, sir?

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CO: And she is in Federation territory.

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The Romulan vessel pops to on the main viewer.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
CEO: I'm not so sure they're looking for a fight Captain

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS: Red alert.   Jordan: Contact Starfleet. Advise them of a Romulan incursion into this sector.   

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CO:  We can't let them have the Tweezle.  They could use them against us.

TO_Tribble says:
::locks phasers on the Rommie vessel::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
TO: Hold your fire.  Open a channel to the Romulan vessel.

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::gets an extreme case of panic as memories of her capture come back to haunt her.  Ducks under the console::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She looks toward the Tactical Officer before initiating Red Alert:: CO: Aye, sir. Red Alert.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::sees Jordan::  Jordan:  What is it?  ::hurries towards her station::

TO_Tribble says:
*COMM* Romulan vessel, this is the USS Pendragon. Please state why you are in Federation space.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: kneels next to Jordan, puts a hand on her arm ::  Jordan:  Jordan? Calm down, sweetheart. I need you.

Jordan_Thraxis says:
XO:  Romulans ... Jr'dan ...

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::Heather turns toward Jordan for a moment:: XO: Is she alright? Do we need a medic?

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::keys in several escape vectors and battle runs just in case::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::nods in understanding::  Jordan:  Come on back up.  ::offers her his hand::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The Red Alert klaxons sounds throughout the ship. They seemingly compliment the Tweezles' frequency of communication.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::shakes her head::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: stands, waits for the Romulan to respond ::

TO_Tribble says:
::checks to make sure the Tweezles' communication isn't doing anything to weapons control::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She perks a brow at the Red Alert klaxons and the sound of the Tweezles. Heather tries to form a correlation between the two::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::shakily takes the XO's hand::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
::begins intensive internal scans of the tweezles::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
~~~Jordan:  You can take refuge with the Tweezles if you need to.~~~

TO_Tribble says:
OPS: What does the computer make of the harmony between the Red Alert and the Tweezles' frequency?

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
~~~Jordan: Are you all right?~~~

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
TO: I don't have the slightest idea. I'm checking now...

Host Coot says:
<Romulans> *COMM* Pen: TO: Pendragon? ::chuckles and cuts Comm::

TO_Tribble says:
CO: Sir?

Host CO_Thraxis says:
FCO: Move to intercept.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CO: Moving to intercept now sir.

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::gives herself in to the tweezles again ... the fear leaves and contentment is apparent on her face::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::takes the Pen closer to the Romulan ship::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::sits in his chair and activates his console::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She cannot help but smile a bit as she continues to listen to the chant from the Tweezles:: TO: I believe we should just let the chant continue. It isn't hurting anyone. What can a little chant do anyway?

TO_Tribble says:
::hands ready to fire phasers for effect::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The Romulan vessel opens fire, targeting the Pendragon's shields.

TO_Tribble says:
::returns fire::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: sees the change in Jordan's face ::  OPS: Snap out of it, Ensign. Have Medical come to the bridge and check Jordan.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
OPS: They're exerting mind control on you. I suggest you stop listening.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::runs simulations on ways to destroy the satellite::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::sees it coming and banks the Pen hard starboard and down::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
CO: Snap out of what, sir? ::She shrugs and contacts Sickbay to have a Medical Team report to the Bridge::

TO_Tribble says:
::fires phasers at Rommie's weapons array::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::doesn't even brace as she is miles away::

TO_Tribble says:
::fires photon torpedoes::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::brings the Pen back around for another run at the Romulan warbird::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
CO: Captain, we could beam the satellite back into space, with wide dispersal and no reintegration

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She takes the earpiece out of her ear, recalling that she is being graded on her performance:: CO: Medical Team has been dispatched, Captain.

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The vessels exchange fire, both hitting repeatedly. No damage to either vessel.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
CEO: I am not willing to kill these beings for an effect that may not be deliberate on their part.

