Mission : TRANSITIONS
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From the Ship’s Log of USS LEXINGTON (NCC-2003), April, 2313
Argellus Cluster, Alpha Tau star system Stardate 2313 04.01
The red alert klaxon blared through Jeffries tube P24,
section 6 on
Deck 36. At an open access panel to the main power
transfer conduit, LTJG Michael Shoenberger and CDR T'Aiya Llire worked
feverishly to avoid disaster. While removing a sabotage device implanted by a
Jirzzaque spy to damage the warp propulsion system, the two engineers had
inadvertently activated the auto-destruct sequence of the USS Lexington. The
computers voice echoed throughout the starship, 'WARNING! AUTO-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE
INITIATED. T-MINUS THREE MINUTES AND COUNTING! COMMAND OVERRIDES INOPERATIVE!"
"My tricorder indicates that the connectors holding
the bio-electric device in place contained routing sub-routines intended to trip
the auto-destruct sequence should the device be tampered with," said TAiya with
an elevated sense of urgency in her voice.
"Well," said Michael, his arms working within the
panel, "that explains what happened. Now, will reattaching the bio-electric
implant disable the auto destruct?"
Suddenly the ship lurched, causing Michael to drop his
hand-held laser torch. "What the hell is doing on anyway?" he exclaimed.
"It would appear that we are under attack," said
T’Aiya smoothly. "What is your progress?"
"I've almost gotten the last connector reattached to
the transfer conduit wall," answered Michael, sweat running down his face.
The tension level on the bridge of the Lexington was
beyond description, especially between Captain K'yra Bay and Commander James
"Captain, that last phaser hit dropped our shield
efficiency to eighty-nine per cent," Phillips insisted. "I suggest we return
"And I say wait, Mister Phillips," roared the captain
in response, "let's handle one problem at a time." She slammed the comm link on
the center seat, "Commander Llire, what's your status?"
As if in answer, the ship's computer voice announced
ship-wide, "WARNING! AUTO-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE DISENGAGED!"
Captain Bay was relieved by that announcement and sat
back in the command chair She motioned to Ensign bBroe'll at the comm. station,
"Open a channel, ensign. M'rrhri vessel, you have fired on a Federation vessel
in Federation space. Please cease firing. We wish to discuss the situation
Lieutenant Commander Stev turned around from his
position at the conn., "Captain, I have run an extensive scan of the M'rrhri
"What is your analysis, commander?" asked Bay,
impatiently tapping the arm of the command chair, her eyes riveted on the view
"The M'rrhri shields and main weapons are generated by
the residual energy of their main drive systems," explained Stev.
Bay narrowed her eyes, "Which means that if we hit
their engines, their shields and main phasers go down."
"Precisely," confirmed Stev. "Their system also causes
a marked variance in shield frequency around their ship."
Another volley of phasers rocked the Lexington. Bay
slammed her hand down on the arm of the command chair, "Enough!" she exclaimed.
"Commander Phillips, fire phasers. Pinpoint a weak point in their shields and
target their engines "
"Yes, sir," replied Phillips.
The calibration took only seconds, and Phillips fired
the main phasers. Only one volley overloaded the M'rrhri vessel's engines and
blew them out. The ship began to drift towards a nearby planetoid.
The Spectre - Sick Bay Orion Space
Connelly awoke and blinked the sleep from his
eyes. He was lying on top of a table and a bright light was making
him squint. A figure loomed over him and blocked most of the light.
The figure’s eyebrows and ears were arched in traditional Romulan
fashion. He sighed realizing his worst fear. He had been captured
"Are you in any pain?" The figure asked. Connelly
blinked in surprise. It was a female and she spoke perfect Federation standard.
"Are you in any pain?" She repeated.
"No. . .I. Where am I?" Connelly asked. The doors to
sick bay opened, footsteps approched and another figure stepped into the light.
"You saved me?" Connelly asked.
"For purely personal reasons." Captain Donati said. "I
want to know the location of Commander T'Prist."
