Woops should have mentioned that, yeah I'm on the NA server.

My mind was cluttered. All I could hear was noise. I tried concentrating trying desperately to pick out one recognizable sound. It was not there. My head hurt, instinctively I reached for my temple. It didn't feel like my temple at all...it was....metal! My senses starting returning except for all that damn noise in my head. Then I heard it. We are Borg. You Have been assimilated. Your designation is One of Seven. Your consciousness has been downloaded to the collective....then all went black again....

"He's in shock. We have to get him to sickbay immediately." Colin yelled.

"Calm down Fairchild, we are ready to go. We have to get out of this room. The shielding is blocking communications with the ship. Can we move him yet?"

"Yes I have stabilized for transport, help me pick him up."

Hargrave and Colin grabbed Jeremy and made for the corridor. Fortunately they had eliminated the three Borg that had beamed in while Jeremy was investigating the dying one in the corner. He had apparently, assimilated Jeremy and then expired. "Wait...the tricorder!" Colin ran back in the room grabbed the tricorder and ran back out. Once in the corridor they were able to contact the ship for transport.

"3 to beam directly to sickbay!"

They put Jeremy in a medical bed and contacted the bridge. We were unable to set up the charges can we destroy the facility from here Chief?

"Aye, these new Torpedos will drill down and take out the entire facility and anything for 200 meter's in diameter. Firing now."

Colin immediately started to work on Jeremy. The ships Doctor came in. Jeremy's skin had already begun to...well to putrify.

"Step aside Colin I will take care of Jeremy."

Colin headed for the door. He saw a force field go up around the Doctor and Jeremy. He knew the Doctor had extensive experience with Borg victims. As he glanced back for the last time he saw more devices tearing through Jeremy's skin.

It was dark, the voices, the noise seemed to be calming down. I could start to make out an order to the madness. I felt something approaching. Well not approaching as I couldn't really see but I felt a presence. Then I saw her. My mind lit up and there she was. Scary, beautiful, wicked and disgusting. She had me now. I sensed her thoughts her desires. She wanted something but I was unsure what. Then it became clear. She was looking for information...Starfleet, Starship, numbers...she wanted command codes. Well I was not about to give that up. She started screaming, or maybe it was whining. I couldn't be sure. I resisted her glare until she called me by name. "You are One of Seven, You are Borg. Your consciousness has been downloaded..."

I cut her off. "I am One of Seven, WE are Borg. Resistance is futile." I couldn't believe I just said that. The noise began again and she departed.

I opened my eyes. The bright lights of sickbay stung my eyes. My head was pounding. I reached for my temple...the device...it was still there...apparently it had not been a bad dream. I tried to get up and found I could not move. Everything went black...

On Earth Spacedock

Admiral Graham Quinn was worried, what was supposed to be a family visit to Vulcan for one of his Ship Captains had gone sideways. Quinn was mindful of the significance of Bendai Syndrome having heard of the case of Ambassador Spock’s father, and now Sentak, the father of one of his more senior task force commanders, Vice-Admiral S’ynek of Vulcan, known as T’oi, was dying of it. Quinn let out a short stream of curses; S’ynek had not made it clear to anyone that he was also in a Pon Farr cycle. An almost unbelievable set of circumstances that no one could have predicted, and information was not in abundant supply, but the Acting Captain of the Carl Sagan, Commander Umax, had made it clear that for some reason, S’ynek was dying from the uncompleted mating cycle. Quinn stared into his large aquarium at a Tiger Fish, not only did the fish have deadly poison spines it was considered a rare delicacy to eat. Incorrect ritual preparation always resulted in death. Like love among Vulcans, he surmised.

“Admiral Quinn? Admiral Brooks for you.”

“Patch him through, Commander.”

Turning to his comm screen, Quinn saw a much harried Chief of Starfleet Medical, Leon Brooks.

“Graham, I have good news and bad news, first the good news I know of one supremely qualified Counselor to handle this crisis. He wrote up a treatise on the Pon Farr in the Starfleet Medical Journal that is required reading for all of my personnel that study Vulcan physiology and Ship’s Counselors. He is also a surgeon, and I would have loved to have him under my command. Which leads me to the bad news…he’s one of yours, Narciso Neves-Heliree. Remember the Adonis?”