TO_Tribble says:
::keeps firing, emphasizing weapons array::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::realizes the safest way is to destroy it in space::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::continues to bank and dodge the weapons fire truly enjoying the controls of the Intrepid class ship::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
::reinforces the shields:: CO: Understood

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She cannot believe that a Romulan vessel has found its way into Federation Space and no additional Federation ships have been contacted::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
CO: Sir, should I contact other vessels in the area and request for assistance?

Host CO_Thraxis says:
TO: Target their drive systems.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS: Absolutely.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::wonders what the Romulans want and concludes it must be the satellite::

TO_Tribble says:
::fires at their drive systems::

Host Coot says:
<Romulans> *COMM* Pen: CO: Hello, Albaron. Long time, no speak.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::focuses on a way to destroy it while its still on the ship::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
*ROM*: Romulan commander, please identify yourself.

TO_Tribble says:
::continues firing at the drive system::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She sends out an automated message to all Starfleet vessels in the immediate area, as well as Starfleet Command that a Romulan Warbird has been detected:: Self: Our Captain knows a Romulan?

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::realizes something that maybe no one else understands::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: Several distress calls begin coming in from other vessels in the area. This is not the only Romulan vessel in Federation Space.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
:;can't contain himself::  COM:  Romulan:  What the hell do you want?

TO_Tribble says:
OPS: A Romulan invasion?

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: holds out a hand to quiet Luchena ::

TO_Tribble says:
::determined to defend her solar system from the invaders, continues firing::

Host Coot says:
::appears on screen:: <Jr'dan> COMM: Pen: CO: I thought you would recognize me. Perhaps, I need to refresh your memory.

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She pauses for a second:: XO: Sir, it seems that there are several more Romulan vessels in the area. I'm reporting several distinct distress calls from other vessels.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
Out loud: I knew it would be her.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS: One problem at a time, Ensign. We have our hands full here.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
OPS:  Figure out a way to disperse the energy and matter of that satellite in our hold.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::all her mental walls go up quickly::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
TO: It doesn't make sense. How could the Romulans reach the Sol System without being detected? ::She looks toward Luchena curiously:: XO: What would that accomplish, sir?

Host CO_Thraxis says:
COMM: *Jr'dan*: I know you. I thought you were dead. Obviously, I was wrong.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::looks up at the view screen then over at Jordan quickly::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
OPS:  Just figure out a way to do it, then let me know.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
OPS: Cause they are using a different cloak.  One that is better.

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
XO: I... ::She notices that a transporter beam has been locked onto the satellite:: CO/XO: Sirs! Someone is locking onto the satellite and trying to beam it off the ship. I'm attempting to halt the transport.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::holds his breath::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS: Take no action regarding the satellite without my express order. Is that clear, Ensign.  :: shoots an angry look at Luchena ::

Host Coot says:
<Jr'dan> COMM: Pen: CO: I was, but I am now "enhanced" as I was told.  ::her facial features resemble something no longer human, but almost mechanical::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::stands::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
::looks at the screen::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She looks between the Captain and the Commander:: CO: Should I allow the satellite to be transported then, sir?

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::watches Jordan out of the corner of her eye::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
OPS:  No!

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS: No. Establish a dampening field in the Cargo Bay.

TO_Tribble says:
<Ens. Resver> *TO* Sir, should I destroy it?

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
OPS:  Then destroy it.

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
CO: I... ::She looks extremely flustered:: CO: Aye, sir. ::She establishes a dampening field around the Cargo Bay and continues to try and block the transport from the Romulan vessel::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::is completely transfixed on her alter-ego::

TO_Tribble says:
XO:  My security team will try to destroy it, Sir.

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The two vessels continue to trade fire, causing minor damage to shields. Jr'dan is clearly attempting to disable shields.

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
TO: The Captain ordered us to take no action on the satellite unless he ordered otherwise, Ensign.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
CO: Didn't you just say not to destroy it?

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::continues to evade and doge and finds a pattern and uses it to her advantage::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
TO, OPS: Belay that order! Mr. Luchena, you are relieved of duty.

