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Post by Ciel Phantomhive on Jul 22, 2010 17:15:57 GMT -5
"Ramming speed?" Gunning blinked, trying to shake off the chill his voice had given her. "Us?" A million jokes rang through her head but she kept serious. Tapping her com badge, she said "Captain, we have a way to get out of this."
No reply.
"Captain?" Silence still. The computer rang out next. "Captain Pennington is not on board." Gunning's eyebrows furrowed. "Where is she?" "Location unknown." "What do you mean, unknown? Where was she last?" "The Captain was last detected on the bridge."
"What the hell?!" Gunning cried, completely confused. Where was their captain? She turned to Khev and said "We need to find her. Send a message to your crew, see if anyone has seen her or knows anything."
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Jul 22, 2010 17:32:38 GMT -5
Khev gave her a sharp look, then pointed at the android, "Ask her."
Then he distracted her - surprising himself - and picked up where they left off, heatedly.
(Over to you, 'captain'! =) )
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Jul 22, 2010 19:10:32 GMT -5
Metal and green flames flew from a corridor that Pennington had littered with mines. She was shooting various computer components now, cutting off vital function. She knew there was little chance of escaping from here, but if she could just buy her ship and crew a little more time it would be worth the sacrifice. She was being driven into a wall, borg drones surrounding her like ants, all driven with the purpose of removing her. She threw a grenade over behind them and dived behind what cover she could.
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Post by Beckster on Jul 22, 2010 19:45:41 GMT -5
. John turned the corner in time to see Verity get impaled by the Borg. That scared him, so he didn't blame Stevey for convulsing, ever-so-slightly foaming at the mouth, and landing on the floor in a stiff, unattractive heap. The only problem with that was it was kinda gross. He rushed to the other John's side, pushing him out of the way so he could check out Verity's sparking wound. Without hesitation he removed the upper part of her uniform and got to work. Yes, work was his only intention. Obviously.
. The grounded, twitching Stevey suddenly sat up and was alert enough to aim, fire, and kill a stray Borg before freaking out and tossing the phaser aside and clinging to John again.
. "AH! You dummy. I'm trying to work here!" John whined as Stevey locked onto his arm. "Please!"
. Stevey released John, but refused to get even ten inches away from him. He stared wide-eyed at Verity's open wound.
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Jul 22, 2010 20:56:29 GMT -5
"Do you guys even know what you're doing?" A distressed Warner cried from beside them both.
"I do," John said, not looking due to his concentration. That look didn't really suit John for some reason. "He doesn't," He added, glancing at Stevey. "Can you help me put her on that panel over there? Makeshift bed, but hey, it's hard kneeling right here and I don't have enough tools. Please and thank you!"
Warner nodded and helped him lift her over to the panel.
"Thank you, sir," John said, now carefully sautering wires back together. Stevey was nearly having a heart attack from the intensity of the situation. "Stevey, things would be a lot easier if you'd JUST CALM DOWN," If John weren't used to bossing people around and being bothered during tedious work, this would have been a nightmare.
"Stevey, that's your name right? Everything is alright, just let your friend do his work and things will sort out, alright?" Warner smiled encouragingly.
Stevey made an odd squeaking sound, jumping about a foot and facing the other John. After a moment of staring in shock, Stevey nodded. The smile sort of creeped him out a bit. "Almost done Stevey then I will make everything alllllll better," John said coolly. Verity abruptly opened her eyes, sat up and looked around the room, despite not being completely repaired. "I was accessing the computer." She looked around Engineering, taking in the fallen borg, her own damage, the people beside her. "Ah Lieutenant Commander Davis, thank you for your assistance."
"Uh huh. Um. No problem," John said, pulling his hands away awkwardly and backing up. "That was sure a surprise. So, need any more help or are ya good now? I mean.. yeah."
She paused a moment to assess the damage. "I should be alright from here; however, do you know where my uniform is?"