“I know him Leo, I remember reading his debriefing on that nasty bit of business. Took command of the ship long enough to evacuate the crew, received injuries…I stole him from you, right?”

“Something I will never forgive you for, Quinn. If you had only taken either S’ynek or Heliree I wouldn’t have the shortage of qualified senior officers to consider my replacement from, but I digress. If you want Heliree for this, and if you have a lick of sense you will, you need to order him to Vulcan. I can only say that he is the only name on the list. If anyone can save S’ynek it’s Heliree.”

“Thanks Leo, I owe you a big one.”

Tapping his combadge

“Quinn to Sulu, do you know where Lt. Commander Narciso Neves-Heliree is?”

“Yes sir, he is on the Borg front right where you ordered the USS Corona.”

“I need you to cut orders separating him from his ship for this. I can’t afford to pull the ship from the front so his Captain will have to do without a Counselor for now. In the meantime, send the fastest transwarp capable ship to pick him up and go directly to Vulcan. We don’t have time for the bloody niceties, make sure the ship that goes to get him isn’t commanded by an asshole, send S’ynek’s medical records and the latest report from the CMO on the ground so Heliree gets up to speed fast.”

To be continued

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“I know you must have a million questions right now but, quite frankly, I don’t care. What I do care about are those weapons that you’re all carrying. Each of you is to put your phasers in the good doctor’s office.”

The officers were all looking at the screen in disbelief. Oren-De, however, remained calm. “And if we refuse?”

Maggie smiled. “I flood Sickbay with anesthezine gas. And while it be a lot of fun watching you all drop like flies, I have more important things to do right now.”

Oren-De looked at his staff and nodded. Each of them walked over to Redwing’s office and placed their weapons inside. When the last had been deposited, a force field shimmered into place, sealing them off.

“Thank you so much for your cooperation. We’ll be with you shortly so please, sit tight and enjoy the ride. Bye!”

The other Maggie on the screen gave Oren-De and his officers a sarcastic smile and a mocking wave before she disappeared. One by one, they turned from the screen to look at their Maggie, who was still staring dumbfounded at where her doppelganger had appeared.

“I don’t suppose you have a twin sister we should know about...?” asked Red.

“No, not that I’m aware of,” Maggie responded, still too much in shock to register that had been Red’s attempt at humor.

Oren-De, who had gone back to work on his console, raised an eyebrow at a result on the screen. “Apparently Ms. Matoya is not the only person with a duplicate aboard. The ship’s records show that I was relieved of command twenty-five minutes ago by Commander Sadda and Dr. Redwing, as I am apparently medically unfit for duty.”

War and Red looked at each other in shock, then at Oren-De.

“That requires both of us to give authorization codes by voice,” thought Red aloud. “So there are at least three duplicates of us on board...”

“... or one person who can assume at least three of our identities,” finished War. “But who or what would be capable of that? I suppose the Undine coul--”

“Unfortunately, we don’t have time to debate this,” interjected Oren-De. “We are quickly running out of time to stop this ship. Mr. Shrel, I trust that our... other Maggie... has locked Sickbay’s doors?”

Shrel, who was already at Sickbay’s only exit, nodded as he entered a command into the doorside panel. “Yes, Captain. Probably as soon as the ship alerted her to our beam-in.”

“Then we need another way out. Dr. Redwing, this is your Sickbay. Any ideas of how to escape?”

Red looked around until his eyes landed on one of the walls opposite the doors. “Well, there is a Jeffries tube access panel over there. We should be able to get out that way.”

“Captain, it’s likely that guards are on their way to prevent us from doing exactly that. If we’re gone when they arrive, they will use the ship’s sensors to find and stop us,” said Shrel.

Red snapped his fingers. “Actually, I have an idea for that. While we may be locked out of the bridge’s controls, they likely haven’t locked us out of Sickbay’s,” he said as he walked over to a computer console. He entered a few commands and grinned as the Emergency Medical Hologram suddenly appeared next to him.

“Please state the nature of the medical emergency,” requested the hologram, who currently took the form of a blond-haired human woman.

“How does that help us?” asked Will. “If we’re all gone and she’s here, they’ll know we escaped.

