[Mission] And So it Begins.. (Main Mission RP Thread)

[Tazgrent]

Location: Captain's Cabin

Grissom writhed on the floor of the Captain's Cabin; or at least, that's where he believed he was. The ship must have been attacked. That's the only explanation for the flames, and the smoke. The entire room was on fire. He could see, almost with his mind's eye, the bodies strewn around. Was the Captain amongst them? Was the ship now under his command? Grissom had no idea. "They'll be expecting me to take command!" he thought to himself, though he couldn't bring himself to stand up. And the smoke pushed him down so much he didn't see how he could even move. So much smoke... where had he ever seen this much smoke? Not since Chin'toka, on the Galaxy. He'd had to step up there too, hadn't he? Man the tactical station. But if he could do it then, why can't he do it now? Why can't he even bring his arms to move? He knows he's conscious, because he can see. He can see the faces of those around him. But they're burnt, red. How badly was the ship hit? The Captain, half of his face must be gone! And all the other department heads, their injuries can't have been survivable! But some of them are walking around, shouting! Before he can even comprehend what's happening, another burst of pain shoots through his veins and he blacks out again.

[Agamemnon]

Harrison woke up, and staggered upright. Thinking that whatever this was probably related to the engines, he rushed to the nearest transport and went to them. On the way he ran into Tharin.
'Hey, what's the issue? Can I help?'

TAG: Stig

[The Stig]

Tharin quickly returned to the console and spoke quickly to Harrison.

"Well, as far as I can tell, moving through the wormhole has ed with most of the ship's systems and most of the crew's heads, mine included. Now I'm trying not to pass out before finishing these modifications."

TAG: Aggy

[Agamemnon]

'Ah, alright then. Well, I passed out until about four minutes ago, so hopefully I can help you. What needs to be done?'

[The Stig]

"Yeah, that's one of the issues we've been having. Anyway, you know how to work a Engineering console?"

[Agamemnon]

'No, but I used to work on old cars back home as a hobby, and I know how to work the circuits in 'em. I can learn.'

[The Stig]

Tharin shut his eyes for a moment. Fantastic. He doesn't know how. He released a long, low breath.

"Just try and follow what it says to do on this datapad. Ask me if you have any questions and don't blow anything up."

[Agamemnon]

'Alright, I'll give it a shot.'
Harrison follows the datapad's vague instructions. It seems to be going well.

[Lord Rahl]

David frowned and he was beginning to feel worse again.

"I sure as hell do, you are not in the chain of command and you are certainly not fit enough to command this vessel. Neither am I for that matter."

Kampf's eyes were bloodshot, giving him a furious look. The flashbacks were not letting up but unlike some of the crew he was not totally out of it. He thanked his training early in his Starfleet Intelligence. He knew how to suppress traumatic events in the past but whatever was happening to him and the rest of the crew cared not for training of any kind.

Remembering the Chief Science Officer's communication, he pressed his comm badge.

"Stock, I've ordered us out of the wormhole as fast as we can. What the hell is going on with a solution?"

The Chief Tactical Officer's unwillingness to accept his command was something Kampf did not have patience for. He spoke back with a voice that sounded as if he had been shouting for hours. Had he been shouting in real life as he was in the flashbacks? He didn't know.

"Abbot, you might not like me taking command, but unless you have a problem with what I'm trying to do then I suggest you help the other crew members come up with some solution to this problem."

Every word and every breath was laborious. His muscles felt like jelly. To emphasize his point, he looked straight into Abbot's eyes.

"This is bigger than command. This is about making the right decisions to keep us ali..."

It had happened three times, the flashbacks to the Jem'Hadar cargo bay. No memory was worse this. Only his Starfleet Intelligence psychological training had been able to cure him of those horrific moments, to lock them away deep in his subconscious as if they were never there. Now it was as if he was back there doing it all again and could do nothing about it. No one knew. No one knew what he went through, what he experienced. Only a few in Starfleet Intelligence had knowledge of his missions during the Dominion War. A lot of people don't like his personality or his job, but he no longer cares. After that time in the cargo bay, anyone's opinions of him no longer mattered.