"Yeah, well. I was trying to be considerate enough not to strip you an' all.. soo..." Rather than explain, John pulled it back up over her, showing the nasty hole in it. "That too may need some repairs."
"Verity you're alive!" Warner pulled her into an embrace. She blinked in blank surprise. "Well, that is one way of phrasing it sir. I see that you too are functioning with in normal parameters."
John walked over to Stevey and put his hands on his shoulders. "Are you still in there?" He asked, looking into his eyes. If it had been anyone else Stevey would have opossumed. Instead, he shakily nodded. "Good to hear," John said, slapping his shoulder. "Thank you for your cooperation."
Verity stood and gently…well, as gently as possibly, shoved the First Officer and the Romulan away from the console. “Excellent. With these reconfigured settings it is possible to divert enough power to photon torpedoes and even phasers…I can possibly destroy one of the borg cubes. Commander Gunning?”
Gunning untangled herself from Khev just long enough to look at Verity, stunned that she was alive again. "Y-Yeah?"
"Permission to destroy one of the borg Cubes?"
"MMmm... hehehe stop dammit! Permission granted!"
“AyCommander. Firing photon torpedoes and phasers now…” She flicked the cube onto the main viewer in Engineering and they all watched as the attacks hit their marks. There was a pause as the cube sparkled with electrical currents before it was blown apart from the inside.
“Excellent work Verity!” Warner hugged her, but she showed him no sign of affection whatsoever. “Thank you sir.”
((Posted with Beck and Brandy))
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Jul 22, 2010 21:02:45 GMT -5
Q flickered his finger. "Welcome to the afterlife, Alva. You're dead."
A pause. "Your crew killed you."
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Post by Randomman on Jul 23, 2010 2:47:38 GMT -5
"Argh take that you nasty space zombies!" Daniel battle cried as he flailed his kendo blade wildly in the air at the Borg drones invading bridge. Shuichi quickly bust open her phaser, setting it to change random frequencies every two seconds. "Ha ha ha ¡Coma mierda! Borg Cavornes! Pinche Pendehos Borg!!! Dios Miyous yo sta arta con bosutros!!!" her fist hit straight into the laser eye of one of the borgs as her leg extended kicking against the chest of another blinding one and knocking over the other. She felt her body suddenly tingling as her eyes went from white then flashed open with intensity. She looked around seeing the now battle damaged borg piles then turned her gazed to Daniel. She moved swiftly and was now behind him. her arms encircling his waist, her lips gently nibbling his ear "Daniel..." He turned slowly around to face her, but to see his wife's erotic almost frightening gaze as she moved in close to meet his lip. "F*** me!" she grasped his arm and started to dash to there quarters, but could they make it there? how long as Daniel wondered could she restrain herself. She was about to unleash more then the she wolf. There's nothing that could describe this heated passion.
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Jul 24, 2010 0:17:41 GMT -5
Alva looked around in frustration. "Very funny Q, I'm not Jean-Luc, and you're not God."
"How do you know that?" Q snapped his fingers and appeared in white, and Alva was bald. "Hilarious. Now put me back."
"You're dead." Q repeated. "No, I'm not. I'm in the middle of saving my ship and crew. Now if you will excuse me, I have a lot of work to do. I'm sure that's hard to understand for someone like you with an eternity of too much free time.
Q shook his head, "Mortals." Then very, very slowly, he explained, "You are dead. Your crew killed you. You're even slower than Picard." "My crew huh. So, they succeeded in destroying the cube?" Q sighed in exasperation, "Yes, and you were on it. You. Are. Dead."
"And..my ship?"
"Mm." Q shrugged. "I thought you knew everything?" She crossed her arms and sat on the ground, well, white void where the ground should have been. "I do; I just don't care." "Well I want to know, and you're talking to me aren't you?!" She was clearly getting agitated now. "So? Who are you to make demands 'Captain'?" Q seemed to wander off for a bit in this void of white, but never really went far. He seemed to be quite standoffish, and almost offended.
