U.S.S. Pendragon
10504.02

A Good a Spot as Any, conclusion
Host warp9 says:
Last week on the USS Pendragon....

Host warp9 says:
::video of the Pendragon docked at DS 14::

Host warp9 says:
Nothing much was going on.

Host warp9 says:
Meanwhile on the Pontifex...

Host warp9 says:
::video of really nifty looking little ship::

Host warp9 says:
::cue dramatic music as the scene pans forward to the Pontifex's bridge::

Host Spot says:
::and focuses on a bumper sticker "We brake for Warp Conduits!"::

Host Spot says:
Captain's Log - SD 10504.02

Host Spot says:
The memories flooded what little of his conscious he still possessed.  Names, places, dates all played out in his visions.  The time between that elapsed between each event was no longer understood.  For in this place time had no bounds or definition.  All slipped into a form without shape or dimension.

Host Spot says:
Rofax was aware he had stopped breathing some time ago, but in this place, it may have been minutes or perhaps eons.  He was no longer sure.  His lungs no longer scorched his chest from the lack of air and his mind has accepted its depravation of oxygen.

Host Spot says:
The pounding in his chest had long ago disappeared into echoes.  The pulsing of his veins fell cold to the sweet embrace of this new found home.  His physical body no longer held him to the confines he knew as reality.  He was free.

Host Spot says:
<<<<<< Resume: A Good a Spot as Any... >>>>>>

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::sitting at the helm checking their location for the sixth time again::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::on the bridge, unsure of what is going on::

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The Pontifex emerges from nowhere to somewhere within the Great Barrier.  Multiple alarms scream in the background.

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
OPS: Damage control report, please.

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
::checking sensors and incoming data::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::checks::  XO:  Checking now ...

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
FCO: Mr. White, are we where I think we are?

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::looks even more puzzled:: XO:  ummm ....

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
:: looks expectantly at Pettigrove ::

Host MO_Joe says:
::heading to the CO's quarters at a fast trot::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  Commander ... according to this we don't have a hull ... Sensors say every system on the ship is damaged.

FCO_LtJg_White says:
XO: That would be depend on where you think we are.

Host MO_Joe says:
::slips through the pried open door::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
OPS: Well... you and I are having this conversation, so let's just pretend we do have a hull for now, shall we? Dispatch damage control teams for visual inspections. I want reports every ten minutes.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  Already on it.  ::dispatches damage control teams to check every system visually and report back every 10 minutes::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
FCO: Mr. White, I have one nerve left, and you're getting on it. Where are we?

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
XO: Sir, I'm failing to pickup any SFC beacons. And the ships clocks, they are all showing different times.

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The CO's body is on the floor, pale white in color and motionless.  Everyone already in the room is unsure what to do.

Host MO_Joe says:
::scans the Captain::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::senses the XO's frustration ... is sympathetic cause she is frustrated too::