"And you expect me to just tell you." Connelly
scoffed. 'What's in it for
"You are alive." Donati said.
"Not good enough." Connelly countered. Donati fought
back the urge to throttle the traitor. Having to bargin with a man like Connelly
made his blood boil. "What is your price?"
"Amnesty." Connelly stated.
"You know I cannot offer you that."
"Then release me to a neutral planet." Connelly said.
"And promise to forget about my location."
"Damn you Connelly." Donati spat.
"Consider it a trade, me for Commander T'Prist."
Connelly grinned knowing, if agreed upon, the Captain would keep his end of the
"If we locate her, alive, " Donati finally answered,
"You have a deal."
USS Lexington Engineering Deck
Commander Llire and Lieutenant Shoenberger climbed
out of the Jeffries tube on Deck 36. They immediately moved towards
Engineering. "Mister Shoenberger," began T'Aiya, "begin research
immediately on how to disconnect that implant from the power
transfer conduit without activating the auto-destruct sequence."
"Yes, sir," replied Michael.
"I will join you shortly," continued T'Aiya, "but,
first it is imperative that I see Counselor Cary...." She opened a channel on a
nearby comm. panel in the bulkhead, "Lieutenant Pruett, and Lieutenant Brandon,
please report to
Lieutenant Shoenberger in Engineering ASAP. " She
surmise how to remove the organic element of that implant safely. "I will be in
Counselor Cary's office."
Lieutenant Commander Buffy Cary sat at her desk in her
office, staring at the PADD in front of her. She had gone over her report
several times, and still could not believe it. Lieutenant Karl Cole had died in
her office while under her care. She looked wearily up at Commander Debbie
Wilson who stood before her. "Here's the official report, which I will file with
Starfleet," said Buffy holding out a PADD.
"I don’t envy you the task of informing his parents."
"It's so hard to believe," said Wilson shaking her
head. "I mean, to lose him in such a strange way."
The two officers were silent a moment, not looking at
one another. Debbie turned and headed for the hatch. "I'll, uh, take care of
this as soon as we stand down from red alert."
"Yes," said Buffy absent-mindedly, rising, "I should
head to sickbay as it is my red alert station." Just then the door chime
Commander Llire stood in the hatch, a PADD in her
hand, "Commander, we need to talk ....about Lieutenant Cole."
"Oh?" said Buffy, puzzled.
"This PADD contains the lieutenant's last words before
he 'died'," explained T'Aiya. "There is a footnote containing the Alpha
Centauran word for a type of meditation used to slow down bodily functions to
the point of death."
Buffy and Debbie were stunned and glanced quickly at
each other. "Do you mean that it is possible we could revive Karl?" asked Buffy.
"Yes," replied T'Aiya, "but, if that is so, we must
Lieutenant Alexandria Brandon had set up a computer
simulation on a secondary console in Engineering. She was trying to understand
the workings of the biogenic component to the Jirzzaque sabotage device in the
PTC. She found her mind wandering repeatedly. She had just talked to Lieutenant
Cole two hours earlier, and now she was told of his death. Their newfound
friendship was cut short. She began to wonder if it was her lot in life to lose
all friends to untimely deaths. Brandon steeled herself for the important task
at hand and put thoughts of her fellow crew member's death to the back of her
mind. Using her tricorder, she began formulating different tasks for the
simulated device to perform. She would then monitor the results.
Lieutenant Shoenberger, hunched over the main warp
propulsion console in Engineering, fed logarithm after logarithm into the
system's parameters, but ended up shaking his head each time with the results
projected on the monitor Lieutenant Keith Pruett joined him at the console.
"I made some calculations on a PADD, lieutenant," said
Doc. "The energy consumption of the port power transfer conduit has jumped 300
per cent. Whatever that device is that the Jirzzaque planted there, it's using
our own ship's energy to sabotage the warp core."
