USS T-Durant Mission TDRP1712: "Wherefore art thou, Admiral?" (190310)

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Executive Officer: rear Admiral Cheryl Skinstad

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USS TAYLORHOLIC DURANT
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Background: The USS Taylorholic Durant exited the Loganno Nebula on route for its next port of call. A number of systems were damaged in the encounter with the mirror fleet, and most departments had been working around the clock to try to bring things back up to par. In normal circumstances a stop at Pinastri or one of the allied space stations for rest and repairs would be on the menu, but the Durant received an urgent call requesting mediation in a dispute between two planets in the Talaiporía system. We are now responding, however the need for repairs continues. We hope this will be a quick stop a couple of days and then we can limp into a starbase to get ourselves into shape.

According to the Chief Science Officer, the issue at hand is one of independence. The planet Tramlu has been under the rule of the planet Cronon for centuries. They have now petitioned to be separate, and have their own government. The Cronons don't want to let go of control. Both sides have agreed to a Federation arbitration.

A small Away Team, comprised of Captain James T Hode, Lieutenant Commander Hal Jordan (Intelligence), and Lieutenant Quentin Foulsbane (Security) beamed down to the set meeting place for the first discussion in what was hoped would be calm negotiations between the leaders of Cronon and Tramlu. After some waiting, things finally got underway with the traditional greetings of both civilization, which involved passing a hand underneath the hand of the leader while not smiling. The highest ranking persons went last for this ceremony. It was devoutly hoped that the greetings would segue into actual talks sometime this century. But, strangely, when Captain Hode at last stepped up to greet the Precia, some lights began to glow around his head. And then lights began to glow around her head. And the Captain could not release his hand. And the lights kept glowing and swirling. Although claiming there was no harm being done to either the Cronon leader or the Captain of the USS Taylorholic Durant, there was great consternation all around from both the Cronons and Tramulans. Jordan and Foulsbane too.

Despite many questions from the Starfleet crew and protests from both the Cronons and Tramulans, it seemed impossible to separate the Precia and the Captain. Intelligence Officer Hal Jordan took command of the Away Team and ordered that the Captain be transported directly to sick bay. The transporter chief could not get a lock. Jordan ordered a medical officer to beam down. The doctor checked out the captain. Jordan and security officer Quentin Foulsbane attempted to scan the area for the source of the light beams. In a moment of defiance, the Precia's own advisor said if this was not stopped she would remove the crown from the Precia's head. She then started to collapse, begging the Tramulan leader to continue with this traditional removal of the crown. The Princess was successful and the Precia became just an ordinary citizen. And the lights then went out. Soon thereafter, LTCmdr Hal Jordan and the Captain beamed directly to sick bay.


Some time later, the Captain ordered the Durant to rendezvous with Rear Admiral Cheryl Skinstad's shuttle, the USS Titan, on route to meet the Durant. Strangely, the Workhorse class vessel is not responding to long range comms.

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Evelyn Rieko (Lt Cmdr), Acting CO
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Hal Jordan (Lt Cmdr), Acting XO/Mission Ops ((GreenLantern Excelsior))
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James T. Hode had met with his senior staff briefly after returning from his personal visit to Cronon. His purpose had been simply to inform them as to his plan to take 48 hours personal leave of absence. "Mr Rieko, you have the ship. Mr Jordan, you will act as XO. Rear Admiral Skinstad's shuttle appears to be running late, I am ordering you to go find her and escort her back to Cronon where she can assist in negotiating what will happen now that Tramlu has been given its independence. There's still much to work through and agree upon so that the transition can occur without unrest." He looked to them, knowing they disapproved. He would listen but his bag was packed and his decision made. "My visit now is wholly personal and I state, here and now, for the record, that I will not, under any circumstances, act in any way that would interfere with the natural progression of these civilizations, nor will I try to influence their leaders in any manner. I am simply taking shore leave." After that, the Captain left the ship.

Evelyn Rieko walks onto the bridge, her mind filled with thoughts of what happened on Cronon. She'd read the Captain and officers' logs. It was amazing. So many strange things happened so fast. The Queen stripped of her crown, the glowing lights around her and the Captain, talk of soul mates, a Cronon Queen's advisor being stricken by the strange energy around the Queen and the Captain. She hoped that individual was all right. This is one of the things she will check on when they return with Rear Admiral Skinstad. She heard Jim stating he is taking shore leave for 2 days on Cronon. She feared he was making a mistake. She had tried to speak to him about this and change his mind, but there was no changing it. He was stubborn and would not see any point of view but his own. It was personal, a personal leave. She looked at the Captain's chair. thinking oh well... I have the big chair for now.

