(U.S.S. Olympus)
(Deck 2, Port side of ship)
(Stardate: 84780.83)
The information that Michael had been reading was beyond what he had thought. The details of the torture that had happened to Braydon were both mentally and physically exhausting a half human half Klingon would barely be able to handle that kind of punishment.
Michael had kept up with the reading of both the psychological report that was done after being rescued. Michael can now understand why Braydon wasn’t ready to talk about it. Michael had come across similar circumstances to Braydon situation. Due to the psychological trauma, being deprived of any form of nutritional substances and the telepathic assault on Braydon’s mind, being asked to relive that situation, is the same as a person who is a victim of rape to recount every second that had happened.
As Michael continued with the reading of the information from the isolinear chip, he had noticed that Starfleet weren’t find out anymore on who they were. Michael had a bad feeling that Starfleet didn’t do a good job in investigating on this situation. Just as Michael continued to look through the information more, Braydon came through the door from the bedroom. Michael quickly spun around and was in a state of shock. He didn’t hear Braydon enter the quarters when he was reading the files. Braydon looked at him and frowned.
“Still reading?” Says Braydon.
Michael quickly stood up and proceeded to walk over to Braydon. Braydon looked into Michael’s eyes and he could tell that the information was mind boggling him with more questions, questions that Braydon himself couldn’t answer.
Michael was about to speak until a sound from the door chimed off. Braydon softly brushed his hand over Michael’s cheek.
“I wish I could tell you more Michael, I really do. But I don’t know any more than what I gave, let alone what they gave me in return” says Braydon.
Michael smiled softly and tilted his head. Braydon knew that look, that look was his way of saying that he understands but he wouldn’t stop to find out what happened one way or another.
The door chimed again, “Enter” said Michael.
A slender built woman stood in the doorway of the room, it was Captain Gianni Ramosa.
“Commander? Are those reports on the performance evaluations ready?” Ask Captain Ramosa.
Braydon had totally forgot about preparing those reports, they were meant to have been ready 2 hours ago. Michael quickly jumped into the issue, hopefully to make Captain Ramosa understandable on the circumstance with why they weren’t prepared in time.
“I do apologises for Braydon tardiness in not having those reports ready in time, you see, when Braydon came back from 3 hours ago, he was exhausted and I thought to let him rest for an hour before getting those reports ready for you, but I totally lapsed on the time and he was just getting out of bed from his nap”. States Michael.
Braydon did indeed look tired and exhausted, so Michael hoped that the Captain was understandable.
“Well I can understand that, but that doesn’t explain the bruise on Braydon’s face?” Asked Captain Ramosa.
Braydon and Michael totally forgot about the incident with Sammy punching Braydon in the face. Michael was lost for ideas to explain that.
“And I am fully aware of the incident between Lt. Jays and Commander Markus about 2 hours ago as well,” states Captain Ramosa.
Braydon looked at Michael with a concerned look on his face, Michael looked back at him and was puzzled as well. To his understanding, there wasn’t anyone else around at the time of the incident and Michael was sure that Sammy wouldn’t have said anything.
“And I am fully aware that it is in relation to the classified mission that Commander Markus was in command of”, says Captain Ramosa in a stern and low voice.
Michael knew then that it wasn’t Sammy, Michael knew that if Sammy was aware of that, she would have told him about it then and there. Braydon’s hands began to clench. Michael knew that, Braydon was really angry about this.
“Captain Ramosa? I think we should leave this subject alone right now, since you are obviously are aware of the circumstance with regards to Commander Braydon and Lt Jays. I strongly believe that…..”
Captain Ramosa interjects in Michael’s sentence, “Counsellor Markus? I would appreciate if you sit down and remain silent for a moment.”
Braydon’s face slowly tilted down and his hand began to tighten up further with Captain Ramosa ordering Michael to stand down.
“Captain Ramosa!!” Yells Michael. Both Braydon and Captain Ramosa both looked at Michael.
“Right now, you are not helping Braydon with your approach to this situation. If you could see right now, if I hadn’t yell out to you just now. Braydon would have most likely done something in a few moments, which would have involved security teams putting the Commander in the Brig,” says Michael in a low growl and very sternly tone of voice.
