Topic: Another Place, Another Time.

KVros KiRK

Date: 2013-10-13 04:57 EST
The starship slipped from warp and as soon as she was free, her cloak engaged. Rear Admiral K'Vros KiRK, looked over the large forward screen from his chair upon the vessel's bridge. "Tactical?" "Admiral, cloak is engaged and our drive systems are fully masked, no emissions registering. We're black." Nodded the Lieutenant over toward the Admiral.

It had been sometime since the Admiral and several ships from Reality / Dimension 178 had journeyed with their trans-dimensional warp drives to this sector of space. Much was different with the Federation and Klingon Empire, as with the rest of the galaxy where they hailed from.

K'Vros gave a nod of his head and then turned back toward the view screen. "Helm, bring us about and set course for Rhydin. Our warehouses should be secured by now for us upon the Spaceport. Engage at warp..."

"Admiral, I have an energy serge at the edge of this system." Sounded off the tactical officer. K'Vros perked a brow, the Klingon turned toward the human officer. "Identify?" "Sir, it's a spike reading like we've gathered before. A ship has just been tossed here through the Nexus. We're too far out to read class and specifications, and I can't detect if their damaged or not. Or if they are.." "Trouble or not." Answered the Klingon Admiral. K'Vros tapped a fingertip to the arm rest at the side of his chair as he considered. "Helm, set course for that ship. It's not the first we've found tossed out from the Nexus far from home. If their systems are damaged we can offer assistance and possibly even medical care." "And if they're not friendly?" Inquired the tactical officer. K'Vros glanced over at him and then back at the view screen.

"Then we'll destroy them."

Aurora Nova

Date: 2013-11-03 00:30 EST
Systems fluctuated onboard the ship. Sensor readings were off the scale after the vessel had been drawn into the worm hole anomaly. The borg had done a number on the ship. Several decks damged and force fields doing their best with what power was left to keep hull breeches from causing further damage, or loss of crew. Their ordeal seemed over, damage assement was to be done. Though three vessels were closing in on the Federation ship she was upon.

"Captain"!" She cried out for instruction. She couldn't see anything in the mess of sparks and smoke clogging the bridge. Coughing and doing her best to avoid the dull throb in her forhead she crawled towards the chair only to find her captain's body slumping over the arm. Two fingers rose up and pressed to his neck only confirming her fears. He was dead.

The view screen flickered partly in and out of life. Three ships moving in on them appeared, then disappeared as the screen went on...and off from the damage to the bridge. Hailing messages were flooding the communications array. Simple texting message would read out at the communications station ' prepare to be boarded' as the three vessels moved in closer toward their ship. One proceeding to move in close to the hull, seemingly attempting to lock on and prepare to board. Long range sensors, flickered from damage...briefly there was a sensor beep to a fourth ship in route. Then faded.

She rose from the captain's seat with her arm covering her face. Her eyes squinted towards the words as she coughed. The red alert flared to life as she went over the interior coms," This is Lt. Commander Nova....We've been boarded. Treat as hostile and proceed with caution. That's an order." Sure she was probably not in command, but in the condition they were in, they needed a leader to step up and take charge. Granted she didn't even know if there were any survivors. Moving to a weapons locker, she recovered a rifle, phaser, and tricorder. All were snapped to the belt of her very tattered uniform.

Phaser fire met with blasters on two decks, as the boarding team tried to salvage what they could for profit. Both sides took a loss in the first few minutes. The view screen flickered on, then off...then on...showing two of the ships holding a short distance away, as the third was conducting boarding procedures. An odd looking almost Federation ship moved up quickly behind them in the distance. There was a torpedo launch. Streak of light across the blackness of space. Upon ramming into one of the two ships

the vessel jolted forward and then exploded from with in. Debris impacted with the second vessel as it tried to come about and open fire with several laser turrets upon the fourth ship, with odd bluish like fins at her aft section, upper and lower. Phaser arrays came to life, impacting to the bridge and engineering section of the second craft. Ruptures worked through the vessel as it actually split into two from the internal explosions taking her life and that of her salvage crew's.