FCO_LtJg_White says:
XO: Sir, if the sensors are to be trusted we are approximately three thousand light years from Sagittarius A...the center of the Milky Way, sir.  We are within the Great Barrier, sir.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
~~~ XO:  Patience, Albaron.  They are doing their best. ~~~

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
::is mysteriously on the bridge.:: XO: Sir, I'm picking up multiple ships on sensors. Several hundred nearby, comprising of Romulan, Vulcan, Breen, Klingon, Bajoran, Ferengi, and so on and so forth.

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
CSO: Understood, Mr. Toms. Put that aside for the moment. Scan the immediate vicinity, and find us a safe place to park while we effect repairs.

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The CO's body does not register on the tricorder.  In fact, the tricorder fails to detect any matter within three meters.

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
XO: Aye sir. ::begins scans::

Host MO_Joe says:
::slaps his tricorder against his thigh a few times::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
TO: Life signs?

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The tricorder beeps rudely as all power fades from it.

Host MO_Joe says:
Self:  Damn!  ::Tosses his tricorder to the ground::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  Sir, just a suggestion ... maybe someone should go look out the window to see if those ships are really there ... ::knows its a bad idea but had to say it anyway::

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::keeps the ship in station keeping::

Host MO_Joe says:
*OPS*:  Can you get a lock on the Captain's body?  I'd like to transport him to sickbay.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
*MO*:  Did you say body?  ::attempts to get a lock anyhow::

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
::looks at the XO:: XO: Yes, sir. Thousands of them, but their bio-signs are weak.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
*MO*:  I can't get a lock ... sensors do not detect a body in the room.

Host MO_Joe says:
*OPS*:  That's impossible.  ::kneels down beside the body::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
OPS: Excellent suggestion, Commander. Would you run to the Ready Room and do just that?

Host Spot says:
ACTION: A tactical console beeps several times, indicating multiple proximity alerts.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
*MO*:  I'd suggest taking him down there yourself.

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
::wonders if the XO can hear it:: XO: Sir?

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The CO's body fades to transparent as the MO kneels down.

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
TO: What now, Mr. Newind?

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
XO: Multiple proxy alerts.

Host MO_Joe says:
*OPS*:  Understood.  ::moves his hand to where the Captain's forehead used to be::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
TO: Anything on a collision course?

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::Watches the TO curiously::

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
XO: Three Breen vessels, sir, and five Klingon ships closing to intercept.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
Self:  This is nuts ...

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
FCO: Back us off, Mr. White...

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::takes the XO up on his suggestion ... gets up and heads for the RR to go look out the window::

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The viewscreen pops with several explosions as the vessel engage.  As the ships explode, they appear to vanish momentarily to only reappear seconds later.

Host MO_Joe says:
::watches his hand pass right through::

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
::locks his mouth shut so no sarcastic comments are 'accidentally' said aloud::

Host MO_Joe says:
::gets to his feet and steps back::

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::puts the ship in reverse trying to 'back it off'::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
:: blinks :: All: Well, that's something you don't see every day...

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The Pontifex jumps to life, moving quicker than expected.

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
::looks quizzically at the XO::

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The CO's body appears solid once again.

Host MO_Joe says:
:;stumbles a bit as the ship seems to accelerate::

Host MO_Joe says:
*XO*:  Are we near any time or space anomalies?  Cause there is no rational explanation for what's going on down here.

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
*MO*: We're still working that out, Doctor. Attend to your patient.

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
::tries not to play a melody with the consoles beeping::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
TO: Locate the nearest ship belonging to a friendly species. Send a tight-beam hail to them.

Host MO_Joe says:
*XO*:  My patient apparently doesn't actually exist.  There is nothing we can do for him.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::comes back out of the RR:: XO:  Well those ships are definitely there, so for once the sensors are accurate.

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
XO: Yes, sir. ::checks scanners for any such species::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
*MO*: Continue monitoring him, Doctor. Move him to Sickbay as soon as you can.

Host MO_Joe says:
::visually monitors the Captain's body::

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
::sends a tight-beam hail to a Klingon ship::

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The battle continues on and several ships are recognizable.

Host MO_Joe says:
::asks the security team to move out to the corridor::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
OPS: Thank you, Commander. I need you to assess the degree of damage to the ship, and work out how quickly we can make repairs sufficient to get us through the Barrier and back to the Alpha Quadrant.

Host MO_Joe says:
::moves out the medical team as well::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  Damage control teams are on it.  I'm no engineer but we should be able to do something ...

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
:: places a hand on Pettigrove's shoulder ::  OPS: Just give me your best, as always, Commander...

Host Spot says:
ACTION: There are no responses to hails.

Host MO_Joe says:
::thinks that this would be the perfect opportunity to give the Captain a piece of his mind::

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
XO: Sir, I'm picking up Federation ships.

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
XO: The USS Bellerephon, USS Saratoga, USS Melbourne, and the USS Roosevelt.

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
:: looks at Newind :: TO: Indeed? Hail the nearest. Tight-beam, again.

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
XO: Yes, sir.

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
::sends out another hail::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO: Commander ... weren't those the ships that were destroyed at Wolf 359?

Host MO_Joe says:
