Arcadia Station

Stardate 10409.27

Mission Summary:

As the station settled down from readiness drills, a freighter showed up on long range sensors and requesting permission to dock.

The SS Cylopia was granted permission to dock in bay 17.  Since they docked, sensors have detected an unusual energy reading within an area that appears to be a weapons locker.  Using that information, the order to search the ship has been given.

During this time period, the telepaths on the station have been sensing something unexplainable...an overwhelming feeling of something being wrong.

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<FCO_Jankara> ::steps into the turbolift, orders it to Operations, then leans against the wall::

<SO_Miller> ::Working at the science station::

<CO_Regnum> All: Has anybody been able to find anything wrong yet?

<CEO_Hoyt> ::tries to concentrate::

<CIV_Bodine> :: still taking over for Doole at tactical ::

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> CO: Reports are coming in from all over the station, Sir.  Telepaths seem to be getting a feeling that something is, um, wrong.

<CO_Regnum> XO: Well that much I know, I sense it too you know

<FCO_Jankara> ::watches the doors open, pushes off the wall and heads to her station::

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> CO: Yes, I forgot you are telepathic.

<TO_MJDoole> ::heading from the Admiral's office to docking bay 17::  *COM*: Alpha squad converge on Docking Bay 17. I wanna know what is in that ship ::sensing with mind to try to find the source of the "disturbance"::

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> FCO: What worries me, though, is that when things begin to happen to telepaths, my son always ends up in sickbay.

<SO_Miller> ::Gathering his gear to search the Cylopia::

ACTION:  Non-telepaths and empaths are beginning to notice an annoying headache.

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> :: Looks over at the FCO :: FCO: You don't look very well.

<CEO_Hoyt> ::grabs the side of his console:: XO: Neither do you sir.

<FCO_Jankara> ::relieves Mia and takes her seat:: XO: I'll be fine Sir.  Just recovering from a pinched nerve in my neck.  The nurse said the painkillers will wear off soon and I'll feel back to normal.

<CIV_Bodine> :: listening to the security channels :: CO: Seems the TO is itching to get inside the Cylopia... ::rubs his frontal lobe in some dull pain::

<SO_Miller> ::Thinking he will visit sickbay after the search to see if they can help with this headache::

<CIV_Bodine> ALL: I think I feel a headache coming on.

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> CEO: I feel a bit of a headache coming on.  Probably the stress of a new job.

<TO_MJDoole> ::not being able to pinpoint the source, continues to docking bay 17::

<CIV_Bodine> XO: At the same exact moment commander?

<CEO_Hoyt> ::grabs a med kit near by:: CO/XO: Here...this should help out. ::gives them both a analgesic::

<SO_Miller> ALL: Who's that talking?

<TO_MJDoole> ::arrives at docking bay 17::

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> CIV: Well, since you put it that way, perhaps something else is going on.  Run tactical scans and see if you can detect anything.

<CEO_Hoyt> ::goes around to everyone else::

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> SO:  I want you to run internal scans as well.  There must be something going on here.

<SO_Miller> ALL: Where are you?

<FCO_Jankara> ::waves the CEO off:: CEO: No thanks, I already have enough stuff in my system.

<CEO_Hoyt> FCO: You sure Jankara?

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> All:  Speak up, whoever is talking to me.  I can't hear a whisper you know.

<CIV_Bodine> XO: Aye Sir. :: John's hands ran delicately across the panel he started with a scan on the Cylopia itself, he didn't even bother to warn them, it was rather intrusive scan too ::

ACTION:  No one admits to speaking to either of the officers that are hearing voices
<Pel_Tor> :: Runs screaming through the promenade, yelling that someone keeps talking to him, but he wont show himself ::

<SO_Miller> ALL: One at a time please.

<TO_MJDoole> Alpha Team: Let's tear this ship apart if we have to. I want the source of the unusual energy readings. *CEO*: Hoyt...I could use your help here, searching this thing.

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> ::begins to roam around OPS, looking bewildered ::

<CEO_Hoyt> *TO*: I will be right there...