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::opens her mind to the evil she harbored for so long::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::endorphin blocker begins to wear off::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She establishes a force field around the satellite as well. She encrypts the field with several distinct security codes::

TO_Tribble says:
*Ens. Resver* Ensign, belay that order. Do not try to destroy it.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::barrel rolls the Pen hard to port and comes up under the Romulan warbird giving the TO the ideal shot for the shield generators::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::angry::  CO:  You'll go down in history as the man who let it happen.  Luckily for you, history will be short.

Host Coot says:
ACTION: Three Starfleet vessels are detected closing in fast.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::gets up from his chair and walks towards the turbo lift::

TO_Tribble says:
::takes the ideal shot at the shield generators::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
TO: Take you shot.

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
CO: Sir, I've established a level 10 force field around the satellite with encrypted security codes. No one should be able to gain access to it at this time.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
COMM: *Jr'dan*: Starfleet reinforcements are on the way. I suggest you withdraw... now.

TO_Tribble says:
::continues firing phasers::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She notices her console beep:: CO: Sir, I have three Starfleet vessels heading directly for us.

TO_Tribble says:
FCO: With pleasure.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
TL:  Deck 8.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::continues to keep the Pen under the Romulan war bird::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
~~~::Reaches for the evil ... :: ~~~

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::hears the Tweezles' song::

Host Coot says:
<Jr'dan> COMM: Pen: CO: Albaron.... you poor delusional man. You did not stop me before and surely no such thing shall happen now.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::senses Jordan::~~~Jordan: No don't stop. Please.~~~

TO_Tribble says:
::continues firing, using lateral phaser arrays::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS: :: motions to cut the comm ::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::snaps back to awareness as the lift doors open::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
TO: Ensign, I think you should restrict access to the satellite. Only Captain Thraxis or those officers he gives access to should be able to have access to it. ::She cuts the comm::

Host Coot says:
<Jr'dan> ~~~ Jordan: Hello, dear. Miss me? ~~~

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
~~~Jordan: Close your mind to her please.~~~

Jordan_Thraxis says:
~~~ Jr'dan: No. I will destroy you or die trying!  ::attacks:: ~~~

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
CO: Sir, should I remove Commander Luchena's command codes for the time being?

Host CO_Thraxis says:
FCO: Plot a Picard maneuver. Bring us under and aft of the Romulan vessel. We'll take a shot at her engines where the shields may be weaker.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::walks down the corridor trying to resist::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CO: Done sir.

TO_Tribble says:
*Ens Resver* Resver, Ens. Grant has established a level 10 force field around the satellite with encrypted security codes

Host CO_Thraxis says:
TO: Stand by to fire when we come out of the maneuver.   FCO: Engage.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::does the plot and inputs and engages it::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The Romulan vessel cuts the Comm.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CO: Engaging now.

TO_Tribble says:
CO: Aye, Sir. ::stands by::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She cannot help but feel very flustered at the moment:: CO: Sir?

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS: I'll explain later, Ensign. 

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::the Pen rolls and comes up behind the warbird::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::enters the cargo bay to see a tactical squad surrounding the satellite::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
TO: Fire!

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
TO: You got the shot

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::still standing motionless ... concentrating solely on Jr'dan::

TO_Tribble says:
::fires::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::sits on the floor within sight of them all::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
CO: I mean, sir, should I remove Commander Luchena's access codes?

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS: Suspend them, yes.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
~~~::searches for the Tweezles::~~~

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She inclines her head and removes Commander Luchena's Command Codes for the time being. Heather really does not understand who these Romulans are or what they want. How did they know these people?::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The Pendragon deftly pulls off the maneuver, striking the Romulan vessel solidly. A large breach is torn open on her underbelly.

TO_Tribble says:
::fires full phaser array::

TO_Tribble says:
::fires photon torpedoes into the breach::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::chants::  Be Tweezle....

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::keeps the Pen right where she wants her to be as the TO continues to fire::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The other Federation vessels continue firing on the Romulan vessel. Multiple breaches are opening all over.

TO_Tribble says:
<Ens Resver> XO: Sir, .... please leave or I will be forced to... make you.  Sir.  ::looks unhappy::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::doesn't hear the Ensign::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She watches as the Romulan vessel continues to take on damage::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
TO: Maintain firing.