Captain Ramosa looked away from Michael and looked at Braydon. She could see that Michael’s analysis of Braydon was in fact correct. Braydon was sweating from his face, both of his hands were bleeding from his continuous clenching and his body looked as if he was ready to pounce over the furniture’s in the quarters.
“I see, Braydon have those reports ready for me in two days. I think you may need a break. Counsellor? I want to see you in 2 hours in my ready room to discuss your actions,” says Captain Ramosa.
Michael nodded at the request of the Captain. “Understood Ma’am.”
Captain Ramosa turned towards the door out of their quarters and just before the doors closed, she turns her head towards Braydon.
“Braydon? I’m sorry.” And with that she walks away from the door and the doors to their quarters close.
Michael’s body ached after she left, he turned to Braydon and touched Braydon’s hands. Braydon slowly turned towards Michael and Braydon could see that Michael was worried, but he was putting a brave face. Michael quickly grabbed his tricorder and the dermal regenerator from a secret compartment in the coffee table. Michael has a habit of not only keeping a replicator near him, but he liked the idea being prepared for anything.
Michael softly grabs both of Braydon’s hands and scans the injuries.
“It’s not too serious, they will be sore for a while” says Michael in a soft soothing voice.
Braydon always found Michael’s approach to assisting people when injured as both a good thing and an annoyance.
Michael swapped the tricorder for the dermal regenerator in the same hand, and slowly hovered the device over Braydon’s hand from left to right at an even pace.
“If anyone else knew about those items, you know that Trixie would be very disappointed in your for stealing her equipment?” Stated Braydon in his neutral tone of voice. Michael looked at Braydon and softly smiled.
Trixie gave me these as a pre-cautionary thing for when there are too many question’s being asked about any and all injuries that I get”, states Michael.
Braydon looked at Michael, “why would people asks? That’s none of their business!” Says Braydon in a stern and angered voice.
Pulling his hands away from Michael, he moves towards the window in their bedroom. Michael could tell that wasn’t the right response to Braydon.
“Braydon? You know I wasn’t implying that you have or had for that matter, hit me ever since we have been together” says Michael.
Michael walks slowly towards Braydon, and softly touches Braydon’s shoulder and slowly turns Braydon around to face Michael.
Braydon tried to resist Michael’s insistence to turn around, but he eventually gave in to Michael’s stubbornness in the end.
“How do you put up with me Michael?” Asks Braydon?
Michael’s face shot up to Braydon’s face. Michael was shocked with disbelief. Michael had never once heard Braydon say anything like this before.
“I don’t put up with you. I accept you as you are, and know that you are who you are as a person. The man that I married who wanted to be with me”. Says Michael.
Michael softly slaps Braydon across the face as a mean to knock the idea out of Braydon’s mind.
“I don’t know why you would think of that at all?” Says Michael.
Braydon instinctive reaction to Michael’s slap across the face, had pushed a nerve in Braydon’s mind. Braydon raised his hands and closed it into a fist and punched Michael straight into his nose.
Michael flew across the room into the other room. During those whole 3 seconds of him being punched in the face to him landing in the other room. Michael was shocked with horror and absolute disgust with Braydon.
Michael landed on his back with hand quickly covering his face. He could feel something wet on his hands when he touched his face. Braydon’s face went from an angry scrunched up face looked to a jaw dropping look of what did he do. Braydon had never dreamt in his whole life, that he would ever punched someone that he loves so much.
Michael slowly rose up from the floor in the living area. And slowly proceeded out the door of the quarters. “Michael! Wait!” Says Braydon.
Michael didn’t stop. He just kept on walking towards the door of their quarters. He needed to get to sickbay. He needed to put some space between himself and Braydon right now.
As soon as Michael got out the doors of their quarters and moved quickly towards the turbolift. Braydon stopped in front of Michael and tried to see the damage of what he had done. He rose his hands to Michael’s face, but Michael quickly knocked them back and gave a foul look to Braydon.