Michael nodded, not looking at Doc, "It's initiating a
feedback loop down the electro plasma system and spiking at the juncture with
the matter/anti-matter reaction chamber, thus endangering the warp core."
Doc furrowed his brow, rubbing his chin thoughtfully,
"Somehow, we have to trick the device into thinking it's still attached to the
PTC so that we do not trip the auto-destruct sequence again."
"Apparently KC didn't kno-" Michael stopped at the
mention of Lieutenant Cole's name and he and Doc looked at each other and then
caught Alex's eyes.
Lieutenant Commander Joel Gates, on duty in Sickbay
during red alert, approached Commander Doaquat who was separating sterile field
emitters from hyposprays on a tray.
"Commander," began Joel hesitantly, "what happened to
Lieutenant Cole's body?"
"His body is in stasis until we stand down from alert
status, Mister Gates," replied Doaquat, looking up from what he was doing. "Then
I want to do an autopsy to see exactly what caused his death."
Just then T'Aiya and Buffy entered Sickbay. T'Aiya
approached Doaquat, her hands behind her back, "Commander, I have reason to
believe that Lieutenant Cole is not dead."
One of Commander Doaquat's eyebrows shot up, though
his voice was quiet, "And just what makes you believe that, commander?"
"His last words were the name of an Alpha Centauran
ritual of slowing bodily functions through meditation," explained T'Aiya.
"Gaascht uuf gga?" Doaquat interjected. "I've heard of
that, but never encountered it."
Buffy spoke up quickly, "If it is that, doctor, we
have to get KC to "restart" his bodily functions... from within his mind."
Joel and Commander Doaquat looked at each other in
On the bridge, Lieutenant Commander Stev made some
calculations on his console, "Captain, with the M'rrhri engines off-line, their
shields are down."
"Thank you, commander," replied Bay, "maybe now
they'll listen to what we have to say."
"Captain," Stev continued, his voice raised in volume,
"the M'rrhri ship is approaching the ejected warp core."
"Mister Phillips, fire the phasers across her bow to
warn them off, " ordered the half-Klingon.
"Aye, sir," said Phillips complying. "No effect, sir.
The M'rrhri vessel is drifting toward the warp core. They seem to be maneuvering
towards it with thrusters."
"Open a channel, Ensign bBroe'll," ordered Bay.
"M'rrhri vessel, do not interfere with the warp core. Please respond."
"No response, captain," said the Bolian ensign.
"Contact the Sentry, and instruct them to protect the
core," said Bay. "We cannot just sit idly by while the M'rrhri vessel tears
itself apart in the planetoid's upper atmosphere. By the same token, we cannot
allow them to take our warp core hostage."
Captain Bay moved back to the command chair and sat.
She gazed thoughtfully at the view screen at the image of the disabled M'rrhri
ship. "Commander Stev, I'd like you to work with Ensign bBroe'll. Try and
contact the M'rrhri captain, and see if you can't communicate with him and get
him to understand we are who we say we are, and that we'd like to offer them
"Aye, captain," replied Stev leaving the conn
position. He walked over to the comm. station. "Ensign bBroe'll," he said as he
stood beside her, his hands behind his back, "let us begin by running a
diagnostic on the universal translator, and on the log of all communication with
the M'rrhri up to this point."
"Yes, sir," said bBroe'll complying, "what are we
"I will know that, ensign, when I see it," said Stev
arching one eyebrow. Stev suspected that simple miscommunication may have had a
hand in this crisis.
The Spectre - Bridge 1700. 18 Hours
Captains Log. Stardate: 2313.04.01. Donati
recording: Colonel Mc Queen has been transported to a Federation
cruiser and is en route to resume his normal duties. The Spectre,
now under my command, is preparing to return to Romulan space. By my
authority only, I have decided to investigate the possibility of
Commander T'Prist being alive and held prisoner at a Romulan penal
colony. I realize the source of this information, the former
Commodore Connelly, is at best unreliable. However, I must proceed
relying only on my instinct for the truth. In the event my crew and
I become captured, I hope the Romulan authorities will accept this
recording as acceptance of my responsibility and exonerate my crew
of any wrongdoing. Donati out.
