U.S.S. Pendragon
10503.26

As Good a Spot As Any

Host Spot says:
Last time on the Pendragon....

Host Spot says:
::video of The Pendragon up on blocks::

Host Spot says:
::video of the crew playing around on a loaner... The Pontifex::

Host Spot says:
::video of the crew chasing a rogue Klingon aboard a Romulan vessel::

Host warp9 says:
::cue dramatic music::

Host Spot says:
::video of nothing blowing up..... yet:::

Host Spot says:
Recap: Captain's Log - SD 10503.19

Host Spot says:
The Pontifex was awash in light.  Its brilliance poured through the view ports and completely lit the inside of every cabin.  It forced its way through the smallest of cracks and created some that most never knew existed.  Hard surfaces vanished and soft shadows fled in the light that bathed the Pontifex.

Host Spot says:
Its warmth surrounded him like the arms of a new mother cradling her infant.  Rofax lay silently on the floor of his cabin at peace with himself.  His mind drifted and memories of loved ones returned to him.  Faces he strived to forget long ago now took shape as though it were the first day they met.

Host Spot says:
The light flooded through the windows of his quarters, eliminating any differences between the Pontifex and the vacuum of space.  His breathing slowed and relaxed more with the next.  The pain of years lost melted from his face.  Rofax was unsure if he was alive or dead, but he was fully aware of the peacefulness around them.

Host Spot says:
The light bore into the core of his body, piercing through the callous exterior of a cold and bitter man.  His body put up no fight and his breathing stopped altogether.  The last beats of his heart faded slowly into the emptiness of space.

Host Spot says:
As the last breath escaped his lungs, a single point of light escaped with it.  Smaller bits of light danced all around it and raced in every direction.  As their speed increased, the light slowed to a stop and hovered just above his lips waiting for Rofax to start breathing once again.

Host Spot says:
<<<< Resume Mission: A good a spot as any... >>>>

Host Spot says:
ACTION: an insanely bright light surrounds The Pontifex.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::is still unconscious in sickbay::

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
::looking around at light::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
:: eyes shut tight and both arms over his face... still the light burns into his brain::

TO_Ens_Pook says:
::brings up an arm to shield his eyes::

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::thinks he is still sitting at the helm console::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::begins to come to::

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The viewscreen flickers and goes blank....

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
::shakes head and covers eyes:: Self What is this??

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
CSO: Commander Toms... Are we taking any radiation with this light?

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
XO: I can’t see sir...

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::keeps his eyes on what he thinks is his helm console trying to verify that the ship is still maintaining her course and speed.::

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
XO: Wait, I can make out the sensors, there active, but they don't see anything

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
::gropes his way to the command chair, carefully sits down ::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::wakes up with a massive headache ... the light isn't making it any better so she shuts them again::

TO_Ens_Pook says:
Self:  Argh...

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
FCO: Full stop, Mr. White. Station keeping thrusters only.

TO_Ens_Pook says:
::hears an alarm at his console::

TO_Ens_Pook says:
::checks it::

TO_Ens_Pook says:
XO:  Medical emergency in the Captain's quarters.

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::ignores the sensors and cuts impulse engines and fires breaking thrusters in a pattern that would, If 'normal' space physics applied bring the ship to a dead stop:: XO: Aye.

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
FCO: Try to get a fix on our position, Mr. White.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::gets up and tries to stumble for the door heading towards the bridge::

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The crew can hear the engines change pitch, but that is the only difference they can detect.

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
::trying to get some kind of information out of the sensors::

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::checks the sensors and shakes his head looking at the sensors again:: XO: I can't tell you where we are sir.  I can't even tell if we've stopped.  There is nothing on scanners period.  No land marks, no light, nothing, just light.  I cannot tell you were we are.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::somehow manages to find the door ... heads out into the corridor towards the TL::

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::thinks over his readings and similar phenomenon than brings up the master status display looking at power levels::

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
XO: Sensors have nothing, just us, no light source. Nothing

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
*COM*: Sickbay... medical emergency in the Captain's quarters. 

TO_Ens_Pook says:
XO:  His life signs are fading.

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
CSO: Is there anything you can do about this damned light? The entire crew will end up blind.

