Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Reedus: *Smirking breaths out smoke..* Hot headed.. its a family trait..
Chris: What?
Assassin: Jesus.. little girl calm down.. look at yourself..
*Tara A feels something odd as she realizes she can't harm him.. not if she wants to exist... *
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Reedus: *Smirking breaths out smoke..* Hot headed.. its a family trait..
Chris: What?
Assassin: Jesus.. little girl calm down.. look at yourself..
*Tara A feels something odd as she realizes she can't harm him.. not if she wants to exist... *
Tara A: Shut up...
Chris: Calm down.. I don't like him here as much as you do but there is no sense in hiding it.. But killing him is just going to show him how his precious secrets are worth keeping..
Ross: What are we going to do..
*Northman suddenly arrives on the pad.. looking around.. *
Northman: Uh what is going on?
*He looks at Chris...* Um.. friend of yours holding him up?
Ross: He has that effect on people apparently.
Northman: Chris.. The Borg have invaded the ship..
Chris: Your kidding..
Northman: No.. But it also seems that the Borg are also hitting the Klingons now..
Bat'rak: Where?
Northman: Along the Fluctuating Romulan border.. its spreading..
Chris: Is the ship doomed?
Northman: This one no.. Osterman and that old dingy ship definitely are..
Chris: Look Northman gather who you can here.. I am taking an away team to help the colony and find Kara.. Whoever doesn't want to come with me stays here and helps get the ship back in order and continue the fight..
Northman: Alright.. I can do that.. *He breathes hard..*
Chris: You can alright.. now go..
If we are done lets go..
Ryan: I need to get back to the Cleveland.
Tala: I'll go with you. Last report was the ship was being invaded - you'll need an escort.
Eight: Am I stuck here then?
You can go with Ensign Allen or you can come with me. It's up to you.
*OOC: Again sorry about that westx... trying to figure something to get you more involved. *
Chris: Alright.. Derek stay here and fix the ship. I need someone to get the ship in better working order.
Ross: Right.. on it.
*He looks at Shelana and Bat'rak*
Come on..
*He looks at his step father coldly..*
If your coming put that out..
Reedus: I will relax.. a bit if your new comm officer is right I expect my superiors to recall me back for more orders. Besides..
*He puffs the smoke out.. and looks at the time travelers..*
I need to report on the recent developments.
*He steps off the pad as they get on and the assassin sets the thing up again and gets onto the crowded pad.. *
Assassin: Ooo isn't working with family sooooo great..
*He tightens up and is all giddy while looking at Tara A.. she can't get a solid read on him...*
*Chris looks at Ross and Ross nods and hits the following buttons that energizes them to the surface.. *
*Klingon Space.. The defense forces are tied up with the borg on the Romulan-Klingon border.. Unlike Vega Colony they are fully functional.. and different than the preceding units.. the portal bringing them here is up and live.. No one knows what it is as Borg pour on through at increments.. In the battle the attack wings of Bird of Preys are getting eaten alive by the adaptation of their tactics with swarm manuvers.. One of these wings is a Klingon heir to the House of Gor'ak... Kah.. *
*On the First Planet...The Council is in session..*
*As the crew scurry about to get reorganized Reedus dons the helmet again.. he sends out a communication while going over to one of his dead men and plucking a tricorder.. from him with the readings.. *
Reedus: How do you want me to proceed? The missing DNA was not Dominion connected.. it is a unknown species.. not from this time .. We also have individuals trying to carry out a temporal mission.
*As the crew scurry about to get reorganized Reedus dons the helmet again.. he sends out a communication while going over to one of his dead men and plucking a tricorder.. from him with the readings.. *
Reedus: How do you want me to proceed? The missing DNA was not Dominion connected.. it is a unknown species.. not from this time .. We also have individuals trying to carry out a temporal mission.
OOC: who is this to?
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
*As the crew scurry about to get reorganized Reedus dons the helmet again.. he sends out a communication while going over to one of his dead men and plucking a tricorder.. from him with the readings.. *
Reedus: How do you want me to proceed? The missing DNA was not Dominion connected.. it is a unknown species.. not from this time .. We also have individuals trying to carry out a temporal mission.
OOC: who is this to?
*OOC: I was getting a Section 31 thing going.. But as for the romulans I have no clue how to proceed on that part. *
*As the crew scurry about to get reorganized Reedus dons the helmet again.. he sends out a communication while going over to one of his dead men and plucking a tricorder.. from him with the readings.. *
Reedus: How do you want me to proceed? The missing DNA was not Dominion connected.. it is a unknown species.. not from this time .. We also have individuals trying to carry out a temporal mission.
OOC: who is this to?