<CIV_Bodine> :: loses control of his right arm it his moving but he is nor commanding its movements at all, and voices  ::

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> All: Ok, this isn't funny anymore.  I have had enough of the mind games that have been played around here.  Now, who keeps whispering to me?

<CEO_Hoyt> ::walks up to the TL as he injects him self with the analgesic::

<Alpha team Leader> TO: Yes sir.

ACTION:  The scans that Bodine runs show enhanced weapons systems as well as illegal weapons, then as his hand moves without his control, the console goes black.

<CIV_Bodine> CEO/XO: I ... I ... my arm ....  I can't control it ... and ... I hear voices … many voices ... :: tries to grab right arm with the left to regain some control ::

<SO_Miller> ::Starts patting his stomach and his head at the same time:: ALL: Look what I can do! Hehe.

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> CO: Sir!  What kind of a station are you running here?  This obvious lack of respect for command will NOT sit well with me.  Now, Order whoever keeps whispering to me to STOP IT!

ACTION:  The non-telepaths on Doole’s tactical team lock themselves in storage lockers.

<CEO_Hoyt> ::steps out at the docking bay and heads for bay 17::

<TO_MJDoole> :: Alpha Team and he begin searching the ship::

<CO_Regnum> XO: As far as I can tell nobody is whispering to you Mr. Nmbarri, please try to control yourself

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> :: Whirls around and glares at the CIV :: CIV: What do you mean, you can’t control your arm?  It IS attached to you, is it not?

<CEO_Hoyt> *TO*: Doole?  Where are you?

<TO_MJDoole> *CEO*: Already aboard.

<CIV_Bodine> :: takes deep breaths and remembers what a Vulcan told him once... If you have negative thoughts that you can't seem to control flood them with good thoughts John tries to fill his memories with thoughts of Anne when Tiffany was born ::

<SO_Miller> XO: Here you try it! ::Motions to do the hand/head stomach pat:: CO: It's fun.

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> :: stops in his tracks, and suddenly looks over at the FCO ::

<CEO_Hoyt> *TO*: This doesn't feel right...I have this nagging feeling...

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> :: Approaches the FCO, picks her up, and cradles her in his arms like a father holding a small child ::

<FCO_Jankara> CO: Sir?  Perhaps a dampening field around Operations would be wise?  It may help stop...::looks around at the other officers:: whatever is going on. ::feels the XO grab her::

<TO_MJDoole> Tactical members in storage lockers: What are you guys doing?

<CO_Regnum> All: Report, someone find me the source of this psionic interference and get rid of it!

<FCO_Jankara> XO: Sir!  With all do respect!  Put me down NOW! ::pushes away from him as hard as she can::

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> :: Begins to rock the FCO back and forth, humming a lullaby as he does so ::

<TO_MJDoole> *CEO*: I know. I just can't seem to place it, regardless of how good my telepathic mind is.

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> FCO: Hush, little one.  All will be fine.

<FCO_Jankara> CO: Captain!  Help me! ::keeps pushing away from the XO::

<SO_Miller> CO: This is ADMIRAL Miller, report. HEHH

<TO_MJDoole> *CEO*: Take that way. I'll go this way. Be careful, watch everything…

<CIV_Bodine> :: with one free arm John accesses environmental controls and tries to fill the room with stay electrons, which will certainly cause a lot of static in the air but he hopes protect OPS at least ::

<CEO_Hoyt> ::finds the nearest panel and begins to reconfigure engineering protocols::

<Pel_Tor> :: Runs into one of the shops and hides in the corner, crying ::

<OPS_Schnapps> ::taps into the Operations console and begins reprogramming the command codes::

<TO_MJDoole> *CEO*: …and keep a COMM line open.

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> :: Turns to keep himself between the FCO and anyone else ::

<CO_Regnum> ::senses that the bridge crew is sensing fear and uncertainty and that they are not in control of themselves, of course, he didn't really need to be telepathic to see that, the crew is acting insane::

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> All: You stay away from her.  She will be fine, I will take care of her now.