Russell Sprout took Helm and ran through pre-flight procedures. The Durant had been in orbit for some time now and he needed to ensure that everything was ready for departure. As he worked he had an ear cocked for orders from the Acting CO, Evelyn. Scuttlebutt had it that the Captain had connected with the Cronon leader in an extraordinary way and was staying behind. Some said for good. It was amazing the conclusions people drew with a tiny bit of information. No one was saying anything so he decided he should give a status report: "Durant still in orbit of Cronon. I have Admiral Skinstad's flight plan from Pinastri Operations and can extrapolate an intercept course. Need the green light from Engineering for warp and QSD."

Nems Johari is so happy to be back on the bridge. He steps to his security station. Status report will be good. Looking to Commander Rieko, "Sir, when Rear Admiral Skinstad arrives back, we can have the Marines and a security officer meet her and bring her back on board."

Hal Jordan sits at the Mission Ops station, still stunned at what happened on the planet. The Captain and the Precia had disconnected from each other and it appeared that things were back to normal. But now the Captain had defied the advice of every one of his senior officers and returned to the Precia again. Hal saw through his statement, too. He had said that he wouldn't "act in any way that would interfere with the natural progression of these civilizations," but if he resigned his commission and became the King of Cronon or whatever, he would become part of their civilization so his statement would still be true. You can't be prosecuted for violating the Prime Directive if you're no longer a member of Starfleet. We should have slapped him into the brig, but it is too late now. He notes the incoming communication. "Sir, Cronon Orbital Control has given us the green light to leave orbit when ready."

Leni looked a little confused about the Captain's return to the planet Cronon. What not on earth happened down there? His leaving remarks talking about the prime directive! She'd tried to glean what information she could from conversations in the mess hall and 10 forward, not having had time to peek into what logs she had access to, but the picture was still very unclear at best. Something strange for sure. Anyhow, the science systems still weren't 100% so she busied herself looking to those, rather than wondering about the goings on of an away mission, quite sure in her own mind Hode would be back soon. Looking up and noticing the Chief Science officer taking the big chair and takes the opportunity to enquire, "Lieutenant Cmdr Rieko, if you're not using the science station on the bridge?" pointing at the main science station on the bridge from over her seat at the second station.

Davis Wilson prepares engineering for the upcoming mission, all systems look to be at acceptable levels. Stands listening intently, awaiting orders. Checks off safety limits and keeps the ships systems well balanced. He knew the ship like the back of his hand. Hears mention of needing a green light for warp and holds a thumb in the air, ''She's ready to run when she hears the gun, Commander Sprout...'' he says cheerfully.

Rieko looked around at the crew, looked toward Cmdr Sprout, hearing his report, "Thank you Commander Sprout." She looks to the crew, and presses her lips together for a moment then says, "I know some of you have heard rumors, some of you are surprised, maybe confused by the Captain's statements and hasty departure from the Durant for 2 days of personal leave. He has personal issues to deal with. He has important decisions to make. Private decisions, and he will let us know what is happening when he feels the time is right." She smiled suddenly and said, "All of us are due shore leave soon." She focuses on the bridge, and says "Status Reports, everyone." She walked over to the Captain's chair and sat. She looks to Leni, "Yes, take the Science station, Lieutenant."

The transporter room confirmed all Starfleet personnel - save one - were safely aboard the Durant. Sprout busied himself figuring out the best route to the USS Titan. There was an undercurrent on the bridge, maybe on the whole ship. People wondering if Hode was gone for good. He didn't think it was all that unusual, having both the CO and XO gone at the same time. It wasn't like the ship was assigned to any other mission. They were just going to fetch the XO. He'd shut down gossip wherever he heard it. "I have a message from Pinastri Operations, Commander Rieko, Sir. The Admiral's shuttle disappeared from their long range sensors ten hours ago. They've not seen or heard from the Titan since. However they surmise the vessel probably crossed the event horizon of the Nekrit Expanse. They have forwarded last known coordinates, course and speed." He Adds: "Helm is green."

Johari looks concerned, hearing Commander Sprout talk about the Admiral's shuttle that hasn't been seen in hours. Rubs his chin, this is not good at all. Status report for security Commander Rieko, "Sir, shields are available at 100 percent, sensors are online, everything else is working on this end."

