Trouble on Deck 19

Posted on 19 Mar 2018 @ 11:43am by Commodore Harvey Geisler & Commander Terry Walsh & Lieutenant Commander Camila Di Pasquale & Lieutenant JG Shay Mitchell

2,025 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: Crossing Over
Location: Deck 19
Timeline: MD35 || 1014 hours

===[Deck 19]===

The turbolift doors opened and Harvey exited the lift. Immediately, he spotted two of the observers guiding members of the crew, all yellow collared, to a location where they would be transported to a different ship. The observers noted Harvey's arrival, but did nothing. Thankful for the language and communication barrier, Harvey tapped his badge. "Harvey to Terry Walsh."

The badge on his chest beeped and a voice came through it. Yeah, this would take some getting used to, until they had all their memories back. Then it would probably make all the sense in the world. He tapped it to reply, "This is Terry, what do you need, Harvey?"

"The computer says you're the Squadron Commander," Harvey said, watching the crew being ushered away. "To me, that means you possibly fly something. That make any sort of sense to you?"

Terry had made his way back down to where the smaller craft were and was currently exploring one of the rooms that had lockers in them. He'd found one with 'LtCDR T. Walsh' on the door and opened it. Inside was some kind of suit and helmet. "Yeah, it does," he replied. "I think I might," he added, running his hand over the head gear.

“See if you can take something outside,” Harvey suggested. “Let’s find out what we’re dealing with.”


==={Flight Deck]===

"I can do that," he replied. As soon I found out anything, I'll let you know." When the communication ended, Terry put on the suit and held the head gear under his arm. This felt natural to the the bald man as he walked backed out to the craft he'd been exploring earlier and climbed into the cockpit. His fell to the area to his left instinctively tapped a button. Unbeknownst to the Squadron Commander, muscle memory had moved his hand to the area. Between that and asking the computer for help, which is something he picked up on when they were all together, he managed to get the craft fully powered up and flying.

The large man was slightly nervous about the whole thing...like a pilot fresh out of the Academy. When he would finally get all of his memories back, though, that would change. But when that was going to happen, no one knew. Other people watched as Terry managed to slowly fly, what he'd learned was a fighter, towards the open area and through a fizzy field of some kind. He held a breath in as he passed out into the black. He turned around and saw where everyone else was. It was truly a large ship.

He maneuvered away from the back of the ship and saw three other ships. He made note that they were smaller than their ship and stationed at different locations around it. Terry wouldn't have known about the comparison, but the three Observer ships were no bigger than Starfleet's Oberth class ships.

None of the three ships immediately made a move, though one of them did decide to scan the small craft that left the Black Hawk. After its scan was complete, it broke formation and started to move towards the fighter, though it made no attempt to raise shields or arm weapons. Its sensors, however, established a firm lock on the craft.


===[Deck 19]===

Having closed the channel, Harvey followed the line of personnel to two rooms, labeled Emergency Transporter, which were across from each other. A sizable group had gathered in each of the rooms, and five at a time were led onto a large glowing pad. By the time Harvey entered, the five individuals were surrounded by a column of light. By the time the column dissipated a couple seconds later, the five crew members were gone.

Harvey was not put off by the process, rather he assumed it explained how the observers boarded the ship when the power was out. He noticed an unmanned control console, leading him to assume that the observers were in total control how this evacuation was being handled. A glance through the crowd to the other room told him that another group was disappearing. The staggering was a good indication that large groups could not be processed at the same time. With the observers in control, he could not stop them, but perhaps he could shut them down.

The Captain moved to the console and took a quick moment to study the controls. He was unable to understand the terminology used on the control studs, but there was one word he did understand: power. The power levels appeared to be nominal, but there were also options to tie into the secondary power systems. Wondering if were possible, Harvey stabbed his index finger at button after button, dismissing warning after warning. In a matter of seconds, the power available to the glowing pad doubled. A whine could then be heard in both rooms, slowly growing from faint to intolerable. “Get down!” Harvey shouted, waving the personnel off the platform. No sooner than they stepped off did sparks and pops emerge from above and below the pad. The pad then flickered and turned itself off, leaving behind a couple sparking connections, and some pillars of smoke.

While the observers looked to each other in surprise, Harvey clapped his hands a couple times to get everyone’s attention. “My name is Harvey Geisler,” he said to everyone. “And I’m your Captain. No one leaves this ship. Let’s get it moving.”

Harvey expected resistance from his similar-clad brethren, yet he was met with none. “Let’s go!” Someone cried out, and instantly there was a mad dash from the room. A couple others surrounded the observers, pulling out the weapons out of the observer’s holsters and aiming at them to keep them cornered. Harvey immediately assumed these individuals were from Camila’s security outfit and their basic instincts had emerged.