Braydon had never seen Michael act like that before. So he moved away and allow Michael to move on past him. Braydon was disgusted with himself. He was distraught with guilt for what he has done. As Michael moved past Braydon. Braydon turned back towards their room and entered their quarters. Michael didn’t think of it, his main concern was the damage that was inflicted upon him. Once he got to the turbolift doors, waited patiently for the doors to open. Michael tiled his head down and thought to himself.
“Why did he do that? Why did he react in such a violent manner? Did I deserve it? Should I have done something different?”
Those words kept repeating in his mind, which to him felt like hours, the words themselves felt liked they echoed and with each repeat they grew more frequent and grew closer together which made his head hurt even more.
Michael wasn’t’ one for violence, he never liked the idea of being violent or the use of violence. It was what made him the kind of person that he was now. The doors to the turbolift opened up and as Michael tilted his head back up, he saw Sammy.
“Michael! I heard you from my quarters? Are you alright?” Asks Sammy.
Michael was stunned.
“Could she have heard me from my quarters of what Braydon did to me?
“Does she know that it was Braydon that punched me?”
Michael couldn’t say a word, Sammy grabbed Michael by his arms and gently guided him into the turbolift.
“Deck 4. Sickbay” says Sammy.
“Jays to Willcox?” Sammy wasn’t sure if Trixie was in sickbay or not, her main concern was to get Michael to sickbay without any issues.
“Yes? How can I help?” Say Trixie
“Trixie? Are you in Sickbay right now?” Asks Sammy
“I just got in. What’s wrong?” Replies Trixie. Sammy could tell that Trixie was concerned. The tone in her voice was enough to say that something was wrong.
“I have Michael with me and he is injured. I will explain what I can, once I am at sickbay. Be there in 1 minute” says Sammy.
“Acknowledge. See you shortly” says Trixie. From then on in the turbolift, it was dead silent. Nothing but the humming of the turbolift going deck by deck in arriving to its destination.
Sammy was concerned with the injuries that Michael had sustained. She wasn’t sure if it was serious or not.
The lift came to a halt and the doors to the turbolift opened up. Sammy quickly moved herself and Michael down the corridors of deck 4 to Sickbay. Sammy slowly ease the pace towards the door of sickbay, so that the doors themselves could catch up.
Trixie was in her office waiting for Sammy and Michael’s arrival. She was concerned and worried about what was going on as well.
But as soon as she saw Michael, she quickly ran towards the pair and she softly grabs the other side of Michael and guided them both to the main biobed.
Michael started to feel more and more upset, he wasn’t sure how or what to say to the both of them, once Trixie had fixed the damage that was cause.
Trixie grabbed her tricorder and scanned Michael’s face.
“The nasal bone is broken, both upper and lower lateral cartilage’s are damaged, anterior septal angle and membranous septum are damaged as well” says Trixie.
Trixie turned away from Michael and walked over to small trolley which had an assortment of hypospray tube and medical equipment. She grabbed two empty hypospray tube and a hypospray.
The first tube had Bicaridine to reduce the pain.
The second tube had Anetrizine to anesthetize the nerves in Michael’s nose
And the lastly she grabs a vascular regenerator.
“Michael? What happened to you?” Asks Sammy.
Michael felt wasn’t sure on what happened neither. He knew what happened but to produce the words of what happened was hard and difficult for him. Sammy sensed Michael’s confusion.
Sammy closed her eyes and reached out to Michael’s mind to feel out what she could sense from him. She saw who was in the room, she heard what was said. She saw what had transpired before and after her encounter with Braydon earlier that evening, and the discussion that Michael had with Braydon.
The flooding of emotions and images came to her mind of what happened to Michael and Braydon. She saw Michael slapping Braydon across the face, she couldn’t tell from the image if it was hard or anything, but sensing Michael’s mind she could tell that it wasn’t.
Sammy’s eyes shot open when the image of Braydon’s hand heading towards Michael head.
Sammy grasped, with shock of what Michael felt. She sense the confusion and the pain that Michael was feeling. The shock of knowing the man you love had opened his heart and hand to Michael, had turned it into a fist with anger and disgust.
Trixie turned her head towards Sammy, she could see that she was feeling out Michael. Trixie was aware of the arrangement that those two had. She didn’t object.
“So? What happened Sammy?” Asks Trixie.