Meanwhile upon the ship she had moved to give direction to the crew and it was badly needed. There was only a hand full left of the small number. Phasers and rifle shot rang down the hall as the baricaded themselves behind boxes and fallen wall parts. Consoles flickered and flashed, sometime they would remind her of the danger, none however provided image of what was happening outside. As a shockwave shook the ship, the hand full of people swayed and some lost their footing. A bulk head sparked and buckled under the pressure above them.

The boarding group got conflicting orders from the last ship remaining, secured to the hull. Some wanted them to return so the ship could detach and leave as the others two vessels had been lost, others wanted a worth while effort to claim what they could and not leave empty handed. It was then, several bright flashes of light perked about the ship. Three right beyond where Nova and some had take up defensive position. Casting the boarding members in that hall in a cross fire of sorts as phaser rifles set pulse, fired flashes of light down the hallway. Impacting and killing several of the boarding members as they were taken off guard by the weapons fire at their backs. Four would turn but their fight had already been forfit. Heavy phaser fire pulsed forth, knocking them down in a volley of death. As the last one feel a voice sounded off in the corridore, deep in texture and tone. "Admiral KiRK...of the Federation Starship Avenger 13, gather up who you can, we need to beam off this ship before it's core gets any worse."

"Admiral KiRK was it"!" The woman was nestled against her cover and holding to her rifle. Coughing against her shoulder, she shook her head," Never heard of you! Never heard of the Federation Starship Avenger 13!" She coughed again and shook her head. "How do we know this isn't some other hostile force out to strip us of what little dignity we have left?!"

"You don't, but you can stay or you can come with us. We're grabbing who we can but you have moments before we need to leave, now make up your minds and lets go!" Their uniforms, seemed Federation in look. If not more aggressive perhaps in nature the men were, their leader the one identifying himself as an Admiral was quite, Klingon however.

Aurora Nova

Date: 2013-11-03 00:30 EST
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The conviction in his voice made her look between the hand full of survivors. They looked ready to get off this forsaken ship. Her hand moved up through her messy hair as she thought. Save her crew and leave her ship, or stay and die. One more glance was cast towards her crew before she barked out," You heard the man! Move!"

"Brent, contact our ship and notify them of our need for return. We've got others coming back with us. Have them keep an eye on the third ship attached to the hull." A nod to the man with him as the Klingon motioned to the survivors to come toward them as he and his team in turn moved closer toward them. "Prepare for beam out."

The young woman made her way towards the gathered group and grunted. That shooting pain in her head was back to the forefront once more and the reason was obvious. She'd taken a rather nasty hit to her head. Waves of dizziness swept over her, but she fought through it with a minor sway. She would hold her ground around these strangers and not look weak before her crew.

There was an odd sensation as the transporter beam hit them, in the blink of an eye they were upon the damaged vessel one moment and in a transporter room the next. The Klingon motioned to those with him, their phaser rifles were shouldered upon their slings as they turned to assist the other ship's crew members. "You all need to go to the medical bay and be checked out. Please, go with my crew members." He turned toward the transporter operator in several steps taken his direction. "How long until the last are brought on board?" "Another minute, Admiral and we'll have every last life sign on board. Minus the boarding party from the attacking vessel. She's currently trying to detach from the hull."

The hand full had made their way from the transporter bay leaving her to stand alone in the strange-er room. Her gaze darted over the uniforms and then over the Admiral as she moved towards them. "What's wrong wi...with my ship?" Her frame swayed a little as she moved in closer. Her health came second, the crew and their home was first. Although she knew it was probably well beyond salvage, she hated to see it go.

The Admiral of the Federation, though slightly different, vessel turned toward the woman. A large hand moved out to grab her by the arm and try to steady her. "Easy now. You've been through a lot and it's only beginning. Your ship is near a warp core breech and we need to put distance between it and us." The transporter officer gave a nod toward the Admiral as several more of his crew, as well as her own crew beamed onto the transport pads. His crew members working to usher the wounded for the medical bay. Luckily the ship had a large bay to handle such situations. "Admiral, all on board...I'll signal the bridge to set course and move us away from the explosion."