"Victory is life, human. Defeat is death. You, you have yet to experience death."

He was a shell of himself. His skin was cracked all over any exposed area from the terrible cold temperatures of space and unshielded radiation. He could no longer open his eyes. He actually couldn't feel them. He couldn't see.

Kampf had only been out of it for a few moments before he picked himself off of the floor, again. His jaw was clenched so hard it hurt his teeth. At least he could see. The latest optical implants could be thanked for that though he had yet to meet anyone who noticed.

"We have to get out of the wormhole, Abbot. Out! If we don't we'll not be able to solve anything. You want to have a problem with my command? Fine. But if you have a problem with me trying to keep us alive, you can go to hell."

David then with a deep sigh pressed the comm button on the ship consul.

"We need the EMH here to qualify who is fit for command on the bridge."

The EMH Mark V almost immediately walked over to Abbot and made a startling assessment. "It is unknown exactly how many of the ship's crew is affected. Reports are sporadic throughout the ship and seem random. It's my opinion that the command structure may be so depleted from the hallucinations that there is no official hierarchy at this time. Chief Science Officer Stock is currently in Engineering attempting to come up with a solution. Specifically, Kampf is not fit for command according to standard medical regulations, however, to my knowledge Chief Science Officer Stock has not yet assumed command."

Just as David was about to angrily reply the hallucination disappeared and he was once again looking at his console.

Pulling out a hypospray, the EMH made a proposition. "Kampf, Abbot, I wish to try a neural inhibitor to see if I can cease all unnecessary brain function. I believe this could stop the hallucinations. All necessary life functions will continue but conscious and subconscious will be severely affected. No harm will come via the hypospray to who I administer it to."

Kampf and Abbot looked at each other. They could tell each was conflicted with the proposition. Kampf would give anything to get rid of the hallucinations but he didn't want to be completely incapacitated and not help the ship and crew. From the look on Abbot's face, they both were thinking the same.

Kampf spoke first. "Abbot?"

Tom felt the hand on his shoulder, it was sweating profusely and the grip was slack.
"Just under a hour Sir."

Kampf gave a few assuring taps on Murphey's shoulder. It'd be no use solving anything if the couldn't pilot themselves out of the wormhole.

Sophia pointed her tricorder at herself:

"As I had suspected, not all crewmembers are affected. And I think I know why."

"Do we know the source of the hallucinations? I can possibly use a neural inhibitor to stop them." The EMH continued with his proposition just as it did on the bridge. "I wish to try a neural inhibitor to see if I can cease all unnecessary brain function. I believe this could stop the hallucinations. All necessary life functions will continue but conscious and subconscious will be severely affected. No harm will come to who I administer it to."

Sophia addressed the EMH in a stern voice:

"Is the Chief Medical Officer alright? He has the power to relieve any higher ranking personnel of his duties."

OOC: Since he hasn't posted in awhile, I'll just go with this.

IC: "Unfortunately, his Vulcan physiology has not prevented him from the hallucinations the crew is experiencing. He is also incapacitated. According to Starfleet Regulation 121, Section C, 'In the event the Chief Medical Officer is considered medically unfit for duty, the Emergency Medical Holographic Program has the power to relieve an officer or crewman of his or her duties.' I am now the only crew member with that authority."

[Diamat]

Lt jr grade La'Rat stumbles in
"Cmdr. I think what's happening is starting to affect Engineering I lost contact with my team observing....."
He collapses before he can continue

"Someone take him to sickbay!"

"Werf to von Stock, checking in."

"Ship to Ship communication systems down, and the translator seems to be having interference. Everyone at the bridge appears to be unconcious or having out of body experiences"

Werf says in a gruff voice.

"Are you affected?"

Kampf's eyes were bloodshot, giving him a furious look. The flashbacks were not letting up but unlike some of the crew he was not totally out of it. He thanked his training early in his Starfleet Intelligence. He knew how to suppress traumatic events in the past but whatever was happening to him and the rest of the crew cared not for training of any kind.