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
XO: We could shut the windows I guess

Host MO_Na says:
*XO*:  Dispatching a team Sir.   ::dashes off to the Captain's quarters::

Host Spot says:
ACTION: As Pettigrove enters the hallways, she walks past several former crew she has not seen in a long time... Shiar, Choi, and others that do not belong here.

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::brings up the computer's extrapolation of their current location and previous course  even if it is just a guess.::

Host MO_Na says:
::arrives at the CO's quarters.  Rings the chime::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::sees several former crewmembers ... thinks she is going nuts::

TO_Ens_Pook says:
::monitors the CO's life signs and hopes medical hurries::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::looks at them:: Shiar/Choi:  What are you doing here?

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::sits at the helm trying to figure out the ship's movement ignoring the bright light streaming in around the bridge::

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The CO's door chime makes no noise.

Host MO_Na says:
Computer:  Override security.  Authorization M32.

Host Spot says:
ACTION: As soon as OPS addresses her former crewmates, they fade as if they were a long forgotten memory.

TO_Ens_Pook says:
::notices the override and attempts to assist::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::sees them fade ... now know she is seeing things::

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The CO's door slides part way, but stop before opening completely.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
*XO*:  Pettigrove to bridge.  Either I'm going nuts or something is very wrong here ...

Host MO_Na says:
::sticks her leg in the door, then pushes::

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The doors clunks open with a thud and Rofax is laying peacefully on the floor.  A pinprick of light hovers just above his face.

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
*OPS*: Jo... Commander Pettigrove, are you feeling well enough to return to duty?

TO_Ens_Pook says:
::overhears OPS comm::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
*XO*:  I don't know, Sir.  I beg to report I am seeing things ...

Host MO_Na says:
::rushes toward the Captain, mindful of the light::

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::has a sudden stroke of 'genius' and stands up.  He walks over to the bridge's small replicator and orders several sets of wrap around sunglasses.  He quickly passes them around to the bridge crew for them to ware or ignore::

Host MO_Na says:
::activates tricorder and begins scanning the Captain::

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The light brightens somewhat in comparison to everything else as the MO enters the room.

Host MO_Na says:
*XO*:  Sir.  The Captain is dead.

TO_Ens_Pook says:
::overhears the comm and gasps::

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::returns to the station and pulls on the sunglasses able to see his console much better he promptly... does nothing::

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The MO detects no life signs from the CO, but would think he was almost.... smiling...

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
*XO*:  I just saw two crewmembers who are not here ...

Host MO_Na says:
::looks at the light curiously::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
*OPS*: You're doing better than we are on the bridge, then. Find or replicate a pair of high-luminance goggles like we use for Class K planet surveys, and then come on up here.

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
::puts on glasses::

Host MO_Na says:
::brings a finger towards the light::

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The light begins to dim...

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
*MO*: I am not about to accept that, Doctor. Get him to Sickbay and do your damnedest to revive him. Failing that, put him in stasis.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
*XO*:  On my way.  ::heads towards the nearest replicator to get the glasses::

Host MO_Na says:
::touches it::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
:: accepts glasses from White and puts them on ::

TO_Ens_Pook says:
::monitoring internal sensor data from the CO's quarters::

Host Spot says:
ACTION: In a blazing flash, the MO is turned to dust.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::has replicated what she needed and is now heading for the bridge, with goggles on::

TO_Ens_Pook says:
XO:  Ummm... Sir?

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
TO: Yes, Ensign? What is it?

TO_Ens_Pook says:
XO:  The medical officer... in the captain's quarters.  We just lost her.

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::looks at his screen and sneezes than cuts the inertial dampeners to half power ready to repower them if something drastic should happen.  He tries to figure out what way the ship is moving by feel.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::arrives on the bridge wearing a large set of goggles ... heads for her station::

TO_Ens_Pook says:
::something on his console catches his attention.  Looks at it intently::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
TO: What? What do you mean, "lost her"?

TO_Ens_Pook says:
XO:  Her life signs snuffed out.  There's no sign of her, other than a pile of dust.

TO_Ens_Pook says:
::continues studying the sensor data::

TO_Ens_Pook says:
XO:  Ummm....

TO_Ens_Pook says:
XO:  Worse news still Sir.