*OOC: I was getting a Section 31 thing going.. But as for the romulans I have no clue how to proceed on that part. *
Ooc: I might do something with the romulans once I get irons and Slade moved along a little more.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
*Down on the colony the team arrives to a mad house as security teams try and repel the borg. Chris and party head to the quartermaster sitting and takes a Phaser rifle.. Bat'rak takes one as well as a grenade belt. Shelana a melee kit. Chris takes a phaser turret replication kit. *
Chris: *Looking to the time travellers *
Who is good at tracking?
Assassin: Ask fur ball..
Shelana: Sir.. we need to help repel this attack as well..
Bat'rak: It seems to me the Borg here are being directed to put up more of a fight. My bet is that thing is using something to direct them...
*Down on the colony the team arrives to a mad house as security teams try and repel the borg. Chris and party head to the quartermaster sitting and takes a Phaser rifle.. Bat'rak takes one as well as a grenade belt. Shelana a melee kit. Chris takes a phaser turret replication kit. *
Chris: *Looking to the time travellers *
Who is good at tracking?
Assassin: Ask fur ball..
Shelana: Sir.. we need to help repel this attack as well..
Bat'rak: It seems to me the Borg here are being directed to put up more of a fight. My bet is that thing is using something to direct them...
Assassin: Interesting and effective..
Jack: Sorry bub, can't help ya.
Tara A: Assuming he *looks at Assassin* is telling the truth, we can't violate the temporal prime directive.
Slade is making his say outside the city after dealing g with a number of Borg.
Slade: little pests is what they are. The facility should be over this hill.
Capital
Thorne and his team are fighting off Borg drones as they come in droves.
Arcu: they aren't ending!
Thorne: we hold the line here!
*The Borg do continue to progress as if being directed to.. *
*Above the Borg Construct, the face dancer in his new skin waits with a device running on his wrist.. *
Kara: *Restrained and roughed up lightly.. with a cut on her cheek * Why are you doing this..
Face Dancer: I am doing this for someone else.. I do not know who sent those assassins after me, I am also unaware of why Section 31 did not fall for the bait I left..
Why I took you.. your important for something and I took your DNA.. Right now I don't care what happens to you.. The timeline has changed a bit..
Kara: No thanks to you..
Face Dancer: No thanks to those after me.. If I wasn't bothered nothing would have changed!
*Kara calms as she can tell it is telling the truth..*
*Down on the colony the team arrives to a mad house as security teams try and repel the borg. Chris and party head to the quartermaster sitting and takes a Phaser rifle.. Bat'rak takes one as well as a grenade belt. Shelana a melee kit. Chris takes a phaser turret replication kit. *
Chris: *Looking to the time travellers *
Who is good at tracking?
Assassin: Ask fur ball..
Shelana: Sir.. we need to help repel this attack as well..
Bat'rak: It seems to me the Borg here are being directed to put up more of a fight. My bet is that thing is using something to direct them...
Assassin: Interesting and effective..
Jack: Sorry bub, can't help ya.
Tara A: Assuming he *looks at Assassin* is telling the truth, we can't violate the temporal prime directive.
*She blocks any telepathic scans.*
Chris: Then why are you here? Why follow me?
*He looks to Shelana and Bat'rak*
Come on these folks are worthless..
Assassin: Heyy.. I'm not worthless..
*They ignore him and continue on down *
Assassin: Great.. You guys do realize that if he comes across that thing it will kill him.. To think I am spewing morality.. S***
*He follows in a discreet way.. waving them off..*
Thorne: finish setting up those charges then get the barricades up. We are going to have to slow them down if nothing else.
Maco: yes sir!
The group springs into action as thorne lays down suppressive fire as they set up charges around them before heading into a large building and setting off the charges.
Thorne: get me Cole on the line now! He needs to know how bad the situation is down here.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
*Down on the colony the team arrives to a mad house as security teams try and repel the borg. Chris and party head to the quartermaster sitting and takes a Phaser rifle.. Bat'rak takes one as well as a grenade belt. Shelana a melee kit. Chris takes a phaser turret replication kit. *
Chris: *Looking to the time travellers *
Who is good at tracking?
Assassin: Ask fur ball..
Shelana: Sir.. we need to help repel this attack as well..
Bat'rak: It seems to me the Borg here are being directed to put up more of a fight. My bet is that thing is using something to direct them...
Assassin: Interesting and effective..
Jack: Sorry bub, can't help ya.
Tara A: Assuming he *looks at Assassin* is telling the truth, we can't violate the temporal prime directive.
*She blocks any telepathic scans.*
Chris: Then why are you here? Why follow me?
*He looks to Shelana and Bat'rak*
Come on these folks are worthless..
Assassin: Heyy.. I'm not worthless..