Sammy looks to Trixie, Braydon hit Michael, response Sammy.
“Why?” Replies Trixie, as she turns her head back towards treating Michael’s damaged nose. She grabs the vascular regenerator to repair the veins in Michael’s nose.
“I am not completely sure to be honest. I could see what happened, Michael slapped Braydon across the face, but I can’t tell why Braydon retaliated” says Sammy.
The doors to Sickbay opened, with Braydon slowly walking in.
Sammy turned her head to the doors and saw him. Sammy’s face went red.
“How could you!” Say Sammy.
Trixie’s head shot up. She looked at Sammy and saw she wasn’t facing at her anymore, she looked in the direction of where Sammy was looking and she saw Braydon to.
“Can I explain what happened?” Say Braydon.
“No. you can’t. Not right now”. Say Trixie.
“If you can wait until after Trixie has fixed the damage to Michael’s nose first, then I will ask you some question” says Sammy.
Braydon’s face went still and his eye brows came down as if he was angered by Sammy’s stern orders.
“I am senior officer in charge Lt. Commander, so don’t you order me around. Responses Braydon.
Slowly Trixie placed the vascular regenerator down on the biobed next to Michael’s head, and turns the direction of what Braydon was.
“And I am the Chief Medical Officer of this Sickbay and you are in my house Commander, and I request that both you and Sammy both sit down and shut up, while I am fixing him up. Or I will ask for Captain Ramosa to be involved” Say Trixie, in a stern voice. Sammy looked at Trixie, she hasn’t seen Trixie like this. But Trixie was right. Trixie does out rank both of us when it comes to sickbay.
Braydon has respect for Trixie, as she wasn’t telepathic capable. So he kept quiet as well and sat on one of the other biobeds in the room.
Sammy didn’t question Braydon anymore after Trixie told them both off. Michael may have been in shock at that time, but he was aware of what was said. He was both proud of his friends and was happy to see that Braydon was here. But Michael knew that things were needing to be explained one way or another.
“Trixie? Stop for a moment” say Michael in his soft voice.
“Can it wait for one moment, I am nearly finished” responses Trixie.
“No. It can’t” say Michael.
Trixie didn’t object, she knew that this was the only time Michael would ever say anything about what had happened.
Trixie came around to the side of the biobed that Michael was laying in, and slowly brought Michael up. Michael’s head was throbbing mildly.
“Look, I understand that you two are worried about me, but Braydon is going through things that he needs to sort out” says Michael.
Sammy’s mouth opened to respond to what Michael had said.
Michael quickly responded to her with his mind so that she can hear.
“SAMMY!!! NO!!!!!”
Sammy quickly placed her hands on her heads as if she had something thrown at her head. Trixie turns to see that and she knew, Michael told Sammy off, he means business.
“Braydon, you know I can’t forgive you for hitting me, but I love you too much to let out relationship to be thrown” says Michael as he looks at Braydon.
Braydon looked at Michael, he could see the kindness and compassion that made Michael who he is. “Michael, I understand what you mean, but if you can’t forgive me than, how do I forgive myself?” asks Braydon.
Michael didn’t know how to respond to his question, he felt woozy from the head trauma that he had sustained. But all of a sudden Michael felt this uncontrollable urge to fall flat on his back.
Alarms begun to sound off from the biobed that Michael was laying on.
Trixie quickly turned and saw something was wrong.
Sammy’s mouth swang opened again at the shock of what she was seeing.
Braydon slowly moved forward towards the biobed.
“What is happening?” asks Braydon in a loud voice.
Trixie grabbed her tricorder and quickly scanned Michael’s body to see what seems to have happened.
She taps quickly on the tricorder, Michael seems to be having a mild seizure.
Sammy and Braydon looked at each other when they heard that Michael was experiencing a seizure.
“What is causing it” asks Sammy
Trixie looked at her tricorder, ignoring Sammy’s question.
“Trixie? What is causing his seizure?” asks Sammy.
Trixie quickly grabbed a hypospray to stop the seizure that is being inflicted onto Michael.
Trixie turns away from Michael’s biobed to Sammy and Braydon.