Maggie smiled as she caught on to Red’s plan. “... we won’t all escape. Only one of us will go, and we’ll use the hologram as a stand-in. “

Oren-De nodded. “Excellent idea. Volunteers?”

“I’ll go,” spoke up War. “I’ve been through the Jeffries tubes more times than I care to admit. I can move the fastest through the ship and have the best chance of sabotaging her effectively.”

“Agreed. I leave the best course of action up to you, then. Speed is your top priority.”

War gave an affirmative and quickly moved toward the Jeffries tubes. Red, glancing anxiously at War, typed a few new commands into his console. The EMH disappeared for a brief moment, reappearing looking exactly like War’en.

“Be careful, War,” Red said as War knelt down and removed the panel in front of the tube’s entrance..

War looked up at Red. He quickly stood back up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “You too. I’ll be as fast as I can.”

With that, War knelt back down and crawled into the Jeffries tube. Red wasted no time in replacing the panel cover. He stood back up and looked at the EMH.

“You’re covering for Commander Sadda. Act like him, but don’t speak unless you’re spoken to. Just... keep a low profile.”

The EMH gave Red a baffled look. “Act? That isn’t in my protocols. I’m programmed to be a doctor, not a thespian.”

“I don’t care. Mess this up and I’ll have your digital guts for garters,” growled Red. “Unless, of course, you like being stolen.”

“Stolen? Who is steal--”

The doors to Sickbay suddenly opened. Red and Shrel, much to their surprise, were now looking at themselves carrying phaser rifles. The two stepped through the doors, which shut behind them. The two Shrels looked at each other with mutual distrust. The other Red, however, looked at his counterpart and grinned.

“Oh, now this is freaky! Just when you think you’ve seen it all. Alright, all of you, get together over there. Now.”

The officers looked to Oren-De, who simply nodded and moved to where the other Red had ordered. As his officers joined him, the other Shrel kept his weapon pointed at them. However, the holographic War’en and Red were intercepted by Red’s counterpart, who looked at them with an amused grin. As the other Red eyed the two of them, Red did his best to suppress the urge to glance at the hologram. Finally, the other Red smirked and raised a suggestive eyebrow.

“You know... you don’t get an opportunity like this every day. When we get where we’re going, I’ll make a note to have some fun with you two.”

Red looked at his double with disgust. The holographic War’en merely reacted with some confusion, but did as he was told and kept his mouth shut. The other Red grinned in amusement at their reactions.

“Wow, they weren’t kidding. You people really are wound tight on this side. Well, your loss.”

The other Red gave his counterpart a light double-tap on the cheek with his hand before moving over to a nearby console. After placing a padd on the console’s surface, he began entering commands, but had positioned himself so as to block the others from seeing what exactly he was doing. Oren-De eyed the duplicate of his ship’s doctor for a moment, then broke the silence.

“You said, ‘this side’. This side of what?”

The other Shrel pointed his rifle at Oren-De. “Quiet. You will only speak when we ask you a question.”

Oren-De looked at the other Shrel. “You’re a perfect duplicate of Mr. Shrel. The same goes for your Dr. Redwing.”

At this, the other Redwing let out a loud laugh and looked over his shoulder at Oren-De. “Doctor Redwing. That sounds so bizarre. Still...” and at this he looked over at Red, “I bet our grandmother would have liked the sound of it.”

Red raised an eyebrow. “Would have?”

The other Red raised an eyebrow in turn, his cocky demeanor vaporized. “Huh. Mags was right. This place is like a funhouse mirror.”

The console the other Red was working on suddenly beeped. His smirk returned, the other Red picked up his padd and quickly made for the exit to Sickbay. He only stopped next to the other Shrel to issue a curt command.

“Keep them out of trouble. It should be any moment now.”

With that, the other Red left Sickbay, leaving the Pandora’s crew under the gun of Shrel’s doppelganger. Maggie, who was standing with Oren-De at the front of the group, whispered to him.

“Captain... I think I know where they’re from.”

Oren-De nodded. “As do I. However, for now, keep an eye out for an opening. If what their Dr. Redwing said is true, we are running out of t--.”

“Hey!” the other Shrel interrupted. “Keep quiet. This is set to kill. Next person to talk... gets vapori--”

Suddenly, the Pandora bucked wildly. Everyone in Sickbay was thrown to the ground and into walls and beds as the inertial dampeners failed to compensate for the ship’s violent motions. The other Shrel was lifted off his feet and slammed into the doors of Sickbay.