"My own crew huh? Heh..." She drew her knees up to her chest and rested her forehead there.
Q looked around, "Well, they're not here now, and you no longer have a ship, so I guess you're no longer a captain." Pennington didn't answer. Q hummed to himself. He excelled at playing the waiting game.
Pennington hugged her knees a bit tighter. It didn't matter as long as her crew were alive right? She was silent a bit longer. "D'Nal..." She began to cry.
Q gave her a disgusted look, then shook his head and walked off. "Mortals." Pennington took a few moments to regain composure, after all, according to Q she had eternity now. "So, lovely company." She turned to him glaring. "Didn't you want me to go begging for help? Well? Could you please at least tell me what happened to them?" "Too late for that now," Q appeared behind her, squatting on an imaginary rock in front of her. "I gave you your chance. So now what, plead for a second chance, Alva? Beg for a moral lesson?"
Q paused, "Did you really think everything would just be fixed, with a snap of my fingers? That this was all just a game?" "Well you certainly acted like it." She huffed indignantly. "You should have listened." Q folded his arms, then hooked his knee over his other, and studied her, "Well?" "What? You want me to kiss your feet?" "An 'I'm sorry', 'you were right Q' would be nice." He examined his boots, "No, not kiss them." He suddenly appeared in front of her, full judge robes and very serious. "How do you explain yourself and your actions?" "Explain myself to you?" She smirked. "Well why not, I have all day." She stood up. "I did what was best for the Harrogate." Q yawned, loudly, no longer in his judge's robes, but back in his starfleet uniform. "Well, you asked." "You said you weren't Jean-Luc!" Q mimicked the captain's voice, "We're still friends, aren't we Q? Nothing's changed, has it Q? I don't feel guilty about anything Q." "What does that have to do with anything?" "Everything!" Q looked at her in frustration, then sighed, resigned himself to a long and tedious explanation, and patted his knee, as if to say, 'come here, little Pennington'. He was somehow sitting down again in thin air. "Go on." She crossed her arms again, waiting. She appeared on his lap, dressed as an eight year old again, in the size of one. "You," he began patiently, ignoring her pigtails and white dress and knee-length socks, "are a child playing at being captain. You model yourself after Picard, but you are *not* Picard. *Picard* was not to proud to ask for help - to humble himself and admit he could not win. *You* did not. *You* are not mature enough to be out here."
A pause, and he patted her shoulder, "I warned you, you know." He sighed and shook his head, "but then you took on that cube single-handedly." He was at least looking sympathetic this time. I don't want to be Picard! I just want to know if my crew survived!" She wailed, trying to struggle from his lap. "If I told you that, you'd have not learnt the lesson." Q sighed. "Why don't you just tell me instead of playing all these stupid games!" Q gave her a sharp look, "That is quite enough. You do not understand. You will show some respect." He waited until he was satisfied she would comply - "Oh yes, strand us out here, with TWO borg cubes, oh and a Romulan fleet, and toy with us while you're at it. That track record is just BEGGING for my respect." Q shook his head, "No, I warned you of the borg cube; I had nothing to do with their appearance, or the second's. As to the Romulan fleet..." he smirked, "there was but one ship." "Heh...hehe..." She laughed awkwardly. "I guess you're right. I should have been fine then aye?" She stood up stiffly and walked a few feet away. "Oh I've had it with you, with this. Just let me be dead in peace already!?" She burst out crying for real. Q grabbed her, pulled her into his shoulder and back onto his lap. He patted her back not-at-all-awkwardly. She was crying herself blind so she didn't resist. She was pretty sure it was impossible to get any more low than being cradled by Q after being robbed of your command.
Q was surprisingly gentle and waited for her to finish. They had all the time in the world after all. Eventually, growing tired, he reached out and cupped her chin, and lifted her head, and stared into her eyes, "Do you want a second chance?" She sniffed a little, rubbing her eyes furiously. "Of course." "It will cost you." "Just tell me the price, it doesn't matter now."