Remembering the Chief Science Officer's communication, he pressed his comm badge.

"Stock, I've ordered us out of the wormhole as fast as we can. What the hell is going on with a solution?"

"To make things short, I am working on a solution. I have a plan, but it will be extremely risky. But if we don't do it, much of our crew will die, and the ship might become inoperable. The crucial point will be when we engage warp. I need helm to engage full warp speed right when we are about to exit the wormhole. I am currently modifying the warp drive to create an altered warp field, which should hopefully create an antichroniton wave. Timing will be crucial. I am making the calculations right now, and I'll send them to the bridge once they are ready."

Sophia was thinking to herself that Kampf must think she was crazy. After all, she was trying to engage warp while in a wormhole--just what they tell you never to do in the manuals, since creating a subspace distortion within a subspace distortion could have unforeseeable consequences. Furthermore, she was altering the warp field. Sophia was thinking to herself that if he does not go along with this, she might be forced to take serious action.

"Do we know the source of the hallucinations? I can possibly use a neural inhibitor to stop them." The EMH continued with his proposition just as it did on the bridge. "I wish to try a neural inhibitor to see if I can cease all unnecessary brain function. I believe this could stop the hallucinations. All necessary life functions will continue but conscious and subconscious will be severely affected. No harm will come to who I administer it to."

"After scanning various crewmembers, and from my analysis of the sensors while we started to go through the wormhole, the source is a phase-cloaked ship going through the wormhole together with us."

Sophia begins working on a console while continuing to talk to the EMH:

"As we were entering the wormhole, the sensors were detecting extreme tetryon and chroniton radiation around our ship. Initially I thought the tetryon and chroniton increases simply to be a result of the wormhole; I believed the sensors were reading our ship’s interaction with those particles. Now, however, I believe that those particle readings are a direct result of a phase-cloaked ship penetrating our ship and going through the wormhole together with us."



"As you may know, there is a Federation tachyon detection grid surrounding the wormhole, so that cloaked ships will not secretly attempt to enter or exit the wormhole. The cloaked ship attempted to avoid being revealed by the grid by masking its tetryon and chroniton signatures. It was able to do so by phasing into our ship, consequently fooling the grid as well as our sensors."



She continued to talk while busily making calculations.


"Essentially, a phase cloak generates a subspace distortion. A wormhole does something very similar. What happens when two different subspace distortions interact? Well, nothing good, that is for sure. This is why we are not supposed to be at warp when entering a wormhole."



"To cut things short: many of our crew are in a state of biotemporal flux as a result of extreme chroniton exposure. These chronitons have somehow become interlinked with their very cells and DNA. Much the same goes for parts of the ship’s systems, because the Indefatigable uses bio-neural circuitry. Luckily, not all members of the crew are affected, and we seem to have control of the warp engines, since the phase-cloaked ship does not appear to have interacted with us there."


"In theory, we would have to create an antichroniton field to reverse the flux. You might be able to create several anticroniton serums, but you would never manage to create enough before much of the crew is already dead, and the ship might by then be destroyed. Indeed, a neural inhibitor might stop the hallucinations, but it won't stop the temporal reversion. I'm making the proper calculations to save the crew as we exit the wormhole by modifying the warpfield."

IC: "Unfortunately, his Vulcan physiology has not prevented him from the hallucinations the crew is experiencing. He is also incapacitated. According to Starfleet Regulation 121, Section C, 'In the event the Chief Medical Officer is considered medically unfit for duty, the Emergency Medical Holographic Program has the power to relieve an officer or crewman of his or her duties.' I am now the only crew member with that authority."

"If he interferes with my command, relieve him."

OOC: this conversation with the EMH is taking place before talking to Kampf.

[Adamat]

"Warp Core disabled for security measures! Ship slowing down. Engines situation is stable. Captain, What are the orders for engineering?"
Tag: MD or Kampf.

[Raglan]

Malic was walking the ship when his knees went funny. Straightening again he looks round and everything goes dark.