*They ignore him and continue on down *
Assassin: Great.. You guys do realize that if he comes across that thing it will kill him.. To think I am spewing morality.. S***
*He follows in a discreet way.. waving them off..*
Hey I'll help!!
*Tara A collapses in pain is something screams into her mind, tears suddenly streaming down her face. Jack kneels next to her, holding her shoulder.*
Jack: What is it?
*She looks up at him, her eyes glowing white as her skin starts to get burning hot.*
Tara A *angry*: He's gone.
*She stands, heading towards the colony.*
Jack: Tara!
Tara A *angry*: They're all going to burn!
Jack: Tara, no! The timeline--
*Tara A steps forward of the barricade, her twilight barrier erratically deflecting Borg energy blasts as she gets close - in fall sight of Chris and his team.*
Tara A *angry*: Let me show you who I really am - what I really am!
I!
*Her body starts burning white as she pulls her fists back.*
DON'T!
*Her eyes flash, her hair blowing in some non-existent wind.*
CARE!!!
*The blast soars forward, annihilating every single drone in front of her for 50m. The yellow blast goes farther however, disintegrating every single Borg drone in the colony.
As the dust clears, Chris sees the similarities as she becomes normal, her eyes still glowing as she pants, tears falling onto the earth beneath her feet.*
*Down on the colony the team arrives to a mad house as security teams try and repel the borg. Chris and party head to the quartermaster sitting and takes a Phaser rifle.. Bat'rak takes one as well as a grenade belt. Shelana a melee kit. Chris takes a phaser turret replication kit. *
Chris: *Looking to the time travellers *
Who is good at tracking?
Assassin: Ask fur ball..
Shelana: Sir.. we need to help repel this attack as well..
Bat'rak: It seems to me the Borg here are being directed to put up more of a fight. My bet is that thing is using something to direct them...
Assassin: Interesting and effective..
Jack: Sorry bub, can't help ya.
Tara A: Assuming he *looks at Assassin* is telling the truth, we can't violate the temporal prime directive.
*She blocks any telepathic scans.*
Chris: Then why are you here? Why follow me?
*He looks to Shelana and Bat'rak*
Come on these folks are worthless..
Assassin: Heyy.. I'm not worthless..
*They ignore him and continue on down *
Assassin: Great.. You guys do realize that if he comes across that thing it will kill him.. To think I am spewing morality.. S***
*He follows in a discreet way.. waving them off..*
Hey I'll help!!
*Tara A collapses in pain is something screams into her mind, tears suddenly streaming down her face. Jack kneels next to her, holding her shoulder.*
Jack: What is it?
*She looks up at him, her eyes glowing white as her skin starts to get burning hot.*
Tara A *angry*: He's gone.
*She stands, heading towards the colony.*
Jack: Tara!
Tara A *angry*: They're all going to burn!
Jack: Tara, no! The timeline--
*Tara A steps forward of the barricade, her twilight barrier erratically deflecting Borg energy blasts as she gets close - in fall sight of Chris and his team.*
Tara A *angry*: Let me show you who I really am - what I really am!
I!
*Her body starts burning white as she pulls her fists back.*
DON'T!
*Her eyes flash, her hair blowing in some non-existent wind.*
CARE!!!
*The blast soars forward, annihilating every single drone in front of her for 50m. The yellow blast goes farther however, disintegrating every single Borg drone in the colony.
As the dust clears, Chris sees the similarities as she becomes normal, her eyes still glowing as she pants, tears falling onto the earth beneath her feet.*
Starfleet officer: My God...
*OOC: You mean she.. Ebren isn't dead just having a hard time.. Sasha is though..*
*In the distance, the Face Dancer smirks.. *
Face Dancer: Looks like I need to revise my plans again.. *He taps the button again on his wrist sending out a signal sending more Borg from the Tunnels and in space.. *
*Further away..*
Chris: You want to explain what that was? Who you are?
*As they walk away quickly before prying eyes ask what that was.. *
*Down on the colony the team arrives to a mad house as security teams try and repel the borg. Chris and party head to the quartermaster sitting and takes a Phaser rifle.. Bat'rak takes one as well as a grenade belt. Shelana a melee kit. Chris takes a phaser turret replication kit. *
Chris: *Looking to the time travellers *
Who is good at tracking?
Assassin: Ask fur ball..
Shelana: Sir.. we need to help repel this attack as well..
Bat'rak: It seems to me the Borg here are being directed to put up more of a fight. My bet is that thing is using something to direct them...
Assassin: Interesting and effective..
Jack: Sorry bub, can't help ya.
Tara A: Assuming he *looks at Assassin* is telling the truth, we can't violate the temporal prime directive.
*She blocks any telepathic scans.*
Chris: Then why are you here? Why follow me?