Jordan runs a quick diagnostic on the communications console. As expected, the results showed multiple errors. Several of the communications antennas had taken damage during the battles with the mirror fleet, and there was no redundancy available in the system. Even worse, the components that were working fine seemed to be glitchy, so he never knew from one minute to the next if he would have a fully operational console. But it's much better to concentrate on ship's systems for the moment and forget about what was probably happening down on the planet. Hal hopes that Durant still has a Captain after they retrieve their XO and return to Cronon. "Sir, local communications is up and running, but subspace radio operations is intermittent. Obviously it was working when we received the latest message from Pinastri, but right now it is offline. Engineering is troubleshooting. It looks like the problem is in our one remaining subspace radio antenna."

Leni sets running various diagnostics and tests on most of the systems, switching between backups and primary non-disruptively. Compiling a status report in the expectation one might be called for but useful anyway to take current stock of where we were and what remedial work remained to be conducted, and becoming more urgent as she hears the call for it along with permission to swap seats. Looks up to the CO. "Aye sir, should have the status report in the next few minutes, just need to get something from here, thanks." The thought crosses her mind as she gets up and takes position at the primary science station that at least this could be a quiet mission as we were probably the most expensive and technologically advanced 'uber' in the history of .. well .. everything! Still some quiet time would be good to catch up on what had happened and the updates that were backing up once we got the systems back to fully working order. Those pleasant plans suddenly cast into shadow as she hears Commander Sprout report her shuttle may have gone missing, news she greets with a roll of the eyes and a mumble to herself "Why is nothing EVER that simple around here!"

Wilson hears the call for a status report and runs down each system screen, checking and double checking, adjusting power levels now and then, what a relaxing job this could be at times. He was just hoping it stayed relaxing and all was good with the Admiral's shuttle, ''Engineering is green Commander, all set and ready to go on your word. Commander Jordan, let me know if you get anything new, we'll keep working on the antenna....''

Rieko looks to Sprout as he relays the message from from Pinastri Operations. Adrenaline rushing through her veins as she hears the Titan has disappeared 10 hours ago. She was worried about Jim, and now an even bigger worry about Cheryl. She had always been their responsibility, and now the roles have changed and she felt protective of them, and knew she was now responsible for their safety, along with everyone else's on this ship. "Sprout, set course for the last known coordinates of the Titan at Warp 8...estimated ETA?" She hears the reports, "Commander Jordan and Lieutenant Davis.. Good that Engineering is green, continue working on the Communications system, it's vital that we can send and receive messages." She stood abruptly, "Where in the world could the Titan be!?" She looks to Leni, "Prepare probes to send out once we arrive at the Titan's last known coordinates."

Sprout frowned to himself. The Durant hadn't had an easy time of it any time she had entered the Expanse, and here he was, once again, plotting a course to take them directly into it. It wouldn't be easy to locate anything in that soup. Not least a tiny shuttle. Surely the pilot of the Titan knew enough to skirt the Expanse? Or did he get himself in there by mistake, and find his navigational sensors were useless? Either way, it was a big error, taking an Admiral and Joint Chief into that nebular cloud and getting lost. He would not like to see that court martial. At least their own comms had worked long enough for that message from Pinastri to come through. He wondered if they had received his acknowledgment. He hears Davis's report and assumes they will be leaving orbit shortly, and prepares his flight path to exit the planetary system at sublight and then increase to whatever speed was ordered. "Aye Sir, exiting orbital course at one half impulse, increasing to warp eight at system border. ETA to last known coordinates... 22 hours, 4 minutes."

Johari says to himself, 'We can't ever have a smooth journey through space, something always happens.' Shaking his head as he focuses on helping to find the Titan. Looking into his sensors to determine a way to pinpoint what happened, why the Titan had just vanished out of thin air.

Jordan watches his console as the subspace radio system tries to reinitialize itself over and over. "bzzt...bzzt...POP!...beeeeep" is what he and everyone else on the bridge hears. He turns off the audible responses. They are great for providing notifications that something has changed, but at times they can be disruptive. He points the external cameras at the appropriate locations. The port subspace antenna is gone, along with most of the hull plate where it was mounted. Victim of a phaser hit when the shields failed, as he recalls. The starboard subspace antenna looks intact except for the large scorch mark on the adjacent hull. Probably severed the connection, and might require a spacewalk to fix it...a hazardous evolution at warp. Suddenly he remembers a past mission, and almost smacks himself in the forehead as he realizes the solution. His fingers fly across the console and he makes his report. "Sir, subspace communication has been restored, by using a tie-in between the bridge and the subspace radio in Shuttlecraft number two. Lieutenant Wilson, you can assign that repair job a lower priority now if you need to."