TO_Tribble says:
::continues firing::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::keeps the Pen under the ship and works the controls effortlessly::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::Heather cannot help but wonder how such a peaceful and easy mission turned into an all out battle::

TO_Tribble says:
::enjoys the new weapons capability of the Intrepid::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The Tweezles dart through the air of the cargo bay, searching for a way out. Then, they suddenly alter patterns, pulsating and rhythmically dance in the air.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::watches the Tweezles wishing he'd brought an instrument to play along on::

TO_Tribble says:
::Resver looks between the Tweezles and the XO, wondering what to do.::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::begins to sway in time to the rhythm::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She watches as the ship continues to fire, ensuring that power flow is maintained::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The Romulan vessel's core overloads quickly and explodes in the constant onslaught of fire. Sensors aboard the Pendragon go temporarily off-line.

TO_Tribble says:
::Resver is thrown off balance by the Pen's sudden movement, falling into the XO::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
~~~ ::continues searching for Jr'dan ... :: ~~~

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::grabs the console as the ship explodes::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She feels the ship rock from the shockwave and holds onto her console briefly before turning her attention back to her console::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::comes back to himself::  Resver:  As you all right?

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::flies backwards::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
FCO: Get us out of here! Warp Eight!

TO_Tribble says:
::thinks about looking for Rommie Survivors while being thrown about::

Host Coot says:
<Jr'dan> ~~~ Jordan: It's good to be home. ~~~  ::disappears from consciousness::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CO: One step ahead of you sir.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::punches in warp 8::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::drops like a stone::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::turns and moves over to Jordan::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
CO: Sir, sensors are currently off-line.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CO: Sir!!! Jordan is down.

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She attempts to identify the problem with the sensors and attempts to bring them back online::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: moves to Jordan's side, cradles her head in his arms :: OPS: Get Medical up here immediately!

TO_Tribble says:
::Resver gets up and looks quickly at the Tweezles::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: Sensors quickly return and are picking up something emanating from the epicenter of the explosion.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
~~~Tweezles:  You have to go now.~~~