*He looks to Shelana and Bat'rak*
Come on these folks are worthless..
Assassin: Heyy.. I'm not worthless..
*They ignore him and continue on down *
Assassin: Great.. You guys do realize that if he comes across that thing it will kill him.. To think I am spewing morality.. S***
*He follows in a discreet way.. waving them off..*
Hey I'll help!!
*Tara A collapses in pain is something screams into her mind, tears suddenly streaming down her face. Jack kneels next to her, holding her shoulder.*
Jack: What is it?
*She looks up at him, her eyes glowing white as her skin starts to get burning hot.*
Tara A *angry*: He's gone.
*She stands, heading towards the colony.*
Jack: Tara!
Tara A *angry*: They're all going to burn!
Jack: Tara, no! The timeline--
*Tara A steps forward of the barricade, her twilight barrier erratically deflecting Borg energy blasts as she gets close - in fall sight of Chris and his team.*
Tara A *angry*: Let me show you who I really am - what I really am!
I!
*Her body starts burning white as she pulls her fists back.*
DON'T!
*Her eyes flash, her hair blowing in some non-existent wind.*
CARE!!!
*The blast soars forward, annihilating every single drone in front of her for 50m. The yellow blast goes farther however, disintegrating every single Borg drone in the colony.
As the dust clears, Chris sees the similarities as she becomes normal, her eyes still glowing as she pants, tears falling onto the earth beneath her feet.*
Starfleet officer: My God...
*OOC: You mean she.. Ebren isn't dead just having a hard time.. Sasha is though..*
*In the distance, the Face Dancer smirks.. *
Face Dancer: Looks like I need to revise my plans again.. *He taps the button again on his wrist sending out a signal sending more Borg from the Tunnels and in space.. *
*Further away..*
Chris: You want to explain what that was? Who you are?
*As they walk away quickly before prying eyes ask what that was.. *
Assassin: Wow.. She is a feisty one..
OOC: You said 'as she feels who else dies'. You'd already said Sasha, so I guessed it was Ebren.
*Tara A doesn't say anything, the streams of tears boiling on her face as she scans for the Face Dancer. Jack walks over to him.*
Jack: Bub, trust me, you don't want to make her angry when she's like this.
Tara A *angry*: I've had it with not getting what I want... All I've ever gotten is dead parents, friends, lovers...
Never again... This time I'm getting it right first time.
*Down on the colony the team arrives to a mad house as security teams try and repel the borg. Chris and party head to the quartermaster sitting and takes a Phaser rifle.. Bat'rak takes one as well as a grenade belt. Shelana a melee kit. Chris takes a phaser turret replication kit. *
Chris: *Looking to the time travellers *
Who is good at tracking?
Assassin: Ask fur ball..
Shelana: Sir.. we need to help repel this attack as well..
Bat'rak: It seems to me the Borg here are being directed to put up more of a fight. My bet is that thing is using something to direct them...
Assassin: Interesting and effective..
Jack: Sorry bub, can't help ya.
Tara A: Assuming he *looks at Assassin* is telling the truth, we can't violate the temporal prime directive.
*She blocks any telepathic scans.*
Chris: Then why are you here? Why follow me?
*He looks to Shelana and Bat'rak*
Come on these folks are worthless..
Assassin: Heyy.. I'm not worthless..
*They ignore him and continue on down *
Assassin: Great.. You guys do realize that if he comes across that thing it will kill him.. To think I am spewing morality.. S***
*He follows in a discreet way.. waving them off..*
Hey I'll help!!
*Tara A collapses in pain is something screams into her mind, tears suddenly streaming down her face. Jack kneels next to her, holding her shoulder.*
Jack: What is it?
*She looks up at him, her eyes glowing white as her skin starts to get burning hot.*
Tara A *angry*: He's gone.
*She stands, heading towards the colony.*
Jack: Tara!
Tara A *angry*: They're all going to burn!
Jack: Tara, no! The timeline--
*Tara A steps forward of the barricade, her twilight barrier erratically deflecting Borg energy blasts as she gets close - in fall sight of Chris and his team.*
Tara A *angry*: Let me show you who I really am - what I really am!
I!
*Her body starts burning white as she pulls her fists back.*
DON'T!
*Her eyes flash, her hair blowing in some non-existent wind.*
CARE!!!
*The blast soars forward, annihilating every single drone in front of her for 50m. The yellow blast goes farther however, disintegrating every single Borg drone in the colony.
As the dust clears, Chris sees the similarities as she becomes normal, her eyes still glowing as she pants, tears falling onto the earth beneath her feet.*
Starfleet officer: My God...