::begins reciting his service record::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
CSO: Mr. Toms, do we have any operational transporters?

Host Spot says:
ACTION: A loud crackle comes back on the comms.  Too scrambled to understand clearly.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  Sir, damage control teams are beginning to report.  No visible signs of damage, even though sensors still say those systems are damaged ...

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
OPS: The names are certainly familiar. What's one more mystery between friends?

Host MO_Joe says:
::emphasizes the lack of promotions during his ten years on board::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
TO: Try to clean that up, Mr. Newind.

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
XO: There appears to be, yes

Host Spot says:
<CO_Rofax> ::would kindly remind the good doctor of his bathing habits during that ten years as well::

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
XO: Yes, sir. Self: Since when was I an audile specialist. ::does his best to decipher what was said::

Host Spot says:
<CO_Rofax> ::however, is unconscious::

Host MO_Joe says:
::goes on to describe in excruciating detail what sickbay on gamma shift is like... day after day after day....  ::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
FCO: Mr. White, which Federation ship is closest?

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::decides to scan for subspace and temporal anomalies ... playing a hunch::

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::checks the sensors and says stiffly:: XO: Sir, The U.S.S. Saratoga is the closest federation vessel at forty thousand meters, sir.

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
XO: Sir. The transmissions sound like someone talking about, chronologically even, the events of 'The Battle of Wolf 359' as if they were there.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  Sir, I have a theory ... or a hunch ...

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
OPS: Let's hear it.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  I've been scanning for temporal anomalies ... and I think I may have found something.

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
TO: Keep monitoring. Try to contact any of the Federation ships.

Host MO_Joe says:
:goes on and on and on::

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
XO: Yes, sir. ::is already hailing all 4 ships::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
OPS: Go on.

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The transmissions become clearer.  The speakers are definitely replaying the battle as recorded.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  Remember that white glow, for the lack of a better term, "spot" in the CO's quarters.  It's showing a temporal signature ... or it was as it's gone now.  I believe what we are seeing IS the battle of Wolf 359 ...

Host MO_Joe says:
::briefly diverts into a rant about the quality of the food in the mess hall::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  However, I am still picking up the temporal signature nearby ...

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  It would explain why our sensors are having so much trouble.

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
OPS: Can we use the temporal signature to return to our own time? And why do we seem to be within the Great Barrier?

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  I don't know.  We can try ...

Host MO_Joe says:
::then moves on to question losing their piano player::

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
::looks up the COs that served in the 'Battle'::

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
XO: Sir. The lifesigns are clearer.

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
XO: The ships are being piloted by ghosts.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::begins working out whether or not they can use the temporal anomaly she picked up to get them home::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
OPS: Do it, Commander.

Host MO_Joe says:
::waving his arms and stomping around during all this::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
FCO: Back us away from the battle.   TO: Cease all attempts to communicate with these vessels. Maintain subspace silence.

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
XO: Sir, Captain Rofax served aboard the USS Ahwahnee during Battle of Wolf 359, one of the few ships to survive.

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::continues the ship on full reverse impulse:: XO: Aye sir.

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
XO: Yes, sir.

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
::stops hailing the ships::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
TO: Is the Ahwahnee on our sensors?

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO: the spot is 300 metres dead ahead.  I suggest moving towards it slowly ...

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
FCO: Mr. White, you heard the lady.

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
XO: Checking, sir.

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::slows the ship to dead stop than applies forward impulse power at one tenth.:: XO: Yes sir.

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
XO: Sir, it's 20,000 kilometers out. It's fighting another ship.

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The Pontifex closes in on the coordinates and everything flashes brightly then fades to black.

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
::feels blind::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
OPS: Emergency lighting.

Host MO_Joe says:
::finally shuts up and stands still::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::hits the button to make the emergency lighting work::

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
::resists the urge to say: 'Wait for it.. wait for it..'::

Host Spot says:
ACTION: Nothing happens.  The crew is unsure is they are actually hearing each other or not.

Host Spot says:
ACTION: The MO flutters his eyes and wakes suddenly.  The CO is on a bed in Sickbay and someone is screaming at him.

Host MO_Joe says:
Self:  Ack!  ::takes a moment to get oriented::

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::wonders why he has a headache if he is dead::

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
::talks slowly:: ALL: Can you hear me?

Host Dr_Frankenfurter says:
MO: Quit standing there and help me!  Can't you see the Captain's in cardiac arrest!

Host MO_Joe says:
Frankenfurter:  Right!  ::rushes over to help::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
:: knows he still exists, as he can feel the command chair beneath him... but where are the others? ::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
Self:  Ok ... ::cannot see anyone ... tries to sense the XO through their bond::

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
::looks around, wondering::

Host Dr_Frankenfurter says:
ACTION: The bridge crew awakens to see the viewscreen and nothing on it but the emptiness of space.  Everything appears normal.

Host MO_Joe says:
::can't quite shake the feeling that something is really wrong here::

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
::stares dumbly at the viewscreen for a few moments::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
~~~ OPS: Jordan... I'm here, sweetheart. ~~~