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
CO: They should already have been here, sir!  ::She sends yet another comm to Sickbay::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::holds Jordan's hand::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
~~~Jordan: Please answer me.  ~~~

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::gets to his feet::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
<Lt. Servek> ::Reaches the Bridge with a Medical Team in tow:: CO: What is the problem here, Captain? ::She takes out a Medical Tricorder and begins to scan Jordan::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
FCO: It would be a good thing if the ship had a pilot right now, Lieutenant.

Host Coot says:
<Tweezles> ~~~ XO: No, now we come. ~~~

Host CO_Thraxis says:
MO: I don't know. She just... collapsed. Do what you can for her.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CO: Understood sir.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::looks surprised::

TO_Tribble says:
<Resver> ::sees the XO staring at the Tweezles, apparently in some type of telepathic communication:: XO: Sir, you must leave this area.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::reluctantly lets her best friends hand go and returns to her station::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
Resver:  Fine.  ::leaves the cargo bay::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CO: What I sensed from her is a deep sense of worry sir.

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
<Lt. Servek> CO: Understood, sir. ::She cannot help but wonder why Jordan always seems to end up in Sickbay:: OPS: Transport Mrs. Thraxis and I directly to Sickbay.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
*CO*:  They are coming Captain.

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She nods toward the Vulcan Medic:: Servek: Understood, ma'am. ::She initiates the transport::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::opens her eyes slowly::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: Several trillion Tweezles drift away from the wreckage of the Romulan vessel, searching out their brethren.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::heads down the corridor towards a turbo lift::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: leaves Jordan with Servek ::  FCO: Plot a course out of the Sol System. Avoid the shipping lanes. Maximum warp. Set course for... any sector with a minimum of inhabited worlds.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::reinforces her mental shields again::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CO: Understood sir.

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::sits up::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
*CO*:  This is your last chance.  ::steps into the turbo lift::

TO_Tribble says:
::works to make sure weapons are back in order::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
Servek:  I'm OK ...

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
TL:  Deck 3.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::begins to scan for the most un populated area of space and void of shipping lanes away from the Sol system and locks them in once they have been found and engages at max warp::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: shakes his head when he hears Luchena ::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
<Lt. Servek> ::Once the materialize in Sickbay, she begins to perform extensive medical scans on Jordan Thraxis:: Jordan: Commander. I do not believe you are correct. Please allow me to scan you.

Host Coot says:
ACTION: A pulsating sound ripples throughout the Pendragon, the voices in the Cargo Bay intensify one hundred fold.

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
CO: Sir, should I transport the Executive Officer to the Brig or another location?

Jordan_Thraxis says:
Servek:  She is gone ... she is finally gone ...

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::pulls out her two nicely shaped pieces of wax and puts them in her ears and closes out all noise::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
*CO*:  Destroy them now Captain, or it will be the beginning of the end.  ::emerges from the lift and walks down the corridor::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
<Servek> Jordan: She as in the Romulan alter ego that once consumed you?

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: this time, even the non-telepathic Trill hears the voices ... puts his hands to his head :: All: Good grief... is *that* what the telepaths are hearing?

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::enters the Crystal Cave::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::nods::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::wonders if alcohol would help block the effect::

TO_Tribble says:
::Resver orders  TO Ensign Goodgrief to follow the XO::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::heads towards the bar::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
<Lt. Servek> Jordan: How can you be certain that is the case? ::She still scans the woman::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS: No.

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The Pendragon slips to high warp, a trail of Tweezles giving chase. Several more of the crew fall into catatonic trances.

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::smiles:: Servek:  Because I can no longer sense her presence ... either within me or anywhere else ...

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::looks at the captain who now has his hands to his ears::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::is happy to find the place deserted.  Steps behind the bar and rummages around in the cabinets::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She cannot help but wonder why the Captain cannot control his staff, but does not say anything. After all, she is suppose to learn from him:: CO: Aye, sir. What would you like me to do?

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
Self: This wax better work.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::pulls out a bottle of Scotch, opens it, and guzzles it straight from the bottle::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS: Let Mr. Luchena be for now. Without his command codes, there's not much he can do.  :: puts his hands down ::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
<Lt. Servek> Jordan: I cannot find anything physically wrong with you, except for a hint of exhaustion. I would suggest that you call it an evening, Commander.

TO_Tribble says:
::Ens. Goodgrief stands and watches the XO::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::staggers backwards and drops the bottle to the floor::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
Servek:  I am tired ... ::begins drifting off::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
CO: As you wish, sir. However, to play devil's advocate, I know that an officer with some basic knowledge about ship's systems could break through several barriers in place.

TO_Tribble says:
<Goodgrief> XO: Sir?

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
<Lt. Servek> Jordan: I'll have Nurse Barns walk with you to your Quarters. Would that be acceptable?