*OOC: You mean she.. Ebren isn't dead just having a hard time.. Sasha is though..*
*In the distance, the Face Dancer smirks.. *
Face Dancer: Looks like I need to revise my plans again.. *He taps the button again on his wrist sending out a signal sending more Borg from the Tunnels and in space.. *
*Further away..*
Chris: You want to explain what that was? Who you are?
*As they walk away quickly before prying eyes ask what that was.. *
Assassin: Wow.. She is a feisty one..
OOC: You said 'as she feels who else dies'. You'd already said Sasha, so I guessed it was Ebren.
*Tara A doesn't say anything, the streams of tears boiling on her face as she scans for the Face Dancer. Jack walks over to him.*
Jack: Bub, trust me, you don't want to make her angry when she's like this.
Tara A *angry*: I've had it with not getting what I want... All I've ever gotten is dead parents, friends, lovers...
Never again... This time I'm getting it right first time.
*She walks into the colony after the Facedancer.*
Chris: Well
*He gets a comm unit and starts trying to get people to engage what is left.. *
I am ordering strikes underground and find the source of the Borg.. underground.. that was a Borg experiment gone wrong we need to find it. I am taking a small group to take care of the jamming signal..
Officer *On the other side* : But..
Chris: Look just do it okay.. You have a chance.. the Borg don't give chances like this.. Do it..
Thorne is talking with Cole as they detect the surge.
Thorne: what the hell?
Mack: not Borg in origin I've never seen anything like this.
Thorne: sir I think we need to designate this a level alpha situation.
Coke: agreed I'll speak with irons and see what our next move will be. You keep your team and any remaining survivors safe.
Thorne: understood sir.
The channel closes as thorne walks over to mack.
Thorne: report.
Mack: a massive energy surg . But nothing the sensors have ever picked up before. It also wiped out all the Borg signals for a little while. More are coming in now but whatevdr that was it was not starfleet.
Thorne: keep scanning if you can pinpoint an exact location let me know.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
*Down on the colony the team arrives to a mad house as security teams try and repel the borg. Chris and party head to the quartermaster sitting and takes a Phaser rifle.. Bat'rak takes one as well as a grenade belt. Shelana a melee kit. Chris takes a phaser turret replication kit. *
Chris: *Looking to the time travellers *
Who is good at tracking?
Assassin: Ask fur ball..
Shelana: Sir.. we need to help repel this attack as well..
Bat'rak: It seems to me the Borg here are being directed to put up more of a fight. My bet is that thing is using something to direct them...
Assassin: Interesting and effective..
Jack: Sorry bub, can't help ya.
Tara A: Assuming he *looks at Assassin* is telling the truth, we can't violate the temporal prime directive.
*She blocks any telepathic scans.*
Chris: Then why are you here? Why follow me?
*He looks to Shelana and Bat'rak*
Come on these folks are worthless..
Assassin: Heyy.. I'm not worthless..
*They ignore him and continue on down *
Assassin: Great.. You guys do realize that if he comes across that thing it will kill him.. To think I am spewing morality.. S***
*He follows in a discreet way.. waving them off..*
Hey I'll help!!
*Tara A collapses in pain is something screams into her mind, tears suddenly streaming down her face. Jack kneels next to her, holding her shoulder.*
Jack: What is it?
*She looks up at him, her eyes glowing white as her skin starts to get burning hot.*
Tara A *angry*: He's gone.
*She stands, heading towards the colony.*
Jack: Tara!
Tara A *angry*: They're all going to burn!
Jack: Tara, no! The timeline--
*Tara A steps forward of the barricade, her twilight barrier erratically deflecting Borg energy blasts as she gets close - in fall sight of Chris and his team.*
Tara A *angry*: Let me show you who I really am - what I really am!
I!
*Her body starts burning white as she pulls her fists back.*
DON'T!
*Her eyes flash, her hair blowing in some non-existent wind.*
CARE!!!
*The blast soars forward, annihilating every single drone in front of her for 50m. The yellow blast goes farther however, disintegrating every single Borg drone in the colony.
As the dust clears, Chris sees the similarities as she becomes normal, her eyes still glowing as she pants, tears falling onto the earth beneath her feet.*
Starfleet officer: My God...
*OOC: You mean she.. Ebren isn't dead just having a hard time.. Sasha is though..*
*In the distance, the Face Dancer smirks.. *
Face Dancer: Looks like I need to revise my plans again.. *He taps the button again on his wrist sending out a signal sending more Borg from the Tunnels and in space.. *
*Further away..*
Chris: You want to explain what that was? Who you are?
*As they walk away quickly before prying eyes ask what that was.. *
Assassin: Wow.. She is a feisty one..
OOC: You said 'as she feels who else dies'. You'd already said Sasha, so I guessed it was Ebren.