<TO_MJDoole> ::searching ship for energy readings::

<CIV_Bodine> :: John then moves to Security protocols and starts reprogramming them :: CO: I hope Lt. Doole does not get mad about this I am reprogramming security codes ...

<SO_Miller> CO: Captain, I said...shhh, I am talking to the Captain.......... report, now.

<FCO_Jankara> CO: Captain! ::hits the XO in the neck:: You appear to be the only one not occupied at the moment.  Please!  Do something!

<CEO_Hoyt> *TO*: Something is wrong here...I can't stop myself...

<CO_Regnum> ::goes to a console himself and starts scanning for anything on psionic ranges for any sort of psionic interference::

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> FCO: Hush now, little one.  You will be... :: suddenly drops the FCO to the floor, then goes over to the CIV ::

<FCO_Jankara> Self: Screw my career.  XO: PUT me DOWN! ::balls up her fist and punches him in the face just before he drops her::

<TO_MJDoole> ::goes back to the CEO:: *CEO*: What's wrong?

<FCO_Jankara> ::jumps off the floor and rushes to the auxiliary science console::

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> :: Goes to tactical next to the CIV and begins to assist him with reprogramming the system ::

<SO_Miller> FCO: We don't hit here. We will have none of that again or you'll get a time out.

<OPS_Schnapps> ::hums to himself as he works::

<CEO_Hoyt> TO: I don't know...I can see what I am doing yet I can't stop my self...

<FCO_Jankara> SO: Oh shut up!

ACTION: The psionic scans are off the range, and appears to be coming from all directions.

<CEO_Hoyt> Computer: Authorization Code Hoyt Alpha 12 Gamma 3 Confirm

<FCO_Jankara> ::sets a scan for the source of the psionic scans::

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> CIV: There, with my help all the codes should be changed now.

<SO_Miller> ALL: Hey, what do these buttons do? ::Starts pressing random buttons::

<CO_Regnum> All: I must insist you all try to control yourselves.

<SO_Miller> CO: I give the orders here captain!

<CIV_Bodine> XO: Why did we just change the command codes again sir... ::scratches his head::

<FCO_Jankara> ::orders a dampening field around Operations::

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> CIV: It is not your place to question me, young man.  

<FCO_Jankara> SO: Keep your hands off of that if you don't know what it does!  You'll kill us all!  Then who will you order around?

<CO_Regnum> SO: No you do not, Mr. Miller

<TO_MJDoole> ::takes a hold of the CEO:: CEO: C'mon Hoyt...Keep it together. I need you on this.

<CIV_Bodine> :: glares at the SO :: SO: You're not beefy enough to giving anyone orders ...

<SO_Miller> CO: That’s ADMIRAL to you.

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> :: goes to the replicator and orders a roll of old fashioned duct tape, then proceeds over to the FCO, and attempts to plaster a piece over her mouth ::

<OPS_Schnapps> ::continues working on the authorization codes::

<SO_Miller> ::Stumbles and sways a bit::

<FCO_Jankara> ::ducks from the XO and rushes to her own station::

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> FCO: Come here little one.  You have been much too noisy.  ::Holds out a piece of duct tape::

<SO_Miller> CO: Sir...I...must apologize for my recent...departure. I am at a loss to explain it.

<TO_MJDoole> ::pulls Hoyt off the ship and to the deck of the docking bay::

ACTION: Those that have been hearing voices in Operations suddenly feel a release as the voices disappear.

<FCO_Jankara> CO: Captain, you'll have to forgive me for this.  I'll take myself to the brig once this is over. ::pulls out the security phaser under her console and sets it to stun, aiming it at the XO::

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> :: suddenly snaps to attention, and slowly his mind clears ::

<SO_Miller> Self: What was that?

<CO_Regnum> ::stares at the SO and does something that he had long since promised himself he would not do and attempts to invade the SO's mind, hoping to find any reason to where this control is coming from::

<FCO_Jankara> XO: Commander, back away or I will use this.

