Star Trek - Lost Souls [Cortex +]

[Bindi] Flashback: Knock Knock

“Knock knock.”

“I do not understand.”

“Just say ’who’s there.’”

“But I already know your identity.”

“Yes, but it’s for the joke.”

“This is a joke?”

“You better believe it, brother.”

“Knock knock.”

“This is illogical.”

“Knock knock.”

" … "

“Knock knock.”

“Very well. Who is there?”

“Orange.”

“The Terran fruit or the pigment?”

“It doesn’t matter. Either one.”

“Then I choose Earth’s pithy citrus.”

“…You know what? NEVER MIND.”

…..

“I do not ‘get it.’”

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Expedition Log - 201205161351

The Jump Team returned to Makara after receiving a signal indicating that survivors would meet them at the GTM. CMDR Ferris and a full squad of marines accompanied the team.

The Jump Team determined that the alien threat force which had attacked the Makara was still present, and continuing to engage when it located pockets of civilization. During one of these engagements the survivors were moved to the protection of the Ancient Pillars which it was determined were able to use directed EMP against the drones. It was also determined that a protective field could be generated inside the perimeter of the pillars.

CMDR Ferris took a fire team of marines to set up a diversion so that the Makara civilians could move from their encampment to the protected area near the GTM. Dr. Orden and PO Hutchinson were able to get the protective field activated, which proved an effective defense. CMDR Ferris asked if the GTM could be used as a weapon, directing the matter stream it had gathered by disintegrating drones against the star ship in orbit. Dr. Orden made the necessary adjustments and the weapon was used to destroy the star ship.

The most critically wounded Makara were evacuated to Mina through the GTM and the Jump Team held station on Makara, joined by Ms. Parker who had conveyed the Central Authority members from their island refuge to Ocean Grove to set up government again.

The Jump Team then ventured to Vibaha, to see if they could learn anything about the cause of that civilizations fall. The Makara suspected that was the world the alien threat had followed them from. It was learned that the Vibaha had been in relatively open communication with the Vedas right up until the Vedas took their station out of the network to protect the other worlds from the threat, which we were able to determine was the alien threat which had attacked Makara.

The Jump Team will be returning directly to Mina after they complete their survey of Vibaha.

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Expedition Log - 20120428.0956

The Jump Team made preparations to go to Makara at the request of the Mina Central Authority. Dr. Orden and Ms. Parker began showing flu-like symptoms and were immediately quarantined. It was determined they were suffering from some sort of food allergy reaction to a local delicacy they had both shared. Although not considered contagious they were dropped from the jump to Makara.

The team reported they observed signs of a conflict. It appeared the Makara had been attacked by someone using advanced drone weapons systems. Information the team gathered suggested the Makara had been retreating civilians from their cities and engaging in defensive fighting.

PO Hutchinson took detailed scans of the alien devices including analysis of the traces of atmosphere in the casings. He concluded that the devices came from somewhere off the planet’s surface.

Examination of the Makara records suggested that the attacks began only days after they returned from Mina. Within a month they fell back from the city of Kura, where the GTM is located, which explains why they were unable to respond to out hails.

The Jump Team modified parts from one of the drones to broadcast a voice message on frequencies known to be accessible by the Makara informing them that they were an expedition from Mina and offering assistance. Then they returned to Mina.

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Darwin, Personal Log, 201204161402

It’s getting harder and harder to hold on to any hope of getting home.

The Lost have our first casualties. Two died when the last remnants of the (supposedly ended) civil war here decided to mount an attack on our homebase. I didn’t know the dead very well at all; I might have once passed a bowl of food down a table to one of them. It still hurts to have them die, especially so pointlessly. If that Vscikan had beaten me, I’d have been first, but it wouldn’t have been as empty a death. At least with him I had a chance to fight back. We found the attackers and destroyed their launcher, and hunted down the stragglers. They won’t hurt anybody else.

We took the GTM to Makara to make personal contact since technical comms weren’t working. It was at the “request” of the ruling body here, but Orden wanted to go to. I think she hoped there’d be somebody who knew how to make the GTM work, and maybe how to fix it if it broke, somebody who understood it. When we got there, it was evident the Makarans had been attacked by a spacefaring enemy. We found no living Makarans, and lots of droid cases. We can’t leave the gate open for any evacuees; it would open the gate for the attackers as well. Nobody here can afford that.