*Tara A doesn't say anything, the streams of tears boiling on her face as she scans for the Face Dancer. Jack walks over to him.*
Jack: Bub, trust me, you don't want to make her angry when she's like this.
Tara A *angry*: I've had it with not getting what I want... All I've ever gotten is dead parents, friends, lovers...
Never again... This time I'm getting it right first time.
*She walks into the colony after the Facedancer.*
Chris: Well
*He gets a comm unit and starts trying to get people to engage what is left.. *
I am ordering strikes underground and find the source of the Borg.. underground.. that was a Borg experiment gone wrong we need to find it. I am taking a small group to take care of the jamming signal..
Officer *On the other side* : But..
Chris: Look just do it okay.. You have a chance.. the Borg don't give chances like this.. Do it..
*Down on the colony the team arrives to a mad house as security teams try and repel the borg. Chris and party head to the quartermaster sitting and takes a Phaser rifle.. Bat'rak takes one as well as a grenade belt. Shelana a melee kit. Chris takes a phaser turret replication kit. *
Chris: *Looking to the time travellers *
Who is good at tracking?
Assassin: Ask fur ball..
Shelana: Sir.. we need to help repel this attack as well..
Bat'rak: It seems to me the Borg here are being directed to put up more of a fight. My bet is that thing is using something to direct them...
Assassin: Interesting and effective..
Jack: Sorry bub, can't help ya.
Tara A: Assuming he *looks at Assassin* is telling the truth, we can't violate the temporal prime directive.
*She blocks any telepathic scans.*
Chris: Then why are you here? Why follow me?
*He looks to Shelana and Bat'rak*
Come on these folks are worthless..
Assassin: Heyy.. I'm not worthless..
*They ignore him and continue on down *
Assassin: Great.. You guys do realize that if he comes across that thing it will kill him.. To think I am spewing morality.. S***
*He follows in a discreet way.. waving them off..*
Hey I'll help!!
*Tara A collapses in pain is something screams into her mind, tears suddenly streaming down her face. Jack kneels next to her, holding her shoulder.*
Jack: What is it?
*She looks up at him, her eyes glowing white as her skin starts to get burning hot.*
Tara A *angry*: He's gone.
*She stands, heading towards the colony.*
Jack: Tara!
Tara A *angry*: They're all going to burn!
Jack: Tara, no! The timeline--
*Tara A steps forward of the barricade, her twilight barrier erratically deflecting Borg energy blasts as she gets close - in fall sight of Chris and his team.*
Tara A *angry*: Let me show you who I really am - what I really am!
I!
*Her body starts burning white as she pulls her fists back.*
DON'T!
*Her eyes flash, her hair blowing in some non-existent wind.*
CARE!!!
*The blast soars forward, annihilating every single drone in front of her for 50m. The yellow blast goes farther however, disintegrating every single Borg drone in the colony.
As the dust clears, Chris sees the similarities as she becomes normal, her eyes still glowing as she pants, tears falling onto the earth beneath her feet.*
Starfleet officer: My God...
*OOC: You mean she.. Ebren isn't dead just having a hard time.. Sasha is though..*
*In the distance, the Face Dancer smirks.. *
Face Dancer: Looks like I need to revise my plans again.. *He taps the button again on his wrist sending out a signal sending more Borg from the Tunnels and in space.. *
*Further away..*
Chris: You want to explain what that was? Who you are?
*As they walk away quickly before prying eyes ask what that was.. *
Assassin: Wow.. She is a feisty one..
OOC: You said 'as she feels who else dies'. You'd already said Sasha, so I guessed it was Ebren.
*Tara A doesn't say anything, the streams of tears boiling on her face as she scans for the Face Dancer. Jack walks over to him.*
Jack: Bub, trust me, you don't want to make her angry when she's like this.
Tara A *angry*: I've had it with not getting what I want... All I've ever gotten is dead parents, friends, lovers...
Never again... This time I'm getting it right first time.
*She walks into the colony after the Facedancer.*
Chris: Well
*He gets a comm unit and starts trying to get people to engage what is left.. *
I am ordering strikes underground and find the source of the Borg.. underground.. that was a Borg experiment gone wrong we need to find it. I am taking a small group to take care of the jamming signal..
Officer *On the other side* : But..
Chris: Look just do it okay.. You have a chance.. the Borg don't give chances like this.. Do it..
Officer: Right..
Eight: What the hell is going on?
Ryan: No idea. Science station?
Science: Whatever it was, the energy levels were completely off the scale! It was like 5 matter-antimatter detonations confined to a 50m radius!
*Reedus in an overhead shuttle also caught the explosion as well *
Reedus: Sir I am following the Ensign and the team.. they are coming upon the Borg structure..
Drake: Hold back. Don't interfere. I want as much data on that women as possible.