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS: Then watch those barriers, Ensign.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
Goodgrief:  It's all going to be lost.  Everything we are and ever were.  All because the Captain is a fool!

Host Coot says:
<Jr'dan> ~~~ Jordan: Sleep. Sleep now, play later. ~~~ ::disappears once again::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::nods at Servek::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
CO: Already on it, sir!

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::continues her course and adjusts as needed to avoid populated areas and errant ships::

TO_Tribble says:
<Goodgrief> *TO* The XO appears to be very excited, saying it's all going to be lost.  He's... he's blaming the CO.

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::puts a hand to her head but says nothing::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
<Nurse Barns> ::She walks over to Jordan and places a hand on her shoulder:: Jordan: Lets get you to your Quarters, sweetie.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS: Find a way to adjust the containment field and block that transmission from the Tweezle.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::eyes alight on the piano::  Goodgrief:  There's not much time left.

TO_Tribble says:
<Goodgrief> XO: What are you saying, Sir?  ::watches him closely::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::gets up:: Barnes: Thanks.  ::smiles warmly at her::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She looks toward the Tactical Officer for a moment as she listens to the comm from her officer:: CO: I'll do my best, sir. ::She tries several different force field frequencies in hopes of blocking out the Tweezles' own frequency::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
Goodgrief:  It I'm going, I'm going on my own terms.  ::heads towards the piano::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
Self: Something still doesn't feel right.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::staggers a bit but eventually makes it to the bench::

TO_Tribble says:
<Goodgrief> XO: Sir, what is going on?

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CO: Sir What I can sense from Jordan is extreme exhaustion.

TO_Tribble says:
<Goodgrief> XO: Sir, are you in contact with those .... beings?   What do they want?

Host CO_Thraxis says:
FCO: I'm sure she is in good hands with Dr. Servek.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::flings open the keyboard and puts his hands on the keys::  TO:  Be Tweezle, Ensign.  ::begins to play::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
CO: Sir, I don't believe our force field frequency changes will help much. However, if these creatures are affecting sensitive telepaths, why not give them a telepathic inhibitor?

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CO: I know sir but she is still my best friend and I do care what happens to her.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
Self: Wait how can I hear the captain with wax in my ears?

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: getting annoyed :: FCO: We'll discuss Commander Thraxis later, Lieutenant. Fly the ship.

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
<Nurse Barns> Jordan: So what happened? ::She walks with her to her Quarters::

TO_Tribble says:
::Goodgrief grabs the keyboard cover and prepares to slam it down on Luchena's hands::  XO: Answer me!!

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The Tweezles cannot match the Pendragon's speed, but are still giving chase.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::ignores the Ensign and continues playing::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::makes a mistake and takes out the wax from one ear::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
CO: Captain, I think we're outrunning the creatures

Jordan_Thraxis says:
Barnes:  Nothing ... ::smiles again::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS: Such drugs have severe side effects. I'd rather not subject a significant fraction of the crew to that.

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
CO: They do? According to my research, a Commander Yates issued them to several members of your crew several months ago and their abilities were returned. Sir, I believe it is our best option at the moment. As a telepath myself... I would choose to have my abilities blocked for a day, or even a month, to stop this.

TO_Tribble says:
::Goodgrief decides not to break the XO's hands, but kicks the piano bench hard::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::puts the small wax earpiece back and blocks out the sounds again::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
<Nurse Barns> Jordan: You seem very happy. ::She reaches the young woman's Quarters:: Jordan: Here we are.

TO_Tribble says:
<Goodgrief> XO: Answer me!

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::returns to himself::  Goodgrief:  What in the name of the Goddess do you think your doing?!

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS: Is your ability to perform your duties being compromised at this moment by the creatures, Ensign?

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::continues to fly the Pendragon::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
Barnes:  I am.  The evil that I once harbored is gone ... Goodnight.  ::turns and enters her quarters without another word::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
CO: No, Captain. I'm only a mild telepath. However, it seems that these creatures are having an affect on several key officers aboard this ship.

TO_Tribble says:
<Goodgrief> XO: And what do you think you are doing?  Endangering the ship, being in contact with those creatures?  Sir.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: even more annoyed :: OPS: I am aware of this, Ensign. Your views have been noted.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
Goodgrief:  How can you resist them?  Can't you hear them?  ::looks at Goodgrief searchingly::

OPS_Ens_Grant says:
::She cannot help but wonder if the Captain does not take suggestions from his staff... ever. He seems rather stubborn:: CO: Aye, sir. ::She shakes her head and continues with her duties::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::collapses on the bed and instantly sleeps::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::looks up at the lights, remembering::

TO_Tribble says:
::Goodgrief blinks hard and stares at the XO:: XO: Sir, are you saying they control your actions?

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::glares::  Goodgrief:  Leave me be.  I'm off duty.  ::resumes playing::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::pulls the little wax ear pieces out as they are not really helping and continues to fly the ship shaking her head as the little Tweezles are annoying her telepathically::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The Tweezles continue their chant, lulling more into the trance. One-quarter of the crew is reported as being affected in some manner.

Host Coot says:
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Host Coot says:
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