<CIV_Bodine> OPS: Can we use the harmless stay electrons in the deuterium regulators, route a few of them up here and flood OPS with stay electrons? I am thinking it might disrupt the telepathic link... at least in OPS... :: looks to the Captain for approval ::

<CO_Regnum> FCO: Please do not shoot the XO

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> All: What in blazes is going on here?  Why do I have duct tape?  :: Looks at the FCO :: FCO: And do you intend to shoot me Miss Jankara?

<CEO_Hoyt> :: gives the TO a punch in the gut :: TO: Let go of me NOW! ::runs for his weapon:: Stand Back...

<Pel_Tor> :: Suddenly sits up and wonders why he is crying, and for that matter, where he is ::

<FCO_Jankara> XO: That depends, do you intent to use that tape on me then rock me like a small child again?

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> FCO: Lt., perhaps you should excuse yourself and go to sickbay.  You seem to be delusional.

<SO_Miller> CO: I feel...someone trying to...

<FCO_Jankara> CO: I won't if he's normal Captain.  But if it's him or the safety of Operations, I'll take the reprimand for doing my job, Sir.

ACTION:  Emergency bulkheads drop into place trapping those in Operations.

<CEO_Hoyt> ::aims at the TO:: TO: Back off now!

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> All: Now what?

<TO_MJDoole> CEO: I'm sorry to do this but I have to. ::senses and reads the CEO's mind and reads that he is not in control of himself::

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> OPS: I thought you found all of the Admirals little gifts?

ACTION:  The station begins to slowly alter course.

<CIV_Bodine> ALL: Aww…Arrg stuck up here again...Emergency bulk heads just went online...
<FCO_Jankara> OPS: Berry, show me what you have. ::slides into her seat realizing the XO is back to normal::

<CEO_Hoyt> ::fires at the TO:: TO: GET OUT OF MY MIND! ::fires again::

ACTION:  Security bulkheads lock into place surrounding engineering.
    ACTION:  Sensors detect transporter use, all station personnel have been removed from Engineering.

<FCO_Jankara> ::pulls up station thruster commands::

<CO_Regnum> FCO: Stand Down, that's an order.  All: now. I want all hands attempting to find out where this stuff is coming from before you all go crazy again ::feels the station moving:: FCO: Did you alter our direction?

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> CO: Whoever said that life on a star base is less thrilling than life on a ship, never came here.

<CIV_Bodine> ALL: The station is moving! 

<FCO_Jankara> CO: Sir, we are rotation and course.

<TO_MJDoole> ::sensing the CEO's actions, avoids the phaser fire and with an even quicker move, snatches the phaser out of the CEO's hand::

<CIV_Bodine> OPS: Can we cut off power to the thrusters?

ACTION:  As the bulkheads drop into place, the minds of all personnel that were hearing voices begin to clear.

<FCO_Jankara> CO: No Sir, I'm checking the cause now and preparing to correct.

<SO_Miller> CO: Transporter activity in engineering sir.

<FCO_Jankara> ::wonders for a moment why the Captain refused to help her during the XO's attack then focuses back on her work::

<CO_Regnum> CIV: Mr. Bodine, since you are still standing over at tactical, can you please tell me what that sound that sounded like the security bulkheads slamming shut was?

<TO_MJDoole> ::grabs the CEO:: *CEO*: Easy, my friend. Easy.

<CIV_Bodine> CO: As I already said we are sealed in...again...

<CO_Regnum> CIV: Can you tell me who ordered that?

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> CO: Can we beam out through the bulkheads?

<CIV_Bodine> CO: I'll try captain 

<CIV_Bodine> :: accesses the command function logs directly to his console while OPS clearly works on other things ::

<FCO_Jankara> CO: Sir, we are on a direct course for the Arachnid Nebula.  I am ready to attempt course correction on your order.

<TO_MJDoole> ::thinks to self:: CEO: This "madness" could only be cause by an aging Vulcan losing control of their emotions.