*On the ground, Tara A blasts down the door, the energy blast tearing apart every living thing stupid enough to be in the corridor at the time as she marches inside, purging Borg as she moves through before catching the facedancer.*
Tara A: Oh look. A rodent.
*She slams it against the wall, slowly crushing it.*
Comments
While fighting is going on outside Slade is in a old warehouse going through a terminal. Looking for important I formation in his search.
Slade: come on I know you had a facility here. And I know I'm not to soon. Ah there it is. Only a few miles away.
He downloads the file before placing a grenade on the terminal. As it explodes as he walks out.
Slade: now let the hunt begin.
Eight: Thanks.
Chris: Alright.. Derek stay here and fix the ship. I need someone to get the ship in better working order.
Ross: Right.. on it.
*He looks at Shelana and Bat'rak*
Come on..
*He looks at his step father coldly..*
If your coming put that out..
Reedus: I will relax.. a bit if your new comm officer is right I expect my superiors to recall me back for more orders. Besides..
*He puffs the smoke out.. and looks at the time travelers..*
I need to report on the recent developments.
*He steps off the pad as they get on and the assassin sets the thing up again and gets onto the crowded pad.. *
Assassin: Ooo isn't working with family sooooo great..
*He tightens up and is all giddy while looking at Tara A.. she can't get a solid read on him...*
*Chris looks at Ross and Ross nods and hits the following buttons that energizes them to the surface.. *
*Klingon Space.. The defense forces are tied up with the borg on the Romulan-Klingon border.. Unlike Vega Colony they are fully functional.. and different than the preceding units.. the portal bringing them here is up and live.. No one knows what it is as Borg pour on through at increments.. In the battle the attack wings of Bird of Preys are getting eaten alive by the adaptation of their tactics with swarm manuvers.. One of these wings is a Klingon heir to the House of Gor'ak... Kah.. *
*On the First Planet...The Council is in session..*
Reedus: How do you want me to proceed? The missing DNA was not Dominion connected.. it is a unknown species.. not from this time .. We also have individuals trying to carry out a temporal mission.
OOC: who is this to?
Irons: this situation is getting out of hand. Any word from anyone yet.
Moore: not yet. But we should be very shortly.
*OOC: I was getting a Section 31 thing going.. But as for the romulans I have no clue how to proceed on that part. *
Ooc: I might do something with the romulans once I get irons and Slade moved along a little more.
Reedus: *Nodding * My orders now sir?
*He heads to the shuttle bay where the shuttle he came in is waiting... with new personnel*
Chris: *Looking to the time travellers *
Who is good at tracking?
Assassin: Ask fur ball..
Shelana: Sir.. we need to help repel this attack as well..
Bat'rak: It seems to me the Borg here are being directed to put up more of a fight. My bet is that thing is using something to direct them...
Assassin: Interesting and effective..
Aboard his mogai
Sub admiral T'val: report!
Officer: sir the Borg are pushing further in. We can't hold this are .
T'val: by the elements we wil . Get the fleet back in position now! And press our attack. Our support will arrive shortly.
Kah: Get the torpedoes ready and the disruptors... aim for the weak spot in the shields!!
T'val: bring us about fire all disruptor . Bring us in the front of the group. Get us in a position to rally the remaining ships.
Officer: yes si .
T'val: to quote a Klingon perphaps today is a good day to die.
Earth
Irons: we need to get a hold of this situation.
*OOC: I was at one yesterday... I guess no one is going to jump on it....*
Vega
Slade is making his say outside the city after dealing g with a number of Borg.
Slade: little pests is what they are. The facility should be over this hill.
Capital
Thorne and his team are fighting off Borg drones as they come in droves.
Arcu: they aren't ending!
Thorne: we hold the line here!
Jack: Sorry bub, can't help ya.
Tara A: Assuming he *looks at Assassin* is telling the truth, we can't violate the temporal prime directive.
*She blocks any telepathic scans.*
Trials of Blood and Fire
Moving On Parts 1-3 - Part 4
In Cold Blood
*The Borg do continue to progress as if being directed to.. *
*Above the Borg Construct, the face dancer in his new skin waits with a device running on his wrist.. *
Kara: *Restrained and roughed up lightly.. with a cut on her cheek * Why are you doing this..
Face Dancer: I am doing this for someone else.. I do not know who sent those assassins after me, I am also unaware of why Section 31 did not fall for the bait I left..
Why I took you.. your important for something and I took your DNA.. Right now I don't care what happens to you.. The timeline has changed a bit..
Kara: No thanks to you..
Face Dancer: No thanks to those after me.. If I wasn't bothered nothing would have changed!
*Kara calms as she can tell it is telling the truth..*
Face Dancer: Betazoids always helpful..