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
:: swears in fluent Klingon :: OPS: Commander, lock on the Captain and beam him directly to Sickbay.     TO: What now?

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::attempts to lock on:: XO:  Aye, Sir.

TO_Ens_Pook says:
XO:  There are several other life signs in his quarters.  A Cardassian, Trill, Bajoran, Human...

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  I can't get a lock, Sir.  I cannot detect anyone on internal sensors ... it's as if none of us are here ...

FCO_LtJg_White says:
XO: Sir, according to the computer we've traveled twenty five thousand light years but I don't see how the computer could have gotten that sensors are still not reporting anything.::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
*COM*: Security detail to the Captain's quarters. Intruder alert.

TO_Ens_Pook says:
OPS:  Not here?!

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
TO:  That's what the internal sensors are saying ... ::looks utterly confused::

TO_Ens_Pook says:
::looks around nervously::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
FCO: Can you determine our position?

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
OPS: Try locking on to his combadge.

FCO_LtJg_White says:
XO: That is negative.  I'd say the computer's giving us garbage.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::tries but doesn't like her chances::

Host Security_Team says:
*XO*:  Aye.  ::thunders down the corridors towards the Captain's quarters::

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
XO: I’m getting some data. The MO managed to get some data before she vanished.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  I have a lock ... but only on the comm badge.

Host Security_Team says:
::rushes through the Captain's doorway::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  Which would make sense as the internal sensors are saying there is no one here ...

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
:: more colorful Klingon language :: *COM*: Sickbay, send a full medical team to the Captain's quarters. Exercise extreme caution.

TO_Ens_Pook says:
::monitoring the security team::

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
XO: The data. This can't be right. ::looks at it again::

Host Spot says:
ACTION: As the Security Team enters, a mass of people is seen walking around the CO's body.  Faces some of them recognize, others they do not.

Host Security_Team says:
All:  Hold it right there!  ::raise their phasers::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
OPS: Well, I know that I am here. And since we are discussing the matter, I am going to take it on faith that you are here.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
ALL:  What is going on?

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The CO's guests pay no attention to the Security Team

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
XO: This data isn't just of the CO, but rather of former CO's. Capt Phail, Capt Zax and Capt O'Dunn.

TO_Ens_Pook says:
OPS:  We have visitors.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
CSO:  What?

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
FCO: I've had about enough of this place. Mr. White, pick a direction and get us underway... one-quarter impulse.

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
OPS: That’s what I thought. Capts Phail, Zax and O'Dunn. All former COs.

Host Security_Team says:
All:  I said HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!  ::finger tightens on the fire button::

TO_Ens_Pook says:
CSO:  What's with the Cardassian?

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
TO: Pardon?

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::senses the presence of the others:: XO:  Albaron ... I can sense them ... Phail, Zax, O'Dunn, and the Captain.

FCO_LtJg_White says:
XO: Aye sir.  ::returns inertial dampeners to full power and applies one-quarter impulse in the direction they were heading::

TO_Ens_Pook says:
CSO:  There's a Cardassian too... Cardassian life signs

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
:: moves over to the OPS station :: OPS: Jordan... are you strong enough to probe the ship telepathically, see if you can pick up on any intruders or other visitors?

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  I can try.

Host Security_Team says:
::fires on the Bajoran::