"It matters." Q told her firmly, giving her a little shake. "It always matters." He prodded her shoulder, "The rest of the Continuum are not so lenient as I; *I* tried to warn you. Perhaps the fault is mine for not impressing upon you the seriousness of it..." "Well...what is it?" He looked at her seriously, then shook his head, "You're not ready to pay it. Better that you return to a world before this." "What, what is it? What can I do?" She sat up, looking him in the eye searchingly. His grip held her jaw fast, "if I take you from this place, you swallow your pride and you *ask* for help." He paused, "You will return to a place without me either way."
A second pause, "And if you choose death, I cannot protect you." She looked away, considering. "What do you mean...with out you?" "Who do you think was watching over you until you left your precious ship in that suicidal idiocy. What did you *think* would happen?" "Heh...I thought...my crew.." He looked at her. "What did you really think?" "I thought...that either they would find me, or I would die buying them some time." "You abandoned them."
She was silent for a long moment. "I wonder if that's how they will see it." She gripped her sleeves in her hands. "When would you return me? Will I...remember any of this?" "Not yet." Then he tilted her jaw, and kissed her cheek gently. She just looked down in confusion and sadness. Then he held out his hand. "Hm?" She looked at him a moment before taking it cautiously. "Shall we?" "Alright." Pennington woke up about to be assimilated on the borg cube; the plasma grenade had burned her and blew out a great chunk of the corridor. ...She remembered everything.
She winced in the dim light, and moved slowly, assessing the damage to her own body. "So, I'm alive then." She forced herself up and readied a phaser in her uninjured arm, ready to fight off the in coming borgs that were surrounding her. Q's voice whispered in her ear, "Don't use the transporters." Q himself was nowhere to be seen. "Q?" She looked around, but the corridors were empty. She gripped the phaser tightly. Borgs didn't use shuttles, what to do... "Yes?" A mini-Q appeared on her shoulder. "Erm...you said no transporters but...there isn't another way." She shot a borg that was coming too close. "There's me." "You? You would take me back?"
She got the distinct sense he had folded his arms and was looking at her as if she was a foolish child. "What's the catch?" "You have to ask." He sounded very dry. Then he added, "Nicely." She had since climbed up onto a precarious structure to avoid another borg. "Q, would you please take me back to my ship?"
He snapped his fingers, and there were two flares of light. Captain Alva Pennington appeared back on her bridge, in her chair. She blinked and looked around the bridge, rubbing the armrest with her uninjured hand for a moment before tapping her combadge. "Gunning...I'm alright. We need to get out of here."
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Post by Ciel Phantomhive on Jul 24, 2010 1:10:27 GMT -5
Gunning had to quit moaning before she could respond, but her voice was filled with relief when she finally managed to tap her com badge.
"Captain! Thank the stars you're okay!.... Ahhh! Khev, stop for a minute! Hehe... Ahem, anyway, we're working on a way out of here now. I'll get back to you about it as soon as we have something."
Well, Gunning wasn't actually working on anything at the moment. She was still pinned between an aroused romulan and a console, but with Verity at the helm she allowed herself a moment to rest.
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Jul 24, 2010 19:16:20 GMT -5
Khev gave her a dirty, dirty look. He had heard the sound of utter adoration in Sparkle's voice for her captain... and so he turned away from her, and walked over to the fallen borg and began to hack it to pieces, ripping out the tech. That laser would make an awesome sight on his rifle...
He ignored the other Federation types doing stupid things in the stupid engineering that he had stupidly shielded off and saved. Stupid humans. Stupid stupid... this borg was beautiful; look at the way its metal bits sparkled. Sparkle sparkle...
...But unlike his sparkles. He huffed silently, inhaled deeply, and went absent-eyed again.