When it finally stopped, Shrel and Oren-De were the first back to their feet. Seeing where their guard had landed, the two rushed him. However, the other Shrel caught their movement and quickly jumped back to his feet. He angrily pointed the gun toward Oren-De and walked toward him.

“Dumb move. Time to pay.”

The other Shrel’s finger began to squeeze the trigger when he suddenly jerked. His eyes rolled up toward the back of his head and his hands went limp. He and the phaser rifle fell to the ground in a heap, leaving the holographic War’en behind him, his right hand still next to where the other Shrel’s neck had been. Holo War lowered his hand and looked at the crew with an air of nonchalance.

“I’m programmed with the entirety of the Starfleet Medical database, which includes Vulcan techniques for the pacification of hostile patients as well as the details of Bajoran physiology. And Mr. Shrel here was proving to be most hostile.”

I have tried to start foundry projects but I can't seem to grasp the creation concept. I don't suppose there are any video type tutorials out there to help noobs delv into the foundry? I am going to do a search on YouTube. If I find something I may post it here.

EDIT: I found some videos that give a basic understanding of the tool. I am going to keep searching.

As we approached Drayden I called for long range scans. Specifically I was looking for signs of other ships or any type of life. "One life sign,Sir, very faint". This is odd, there should have been something.

"Sir...Starfleet on coded channel."

"Put it through to my ready room."

I entered my ready room...My Ready Room. While I liked the sound of that I couldn't help but feel heavy and my thoughts switched to the captains last moments...

"Jeremy?"

"Admiral." This was the commandant of Starfleet academy. I was very close to him throughout my studies and wanted very much to make him proud of my accomplishments.

"I am sorry to have heard of the events with Captain Richards, he will be sorely missed Commander. How's the Crew holding up?"

"Well they seem to be doing okay but Colin can sense their despair both with the Captains loss and the mission, sir. Wait....Commander? I don't deserve that rank...yet."

"Well you didn't deserve the loss of your Captain. Or the instant responsibility of 149 other lives but there you are. Jeremy this mission is vital to Starfleet. You must go down to the planet surface. There is some intelligence there that Starfleet cannot let fall to the enemy, if it hasn't already...I am sending you coordinates for a cave located in the northern hemisphere. Find a computer console and download the contents, set charges and get out of there. Here is the encryption file you need for the download. The New Hampshire is on her way. When she arrives beam over to her and meet with Captain Arun. Give him the data. Beam back and return immediately to port."

"Aye Sir. Our initial scans show only one life sign and it is very faint. We are approaching the planet now. Frost Out."

Exiting to the bridge I started barking orders. "Number One you have the bridge. Colin you're with me. Lt. Hargrave go and get three phaser rifles and meet us in transporter room 1. Helm maintain standard orbit."

Colin and I entered the turbo lift. "deck 6".

We entered transporter room 1. I handed the coordinates to the ensign on duty. "Attempt to maintain transporter locks on the away team. Energize."

We found ourselves in a cave. Well not a cave really it was more like the hallway of a starship. I brought out my tricorder and started scanning. I found our faint life sign. It is not so faint and it is Borg.

"Frost to Anderson...silence..."

We started to make our way down the corridor. There was a sudden and abrupt shaking. "It seems this area is not very stable". We continued along the passage until we came across an opening. It was a large room full of various cargo containers and one solitary computer console. Colin was scanning as I set my tricorder on the console. "Sir, 3 Borg are headed this way." I quickly scouted the area. I saw a thin red laser line over in the corner. "Cover the entrance and try to get communications with the ship". I walked over to the corner and saw an injured Borg. This was not one of the planets inhabitants, that was clear. I raised my weapon but stopped short of firing. It had a strange look on its face. Not the typical I am going to assimilate you look. Sparks were flying out of its chest cavity. This one was about to die. I turned to look for Colin and felt a pain in my neck then I blacked out...

Chapter VIII: Unfamiliar Door

Semil paused at the unfamiliar door. The alert klaxons blared to no one in particular in the corridor, even though Semil had little doubt it was for him. As he crouched in the doorway, he stared intently at the two Gorn that had cautiously entered the hallway ahead of him.