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
TO: I'm not sure, though I will look harder.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
~~~ Phail/Zax/O'Dunn/Rofax:  Captains ... ~~~

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::opens her mind attempting to sense who else may be onboard::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
FCO: Is there any sign that we are actually moving?

TO_Ens_Pook says:
XO: Ummmm.... did you want the security team to stand down... cause....

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The phaser fire passes right through the Bajoran and is pulled rapidly into the white light as if it were absorbed..

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
XO: There are some odd levels of particles in the light, or rather age of particles in the light. Very old.

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
TO: Spit it out.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::closes her eyes as she concentrates::

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The engines roar to life, but sensors can't tell if the Pontifex is coming or going.

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
XO: The TO is correct though. There is a Cardassian in the room, but it matches no one I’ve every seen before. The computer is searching records.

TO_Ens_Pook says:
XO:  Cause they're shooting... and umm... it's not having much effect though

Host Security_Team says:
::look stunned::

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::tries to find differences between the light levels on various parts of the ship::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
*COM*: Security... retrieve the Captain and transport him to Sickbay immediately.

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
XO: The computer found a match on the Cardassian. He appears to be one Emsil Marat's father, though who he is, I don't know.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::gasps slightly as she senses many different presences ... opens her eyes::

Host Security_Team says:
*XO*:  Gotcha.  ::approaches the Captain, but hesitate to touch him::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::checks with the sensors but still doesn't pick up any biosigns::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  I sense many presences ... all of them connected in some way to the Captain ...

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::shrugs and checks the flight log to see if it shows that they have moved::

Host Spot says:
ACTION: As the Security team approaches, the light spins into a vortex of sorts and absorbs the other "guests" in the room.  The light from outside is now gone.

Host Security_Team says:
::are stunned yet again::

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
::As light fades, checks sensors to get fix on where they are::

TO_Ens_Pook says:
::blinks::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::sees if she can telepathically communicate with the "presences" she senses::

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::pulls off the sunglasses as the light fades::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
:: removes his own sunglasses ::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  They're gone ...

TO_Ens_Pook says:
::wonders what the heck that was all about::

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The vortex continues to spin and pulls the Security Team towards the focal point.

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
OPS: Can you sense the Captain?

Host Security_Team says:
::struggles::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::tries to sense the Captain's presence::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
~~~ CO:  Captain? ~~~

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
XO: Sensors are just now starting to put together where we are. It could take awhile

Host Spot says:
ACTION: Pettigrove can sense extreme happiness coming from the CO.

TO_Ens_Pook says:
XO:  Ummm... the security team isn't responding...

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The Security Team is pulled into the vortex, one by one and disappears from sensors.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::frowns as she senses the CO and his mood::  XO:  I sense extreme happiness from him ... but, yes I can sense his presence.

TO_Ens_Pook says:
XO:  Holy smokes Sir!

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The vortex collapses from sensors and Rofax sits up screaming, it can be heard throughout the ship.

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
TO: *Now* what?

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::runs the external scans through a comparison of all star charts local to their previous local.  He ignores the distant screaming::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
All:  What was that?

TO_Ens_Pook says:
::covers his ears::  XO:  We lost a security team.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
~~~ CO:  Captain, can you hear me? ~~~

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The view screen pops back to life and flecks of light can be seen...  It looks like normal space.

FCO_LtJg_White says:
XO: From what I can tell we are at warp nine point two five with open space ahead.

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
FCO: Our position?

Host Spot says:
ACTION: Flashes pop in front of the view screen as normal space begins to reappear.  The pinpoint of light is now directly in front of them and growing brighter.

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
:: punches the comm :: *COM*: Medical! Get a team to the Captain's quarters and sedate him! NOW!

TO_Ens_Pook says:
::looks up at the view screen::

FCO_LtJg_White says:
XO: Somewhere else... I'll get back to you in a moment with the specifics.  ::Begins trying to decelerate the ship somehow::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
FCO: Evasive action!

Host Medical_team says:
::rounds the bend and into the Captain's quarters::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::finally remembers she has these goggles on and takes them off::

FCO_LtJg_White says:
XO: Were running over the redline, helm is unresponsive

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The MO and Security Team who were pulled into the light reappear in the CO's quarters.

Host Medical_team says:
::crashes into the security team::

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::looks for nearby gravity wells trying to turn the ship with anything he can::

TO_Ens_Pook says:
XO:  Ummm... good news Sir!

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The Pontifex reaches the pinpoint of light once again.  It passes directly through the hull and straight through the Pontifex.  The ship is now venting atmosphere.

Host Spot says:
ACTION: Flight sensors are getting a read.....

Host Medical_team says:
::pick themselves up off the floor and check on the CO::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
OPS: Activate emergency bulkheads!

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  Sir!  Hull breaches!!   We're venting atmosphere.  Attempting to raise emergency force fields!  ::fingers flying over her console::

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The Pontifex drops quickly out of warp as the star field comes into view.  The FCO has a fix on their position.

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::looks at the big flashing red light on his console as half the alarms go off on everyone's consoles. He swears as he sees where they are::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  I'm trying to!

Host Spot says:
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