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
All: Report.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::scans the area and checks the damage reports::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::relaxes as she senses Thraxis' presence in her mind::

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
XO: Everything is... normal, sir.

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::attempt to discover where they are this time::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  Confirmed.  All scans appear normal

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
XO: Sensor show nothing of interest

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
::tries not to laugh at the thought of normal::

Host MO_Joe says:
Frankenfurter:  Can we get him back?  ::checks the neuro readouts::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  Sensors show no damage.  All weapons and inventories accounted for.

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
FCO: What is our location?

Host Dr_Frankenfurter says:
MO: I am running out of options...  What do you have?

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::checks comms for normal subspace traffic::

Host MO_Joe says:
Frankenfurter:  We could cut open his chest and manually stimulate his heart?

Host Dr_Frankenfurter says:
MO:  You have a morbid sense of care Doctor.... I like it.  Let's get to it!

FCO_LtJg_White says:
XO: We appear to be back where we started from, sir.  Prior to finding the debris field.

Host MO_Joe says:
::hands Frankenfurter a scalpel::

Host Dr_Frankenfurter says:
::begins to make the initial incision::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
CSO: Check the Federation time beacons. What's the time lapse since we last left this position?

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
XO: Checking

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
::watches the screen again::

Host MO_Joe says:
::snaps on a pair of sterile gloves::

Host Dr_Frankenfurter says:
<Nurse Ratchet>  MO: You barbarians!  ::smacks the scalpel away::  Try this!  ::hands over a cortical stimulator::

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
XO: Sir, the time beacons are telling me that no time has passed. They are telling me that what has happen has not yet happened.

Host MO_Joe says:
::looks over the stimulator curiously then sticks it to the side of the CO's head::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  Figures ... this was a temporal anomaly.  I would be logical to assume if we went through it a second time it would deposit us where we started.

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
:: shakes head ::  CSO: Why did I know you were going to say that...

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
XO: Because that’s the way of things sir. ::smiles::

Host MO_Joe says:
::moves to a control console::  Frankenfurter:  How much juice should we give him?

Host Dr_Frankenfurter says:
MO: All of it?

TO_LtJg_Newind says:
::is brought back to reality by the beeps resulting of leaning on the console's buttons::

Host Dr_Frankenfurter says:
ACTION: Just then, the CO begins breathing again.  Total time unresponsive....  three minutes.

Host Dr_Frankenfurter says:
<<<<<< END MISSION >>>>>>