Leni finishes her tapping and examining with a final flourish of a tap and looks up to the CO. "Sorry for the delay, Sir, Science status report: All short-range scanners are 85% some minor damage bypasses to complete just waiting for a window for the disruptive replacements to be done. Long range scanners are showing signs of power depletion in one assembly, scheduling someone to swap out a gel pack in the next hour, no disruption expected there. Astrometrics is working, but the database storage arrays took a bit of a battering so reconstructing from the backups and dynamic logs. All in all I'd say still Amber but functional, and should move to Green within the next 3 hours Sir, and will prepare the probes as requested straight away Sir!"

Wilson hears Hal's statement about lowering the job priority and does so right away, ''Aye Commander, but we will still keep someone on it.... Repair team 3 in fact...''

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Rieko thinks to herself there is always something! She'd thought this would be an easy assignment, Pick up Rear Admiral Skinstad. Rendezvous with the Titan, Skinstad boards the Durant...take her to Negotiate the proceedings at Cronon. That's a simple assignment..but for the Durant, noooo...the Admiral and the Titan have vanished! She looks to Jordan and Davis..."Good work on Communications!" She looks to Sprout, "22 hours? lets change that to warp 9...ETA?" She looks to Science, "Power depletion.. Get a team working on that ASAP, LieutenantLeni."

Sprout "We have left the system, Sir, increasing to Warp Nine now. ETA reduced to 17 hours. We could jump onto QSD Sir, at least to the Expanse border, and drop to sublight for scanning and probe launch?" He didn't want to speak out of place but he understood the Admiral's situation was of concern and that they probably should get wherever they could get as quickly as possible. He began to scan the star charts and sort out an appropriate place to drop out of slipstream should the order be given. 'Not too close,' he murmured, choosing a spot at least 50,000 kilometers from the last known event horizon for the nebular cloud. He carefully plotted the course and ran the simulation through the computer twice to be sure he had it right.

Johari is still running data with the all the information he has that could have stopped the Admiral's ship. Did they run into unknown territory that could have trapped them? Were they fired upon and captured somewhere and we have no idea where? All these ideas running through his head as he shakes his head, cannot think like that. Moving his paws around the computer, searching for what was around the last place the Titan was spotted.

Jordan starts scanning the subspace bands, looking for distress calls or any attempted communication to Durant. The Admiral's shuttle has other communications available besides subspace, so he keeps the scanners going on those bands also. It is reminiscent of the old time blue water Navy, where someone was required to monitor radio communications at all time. "Keeping a watch" on the radio was the old style terminology. Normally the comm console will alert its operator when an incoming message arrives, but with the audible notifications silenced and the subspace connection jury-rigged, it would take constant concentration to hear anything coming their way. "Scanning subspace for any distress signals or other communications, sir."

Leni feels relieved, and shows it with a smile as the reports on other systems all sound in the green. At least we shouldn't be impacted by the repairs required to the science systems on this mission. That thought fading as fast as it appeared in her mind, remembering how often those thoughts proved like the kiss of death. The time as she waits for the various activities to complete affords her time to follow up on the CO's remarks on Hode taking 'private personal leave' and 'important decisions to make' by reading up on those logs on the away mission and piece together a bit more of the story. The idea of shore leave however was a welcome one and she managed a few seconds to consider where she might go for that, and that brought a smile. The probes were easy enough standard configuration though and selecting the slightly larger ranged Class 2 probe for this given we had an unknown location and taking the precaution of prepping a Class 4 as well in case we needed the greater range and speed to play catch up. "Probes configured and ready for deployment, Sir."

Wilson assigns the crew and broadcasts some orders to them, =^= Team 2, stand down on the antenna, team 3 keep up the good work, priority has been lowered by Commander Jordan, Davis out. =^= Shares current repair progress to Intel... Pushes all the available power to the Engines, ''That may help you, Commander Sprout...''

Rieko Looks to Hal, "Good, Commander Jordan, continue to scan for distress signals." She looks to Sprout, "Yes Commander...lets use QSD...we need to find out as much as we can as soon as we can? Lieutenant Leni, we will deploy the probes on my orders after we come out of slip stream."

Sprout had considered the possibility that Captain Hode was sending them on a wild goose chase to get them out of the Cronon system and away from him for as long as he could. But the message from Pinastri that the Admiral's shuttle had disappeared from LRS quickly changed his mind. He began to wonder how the Captain had known she was missing. That message only arrived after Hode had left the ship. Maybe it HAD been a wild goose chase but now it was becoming a real concern. 'Sometimes the universe makes sense. It's called 'synchronicity,' he murmured to himself. As it was, they would have done exactly what they are doing now, but perhaps 30 minutes later. If the Titan had entered the Expanse, the best he could do was extrapolate their course based on what was known. "Engaging QSD now, Sir. ETA reduced to 15 minutes. I have plotted an exit point 50,000 kilometers from the event horizon." He adds: "Thanks, Lieutenant Wilson."