“I can’t tell you as Michael has told not to reveal this situation and medically speaking I would be breaking doctor patient confidentiality” says Trixie.
“Braydon? Do you know what she is talking about?” says Sammy as she turns to him.
But she could see that he knew nothing about what she is asking about.
“You going to have to wait until Michael is fully awake and has regained consciousness” say Trixie.
Braydon walks from the front of the biobed towards the side of the biobed, softly brushing the side of Michael’s cheek, “What haven’t you told me Michael? What is it that you aren’t telling us? says Braydon.

(U.S.S. Olympus)
(Main Bridge of U.S.S. Olympus)
(Stardate: 86921.17)

The Olympus was manoeuvring itself into position to fire it torpedos into the damaged section of the Borg Sphere, while the other ship of the 12th fleet were providing cover fire and firing off their volleys of torpedos and fire phaser.
Michael sitting in the command sit, waiting for the helmsmen to inform him that they are in position to fire, Sammy had loaded Quantum Torpedos and readied phaser level to maximum capacity at all elevations.
The Olympus is an Intrepid Class Starship in the Federation, it was primarily a science vessel for deep space exploration. But since the attack from the Borg, it had been repurpose to purse and identify possible advances in Borg technology and adaptation for possible means to beat back the Borg. Since the return of the U.S.S. Voyager, the knowledge and development of the Astrometric Lab, Starfleet had incorporated similar specifications from Voyager into the Olympus.
Not only has Voyager been gone for 7 years, they had also brought back more information on the Borg, then Starfleet has had in the last 20 years alone. Most of the information about what Voyager had encountered is known to all, but all highly sensitive information on the Borg are kept in both the Olympus and Starfleet HQ.
The science officer gave out a reading on that damaged section of the sphere.
“Those power fluctuations that we found early from the updates that the 12th fleet had given have increased. It looks like have sustained major damage in that section, But they are have been keeping that section away from the fleet” replies the Science Officer.
Michael could tell that the Borg have realized that they are planning on attacking that section of the sphere. Relay this information to the rest of the fleet says Michael.
“Lt. Commander Jays, do we have any Tricobalt Device onboard?” Asks Michael.
The crew looked at the captain with concern. Sammy looked at Michael feeling that he was going to do something really crazy.
“Yes sir, we have 4 Tricobalt Device onboard. But they will take 20 minutes to prepare all 4 of them?” States Sammy.
“Good, prepare 2 of them to fire at the sphere where the power fluctuations are” says Michael.
Sammy followed his orders. “Sir, I have a manifest of the 12th fleet torpedos complements, the Crazystone and the Denver have Tricobalt Devices as well, but are able to be fired”. Michael was surprised by that announcement.
“Open a channel to the Crazystone and Denver” says Michael.
Sammy prepares a three way communication uplink between the Olympus and the other 2 ships.
“I have them sir” says Sammy.
“On Screen” replies Michael
The Viewscreen shows the captains of the Crazystone and Denver.
Captain Frank Cruz, of the Crazystone and Captain Vernatta, of the Denver.
“Captain Cruz, Captain Vernatta, I want both of your ships to prepare to fire your Tricobalt Device at the damaged section of the Borg sphere” requested Michael.
“I’m Sorry, Acting Captain” replies Captain Cruz
Michael had a bad feeling when Captain Cruz stated that title that he wasn’t saying it in the nicest tone.
“But on whose orders are you following for us to fire these type of torpedos”, says Captain Cruz.
Michael slowly stood up, and walked over to the viewscreen, “On my orders, Captain Cruz.
I am the only and closest expert on the Borg at this moment of time, you will fire the Tricobalt Device, Is that understood?” Michael sternly stated the obvious to Captain Cruz, he didn’t seem impressed with what Michael had to say.
“Understood, we will wait for your signal, Crazystone out” says Captain Cruz.
“Denver standing by for your orders, let’s show these mindless drones what we are packing”. Captain Vernatta complied with Michael’s Order.
He knew that Vernatta wouldn’t have an issue with what Michael was asking.
“Michael, what are you planning on doing with those Tricobalts?” Sammy had a concerned tone in her voice when she asked Michael that question.