"All I remember was the Borg..." She said softly, her hand shot to her head. "They came down upon us like a plague. We were out gunned and out numbered." She looked to him and then to the hand that gripped her arm. "We took a hit to our flank when we noticed a tear in subspace. The captain ordered us towards it despite the warnings. It pulled us in right as we took another hit." Her frame swayed dangerously and she nearly fell to her knees. If it he hadn't held to her arm she might have. "The captain. I found him dead." Her head rolled on her shoulders while her eyes fought for focus. "Tried to rally the crew..."

"You can tell your story later, right now you need to get to the medical bay." She was faltering, he handed off his phaser rifle to an officer and proceeded to shift to bring an arm under her legs, as the other moved to slip at her back as he picked of her up. "Tell the First Officer to let me know when we're a safe distance away. Keep tabs on the last attacking vessel to make sure they're swallowed up by the resulting explosion." He'd turn with her in arms to head from the transporter room for the medical bay. The ship moved off from the scene. An aft torpedo launcher fired off a torpedo at the damaged vessel's engineering section. A way to ensure the vessel was totally destroyed from the blast of her warp core and that none would be able to salvage anything of worth and use for profit. Not to mention aiding the blast radius to swallow of the third salvage vessel that had attacked the vessel.

Once again her head lulled, this time against his shoulder. Was his federation even aware of her people" The Trill female voice parted from her lips ever so slowly. "Lt. Commander Aurora Nova." The young woman's head turned to look up to the Kingon before she murmured," You have pretty brow ridges." Oh dear, anyone has to love a head wound.

A brow perked at her comment on the ridges at his head. "You're suffering from a head wound. They'll fix you up in the medical bay, Lieutenant Commander. I am Rear Admiral K'Vros KiRK of Dimension 178. Which dimension are you from' Do you even know?" He carried her for the medical bay, a pair of doors sliding open to admit them. The incoming room held the bulk of those rescued from her ship. Some with small bruises while others were being taken to more serious medical sections for procedures.

"Dimension' I didn't even know that there was more than one." A wince came from her as her brow furrowed. Her hand shot to her head as it shook. Right now she felt like she was on the verge of leaving drunk to enter the realm of a really bad hangover.

He moved with her for an open medical bed, they were quickly being filled by those left of her fellow crew members. Settling her down upon it as a medical officer came over. Giving the Admiral a nod as he proceeded to administer a hypro injection to her arm and started to examine her head wound. "Lay down and rest, you've been through a lot, Lieutenant Commander. Those of your crew that have survived are being tended to. I'm am sorry for your loss and the loss of your ship."

KVros KiRK

Date: 2013-11-23 07:05 EST
"Rear Admiral K'Vros KiRK,

It is still unknown what dimension and or reality the vessel we encountered came from. When we arrived to assist, three scavenger type vessels had already intercepted the ship. One of them had latched onto the hull and was conducting boarding operations. No doubt they were looking to find anything of value and that of weapons and food perhaps. As our vessel drew in closer, the two ships not engaged with the hull proceeded to fire upon my vessel. In return, I gave the order to destroy them. Their shielding wasn't even up to the grade of a destroyer class vessel and they fell quickly with little effort on our part.

I dispatched a dozen away teams to the vessel that had come through the wormhole. Survivors were found and brought back to our ship. Scavengers, were killed along the way. Some of the unknown vessel's crew were reluctant to leave their ship. Unsure no doubt if they could trust my crew. With their vessel's warp core in a state of an imminent breech, they had little choice and thankfully decided to come with us back to our vessel per that of transport beaming.

I myself, had to aid one of their Lieutenant Commanders to our medical bay once back onboard our vessel. I gave the order and our ship proceeded away before the warp core of the unknown vessel could go critical. The resulting explosion no doubt destroyed that of the third scavenger vessel.