It was clear they hadn't yet seen him; Gorn preferred to rush their opponents, relying on brute physical prowess. Having only the element of surprise, it was clear he would have to act quickly, instinctually. No time for planning or strategizing beyond recognizing that he could never win against a Gorn in very close quarters. He would have to stay quick and strike precisely to overcome their sheer reach and strength. He gripped the blade of the mek'leth tighter in preparation.

From his crouch, Semil lept forward at the nearer Gorn. Leading with his momentum, his right arm swept forward with the blade; his eyes intent on making sure the edge reached its target.

With the strength of his legs and stride reaching up through his spine into the blade through his arm, the blade slashed at the Gorn's inner thigh just as he growled out recognition of the Vorta in his vision.

Without having to look, Semil knew that the strike had been a success. The warm spurt against his face and neck as he continued to accelerate could only mean that he had managed to sever the Gorn's femoral artery. He would have to hope and trust that he had also managed to cut a tendon or two in order to immobilize the gargantuan reptile just long enough for him to take care of his partner.

Coming up on the second Gorn, approaching a full sprint, he could just make out the putrescent smell of his breath - some unholy combination of rotten fish. The breath came just ahead of the impressive roar the creature let out, as it drew its arms back and out in order to strike with its claws.

This would be his only real chance. With one last thrust of all of the strength in his legs, Semil leapt, hoping to time the kick of his legs in the air just right. With his legs springing forward into the middle of the belly of the creature, the Gorn stumbled back.

Semil had not quite anticipated the solid bulk of the massive reptile, sending him wobbling as he splayed out his free hand to assist with landing. At least the attack had not gone fully awry, he thought as he steadied his balance.

He looked up to assess the condition of the second Gorn, who had tripped up on his own feet as he reeled backwards. So not enough of a kick to knock him off his feet by itself, but enough to take advantage of this particular one's clumsiness. Semil thought to himself that he would have to reconsider the force of luck in the nature of the universe, at some later date.

For now, he would have to finish the immediate task at hand for that later date to arrive. He sprinted ahead again at the Gorn, who had just splayed his own hands at his side to try and get up.

Big mistake. With only a few steps to build speed, Semil dove down atop the mammoth beast, aiming the weight of his landing into the handle of the blade, which he steadied with both hands, prepared to meet the resistance of armor, if not the tough reptilian hide the Gorn were so famous for.

Semil could hear the cracking of ribs, over the Gorn's wails not long before he felt the dull thud of his own body landing atop the Gorn.

A hot sting on his shoulders must've meant the Gorn had managed to start a desperate swipe with his claws before being pinned by the blade. It had all happened fast enough that Semil could only hope that the balance of injury was on his side.

Though not having shut his eyes, it still took a moment for the Vorta to recognize he had succeeded. The Gorn's muscular arms weakened and slowly began to fall to the side. Semil could feel the rasp of their scales as the strength behind them fell silent.

Silent too, was the Gorn's voice - as the shrieking wail weakened to a viscous gurgle, then a last sigh. Semil let go of the blade long enough to right himself and stand, noting the mek'leth positioned perpendicular to the midsection of the now unmoving reptile. Maybe not a lethal blow to the heart, but surely dissecting the Gorn's aorta had to have worked just as well.

Stepping down on the side of the reptile's torso to gain some traction, Semil reached down with both hands to yank the blade free. The deep red pool beneath his feet started to grow faster as the blade wrenched free, no longer obstructing the free flow of the now dead creature's blood.

Righting himself again with the mek'leth now in hand, Semil took notice of the long, deep gashes along the sides of his upper arms; the left side worse than the right. The Gorn's claws had done some impressive damage, despite the reptile's ultimate disadvantage.

Semil could feel the distant echo of the pain, but noted that he still retained most of his range of motion. He supposed this is what the 'looks worse than it is' line he kept hearing from his Jem'Hadar meant.

The squeal behind him reminded Semil of the first Gorn. He turned to look, and found the creature shrieking and writhing on the corridor floor, clutching its thigh as he lay in his own growing pool of blood. The creature's tail thrashed about uselessly.

So he had not managed to bleed out, after all. Just the same, best to take care of this quickly before moving on.