Michael turned to her, “if we get the Crazystone, Denver and the Olympus to get in to range to fire those devices. We may just do the damage we are looking for”, states Michael.
Sammy wasn’t impressed with the idea. She knew there was more to it than just firing those devices at it.
True, it would do some major damage to the sphere, and could potentially destroy the sphere. Michael returned to his seat.
“Helm, Prepare Attack Pattern Gamma Upsilon 3”. Sammy recognised that manoeuvre. It was Braydon’s Attack Pattern, now she realized what he was doing. The Olympus moved itself away from the rest of the fleet. With the Crazystone and Denver remaining behind, they proceeded to manoeuvre towards the sphere damaged section. Michael had the helmsmen send an encrypted message to the Crazystone and Denver on what they are planning on doing. The captains of the Crazystone and Denver had acknowledge the plan.
Sammy’s console began to bleep at her, she read out what was going on. She was stunned by what she read. Michael turned around towards Sammy to ask her for an update on the Tricobalt Device preparation, when he notice the look upon her face.
“Sammy, what’s wrong?” Asked Michael.
Sammy looked up at him, “You are being hailed” replies Sammy.
Michael was confused at what she meant. “Don’t you mean we are? Right?” Says Michael.
Sammy shook her head at him. “No. You are being hailed by name” replies Sammy.
Michael slowly turned back towards the viewscreen. Michael sat there for moment thinking of who would be hailing him.
“Sammy, can you trace the source of the signal” asked Michael.
Sammy quickly traced the source of the signal. She immediately stopped once she found it. “Michael?” Says Sammy.
Michael turns back to her, “what is it?” Replies Michael.
Sammy’s face became white with shock, not only was she able to trace the signal, but the signal also mentions another name.
Michael could see the shock on her face. Michael quickly stood and walked over to her station. Once he reached her station, he quickly looked at the finding of what she found.
The signal was traced back to the Borg Sphere, and the message from the Borg Sphere had a name stating who it was from. The name was Braydon.
Michael’s face went white as stone. He was shocked, part of him wanted to scream at the disbelief of what both he and his tactical officer had found.
He starting seeing an image of Braydon’s face with all that Borg technology running through his skin. A tear began to form from his tear duct. Sammy sensed the pain that was going through his mind. Michael began to clench his hand into a fist.
“Open a channel to the Borg sphere” says Michael.
Sammy nodded to his request. Michael slowly walked back to his chair. Slowly bracing himself to what shock he may see.
Michael tilted his head face down, he was overcome with horror and sadness of what he may see. The viewscreen went black with a hint of a green lights shining through. Michael slowly raised his head and to his horror, he saw what he didn’t wish to see.
He saw Braydon. Braydon had a Borg implant placed over his left eye. His hair was gone. His skin was greyish green. And a red beam of light was coming from the implant. Michael immediate thought was to yell at what he could see. The image of his partner that was taken away from him the very being that is standing there, looking at him from the viewscreen.
Michael wasn’t sure on how to respond to the image of what looks of his partner of 4 years. Michael quickly thought to myself to allow Sammy to know what he wanted. “Inform the Crazystone and Denver to standby for my orders.”
Sammy didn’t need to acknowledge what he had said, she proceeded to send an encrypted message to the other two ships of the situation and to standby.
Michael slowly stood up from his chair, and walked slowly to his helmsmen and stopped right next to his ensign. The Borg drone that looked like Braydon didn’t blink, the feeling alone was enough to scare Michael into submission.
“My designation is twelve of eighteen, I speak for the Borg”, states the Borg Braydon.
“I’m Acting Captain Michael Markus of the U.S.S...”
Before Michael could finish with what he was saying, the Borg Braydon finished his sentence, “U.S.S. Olympus, Intrepid Class vessel recently modified with information from the U.S.S. Voyager commanded by Captain Kathryn Janeway, Now Admiral Janeway. You are to cease fire with the Borg and prepare to be assimilated.”
Michael knew this was going to be the hardest thing that could happen. Michael thought out to Sammy,
“Have the Crazystone fire it Tricobalt to the damage section of the Borg Vessel. NOW!!!”