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Post by Ciel Phantomhive on Jul 24, 2010 19:40:50 GMT -5
Gunning was startled by the look Khev gave her, and watched him retreat. As he paused in his dissection of the borg, she stepped up behind him and laid one gentle hand on his shoulder, turning him to face her. "You silly thing," she said softly, an adoring smile on her face, eyes sparkling strangely. "I'm not done with you, come back down here..."
Without giving him time to protest, she pushed up onto her toes and sought his lips for a kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck to keep her at his level. It was such a curse to be so short, but she was determined.
This man, this romulan man gave her an odd sort of feeling, one she enjoyed all the way down to her toes. She didn't exactly know why, but it didn't really matter. Maybe she could talk to the captain about letting him stay... then she could properly enjoy his company...
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Jul 24, 2010 19:43:55 GMT -5
Khev's only response was to stick the laser in Gunning's hair, tucking it under her hair. His hands roamed over her, fingers gliding along, and against better judgement, his lips found hers. His eyes were still glassy; and the borg in front of him lay open, its reddish-purple-pink energy signature dead.
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Post by Ciel Phantomhive on Jul 24, 2010 20:45:41 GMT -5
Gunning pressed tightly to Khev, kissing him passionately. The laser tucked into her hair confused her only for the moment it happened, she was more focused on the delightful sensation of his hands on her.
She quite forgot what she was supposed to be doing in favor of hopping up and wrapping her legs around his hips, forcing him to hold her even closer. He was warm and soothing and he was giving her chills... Oh the captain would be upset over their distraction, but she really didn't care.
She was enjoying herself far too much.
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Jul 24, 2010 21:21:30 GMT -5
With the bridge empty, and the ship controls rerouted through Engineering, Pennington hopped off her chair and started toward Engineering.
She stopped when she almost crashed into the doors of the turbolift. She should have guessed it wouldn't be functioning. She climbed up into one of the maintenance tunnels and tapped her combadge. "Pennington to Engineering, any hope of a functioning warp drive in our future?"
“In the near future, I believe. Now that I have ~access~ to everything I should be able to get us a rollin’,” John said, he was currently trying to locate the source of the power outage, which wouldn’t take much longer. Soon enough he was able to start working on repairs. “Expect power in about two hours.”
"Two hours?! That's not good enough! Team up with Lieutenant Verity, see if you can speed that up a bit...say, two hours."
John remained silent momentarily. "Um. Okay. . .? I will see if that is possible.” John turned to Verity, “Would you assist me in regaining warp drive inhumanly fast?”
"Aye aye sir...attempting to reroute power from weapons and non-essential functions; however, most of these have already been changed by the Romulan."
Warner looked around nervously, trying to think of something useful to do. "Hanging in there alright?" He asked Stevey.
“AH!” Stevey nearly hyperventilated when the other John spoke to him. He attempted to regain himself, now staring wide-eyed in his usual but abnormal slouching position. “Please don’t do that. But yes.”
John pat Stevey on the back, “I’ve just about accepted the fact there is no calming you down, but please don’t scream every time someone besides me touches you.”
“Ill try,” Stevey said nervously
“Back to work. Yeah, we’re nearly there, but some internal damages also need to be fixed before we can go crazy. I have some redshi- I mean crewmen working on that.”
"Indeed. Perhaps I should repair the more hazardous areas? My tricorder is picking up a mild radiation leak on the floor above us." Verity chimed in.
"Yes do that, please and thank you!" John said with a smile. "I will remain here and see what else needs to be done, if not I will assist you later."
"Aye, sir!" She hurried up the nearest ladder to take on the radiation leak. "Be careful" John Warner added.
((Posted with the Beckster))
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Jul 24, 2010 21:31:23 GMT -5
"Captain... captain!" yet another random redshirt screamed down the com, "the Borg, they - oh my - RAMMING SPEED! THEY'RE-"
He cut off.
If he wasn't already dead, he probably would be soon.
"WE LOVE YOU. ARE YOU LONELY?"
The infernal message was broadcast through the ship.
Khev proved to Gunning (by bending her backwards over the console) that he did not need the Borg's love...
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