<TO_MJDoole> COM: Computer: What is the race of the Cylopia's crew?

<CEO_Hoyt> ::pulls fist back:: TO: What the...::shakes his head:: What's going on Doole?

<Computer> TO: The race of the Cylopia's command crew is Vulcan.

<CIV_Bodine> :: with both of his hands free, he now attempts to bypass sub system after sub system to regain some level of control at tactical ::

<TO_MJDoole> CEO: Something that wasn't your fault.

<TO_MJDoole> Self: I knew it.

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> :: Goes to tactical to assist the CIV ::

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> CIV: I will assist you, Mr. Bodine.  

<CEO_Hoyt> TO: Why would Vulcans do this?

<OPS> CIV: We're locked out of the controls.  We may be able to pull up the keystroke logs.

<TO_MJDoole> *CO*: Captain, we need to locate and detain the crew of the Cylopia.

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> :: Begins to work through the keystroke logs ::

<SO_Miller> CIV: Do you require my assistance sir?

<CIV_Bodine> OPS: Hello over there?  Are we with it yet? ::John scowled at the officer :: OPS: Well get on it will you.

<CO_Regnum> TO: You are in a better position to do that Lieutenant, there are security bulkheads and force fields in place sealing us in OPS.

<CEO_Hoyt> TO: Can I have my weapon back? 

<CEO_Hoyt> TO: Looks like it's up to us then huh?

<CIV_Bodine> SO: I am betting that the OPS is going to find key strokes well masked can you review the data from OPS as the logs are pulled and try to decipher the strokes in a manner we can all understand.

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> :: Spots something in the keystroke log :: CIV: There, Mr. Bodine.  It appears that someone has recoded the tactical systems.  Now, we should be able to use this information to reverse the coding.

<TO_MJDoole> CEO: When a Vulcan gets of a certain age, they succumb to a very dangerous disease that affects their control of their emotions. When that happens, all they come in contact with lose control of theirs, regardless of species.

ACTION:  The security officers on the Cylopia begin banging on the locker doors and screaming for help.

<SO_Miller> CIV: Aye sir.

<TO_MJDoole> CEO: Here. ::hands back the phaser::

<CO_Regnum> FCO: Proceed Lieutenant, and try to find out what caused our course correction.

<CEO_Hoyt> TO: You mean Bendii Syndrome?

<SO_Miller> OPS: Ready when you are.

<TO_MJDoole> CEO: Let's get them out of there first though ::heads for the ship::

<FCO_Jankara> ::fires the thrusters to correct the rotation and course::

<TO_MJDoole> CEO: Yes, Bendii Syndrome.

<FCO_Jankara> CO: The computer is still searching for the cause Sir.

<OPS> ::pulls up the keystroke logs and begins reading through the lines of code:: ALL: This will take a while.  There are thousands of entries and multiple changes....

<CEO_Hoyt> ::grabs the TO's shoulder:: TO: I don’t know...what if they are still infected.

<CIV_Bodine> OPS: Please send some of them over to the SO, if you could, thanks

<CO_Regnum> OPS: As quickly as possibly please, we've got to find out who has control of the station.

<OPS> ::nods:: CO: Aye, sir.

<TO_MJDoole> CEO: If you’re not...they won't be either.

<CEO_Hoyt> :: nods at the TO ::

ACTION:  As OPS locates usable information; he forwards it to the appropriate personnel.

<SO_Miller> ::Starts working on the keystroke logs:

<CO_Regnum> Computer: Lock out all command functions to all parts of the station except for operations, Authorization Regnum-16-Omega-Pi

<CIV_Bodine> OPS: Cut your search down to the last few minutes please, I think we will find the answer not far behind.

<TO_MJDoole> ::opens the lockers to let out his tactical team:: Alpha Squad: Locate and detain the crew of the Cylopia.