After a moment things come back into focus. And talking to herself Salis wonders what just happened. Then hearing the red alert she realises that she should be in the sickbay. She is head doctor afterall. Making her way down the hallways she wonders whats happened, she doesn't quite feel right, and somehow the corridors seem wrong. Then she realises that she's wearing the wrong uniform - a starbase uniform - which makes no sense, and even more than that it has yellow rather than blue features.

Entering sickbay she calls out.

'EMH activate, we have a problem and i need your help'

[Darkan]

Location: Security Office

All of a sudden, the room's light flickered. The door to the Armoury opened and...James' parents walked out of the Armoury, James' DEAD parents. He started to feel lightheaded, though he tried to focus, but then everything started to spin and instead of the Security Office, James found himself back on Earth, in his grandparents' house. "This is imposs..." and with that, James collapsed, falling to the floor and losing consciousness.

[Bucket of Lithium]

Decent fare. The replicator libraries are far more comprehensive than I'd have predicted. It'd been a long day, time moving through molasses and for periods stopping completely. By the time his shift had ended Tobias' eyes stung from shifting strings of numbers, van Stock so concentrated upon her own monitors to provide any relief from the doldrums. He'd proverbially leapt at the chance for supper. Reinsdyrsteik, my word. A few button presses and a tray of steak steamed from a slot, smelling of juniper berries. It was mouth watering.

Taking a seat Tobias set about devouring his steak, occasionally looking upwards from his meal at flickers of muted conversation around him, trying to avoid stray gazes. You’d best get to know your new crewmates Tobias. The thought a struck an odd dissonant cord. It sounded almost real, far off but close. And too familiar. Still, it is perhaps a good idea. Turning to his neighbour on the left his smile froze, before recoiling at the terror infested face glaring back. The man's veins stuck like cords from his neck, tightening in the fear that bulged his eyes, insect like and inhuman. Instinct set Tobias scanning the room, blue eyes flicking for any disturbance. Bemused he met the gaze uncomfortably again.

"Are you okay offic..." Realisation hit him hard in the chest, catapulting him backwards five years and millions of miles. With gritted teeth Tobias looked upon the face of Lieutenant Hannon in the light of day, rather than fevered dreams.

"You cold bastard Tobias!! Don't leave me here!" Hannon screamed, that force of mingled anger and fear breaking Tobias' resolve. His breathing became ragged, doubling over and losing sight of that purpling face, the flickering fire that grew in the corner. Then it was over. His temple thrummed constantly and nail marks scored the table from his grip.

A feverish scan saw others now rising from their own delusions. Others succumbing to them. His vision was doubled now, but functional, and fingers that felt overlarge found his comm badge.

"Contacting van Stock.." A buzzing noise as his finger slipped fatigued, strains of that day years past tearing at the muscles again. "Some...disturbance in the mess hall. Hallucinations I think. I am affected, around 20 others. Requesting orders. There's a console here, should you need to lock us do...." Breath rattling in his chest and again he was back aboard the USS-Mercury staring into that window and that cargo hold. Into those eyes. Lowering himself to the ground his knees moved up to his chest in a near foetal position, Hannon haunting him with those eyes, accusatory eyes.

Tag: Mess Hall, Sophia van Stock

[molonthegreat]

Kampf's eyes were bloodshot, giving him a furious look. The flashbacks were not letting up but unlike some of the crew he was not totally out of it. He thanked his training early in his Starfleet Intelligence. He knew how to suppress traumatic events in the past but whatever was happening to him and the rest of the crew cared not for training of any kind.

Remembering the Chief Science Officer's communication, he pressed his comm badge.

"Stock, I've ordered us out of the wormhole as fast as we can. What the hell is going on with a solution?"

The Chief Tactical Officer's unwillingness to accept his command was something Kampf did not have patience for. He spoke back with a voice that sounded as if he had been shouting for hours. Had he been shouting in real life as he was in the flashbacks? He didn't know.

"Abbot, you might not like me taking command, but unless you have a problem with what I'm trying to do then I suggest you help the other crew members come up with some solution to this problem."