So we’re here, for the indefinite future. I can’t imagine the evac situation changing any time soon. I don’t want to contemplate staying here long term. I can’t think about it without breaking down. Work helps some, but the darkness doesn’t stay away. I keep thinking I should remember to tell him about some interesting thing, and then remember I can’t, and maybe, like it or not, won’t ever be able to again. The only place I can really escape is in my sleep. I’m so tired at the end of the day that I’m completely out until morning. Sleep is my friend right now.

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LT. Jessie Tezeno - Personal Log - 20120412.1534

The hospital got shelled. I’ve been in combat. The McNolte was in plenty of space battles. You’re mostly insulated from the events inside a starship. Even when you are hit, unless you happen to be at the site of a hull breach, it’s startling but not nearly as terrifying as things actually exploding and debris flying around. At least when the walls open up their is still air.

We lost two. Elsworth was a sweetheart. Mining was his thing, and he was really good at it. He was one of the few people who asked to allowed to keep working when Peabody said the civilians didn’t want to be assigned to work parties. He is survived by a wife, three children and seven grandchildren. Jennings was a hard worker, and she did more than her part. She didn’t have any family, not even a boyfriend. The thing that bothers me most is that because of what happened on P3-4797, no one might ever know they’ve died. Or that we’re still here.

Admiral Clark sent people to try to come here to assume command. She hand picked me for this assignment. I can’t help but feel that maybe I should have been sending her more reports, or something. But what if I had? What if I’d told her what I’ve been thinking about Ferris? I know that I couldn’t have had any influence over her decision to try to send people here. But I have to wonder if it wasn’t a good idea. Is Ferris even remotely capable of being in charge of the expedition? I know I’m not qualified. I don’t have the experience. Maybe I’m not being steady enough. I’m the XO. It’s my job to be the COs conscious, the voice of reason. Would Ferris listen to a voice of reason? I definitely need to ask him “Why” a lot more than I have been. I need to understand why he makes the calls he does. I can’t challenge a decision if I don’t know why, and I can’t know why if I don’t ask. He’s got to respect that right, that he’s supposed to be my mentor?

My mentor is a Marine officer with an apparent death wish and a bad temper with questionable sanity and blurry morals.

I could use a drink.

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Expedition Log - 20120411.1354

The expedition to Losan returned with two fully operational freight trains and a large cache of medical supplies. Preparations are almost complete to relocate the expedition to the seaside resort that was previously scouted.

Elements from the siege force that had been under the command of General Zerkin used one of the Mina Rail Guns to shell the hospital. There were numerous injured in the attack and two fatalities. Whitney Elsworth, the colonial mining engineer and PO3 Kathryn Jennings of the Star Fleet Survey team.

The Jump Team was able to locate and destroy the gun, and at the suggestion of Dr. Orden we are coordinating with the Mina Central Authority to locate the remaining four to neutralize them.

CMDR Ferris has been having Dr. Orden and Ms. Parker continue to attempt First Contact with the Makara through the GTM. He instructed them to continue to try and make contact for 72 hours. They received no reply.

The Jump Team went to Dinosaur island to assist with the movement of equipment to Unity Station and to offer Dr. Orden direct access to fresh imaging data from the station in an attempt to locate the four remaining Mina Rail Guns. She was able to locate the guns, and their locations were radioed back to Ocean Grove. CMDR Ferris instructed Field Leader Palmer to dispatch teams to dismantle each gun. CAG personnel have set out to dismantle the weapons and continue refugee operations.

CMDR Ferris was asked by First Citizen Renn of the Mina Central Authority to travel to Makara to determine what, if anything, has happened to the Makara people. The Central Authority is concerned that what happened to the Mina might have happened to the Makara. He hopes that we would make all efforts to render assistance on behalf of the Mina.

The mission is slated for after the Jump Team return from Dinosaur island. CDMR Ferris will be going with the Jump Team to Makara. Lt. Tezeno will be acting Expedition Commander in his absence.

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Darwin, Personal Log, 201204042359

I feel like I have been punched in the gut, one of those punches that leaves you wheezing on the ground struggling to breathe and it Hurts. So. Much. you want to die. But you don’t, and the pain keeps coming.

Some bastards broke the grand transmat, my path to hope, to home. All that’s left is a bad, unstable connection, and I am on the wrong end of it.

I hope they’ll fix it, but I don’t believe they will be able to, not soon enough.

Bindi out.

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Darwin, Personal Log, 201204041316
gamera is friend to little children

snippets of verbal narrative to video of “giant turtles”. Some, just hatched, are moving from a beach into the sea. Other images show giant turtle partially out of the water.

