USS Nighthawk, Mission Transcript 10405.22
Mission Number 184

Cast
Sam Hung as Commander Sid Monroe
Tim Schols as Lieutenant Gary Jackson
Chris Esterhuyse as Commander Varesh
Arlene McIntyre as Commander Anita Marie Santiago

Ship Manager Karriaunna Scotti

Missing in Action
Chris Anderson as Captain Chris Anderson 
Jim Koeller as Lieutenant Junior Grade Aaron Knight

NPC’s
Eric as Laika
Jim S as FCO Ens Lost
Arlene as Tessie and Nicolas

Summary
The Nighthawk prepared itself to drain power from the gateway and then blow a doorway home.  The crew needed to clear its mind and think about getting home when they got to the gateway.  As the crew began to clear their minds, Doctor Santiago had Laika bring in his “Private” stash of alcohol.  Doctor Santiago managed to calm her patients in her sickbay really quickly.  The ship floated to the gateway and drained the power.  Ensign Lost lost focus and started to fall asleep and then the dream in the gateway began to fade.  Counselor Varesh and Lieutenant Jackson managed to wake him and help him refocus.  After firing the torpedoes the Nighthawk found themselves in the middle of a battle with Federation ships and Bird of Preys.  Are they finally home?  Find out next week.

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Host XO_Cmdr_Monroe says:
First Officers Log Stardate 10406.12: We are about to enter the planet's atmosphere and cause "Power to break the Seam"  It might bring us home.

<<<<<<< Dreams of Homeward Bound >>>>>>>

CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
::In sickbay reading the chart by the beside of her newest patient.  She is muttering to herself because of the blasted klaxons::
Host XO_Cmdr_Monroe says:
::Runs around engineering making sure the adjustments are made::
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
<Tessie>  ::Rushes into the main sickbay with Nicholas and looks to Anita for their orders.::
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
::sitting on the bridge, in contact with all the telepaths on board::
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::waiting for the word to move in closer, fingers poised above the console::
CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
::Sitting in the center chair, looking around at his bridge crew as preparations for the actions were being made::
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
Tessie/Nicholas:  Prepare cargo bay 1 in case we get overrun by patients.  Nicholas I want a triage center set up here and you will be in charge of displacing the people.  Critical in sickbay.. everyone else in cargo bay.  Grab any medical trained personnel if needed.  If you have problems let me know  I'll jump all over someones bones about it.
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::thoughts keep turning to home but he needs to stay focused on task::
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
<Tessie> CMO: Will do Nita...  ::Gives Nicky a wink and hurries off.::
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
::looks over at Gary:: CTO: You do remember the procedures for atmospheric flight? Its not often we get to do a Blue alert.
Host XO_Cmdr_Monroe says:
::Sets the mixture and heads to another console and runs another simulation::
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
<Nicholas> CMO:  Gotcha.. I'll use the outer waiting room for triage.  I've got a couple nurses in mind for that.  Becca and T'Krole...  I'm off.  ::Hurries off to issue the orders.::
CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
::Looks at Varesh:: CNS: I'm sorry... I don't, that is... I don't have any experience at flight control..

ACTION: There is a nervous tension throughout the ship, almost palpable in the air.

FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::tries to remember the way the ship handled in simulations:: CTO: I'll do the best I can Sir
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
::smiles:: CTO: Its OK, I'm sure the ensign knows... FCO: You DO know, right?
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
::As her friends hurry off she looks down at her paitient.  Taking the tricorder she runs it over hom one more time then remembers something.::
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
CNS: Yes Sir, I certainly do
CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
::Smiles:: CNS: Agreed...
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
*CNS*:  V, I've got Tessie setting up Cargo Bay 1.  We may need your expertise if things get hairy.
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
Laika:  Ok Mr, what is your problem today?
Host XO_Cmdr_Monroe says:
::Nods and points to a young engineer to do a quick task:: *CTO*: Lieutenant, we are ready.
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
*CMO*: Acknowledge, Nita.
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::hears the XO and takes a deep breath:: Self: Please don't let me screw this up
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
::Pokes a finger on Laika's shoulder to see if he is still alive.::
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
::sends out a mental warning to the telepaths on board, and nods to himself as he gets the confirmations::
CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
*XO*: Understood.. ::Turns to the FCO:: FCO: Alright, engineering is all set. When you're ready, take her in, gently... ::Taps a few buttons, activating the blue alert::
Laika says:
::frowns, pouts, and crosses his arms tightly, trying to avoid the gaze of the security guards:: CMO: Weeeelll, you tell me, you're the doctor! I was... very innocently serving drinks, and making sure that my customers are happy, I'll tell you that much - and then I get threatened! Of all the indig... indig... Quite rude of them!

ACTION: A gentle klaxon sounds through the ship, and blue lights flash, instead of the usual red ones.

FCO_Ens_Lost says:
CTO: Aye Sir  ::moving his fingers swiftly over the console he slowly enters the atmosphere, keeping his hands poised to use the thrusters:: CTO: Here we go
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
::makes soothing sounds::  Laika: Who threatened you?  I'll beat them up if you like... ::Mutters::  Computer:  Silence Klaxons in the sickbay...it's driving me batty.
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
*XO*: Sir, take the warp engines off-line and vent the plasma from the nacelles.
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::can feel the buffeting as the Hawk noses down but so far it's easy to compensate for::
CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
::Looks at the viewscreen as they slowly glide into the atmosphere::
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
FCO: Ready atmospheric thrusters.
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
CNS:   Aye Sir
Laika says:
::releases his hold on himself slightly, as he gestures to the lights:: CMO: What's going on? I'm not safe here - I think I'll go back to my bar now. ::brushes back his hair, then looks at his blue complexion in a mirror, fretting over the blemishes:: CMO: I should have never left Bolarus...
Host XO_Cmdr_Monroe says:
*CNS*: Venting plasma. ::Adjusts plasma controls::
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::gets the thrusters ready and takes a deep breath:: CNS: They're ready

ACTION: The klaxons in sickbay is muted. A brilliant display of the vented plasma can be seen outside the ship as she nears the atmosphere.

Laika says:
::turns around and moves back to the biobed:: CMO: Actually, now that you mention it... maybe you should take a look at my really unsightly blemishes that have cropped up... ::whines::
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
Laika:  You are safe in my sickbay that I assure you.  Of course you should have left Bolarus... who else is there to get my tequila..and I mean the real stuff.
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
::holds his breath as the ship starts to lower towards the planet.::
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::isn't really aware of anything else but the controls and the way the ship feels as he gauges the angle of descent and their objective::
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
::Picks up a laser scaple and takes a sample of the blemish.::  Laika:  Ok this will hurt a little.
Host XO_Cmdr_Monroe says:
::Adjusts the power ratio::
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::feels the buffeting start to strengthen and corrects with the port thruster slowly, keeping their descent even and gradual::
Laika says:
::glares at the CMO:: CMO: I tell you, I will sue for malpractice if I so much as feel the heat of the power source on that thing! ::starts pulling away:: You're worse than the XO!
Host XO_Cmdr_Monroe says:
*CTO*: ETA to gateway.

ACTION: The ship is buffeted by the atmosphere, the shields glowing a bit as she screams through the upper levels.

CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
Laika:  That sweet dear little man....  Laika have you have considered therapy?
CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
::Glances at his console, then quickly turns back to the viewscreen:: FCO: What's our altitude?
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::can feel the sweat start to bad and drip but he can't let it bother him:: CTO: We're 20000 meters away
Laika says:
::laughs heartily and pokes the CMO on the shoulder:: CMO: Hah hah, seeing you is therapy enough! Hah hah... heh. ::his laughter dies down, and he behaves again:: CMO: Well. In any case... no, no therapy is needed, thank you.
CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
::Nods:: FCO: Thanks.. *XO*: ETA approximately five minutes...
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::is starting to really have to focus on the thrusters as the buffeting gets worse as they hit the wind belts::
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
::Smiles down at her favourite bartender.:: Laika:  Ok lets get at it then.   Have you eaten anything or drank anything unusual lately?
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
FCO: You're doing great. You have the target area on sensors. Remember, we cannot land... so you need to hover as close to the surface as you can.
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
CNS: Aye SIr, I'll put us as close as if we were going to kiss it
Host XO_Cmdr_Monroe says:
*CTO*: Very well.  I am going tto prepare the blast,
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
FCO: As long as that kiss is chaste, we're all happy.
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
CNS: No problem Sir, I'll make it smooth and close

ACTION: The target area comes up on the screen.

Laika says:
::under his breath:: Self: Just some eavesdropping devices... ::giggles to himself:: CMO: Well, just the other day, I prepared the most exquisite dish of Delavian Lava-molluscs. The grimiest, ugliest creatures you can find in the galaxy... but when prepared right, it tastes like, well, chicken, but the most wonderful chicken. I can give you the rec
Laika says:
ipe if you like?? ::grins::
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::has blinders on mentally; the only thing he sees is the obelisk but he needs to bleed off speed so he slows their descent::
Host XO_Cmdr_Monroe says:
::Nods to his assistant, presses the button on the computer panel to start the process::
CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
::Looks at the target as it comes up on the viewscreen:: Self: Here we go...
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
::Gags at the thought of molluscs::  Laika:  You can but I'll substitute with chicken.  ::Grins::  Do you eat these often?  Or better yet do you get blemishes everytime you eat them?
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
::taps his commbadge:: *ALL*: All hands, this is Commander Varesh. We're close to our target and now your strongest wishes to go home will be needed. Keep that in the front of your mind until I tell you we're home.
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::feels the Hawk shake as they hit a pocket of turbulence and he has to slow them down even more or lose lateral control...using both thrusters almost contiuously now::
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
::Hears V on the com and rolls her eyes.::  Laika:  Well start thinking of home.

ACTION: The Nighthawk slices through the air, the sonic trail defening.

FCO_Ens_Lost says:
CNS: Sir, I've got to slow our descent even more, the turbulence is worse than I thought it would be
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
::hands the nurse a sample of the blemish she cut from Laika::
CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
::Keeps his eyes focussed on the obelisk, but lets his mind wander off to home::
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
::thinks:: FCO: Circle around if you need to.
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::can feel his hands shaking as he fights to keep her steady and not nose into the ground...starts to sideslip to bleed off more speed::
Laika says:
::screams as he sees the CMO handing over a sample to a nurse:: CMO: You... you CUT me! They put you up to this, didn't they? Full physical my rump! They brought me here so you can slowly pick me to pieces... ::wipes a tear from his eye::
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::Self: C'mon it's almost over::
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
::feels the other telepaths gently nudge some of the crew to think of home, keeping an overall "psychic" eye on the whole thing.::
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
::Chuckles:: Laika:  Ok stop it or I will send you to see my good friend Varesh.  I need to know what the blemishes are.  Now you didn't answer my questions.  Answer it please.
Host XO_Cmdr_Monroe says:
::Thinks of home, closes his eyes and hits the purple button to bring the engines to full power::
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
*CNS*:  V, I may need you down here.  I've got a hysterical patient on my hands.  If I tranq him he may accuse me of trying to kill him.

ACTION: Cumulunimbus clouds boil near the target area.

FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::is so focused on flying that thoughts of home are barely there in the back of his mind but there nonetheless:: Self: Uh oh
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
CNS: Sir, we're going to have to skirt this storm or we're in deep trouble
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
*CMO*: Let me know if you do, Nita.
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
::keeps an eye on sickbay.  Tension is thick her staff braced for whatever happens.  With a quick look at the waiting room she sees Nicholas is ready for triage.::
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
FCO: Do it.
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
CTO: Gary, can you handle it up here if I need to go down to sickbay?
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::plots a course around the storm realizing it means that much longer he'll have to control the ship:: CNS: Aye  ::Moves the Hawk in a wide path starting to skirt the storm::
CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
::Looks at the FCO:: FCO: I'll try and boost power to the shields, that should enable a more direct path... ::Gets up from the center chair and walks to the tactical console and presses a few commands::
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
Laika:  Listen I need your help.  You know the good stuff you keep in the bar... the real stuff...I may need you to get some of the more..hysterical patients drunk... hmmm starting with yourself.
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
CTO: Aye Sir ::has to keep his fingers glued to the thrusters now; the changes in wind and pressure come fast and furious::
Laika says:
CMO: Questions? Oh. 1) Virtually the entire senior staff threatened me! ... okay, maybe not... maybe just a couple. And, 2) I have no idea what the cause of these blemishes are. And.... ::grins, as he thinks of the concept:: 3) For you, my dear, anything. ::grins::

ACTION: The extra power to the shields helps somewhat and the ship shuddering ceases a little.

FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::Feels some of the pressure ease off as the shields start to do their job and he heads again toward the obelisk::
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
::Grins:: Laika:  Great.  You can use the console over there ::Points to the right::  and have the computer lock onto them and have them transported..  Tell the computer it's a medical emergency.  Oh and don't forget the Tequila.
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
CNS: We're almost there Sir; I'm adjusting course again to put us back where we should be
Host XO_Cmdr_Monroe says:
::Gets a beep from the computer:: *CTO*: We are spiked.  Ready to light the match.
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
Laika:  In the mean time... ::The nurse hands Nita the results of the testing::   I hate to disappoint you but you have the measles.
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
FCO: Good piloting, Ensign. ::smiles at the pilot's back and fights the urge to start pacing the bridge::
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::can feel the ground effects start to compensate for its push::
CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
::Walks back to the big chair and sits down:: *XO*: Understood... FCO: How much longer till we can ignite?
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
CTO: Gary, I suppose we'll have to take the shields offline if we're going to be that close to the surface?
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
CTO:  We're 2 minutes away  and then I'll need a little time to get us hovering in the right spot Sir
Laika says:
::rubs his hands together, grinning with glee at the thought, and he moves to the console:: *Berent* Oh, Berent, bring out some of my... :;looks to the CMO:: ... Personal collection... and prepare for transport. ::grins, as he turns around, his grin falling to a frown:: CMO: Measles??
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
::One of the other doctors hand her a padd and she takes it.  Quickly reading over it  she nods then signs it off and hands it back.::
CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
CNS: We'd have to at least make them a lower range... almost as if it's part of our hull..
CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
FCO: Very well, take it easy...
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
CTO: You're the expert! ::grins::
CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
CNS: I feel safer with at least some shields up.. ::Smiles::
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::it takes all of his concentration now as he fights the ground, wind, and whatever else is trying to knock them out of the sky::

ACTION: The scenery can be seen flying by as the ship nears it destination.

CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
Laika:  Yeah measles.  It's a human childhood disease.  Pretty much eradicated but it pops up once in a while.  Have you been around blotchy children... ::thinks a moment::  No you couldn't have.  I haven't had any cases of measles since the last time I was on earth.
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::starts applying braking thrusters now, having to compensate for their loss of momentum::
CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
CNS: Why don't you hop over to tactical and set the new protection range for the shields? 1 meter from our hull should be enough...
Laika says:
CMO: Can I be treated? You have to treat me! ... Is it expensive?
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::can feel the ship slowing and as it does, control becomes easier and he begins the final push to hover as delicately as possible::
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
::nods and goes over to the tactical console, making the adjustments:: CTO: One meter. Got it.
Host XO_Cmdr_Monroe says:
::Begins to pace around his console, stops then paces again::
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
Laika:  Yes I can treat you... ::Puts her hand on her hips::  You know better then to ask me about costs.  When have I ever charged you?
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::Self: Closer, slower, that's it..almost there

ACTION: The ship slowly comes into position, hovering within meters of the surface and the obelisk.

FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::for the first time since he started this he thinks of home::
CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
::Smiles:: FCO: Good job, ensign..
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
Laika:  Just because I take your money at poker doesn't mean I don't remember my friends.
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
CTO: ::shakily:: Thank you Sir
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
CTO: You're up!
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
::Can't help thinking that this is taking a long time.  Ok Varesh what are you up to.::  *CNS*:  V, what is going on?  I want a straight answer Romeo.
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
::strengthens his link with the other telepaths:: *All*: We're in position, its time to want to go home.
CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
*XO*: Here we go, commander... ::Turns to Varesh:: CNS: Press the button...
Laika says:
::frowns:: CMO: Nevertheless, if I was on Bolarus, the beauticians there and the doctors would not hesitate to charge me an arm and a leg just to remove an unsightly blemish off those arms and legs. ::smiles:: Treat me, and I will give you the best - oh, I almost forgot. *Berent* Bring a bottle of my best tequila as well.
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
::nods and presses the button that will draw the power from the obelisk around the ship.::
Host XO_Cmdr_Monroe says:
::Stops::*CTO*: Understood.  ::Thinks about going home::
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
::Chuckles::  Don't worry you are not on Bolarus and the beauticians will be envious of my work.  You will look better when I'm finished with you.  You know you'll have to stay here a couple days.
CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
::Thinks about home, as he keeps a part of his attention with the events on the bridge::

ACTION: The ship sensors show the power flows, and the ionization of the atmosphere makes it visible as well.

Laika says:
CMO: Then it shall be the best couple of days. We shall have a party! *Berent* Energize! :;slaps the console, as the alcoholic beverages materialize next to him::
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::is tired and his thoughts of home slowly slip to his childhood::
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
Laika:  I need you to go into the waiting room with Nicholas.  Tell him I sent you.  There the less critically injured give them something to drink and keep their mind of their pain and what is going on.  ::Face becomes serious.::  Ok?

ACTION: Slow at first, then more strongly everybody can see "their" home, the dimension they had left so long ago, like a dream over the reality.

CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
::Smiles at her friend then gives him a hug.::
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::and before he knows it, he forgets all about home and family::
Host XO_Cmdr_Monroe says:
::Thinks about his family, in his reality::
Laika says:
::starts to stammer slightly, with a little bit of blubbering:: CMO: But... but... the party... ::then thinks that it is probably preferable to the CMO finding out anything more to report to the XO::

ACTION: The dream starts to waver, slipping into something that is not quite where the crew wants to go. It looks like an older memory, a cityscape.

CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
::Whispers in his ear.:: Laika:  Have a good party.
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
::looks around:: CTO: Something's wrong! ::searches mentally for the person who is not focusing anymore.
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::can't concentrate on what he was supposed to, so tired::
CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
::Stares at the viewscreen, slowly noticing a change:: CNS: I see it.... Let's get their attention back... All: Red Alert!
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::and as that happens he slumps over the helm::
Laika says:
::grins again, and nods knowingly:: CMO: Very good, Anita, very good! Oh, your tequila is ::points:: right there. ::grins, and carts off the alcohol to the waiting area::

ACTION: The red alert klaxons go off, sounding extra loud in the tense silence.

Host XO_Cmdr_Monroe says:
::Looks up at the Red light:: *CTO*: What the heck is going on?

ACTION: The dream vision slips further out of focus.

CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
::Hears the Klaxons once again in sickbay and sighs.  Here we go.  Nods to Nicholas.  She hurries off to secur the three patients already in sickbay.::
CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
*XO*: We're havnig trouble. Someone isn't focussing on home, we're not returning to the right dimension...
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::can't wake up::
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
::spots the FCO:: CTO: Gary! The pilot! I can't leave here, got to keep the powerflow up.
Laika says:
::screams a bit of a high-pitched scream as the klaxons go off all of a sudden; he nearly rams his entire load into an IV unit:: Nicholas: Not to worry, not to worry... ::he gets his bearings, then grins as he pushes his beverages towards him:: Nicholas: Not to worry, Laika is here. Choice of beverage? ::winks::
CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
::Nods, walks over to the locker and takes a med kit, takes out a hypospray and presses it to the FCO's neck::
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
<Nicholas> ::Grins as he sees Laika::  Laika:  Save it for the patients coming in... ::Sees the whiskey...::  Mmmmm maybe a small shot..
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::feels something and then he's waking up::
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
FCO: Focus mister! You're taking us out of alignment!
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
CTO: Sir, I'm so sorry. ::fingers fly over the console and he brings them back to the right alignment::

ACTION: The dream snaps into focus, almost painfully.

CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
*XO*: Now, sir!
Host XO_Cmdr_Monroe says:
::Starts pacing back and forth:: *CTO/CNS*: Have you isolated the indivual?
Laika says:
::quickly pulls the bottle of whiskey away:: Nicholas: Ah! Ah! Drinking on the job? What have we here, a Starfleet officer drinking on the job? ::laughs, and pushes the bottle against Nicholas' stomach:: Drink!
Host XO_Cmdr_Monroe says:
*CNS*: Understood. ::Hits the button::
CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
*XO*: Affirmative, our pilot had fallen asleep on the job... ::Chuckles::
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::doesn't know what happened but it won't happen again:: ::blushes::
Host XO_Cmdr_Monroe says:
::Fires the Photon Torpedoes::

ACTION: photon torpedoes

CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
<Nicholas> ::Winks and opens the bottle.  Checking to make sure Nita is not looking he takes a quick sip and hands it back to Laika.::  Laika:  Keep it safe for me my friend.  I'll need it after that is for sure.
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::keeps them steady as the torpedoes leave::

ACTION: Two photon torpedoes slam into the focus of the obelisk, and everything goes white.

CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
::Closes his eyes as the torpedoes are launched::
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
::holds his breath and frantically thinks of where they want to go.::
Host XO_Cmdr_Monroe says:
::Squints as everything is too  bright.::
Laika says:
::winks at Nicholas, as he stuffs the bottle away; he moves over to a particularly injured person; he appears to have broken his arm, and suffered severe burns all over his upper body; his hair is virtually burned off. He is not screaming in pain thanks to pain-killers, that must be it.:: Patient: Brandy?
CMO_Cmdr_Santiago says:
<Patient> Laika:  Oh definitely... a double if you please.
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::ready to keep them steady no matter where they end up::

ACTION: As the ship breaks through brilliant white field it shudders as if hit by a phaser at full power. The shields flicker.

CTO_Lt_Jackson says:
::Feels a slight shuddering:: CNS: How are we holding up, Varesh?
CNS_Cmdr_Varesh says:
CTO: Look. ::points to the main viewscreen::
FCO_Ens_Lost says:
::keeps the thrusters evened out and compensates::

ACTION: On the main view screen, phaser fire is seen lancing across the blackness of space in what appears to be a battle between two federation ships, one seeming to be dead in space, and four Bird of Prey...

Laika says:
::pours some Brandy into a glass for the poor, near-death patient:: Patient: I would drink to your health, but, well, I don't drink on the job, and well, it seems you have a long ways to go before you see good health again! Haha! :;his laughter dies off as he quickly moves away, the patient obviously unamused::
Host XO_Cmdr_Monroe says:
*CTO*: Where are we?

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