Every word and every breath was laborious. His muscles felt like jelly. To emphasize his point, he looked straight into Abbot's eyes.

"This is bigger than command. This is about making the right decisions to keep us ali..."

It had happened three times, the flashbacks to the Jem'Hadar cargo bay. No memory was worse this. Only his Starfleet Intelligence psychological training had been able to cure him of those horrific moments, to lock them away deep in his subconscious as if they were never there. Now it was as if he was back there doing it all again and could do nothing about it. No one knew. No one knew what he went through, what he experienced. Only a few in Starfleet Intelligence had knowledge of his missions during the Dominion War. A lot of people don't like his personality or his job, but he no longer cares. After that time in the cargo bay, anyone's opinions of him no longer mattered.



"Victory is life, human. Defeat is death. You, you have yet to experience death."

He was a shell of himself. His skin was cracked all over any exposed area from the terrible cold temperatures of space and unshielded radiation. He could no longer open his eyes. He actually couldn't feel them. He couldn't see.

Kampf had only been out of it for a few moments before he picked himself off of the floor, again. His jaw was clenched so hard it hurt his teeth. At least he could see. The latest optical implants could be thanked for that though he had yet to meet anyone who noticed.

"We have to get out of the wormhole, Abbot. Out! If we don't we'll not be able to solve anything. You want to have a problem with my command? Fine. But if you have a problem with me trying to keep us alive, you can go to hell."




The EMH Mark V almost immediately walked over to Abbot and made a startling assessment. "It is unknown exactly how many of the ship's crew is affected. Reports are sporadic throughout the ship and seem random. It's my opinion that the command structure may be so depleted from the hallucinations that there is no official hierarchy at this time. Chief Science Officer Stock is currently in Engineering attempting to come up with a solution. Specifically, Kampf is not fit for command according to standard medical regulations, however, to my knowledge Chief Science Officer Stock has not yet assumed command."




Pulling out a hypospray, the EMH made a proposition. "Kampf, Abbot, I wish to try a neural inhibitor to see if I can cease all unnecessary brain function. I believe this could stop the hallucinations. All necessary life functions will continue but conscious and subconscious will be severely affected. No harm will come via the hypospray to who I administer it to."

Kampf and Abbot looked at each other. They could tell each was conflicted with the proposition. Kampf would give anything to get rid of the hallucinations but he didn't want to be completely incapacitated and not help the ship and crew. From the look on Abbot's face, they both were thinking the same.

Kampf spoke first. "Abbot?"

David nodded to Kampf, he disliked that this man who wasn't even part of the chain of command had usurped control over the ship but he couldn't really do anything.

He then looked over to the EMH

"Give it to me, I'm mostly useless anyway in this state. Werf will take over the tactical department."

[Diamat]

"Contacting van Stock.." A buzzing noise as his finger slipped fatigued, strains of that day years past tearing at the muscles again. "Some...disturbance in the mess hall. Hallucinations I think. I am affected, around 20 others. Requesting orders. There's a console here, should you need to lock us do...." Breath rattling in his chest and again he was back aboard the USS-Mercury staring into that window and that cargo hold. Into those eyes. Lowering himself to the ground his knees moved up to his chest in a near foetal position, Hannon haunting him with those eyes, accusatory eyes.

"Stay where you are. If you are affected, there is nothing that I can do at this moment. Know this: the people affected are in a state of biotemporal flux. Keep calm. We are working to resolve the situation here at Engineering. If you meet any unaffected science or engineering personnel, send them to Engineering. I could use more help down here."

Sophia already had enough on her mind than to deal with more affected crewmembers. There was nothing she could do. But the situation seemed to grow worse. Many people were starting to flicker. Complete temporal reversion was imminent. Her fingers began to sweat profusely as she continued to make the necessary modifications to the warp drive. She knew that she was running out of time.

[Pontifex Maximus]

A crackle announced the radio presence of Lieutenant Blanc

Blanc to the bridge. My men are showing symptoms of the illness, one has just lost consciousness in front of me and I...his voice trailed...feel as if I could join zem at any minute. Waiting for orders on how to...proceed.