Chris: Then why are you here? Why follow me?
*He looks to Shelana and Bat'rak*
Come on these folks are worthless..
Assassin: Heyy.. I'm not worthless..
*They ignore him and continue on down *
Assassin: Great.. You guys do realize that if he comes across that thing it will kill him.. To think I am spewing morality.. S***
*He follows in a discreet way.. waving them off..*
Hey I'll help!!
Maco: yes sir!
The group springs into action as thorne lays down suppressive fire as they set up charges around them before heading into a large building and setting off the charges.
Thorne: get me Cole on the line now! He needs to know how bad the situation is down here.
*Tara A collapses in pain is something screams into her mind, tears suddenly streaming down her face. Jack kneels next to her, holding her shoulder.*
Jack: What is it?
*She looks up at him, her eyes glowing white as her skin starts to get burning hot.*
Tara A *angry*: He's gone.
*She stands, heading towards the colony.*
Jack: Tara!
Tara A *angry*: They're all going to burn!
Jack: Tara, no! The timeline--
*Tara A steps forward of the barricade, her twilight barrier erratically deflecting Borg energy blasts as she gets close - in fall sight of Chris and his team.*
Tara A *angry*: Let me show you who I really am - what I really am!
I!
*Her body starts burning white as she pulls her fists back.*
DON'T!
*Her eyes flash, her hair blowing in some non-existent wind.*
CARE!!!
*The blast soars forward, annihilating every single drone in front of her for 50m. The yellow blast goes farther however, disintegrating every single Borg drone in the colony.
As the dust clears, Chris sees the similarities as she becomes normal, her eyes still glowing as she pants, tears falling onto the earth beneath her feet.*
Starfleet officer: My God...
Trials of Blood and Fire
Moving On Parts 1-3 - Part 4
In Cold Blood
*OOC: You mean she.. Ebren isn't dead just having a hard time.. Sasha is though..*
*In the distance, the Face Dancer smirks.. *
Face Dancer: Looks like I need to revise my plans again.. *He taps the button again on his wrist sending out a signal sending more Borg from the Tunnels and in space.. *
*Further away..*
Chris: You want to explain what that was? Who you are?
*As they walk away quickly before prying eyes ask what that was.. *
Assassin: Wow.. She is a feisty one..
OOC: You said 'as she feels who else dies'. You'd already said Sasha, so I guessed it was Ebren.
*Tara A doesn't say anything, the streams of tears boiling on her face as she scans for the Face Dancer. Jack walks over to him.*
Jack: Bub, trust me, you don't want to make her angry when she's like this.
Tara A *angry*: I've had it with not getting what I want... All I've ever gotten is dead parents, friends, lovers...
Never again... This time I'm getting it right first time.
*She walks into the colony after the Facedancer.*
Trials of Blood and Fire
Moving On Parts 1-3 - Part 4
In Cold Blood
Chris: Well
*He gets a comm unit and starts trying to get people to engage what is left.. *
I am ordering strikes underground and find the source of the Borg.. underground.. that was a Borg experiment gone wrong we need to find it. I am taking a small group to take care of the jamming signal..
Officer *On the other side* : But..
Chris: Look just do it okay.. You have a chance.. the Borg don't give chances like this.. Do it..
Officer: Right..
Thorne: what the hell?
Mack: not Borg in origin I've never seen anything like this.
Thorne: sir I think we need to designate this a level alpha situation.
Coke: agreed I'll speak with irons and see what our next move will be. You keep your team and any remaining survivors safe.
Thorne: understood sir.
The channel closes as thorne walks over to mack.
Thorne: report.
Mack: a massive energy surg . But nothing the sensors have ever picked up before. It also wiped out all the Borg signals for a little while. More are coming in now but whatevdr that was it was not starfleet.
Thorne: keep scanning if you can pinpoint an exact location let me know.
Eight: What the hell is going on?
Ryan: No idea. Science station?
Science: Whatever it was, the energy levels were completely off the scale! It was like 5 matter-antimatter detonations confined to a 50m radius!
Trials of Blood and Fire
Moving On Parts 1-3 - Part 4
In Cold Blood
Reedus: Sir I am following the Ensign and the team.. they are coming upon the Borg structure..
Drake: Hold back. Don't interfere. I want as much data on that women as possible.
*On the ground, Tara A blasts down the door, the energy blast tearing apart every living thing stupid enough to be in the corridor at the time as she marches inside, purging Borg as she moves through before catching the facedancer.*
Tara A: Oh look. A rodent.
*She slams it against the wall, slowly crushing it.*
Do you know what I am?
Trials of Blood and Fire
Moving On Parts 1-3 - Part 4
In Cold Blood