From what was gathered from the computer, before the vessel had to be evacuated, the crew numbered over four hundred. A Federation type vessel by the design. As stated, it is unknown which reality and or dimension the vessel had come through the wormhole from. Making it quite difficult to return the survivors to their own reality, or find others from their reality here in this universe. According to our doctor's report, forty-seven of the crew will make it. Another four are still in critical condition and their out come is unknown at this time I'm told.

I will proceed, once they are feeling up to it, to speak to the survivors to figure out the next course of action. We can attempt to figure out which dimension they are from, but if they are from an uncharted reality, it will be quite near impossible to return them home. At such a time, options will be given to the survivors. Dropped off on Rhydin at the Star's End Spaceport, or if they show the ability and are willing, to be worked into that of my crew onboard our ship. From what was gathered before the explosion of their vessel, they are not as advanced as we are in technology. But their protocols and ranking systems along with that of ship functions, are similar enough it wouldn't be too hard to work them into the crew. Should they decided to remain onboard in the event we are unable to figure which reality they came from.

One of the officers, a Lieutenant Commander, is a Trill. No doubt, I have some reservations about engaging her in conversation regarding her crew and what had happened before their ship came through the wormhole. As commanding officer of this ship it is my duty and responsibility to try and put this puzzle of who they are and where they came from together.

It has been nearly four years, but I've not forgotten the smile my wife once held. Nor have I forgotten how she could make light of any situation. No matter how dark it seemed. My first officer, offered to conduct the talks with the surviving crew members alone. I will proceed and bury that of my thoughts for now.

I spoke to Captain Abram less then an hour ago. His ship located a space station near the asteroid belt of this system. It belonged to Dimension 183's Federation. He proceeded to destroy the installation and the cruiser that was in dock. No doubt with in a few hours time, they will find out of their loss and look for another spot to make a base of operations. If they have not already another or two about. Given their weapon systems are nearly on par' with that of our own, they prove to be a continuing threat in this Universe. The Romulan Confederation upon this galaxy, would profit indeed if the Federation of Dimension 183 produced a treaty with them. I've spoken to Trojotro of the Nausicaan Mercs. The ships under his command have been successful in giving critical blows to that of the Romulan Confederation. Of course with a little help from us. The Nausicaans in our reality proved their worth during the Cardassian War. Indeed those of this reality have proven their worth as well. I look forward to the next time I am able to take sometime off and go hunting again with Trojotro. The beasts of Rhydin are challenging and quite a thrill to hunt.

I lost not a single crew member during the rescue of the unknown Federation survivors. No doubt a sure sign of my first officer's skill and teachings to the crew in the way of military tactics and operations.

Rear Admiral K'Vros KiRK,

.......................................Computer, End Log."

KVros KiRK

Date: 2014-05-17 06:43 EST
Phaser fire erupted about the streets as the man ran from those dressed in dark Federation uniforms upon the early hours of the morning about the spaceport. "Out of the way! Move!" Shouted the man as he ran, turning to fire two blasts from his phaser pistol back toward those pursuing him. Quick ducking and dropping to the side avoided the Uniformed ones from being hit, but only narrowly.

A return of fire from their phaser pistols would send the running man back into step as bright bursts of light shot past him. "Woah!" Scurrying down an alleyway and crossing over to another street as he ran for the freighter terminal.

His run would be stopped short however, as an arm swung out as he neared the terminal gate and caught him in the neck. The man went flying onto his back as he coughed at the harsh impact to his throat. The phaser pistol dropped for the moment and the strong hands of a Klingon felt as the man was picked up off the ground.

"You, have caused us enough trouble. It is time you work your worth for us now."

Slowing from their run the other Federation officers came to a pause near the Klingon holding the man in his grasp. "Admiral...this is Mr. Boldsworth. The spy."

K'Vros reached to tap his communicator and in the blink of an eye, the group beamed up to their waiting ship in orbit.