[Hobbes.]

Sarvok addresses the crew:"This is the Chief Medical Officer speaking. If anyone has any symptoms including headaches or loss of balance, please report to Sickbay immediately. Remain calm and the medical staff will assist you; I will arrive there shortly. Sarvok out."

[Lord Rahl]

"To make things short, I am working on a solution. I have a plan, but it will be extremely risky. But if we don't do it, much of our crew will die, and the ship might become inoperable. The crucial point will be when we engage warp. I need helm to engage full warp speed right when we are about to exit the wormhole. I am currently modifying the warp drive to create an altered warp field, which should hopefully create an antichroniton wave. Timing will be crucial. I am making the calculations right now, and I'll send them to the bridge once they are ready."

"Ack... Acknowledged. Ensign Murphey says we should be exiting the wormhole within the hour. I have a feeling it's going to be a long one."

It took Kampf a moment to consider what he had just been told. If von Stock was working on creating anti-chronitons, that meant she was attempting to counter chronitons, not uncommon in a wormhole, but not particles that should have had such devastating effects on the ship and her crew. Kampf thought of artificial sources of chronitons. Borg vessels, Romulan cloaking devices... No Borg vessels were detected. Could it be Romulans? Kampf had to consider the possibility.

"After scanning various crewmembers, and from my analysis of the sensors while we started to go through the wormhole, the source is a phase-cloaked ship going through the wormhole together with us."

Sophia begins working on a console while continuing to talk to the EMH:

"As we were entering the wormhole, the sensors were detecting extreme tetryon and chroniton radiation...."

The EMH listened as the Chief Science Officer went on about her discoveries, her theories, and a possible solution. With so much information stored in its memory, it understood everything she said.

"And you believe enveloping the Indefatigable in an anti-chroniton-charged warp field will stop the bitemporal flux and thus the hallucinations?"

"Warp Core disabled for security measures! Ship slowing down. Engines situation is stable. Captain, What are the orders for engineering?"
Tag: MD or Kampf.

"Kampf to Ensign Zeta, wait for instructions from von Stock. In the meantime, power priority should be to impulse engines unless otherwise notified."

Malic was walking the ship when his knees went funny. Straightening again he looks round and everything goes dark.

After a moment things come back into focus. And talking to herself Salis wonders what just happened. Then hearing the red alert she realises that she should be in the sickbay. She is head doctor afterall. Making her way down the hallways she wonders whats happened, she doesn't quite feel right, and somehow the corridors seem wrong. Then she realises that she's wearing the wrong uniform - a starbase uniform - which makes no sense, and even more than that it has yellow rather than blue features.

Entering sickbay she calls out.

'EMH activate, we have a problem and i need your help'

Yet another holographic representation of the EMH appeared, thanks to its MHRP program. Sickbay was full of patients with Sarvok working smoothly and patiently with each. Other EMH MHRs worked to alleviate the pain of the hallucinations.

"What is the nature of the medical emergency?"

David nodded to Kampf, he disliked that this man who wasn't even part of the chain of command had usurped control over the ship but he couldn't really do anything.

He then looked over to the EMH

"Give it to me, I'm mostly useless anyway in this state. Werf will take over the tactical department."

Kampf respected Abbot's decision. He didn't know what hallucinations the Chief Tactical Officer was experiencing but they must have been unbearable as well. Kampf wasn't going to ask Abbot if he was sure, but the EMH brought it up instead. It raised the hypospray close to his neck and asked, "Abbot, are you sure?"

[molonthegreat]

Kampf respected Abbot's decision. He didn't know what hallucinations the Chief Tactical Officer was experiencing but they must have been unbearable as well. Kampf wasn't going to ask Abbot if he was sure, but the EMH brought it up instead. It raised the hypospray close to his neck and asked, "Abbot, are you sure?"

David hesitated for a minute but the madness had to be stopped.

"I am sure."

He then tried breathing slowly to prepare him for what was to come.