This world has another sentient species living on it. The species may be native. They resemble turtles in appearance and preferred habitat, although they are magnitudes larger than an earth sea turtle. We came across them while travelling south. Biron’s ward, Em, noticed activity on a beach, and scans showed that thousands of infant/juvenile creatures were moving off the beach and into the sea. The train was stopped to allow us to watch. As we watched, an adult surfaced and began making noises that sounded as if it were trying to communicate. After some time and effort, we were able to confirm that the sounds were indeed intelligent communications, directed at us. Others took over the communications effort once that was established. The creatures had noticed us because we are different. They live a very long time, and nothing like us was in any of their memories. The Mina and the Vsciki were unaware that these were intelligent creatures.

The Gameras were marvelous.

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CMDR James Ferris - Personal Log - 20120404.1537

We were able to neutralize the threat of the military in Losan with only one casualty. The city Manager, Luskin. He was part of the group that had met with the visiting Makara, and so one of the first exposed to the virus. His immunity, and his Vscika genetics didn’t spare him from the insanity we’ve discovered effects many of the male Vscika who are immune to the virus. He was ranting and raving about his righteous cause when I went in to talk to him. I explained that he was sick, and that my doctor could cure him. I offered him the choice of the cure, or a revolver. Then I left the room. His answer was forthcoming. Stebbins went in with Orden, who insisted on getting the revolver I borrowed from her back.

We’re committed now. Picking up refugees. Making supply runs. Helping them manufacture the serum. We are married to these people now. It’s only worse now that I’ve been informed there was an incident on P3-4797 and the GTM was damaged. Orden took it upon herself to use the GTM to call the Makara. Luckily she asked Parker for help, and any time Orden utters one of her ideas people are spreading the word. Tezeno was there to supervise. She’s the XO, she is authorized to initiate First Contact. She didn’t tell me until afterward, which means she’s finally getting her feet under her. She’s almost ready to take over if she needs to.

Short version, no one answered the phone on Makara. That’s not good. Better than the answer being an armed force arriving and opening fire, but still not a good sign.

The inciden ono P3-4797 is a little troubling. The CO of the Riemann called me. they had to push the GTM to get a voice signal through and the quality was bad, but he was able to tell me that Admiral Clark had sent six people to conduct an on-site survey of the situation on P3-4797. They tried to hijack the GTM, there was some shooting. The Riemann managed to get them beamed up and into containment, but not before an engineer and security officer were seriously wounded and the GTM took a stray blast.

Clark intended for them to come here and assume command. A Marine officer to lead the platoon and replace all the marine NCOs. Then one red shirted wonder to assume overall command. I think someone complained that I’m not a good leader. And I have a pretty good idea who it might have been.

Kicking a colonists ass would probably not get me any brownie points. Maybe I can bank on everyone thinking it’s just another wacky thing I did because I’m mentally unstable.

How stable am I anyway? And can that instability be directly related to my low blood alcohol content? As soon as I get time Sim and I need to sit down and have a few drinks to discuss it.

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Expedition Log - 20120403.0929

The Jump Team and a squad of marines under the command of CMDR Ferris were able to defuse the military situation in Losan. The last remnants of the Losan Combined Arms Group were prevented from inflicting casualties on the civilian refugees or the expedition members.

Luskin, the City Manager for Losan, refused treatment for his mental imbalance and took his own life.

The expedition used the Trans-Mat to ferry the majority of the refugees back to Ocean Grove, and then left Losan by train. The supply train picked up several additional survivors on it’s way to Ocean Grove and the Jump Team was able to secure a second train.

After the Jump Team returned we received word from the USS Riemann that an incident of some nature had taken place on P3-4797. A group of Star Fleet personnel, reportedly there on an inspection tour, attempted to hijack the Grand Trans-Mat and use it to travel to Mina. A security officer and an engineer from the Riemann were seriously wounded and the Grand Trans-Mat was damaged. The Riemann was able to make a voice only connection to relay the information. They are beginning to replicate replacement parts and hope to have the GTM repaired quickly.

Dr. Orden with the assistance of Ms. Parker attempted to use the GTM to make contact with the Makara. They were unsuccessful, and Lt. Tezeno ordered them to not attempt to contact any other stations on the network until she was able to consult with CMDR Ferris.

Lt. Tezeno and Administrator Peabody informed the remained of the expedition about the problem with the GTM on P3-4797. Dr. Stone spoke with CMDR Ferris about the situation, and expressed concern with the nature of CMDR Ferris’ command. CMDR Ferris encouraged Dr. Stone to file a report with Star Fleet Command once regular communications were reestablished.

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