With the Gorn clearly more focused on trying to control his own bleeding, Semil found it possible to creep up to him, staying out of line of sight in spite of the reptile's side-positioned eyes.

The creature still did not give any indication it had seen him when Semil stepped down on the creature's nearer arm with one foot, and and with a single movement, slashed the blade down, across, and through the Gorn's neck.

The creature's wails turned to shrieks and gurgles as it spasmed and convulsed in place before coming to rest.

He had some vague memories of disemboweling a Nausicaan further back. Maybe a Lethean, too? Nevermind - the immediate task was getting out of the corridor, and out of sight.

He was decidedly unclear, as with so many things in his present circumstances, why he had been drawn in this direction. But his certainty and clarity were crystalline and perfect.

The access panel popped out with a touch, granting him access to the actuator circuitry guiding the door mechanism. Bypassing the security lockouts was a trivial matter, certainly moreso than the uncertainty that lay behind the door. More guards, perhaps.

The panels of the door gave way with a disgruntled sigh, and he stepped through.

Inside, an office or laboratory of some sorts gave him access to numerous control panels, and behind those, a bank of darkened monitors.

Curiosity merged with pragmatism, as he stepped towards the consoles gingerly. With a few keystrokes, the panel alighted with information, glowing orange against his pale, ashen skin. Status reports, medical records, personnel files, some kind of database of recordings...?

A few more keystrokes, and the bank of monitors behind him awoke, displaying vaguely familiar sights. He recognized his bunk after a few moments, despite having never quite appreciated it from that angle. Only then did Semil recognize his own figure laying in it - asleep. On the next monitor, he was seated alone at the small dinette -- breakfasting, he'd imagined.

On and on, the displays went - timestamped differently, with no one else appearing other than himself.

Semil had suspected this was no ordinary incarceration or imprisonment; clearly this was only the first clear evidence to compel him to look further.

He turned his attention back to the control panel, his fingers dancing over the keypads with new determination.

The displays scrolled through file directories - he knew he had little time before having to continue on.

He paused, spotting something and scrolling back to it.

"Project Overview", it was titled. It can't really be this simple, can it?

Semil's eyes widened as he began skimming through the file, taking note of the numerous cross-linked files.

It occurred to him that whoever's office this was, clearly had some weight and authority in matters. On a whim, he tried inputting few commands, and he found he could track the movements of personnel throughout the compound.

The files would have to wait. He keyed in download commands into the database, taking note of the bank of isolinear processors and memory crystals beneath the console. He reached for the blade while staring intently at the map of the facility, paying close attention to the few icons moving through it.

As I entered the captains ready room I instantly noted the dim lights. The captain was staring out the window, a cup of coffee in one hand and a padd in the other.I could see his reflection in the port window and even in the dim light noticed his swollen eyes and wet cheeks.

"Captain?"

"Ah Number 1..." the captain said choking back a sob. He tossed the padd in my direction. "My family is lost." he began to sob.

I quickly lifted the padd and began to read. I didn't know the captain at all nor did I know of his family. According to the text on the padd a small m-class planet called Dreydan had been assimilated. His family, now part of the Borg Collective. My eyes began to water and tears streamed down my face. I approached the captain not sure what to say or do.

"Situation Report, Number One."

"Sir, the ship is ready for departure on your orders."

"It's time we get the hell out of here and do our jobs, Number One"

"Aye Sir"

I handed the padd back to the captain and placed a hand on his shoulder. He nodded and I exited to the bridge.

The bridge was silent. Colin rushed over, sensing the waves of emotion that had passed between me and the captain. I steadied myself and settled into the big chair. "Helm set course for Drayden....maximum warp! Chief can I see you and Mr. Frost in the conference room please."

We entered the conference room silently. Colin had a distressed look on his face. "Sit down gentlemen." The chief, who had previously met me with disdain, had a calm and peaceful look on his face. "The Captain has briefed me on a troubling issue we must now figure out how to rectify. Drayden has been assimilated by the Borg. This includes the Captains family. I am in command of this vessel until we arrive..."

The sound of Red Alert rand through the ship. "unauthorized phaser fire on deck 1".

"Computer! Exact location of the phaser fire!"

"Unauthorized Phaser fire in the Captains ready room."