The observers made no move to resist, but it didn’t take long for three new observers to materialize with weapons drawn. Instantly, the remaining crew, including Harvey, were met with a wave of emotion and thought from the invaders, causing four humans to stagger in pain as their entire nervous system suffered an onslaught. One unaffected security guard began to fire at the invaders, downing one and causing the others to take cover before returning fire.

Harvey cursed, withdrawing to cover next to a guard with chevrons on his collar. “So much for keeping things under wraps,” he muttered.

At that moment, four gold uniformed people came around the corner moving fast, each of them armed with a Type III phaser rifle that none of them were sure about. They took aim at the armored figures as they scattered behind cover and began to lay down heavy cover fire. "Out, everyone out!" One with a single pip on his collar shouted.

The three remaining invaders increased their fire, preventing anyone from moving. The two that had been captured began to reach out to the newly arrived Starfleet crew with their minds, assaulting them with the painful thoughts.

Shay, who was now in possession of her identity and what role she held on the ship, rounded a corner and stopped when she saw what was happening. So, they'd turned hostile after all. Interesting. Knowing they fed off of thoughts and emotions, she cleared her head (just in case) and gave off nothing in the way of emotion. If they had any chance of knowing she was there, she wouldn't have any chance of helping the others.

Quietly, she peeked around the corner and looked at their locations. They were all between her and her own people. It was now or never. Thanks to a brief tutorial from the computer on the weapon she'd had at her side this entire time, she quietly fingered the setting to wide beam and went for level four. Did she wish to kill them? Yes. They were hurting the people she served with, but that wasn't her call to make. Once they were rendered unconscious, they could be disarmed and plans could be made. If this worked.

The young woman raised the phaser in her hand and set her sights on who she now classified as the enemy, then fired, hoping to get them all with the single, wide beam shot. Quickly, she ducked back once more and held her breath.

Two of the boarders collapsed and twitched under the pain from the shot. Their armor had protected them from a lot of the blast, but not the trauma to the nervous system. The final one kept firing with his pistol, with heat waves rippling around every energy lance.

Two of the gold uniformed personnel went down under the energy lances and one was gibbering in the corner under the mental assault. The remaining one, a Vulcan if her pointy ears was anything to go by, turned her phaser at the one firing and pressed the firing stud at the one with the weapon in a long, sustained burst at setting three.

The final invader's armor, weakened by prior glance hits, yielded to the Vulcan's charge. The alien underneath twitched and collapsed to the floor.

Shay peeked out once again and looked at the three fallen enemies, then moved out, keeping close to the wall as she moved. She continued forward and peered into then transporter where the pained cries were coming from and readied her weapon again as she locked eyes on the man she now knew was the Captain of the vessel. This was going to take some skilled marksmanship, and while she knew how to do it before, this was going to be luck.

Keeping her weapon on level four wide beam, she lunged toward the Captain and turned her phaser toward the observer while in motion and fired the shot, holding the trigger longer than what would normally be necessary.

The alien crumpled without much delay, and his emotional assault ended just as quickly. Harvey and the non-commissioned security officer, who had been writhing in pain just moments before, heaved sighs of relief. "Thank you," Harvey croaked, struggling to stand up. "They're all over the ship. We've got to stop them."

Shay helped the Captain get to his feet, then moved to help the other person. "You're welcome," she said, looking to the being on the ground that went from observer to offender. "We'll stop them, but why we really need to do is figure out how to keep more from getting on the ship, otherwise, this will all be endless."

The Vulcan woman who had managed to resist the empathic and telepathic torrent went over to the fallen alien and removed the weapon, then collected any other fallen ones. "That was not logical," she said, but wondered why she said it. "Let us get these beings restrained and put somewhere where they cannot cause any more problems."

Thankful for the help, he gave Shay a nod. He didn't recognize her, but it seemed she at least knew her name and function on this ship. "I think there's a place called the brig," Harvey said. "Thiago and Camila talked about it when I spoke to them earlier. It might be the best place for them. In the meantime, it's more important that we stop the rest and get this ship locked down."

"I'll start moving them and making sure they're disarmed," the young Ensign said. "What would you like done with their weapons?"

Harvey paused, not having considered a need to do anything with them. Then again, he was the Captain, and his job to keep thinking about the next step all while living in the now. "Collect them for now," he said with a shaky tone, still recovering from the mental onslaught. "Make sure they're not stored near the prisoners."

"Yes, sir," she said, then turned to make her way out where she spotted the Vulcan with some of the weapons once she'd gotten the other from the incapacitated intruder. "We're to move them to the brig and store their weapons a safe distance away."

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