Johari shaking his head, why isn't he able to find anything on the sensors to give him some sign of hope that the Admiral's ship isn't in harm's way or stuck somewhere? Continues using his scans to find out what is going on.

Jordan places the band scanner in automatic. It will scan subspace from the bottom of the band to the top and then start again at the bottom. He accesses his tricorder scans from the away team mission and starts reviewing them again, looking for something that he may have missed. There were hundreds of field generators creating the force field and light show. They were installed in the walls all around the courtyard, with several independent power sources. It would have taken the away team five minutes to deactivate all of them. He had been working with a Science Lab officer who speculated that the force fields held both victims firmly in place while "something else" manipulated their brains on a micro-cellular level. If they could find that manipulator and reverse its effects, then maybe they could have their Captain back exactly as he was before. He winces as sparks fly out one corner of his console.

Leni does science stuff.

Wilson monitors his station carefully as he hears QSD mentioned and keeps an eye on the safety levels, awaits further instructions.

Rieko says to no one and everyone..."Waiting for the Durant to exit the QSD".. She looks to Sprout, she has always admired him and his ability at the helm. He did not seem to realize just how great he was...or he maybe he did, "Commander Sprout, report."

Sprout kept an eye on his console during the proceeding minutes. The trick to managing QSD was exiting slipstream into normal space. God forbid they should exit in a planetary system or in the atmosphere of a planet or in the middle of an asteroid belt. When the exit point was approaching he called: "Almost there... Engineering, increase power to deflector grid now." Just in case they dropped into an area with any spatial bodies, a boost to the deflectors would assist. "Dropping out now... physics will carry us forward for a few hundred kilometers..." the Durant suddenly appeared in space with a swoosh. Although she was still moving, it almost looked like she was standing still. He thanked the gawds for inertial dampers.

Johari looks to Commander Rieko, "I would recommend we go to yellow alert for the safety of this trip, we need our shields up for this journey to save the Titan, Sir."

Jordan leans down to look more closely at one of the console readouts. Just at that moment, his entire console goes into overload and expires. He had always heard comical stories about the magical smoke that was contained inside duotronic circuit components. The smoke made the component work, and when you "let the smoke out," it stopped working. This console held LOTS of smoke, and it seemed to be all expelled directly into his face. He holds his breath and jumps out of the chair, watching as the console illumination flickers and dies. He steps over to one of the wall consoles and starts reconfiguring it as a COMMS console. While doing so, he catches sight of his reflection in the shiny surface. His face is covered with black soot, and his eyebrows appear to be missing. "Subspace scans are up and running again, sir. Nothing wounded over here but my pride and vanity."

Leni raises an eyebrow at the details in the logged reports, unable to prevent a look of surprise that Hode would even consider putting anything before his duty to Starfleet, but that must have been some experience! Monitors the results of the diagnostics, ensuring all is progressing well, and listens to the reports of progress towards the Titan system and the last known location of the Admiral's shuttle. Just making sure the gel pack on the long range scanners gets its priority upped just in case it was needed but unlikely, the remaining undamaged packs more than enough for a search operation at vast distances. The excitement of the mission starting to build, and looking forward to the dramatic drop out of slipstream and the start of the chase.

Wilson follows Commander Sprout's orders and does as ordered, ''Levels are still green... we are in the clear....'' he smiles, adjusting things here and there.

Rieko Looks to Johari and nods, "Yellow alert! Lieutenant Johari, continue using your long range scans now that we are here..." She hears the pop and sizzle from Commander Hal's console, "What in the world?" She hears his reassuring voice stating he has the situation under control. She shakes her head with a small smile, "Ok, Commander Jordan, proceed.." She looks to Davis hearing his report levels are all green.. "Okay, everyone..now the fun part begins... the Nekrit Expanse has seemed to become our home away from home... Lieutenant Leni, send out the probes!"

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Evelyn Rieko (Lt Cmdr), Acting CO

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Russell Sprout (Cmdr), Helm ((Poison Toocool))

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Nems Johari (Lt), Security ((Knightspet))

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Hal Jordan (Lt Cmdr), Acting XO/Mission Ops ((GreenLantern Excelsior))

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Leni (Lt), Science ((Leninah))

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Davis Wilson (Lt JG), Engineering ((Draco Domanovic))

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Leaving planet Cronon
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