"Colin attend to the Captain report back to me immediately."

Colin rushed out. "Mr. Anderson...for some reason you don't like me very much. I am not sure why and right now I don't give a damn. I need to know everything there is to know about this ship and now. I have not had a chance to learn everything yet. Please give me the run down.Our lives depend on it".

"Sir, I don't like you. Not even a little bit. Colin and I were friends for a very long time,in fact we were...."

"Lovers" I interrupted.

"Yes. I have not got completely over him yet. That is neither here nor there at this moment." Colin burst into the room.

"There is nothing left of the Captain except a pile of ash. He shot him self point blank with the phaser on maximum stun. The beam was so hot that by time he turned to dust the phaser melted." With that he left the room.

"Ok chief, here it is. You have a job to do. I expect your best regardless of how you feel towards me. Can yo do that?"

"Aye sir.....Captain."

"Do we have the arsenal to fight the Borg in this ship?"

"Yes Sir. Phase modulating anti-proton beam arrays fore and aft and photons sir, of the like you have never seen before. Ablative shielding in addition to the phase variable, frequency rotating shields. These shields are special captain, rather than wrap around the ship 4 ways these shields wrap AND overlap 8."

"Good, I am counting on you Number One." I smiled a little as I said that. "To your station please and if you believe in god pray for us!"

Very NICE, Narciso! We have so many wonderful and talented members on this website. I am eagerly awaiting the next story! :cheer:

Welcome to the Stonewall family, Elijah. This is a great group of people and I believe you will enjoy gaming with us! ;) We have many helpful members and hopefully, will be able to help you out with topics important to your fleet. :)

Sundays don't work particularly well for me, but my life is crazy with my Masters work anyhow...

Sundays would be awesome for me, but I could also work out doing it during the week if it started a little later, like after 7pm central. (I have to cook dinner every night, as I'm the only competent chef in the house. If I don't, the people starve.)

My ex only has an associates graphic arts and has landed many movie deals here in Los Angeles. SOme of it is who you know and some of it is what you know and how well you do it.

I am assuming you play on the NA servers?

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((He's losing the fight, Master Sentak. You know the symptoms well, first his control is taken away by the Pon Farr, then the vital organs start to shut down, and finally the brain shuts down completely. He must find this man that he loves or he will die, and there is nothing medically I can do to prevent it, except slow it down.))

(How long does he have Doctor?)

((I can keep him in the first phase for no more than a week, then his bodily organs start to shut down...that phase takes another week maybe less, he is fighting with everything he has, after that...no guarantees from me. It would be up to a Vulcan physician to bring him back by that time. I am considered one of the foremost human experts on Vulcan physiology, but I am not a Vulcan.))

(Do you know anyone that can arrest this process?)

((Yes, I read a paper published by a Starfleet Physician and Counselor, if I recall correctly he is part Vulcan. I have already requested Admiral Quinn send him here. He also knows something about Bendai Syndrome as I recall.))

(Any idea when this Doctor will be here?)

((No, but Quinn will get him here...))

(Do you know his name?)

((Of course, Master Sentak...his name is unusual and easy to remember. Narciso...I don't know his rank, but he has an excellent reputation in the Science branch.))

(Well for S'ynek's sake, I hope he is on his way)

Gasping for breath, T'oi regained consciousness.

"No! NO!!!

Crying uncontrollably....inconsolable.

"He can't see me this way...!!! Not this way!!! Please Father!!

Sentak, with remarkable physical strength, grabbed his son preparing for the mind meld, and gasped when the connection was established.

"Your mind to my mind, your thoughts to my thoughts, peace, son. I am here, you need to be calm"

Still weeping, T'oi started to calm down, as the meld was established. Shortly thereafter, his breathing calmed...and he fell asleep..with a troubled frown on his face.

"Well Doctor, I know who the man he loves is."

"Who?"

(to be continued)

The doors of the turbo lift whooshed open and the two men caught the first glimpse of their new bridge. For a ship that was centuries old this bridge didn’t resemble the first designs in any way. It was completely updated and reconfigured. The stepped off the turbo lift and were met by the Captain himself.