<TO_MJDoole> ::motions for Alpha Squad to move out::

<CEO_Hoyt> TO: We should try to get to Engineering and get it back...I know a way or two in there that they don't know about

<CIV_Bodine> :: works on tactical segments of the logs that OPS is sending to him ::

<FCO_Jankara> ::gets the report from the computer:: CO: Sir, it looks like the command came from Engineering.  The Cylopia crew is there at the moment.

<TO_MJDoole> CEO: Let's go. Quickly.

<CEO_Hoyt> TO: Just make sure you don't hit the core...

<CIV_Bodine> :: looks at the FCO stunned ::

<TO_MJDoole> CEO: Who me?

<Computer> No recognition of command authorization Regnum-16-Omega-Pi

<CO_Regnum> OPS: Do we have transporter control? Can we get the Cylopia crew out of Engineering?

<CIV_Bodine> OPS: Do we have intercom system up yet? I need to talk to Doole, now...

<SO_Miller> CIV: Sir, I suggest we just shut down the computer core and transfer over to the backup system as it appears to be free from any tampering.

<CEO_Hoyt> TO: Yeah You...:: tosses him a phaser rifle :: All I can say is that they picked the wrong engineering to take over ::runs towards the nearest JT::

<FCO_Jankara> ::tries to redirect flight control in hopes of gaining access to the thrusters::

<CIV_Bodine> SO: Not yet, Ensign. 

<CEO_Hoyt> TO: I think we should let the captain know ::crawls into the tube::

ACTION: Sensors detect 6 large cruisers entering the area.

<CIV_Bodine> *TO*: Doole the ship is a waste of time post some men there to prevent escape.  The Cylopia crew has taken over Engineering get down there, Lieutenant quick!

<TO_MJDoole> *CO*: Captain. I've located the crew of the Cylopia. They're in Engineering. Headed there now.

ACTION:  OPS sends codes to flight that will regain control over thrusters.

<TO_MJDoole> ::makes quick motions to security to lock down docking bay 17::

<SO_Miller> CO: Six vessels on sensors, sir.

<CO_Regnum> SO: Identify?

<FCO_Jankara> ::sees her efforts blocked and grunts to herself::

<OPS> CO: No sir, I'll try to locate that as priority.

<CEO_Hoyt> TO: Come on...let's go...::crawls a little faster::

<CIV_Bodine> XO: We have incoming vessels...cruiser class attempting a tactical dump sir...

<TO_MJDoole> ::disappears up the jeffries Tube::

<CIV_Bodine> SO: Your idea is good but we need to do the reset later, we can't bring the computer down now, we would be worse off.

<TO_MJDoole> CEO: Hoyt? You got somewhere to go?

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> CIV: Do we have access to shields or other tactical systems?

<CEO_Hoyt> TO: About time...couple more tubes. Suggestions when we get in there...we will come out just behind my desk in my office.

ACTION: Hoyt and Doole reach the hatch that leads into the Chief Engineers Office.

<CIV_Bodine> ::still looking though the security key stokes he attempts to retrace the commands and regain tactical control he starts entering the sequence::

<SO_Miller> CO: 2 Cardassian, 1 Klingon, 1 Romulan and 2 Vulcan. They show heavy modifications sir.

<XO_Garta-Nmbarri> CIV: Mr. Bodine, do we have shields or tactical abilities?

<TO_MJDoole> CEO: You ready? Phasers on heavy stun.

<CEO_Hoyt> TO: Hold it ::does a tricorder scan::

<CIV_Bodine> XO: No, but soon I think... :: works hard ::

<FCO_Jankara> ::receives the codes Berry sent her and smiles as she inputs for thruster control::

<TO_MJDoole> ::follows the CEO::

<FCO_Jankara> CO: Captain, I have regained thruster control.

<SO_Miller> ::Computing the time needed to reboot the computer core::

<CEO_Hoyt> TO: I want to know what's out there first...I detect two in my office...and 10 in engineering...READY...GO!!!

<FCO_Jankara> ::fires the thrusters to correct the station's course::

<TO_MJDoole> CEO: Don't ask questions...Just shoot.

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