The Captain placed the padd into the slot on the
console and turned to the officer behind him. "That log entry should cover you
and the rest of the crew." He said
"Do you believe the Romulans will respect your log
entry?" Commander Sabin asked.
"Probably not." Donati truthfully replied. "After
being interrogated, we will most likely be put to death."
"Then your logic for returning is incorrect." Sabin
countered. "By using your same set of circumstances, Commander T'Prist should
long since be dead."
"I know." Donati agreed. "There is nothing logical
about my decision. I just believe it to be the right choice... However, " He
rose to his feet. "I cannot in good conscience order you to follow me on this
mission. We could locate another Federation freighter. . ."
"That will not be necessary." Sabin interrupted. "We
were asked to locate you and return you to Federation space. To return without
you would be a failed mission." She smiled slightly. "And the crew and I would
not want that staining our service records."
Donati looked past Commander Sabin and T'Bec nodded in
agreement. Turning to his right Doctor T'Kara acknowledged him with a tight
smile. At her side checking the readings on her console, Adria smiled. "You know
better than to ask me." She said tapping a series of buttons then moving to her
position at the CONN.
At the tactical station Grande swiveled in her chair
to face him."Just promise me that once this is all over I'll get my blond hair
and blue eyes back." The small crew found her comment amusing and the air of
tension in the Spectre was broken. "Absolutely." Donati grinned.
"All systems functioning at 100 percent of capacity."
"Cloaking device is nominal." Grande added. "All
defensive and offensive systems are on standby."
"Course for Angstrya 11 plotted." Adria said.
"Excellent." Donati said then ordered. "Engage warp
engines, warp factor six."
Aboard the shuttlecraft Sentry, Lieutenant James
Bodden and Commander Gordon Smith watched as the M'rrhri ship slowly approached
their position near the ejected warp core, blocking their view of the Lexington.
"What the hell are they doing?" exclaimed Smith.
Bodden was quickly checking his console, "I don't
know, commander, but sensors indicate that their engines and shields are
"Let's maneuver between the warp core and the alien
vessel, lieutenant," suggested Smith.
"Sir," interjected Bodden, "the alien vessel is
drifting towards the planetoid. If their engines are not repaired soon, they
will enter the atmosphere of the planetoid. Without shields, their ship most
likely will not survive the stress of atmospheric entry."
Well, then, James, we have to make sure they don't
take our warp core with them, won't we?"
Captain Bay's voice rang out over the comm. system,
"Commander Smith, the M'rrhri vessel is maneuvering towards the warp core.
Intercept the core and tractor it back towards the Lexington. "
"Yes, sir," replied Smith. "You heard the captain,
lieutenant. Let's get to that warp core before the M'rrhri do."
Just then, Lieutenant fFkhar spoke up from Science
Station One, "Captain, that M'rrhri ship is caught in the planetoids gravity. If
they don't get their engines back on line they'll be destroyed."
"Stev, full impulse!" Bay ordered. "Take us to within
tractoring distance of the ship."
"Aye Captain, full impulse." The Vulcan replied. The
Lexington slid though space and came to a position 100 meters starboard of the
M'rrhri vessel. The tractor beam was engaged and began pulling the ship to a
safe synchronous orbit
"Captain, I have another contact on long range
sensors." Lieutenant fFkhar reported. "It's another M'rrhri sir. They are on an
intercept course. Estimate arrival in two and a half minutes."
"Shields Captain?" The tactical officer asked
"Are the M'rrhri free from the planetoids gravity?"
Bay asked knowing that they would have to sever the tractor beam to raise the
"No sir." Stev replied. "The M'rrhri will be at a safe
altitude in two point seven minutes"
Bay sank back into the command chair and momentarily
pondered her choices. "Maintain tractor beam," the Captain said. "Let's hope
these M'rrhri can be reasoned with."