“Boy am I glad to see you two!” He exclaimed. “Welcome aboard, I am Captain Terence Richards. This is the completely redesigned Miranda Class cruiser. She has been refit for science and long term exploration. We have a very small crew compliment of 150. Our weapon systems and warp engines are top of the line redesigns built specifically for this ship. Please join me in my ready room after you have had a look around.”

Jeremy approached the con then walked over to one of the three science stations. Glancing quickly at the screens he moved towards operations and then tactical. The redesign of this bridge was very similar to that of a Galaxy Class Starship only slightly smaller. The controls and computer screens were of a new design, a design he was not quite familiar with and had only seen at the academy by accident. He and Colin had ducked into one of the new simulators for a quick make out and realized they were in a simulator not used by cadets yet. Colin had been looking around the bridge as well and come across the same conclusion at the same time Jeremy did. They looked at one another and crossed to the Captains ready room.

“Ensign Frost” the Captain started. “You have been highly recommended to me by one of your former commanders at the academy. You are promoted to Lt. Commander and are now my First Officer. Forget what you thought you came here for. Your first order is to greet the oncoming bridge officers and help them familiarize themselves with the new bridge. They will be here in 2 hours and since you have never seen this bridge before you’d better learn fast…”
“But Captain…”Jeremy interrupted.

“No buts get to work!” Captain Richards barked back. “Situation report is due in 2 ½ hours.”

“Yes Sir!” Jeremy exclaimed and exited back to the bridge.
“Mr. Fairchild you also came highly recommended by the same commanding officer who recommended Frost. It seems you two are inseparable. Anything I should know, Ensign?” he paused for answer.
“Uh…nnno sir.” Colin stammered.

“Not what I hear. If I understand these reports clearly you and Mr. Frost are involved in a romantic relationship. Says here you were caught unknowingly inside one of the new simulators…yes Ensign we have eyes everywhere. To that end it was recommended that we keep you two together. Seems it may be good for your moral and I might get some work out of the two of you.” He smiled, “Oh yeah Lt. Commander you’d better get out there and assist your buddy this ship launches in 4 hours”

“Thank you sir, we’ll be ready and launch on time.” Colin stated as he turned and exited to the bridge.

Jeremy was already fiercely attacking the command center at his seat (Next to the big chair) as Colin approached. He had got the hang of the new interface in a few minutes and was furiously prepping the rest of the stations. The starship was already mostly powered. The Warp Nacelles were not. He inquired of the computer, “Computer, ship crew status.”

“There are 40 crew members aboard the U.S.S Green Bow.” The computer responded.

“Display crew manifest on main view screen Highlighting engineering team.” Jeremy requested. The main view screen lit up and began to display a list of names in each department. The engineering department list brightened.
Jeremy tapped his com badge, “Bridge to Chief Anderson”.

There was a pause…”Anderson here.”

“Chief I need a situation report in half an hour” stated Jeremy.

“I can give you one right now Lt. Commander”, replied the chief. “The Green Bow will be ready to launch in one hour. Bringing warp nacelles online now, sir.” And with that the whir of the engines took over and the power grid highlighted on the con.

“Thanks Chief impeccable timing! Bridge out.” Jeremy stated.

The turbo lift doors opened and a young Vulcan woman stepped on to the bridge. “S’Pan reporting for duty” she stated.

Glancing at the view screen for clues as to who this young Vulcan was, Jeremy stood up and crossed to greet her. “Welcome aboard please find your station and I will assist you with your identity marking, Ensign”.
This went on for another 2 hours until the bridge was completely staffed. The new crew had familiarized themselves with the new consoles and turbo lift doors opened for the last time before launch.

“Chief Anderson!” Colin exclaimed. He had known the chief at the academy but had seen very little of him due to the secret nature of the chiefs education. ”I had no idea you were the chief of this ship. I am so glad! And now I understand why we saw little of you at the academy.”

“I spent most of my time in the engine room below, sir. I was responsible for the refit of the ship.” It seemed like the markings down either side of the chiefs face glowed for a moment.

“Let me introduce you to Lt. Commander Frost and our new Executive Officer” Colin stated.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you in person, Chief.” Jeremy stated.

“Charmed.” Said the chief; not bothering to hide his distaste for the new XO.

“Number 1 please join me in my ready room”, the captains voice piped over the com.

“On my way, sir” replied Jeremy…

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