From: Katrina L. Browne (kbrowne_at_wellesley.edu)
Date: Sun Dec 09 2007 - 02:50:19 PST
-=(^)=- “State of Confusion” Con’t From PATRIOT’s: “96” -=(^)=- Location: GS-2 Stardate: 2.71209.0911 Scene: Operations Module Time Index: Immediately After upper section of Ops disconnected One moment before, Ops had been filled with the buzz of officers trying to fight a war with a skeleton crew, in no small part due to the near attempted revolt that had foreshadowed the Dominion’s occupation attempt. Orders, suggestions, and status reports had flown around the cavernous room. Commander Learna Teague had controlled the crew’s hapless attempts to win a more than pitched battle. The sound of the GATEWAY’s own consoles mutinying against the onslaught of the Dominion’s weaponry was like silence in comparison. Lieutenant Eishnala sh’Kor lay disorientated for a moment. Trying to recall, as if through one of the infamous blizzards of the Inkesh region of her home planet, why she was laying here in this oddly confounding silence. In the darkness, a smell that was both new and sickenly familiar reached the security officer. Smoke intermingled with ozone and the odor of scorched flesh. The Andorian woman passed a quick hand over her features. It lingered for a moment on her forehead as her hand hesitantly slicked through what could only be blood. Eishnala’s suspicions were confirmed as she felt the cool substance bead down her nose and on to her lips. The taste of sweat laced with cobalt was not a particularly new one to the young officer. The Chief of Security then noticed the sensation of weight on one of her lower legs. Pushing herself upright, the cerulean woman groped through the smoke. Long fingers brushed against the cool surface of metal. As a console closer to her issued another arching shower of sparks, Lieutenant Kor made out the shape of what rested heavily on her leg. One of the tactical station’s support trusses had come detached during the series of explosions that had left Ops in darkness. Its twisted form now glimmered menacingly. “A meter to the left…” Eishnala muttered under her breath as she heaved the weight off and then used the one standing tress to pull herself up. “Is everyone alright?” -=(^)=- Time Index: After Mav’s teams have inserted A man dressed in the combat fatigues of the Starfleet Marine Corps motioned with his rifle. “It’s a simple question. Who’s in charge here?” Lieutenant Yao frowned for a moment before motioning at the body, “She *was*.” “Some how I think she’s been relieved of duty,” a slightly snarky response issued from Ensign Crichton. “Colonel, do you mind pointing your weapons elsewhere? Last I checked, none of us were Jem’Hadar,” Eishnala said. “From what we last heard, none of you are Starfleet either. Now who is the ranking officer here?” Mav asked, though he made certain to leave the impression that it was more of a command rather than a query. “I’m the ranking officer in Ops. I believe Commander McInnis is the ranking officer on the station, though there have been some changes to that recently,” the Security officer said as she pressed her antennae back. An immediate sense of dislike formed in her mind concerning the pushy marine with weapons pointed at her head. Eishnala had never pictured that she’d be on the business end of a Starfleet rifle. The colonel frowned for a moment before asking, “Where is Captain Kane?” “Your guess is as good as any of ours,” Ensign Crichton chimed in. One of Mav’s men barked, “What exactly doe that mean?” The Chief of Security addressed her comments solely to the marine commander, ignoring the younger, uppity man. “I wish I could tell you. Before the fighting, Captain Kane attempted to address a gather of civilians and collapsed. He then just…disappeared,” she added lamely, groping for the best description. “People don’t just disappear,” another Marine said flatly. “Yeah, just like stable wormholes and alien gods just don’t disappear,” the de facto Engineering chief noted. “Look, this is pointless. We have bigger problems to deal with. As your own mentioned, we still have Jem’Hadar scattered through the station. Perhaps you don’t remember your history, but I some how doubt they’re going to be very respectful of the civilian/military divide,” Lieutenant Kor pointed out. Mav shrugged, “Mop up work. There ships have already bugged out.” Lieutenant Yao’s eyes flashed for a moment in surprise, “The Dominion has pulled out?” The Colonel’s answer was cut short as Eishnala demanded the location of Xana Bonviva from the computer that she hoped was still somewhat functional. It was not an unreasonable hope considering the module design of the station. It was unlikely that computers and sensors would have universally failed on all modules, especially in light of the fact that the Dominion had been trying to maintain the integrity of key operating systems. A hollow feminine voice issued in the darkness. “Ambassador Bonviva…” the computer’s titles and ranks had not be updated since the secession, “…is no where on the station.” “They still have her,” Yao said flatly. The brow of Maverick’s medic furrowed. “The sensors are probably faulty. Why would the dominion have a Federation Ambassador?” “The station’s sensors aren’t faulty,” Crichton said, before draining his tone of its defensiveness. “She went over to the lead vessel to negotiate terms with the Vorta leading the attack.” -=(^)=- Location: Dominion Vessel Scene: Bridge A knot formed in the stomach of an ambassador turned candidate for governor as she space morph from stationary stars into a blur of vector lines. -=(^)=- NRPG: While the Dominion may have pulled out of the fray for the moment, they still have a former Federation Ambassador (hope this is okay with you Sarah). -=(^)=- Katrina Browne kbrowne [at] wellesley [dot] edu Lieutenant Eishnala sh’Kor Chief of Security GS-2 From HyperNews_at_youth.net
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