Sammy acknowledged the orders from Michael telepathically, The Crazystone manoeuvrers towards the damaged section of the Borg Vessel and fires its Tricobalt devices at it. But in the same instances, Borg Vessel had locked a tractor beam at the Crazystone and fired its torpedoes at the forward torpedo tubes of the Crazystone, instantly disabling the vessel.
“Report?” Says Michael,
Sammy nodding to Michael’s request, “Crazystone weapon’s system are offline, and they are being boarded. They are requesting assistance” says Sammy.
Michael lowers his head and the failed attempt to disable the Borg Sphere.
“Send the Denver into assist in the evacuation of the Crazystone” says Michael in a low voice. Sammy sends a message to the Denver to assist the Crazystone in the evacuation of it’s personal. “We had anticipated from this drone had once done the same thing prior to its assimilation into the collective. Resistance is futile” stating the Drone that was once Braydon.
Michael bring his head up to the viewscreen, and softly grinning at the assimilated Braydon.
“But you didn’t anticipate this one” says Michael in a stern voice.
“NOW SAMMY!” Yells Michael.
Sammy taps on her console. The Olympus quickly charges at the Sphere firing its Tricobalt torpedo.
The Tricobalt torpedo left the tubes with a bright blue hue and sparkling green effect in its wake.
Michael tapped a button on his chair to close the channel.
The next image he saw was the Olympus moving away from the sphere which at the same instance, the Borg fired its own tractor beams at the Tricobalt, but failed to lock on.
Sammy looks towards Michael, “It worked! They couldn’t lock on to the Tricobalt torpedo sir” says Sammy.
Michael grinned. He had hoped that the sub routine that he had developed prior would work. What he designed was a sub-routine that would have a counter measure system that would deflect and remodulate a small shielding system that was built into the case of the torpedo, but there was a 1 in 5 chance upon even firing or locking on to the torpedo itself could potentially detonate prematurely. It was a risk that Michael had to take to insure the safety of the fleet.
The torpedo continued on course to Sphere, and eventually hitting its intended target.
Michael continued to look at the viewscreen observing the damage that was inflicted on the Sphere.
“Status report on the Sphere?” Says Michael.
The science officer stationed quickly taps on his console getting a report on the damage caused by the Tricobalt torpedo, upon reviewing his findings he forwarded them to the Tactical station manned by Sammy Jays.
“Report coming in, 35% of the sphere is damaged, but the damaged that we are seeing are more surface damage than internal damage” says Sammy.
Michael glances over to Sammy, the look of concern and dismay loomed over. He begins to walk over to Tactical and looks at the findings himself. They put a force field the damaged section of the sphere to minimize the damage internally.
Michael taps on the tactical console, to opening a channel to the fleet.
“Olympus to Fleet, I am ordering all ships to retreat to starbase 427, all ships that aren’t able to warp are to be prepared for emergency towing. Everyone else is assist with evacuations and have the evacuated ships set the ships to auto destruction. We need to slow the Sphere as much as possible, Olympus out” says Michael.
Sammy looked at Michael, looking at him with concern on his orders, this is something that she hasn’t seen before from him since the academy, even though he wasn’t good at commanding a starship at that time, nor did he express interest in doing so.
“Sir, the Caledonia is having difficulties in establishing a tractor lock on the Pollux”, says Sammy. We don’t have time for this Michael thought to himself. “What is the next closest ship to the Pollux”, says Michael?
Sammy scans quickly at the all the ships in the area to the Pollux, “The Valiant is sir but there are assisting the Denver with the evacuation of the Crazystone” says Sammy.
Michael glared in the viewscreen, Sammy could tell he was getting annoyed already.
“And how far are they from completing the evacuation of the Crazystone” asked Michael?
“They are nearing complete evacuation of the Crazystone, but they aren’t able to take on any more people, but are able to tow the Caledonia” sir replies Sammy.
Michael softly smiles are the relief of hearing that.
“Right, Order them to tow the Caledonia quickly. Also have all the auto destruct command sent to my console and get the Denver to transport over their activate Tricobalt torpedos to us, I have an idea in mind” says Michael.
Sammy looking at Michael, she liked the idea that he had just formulated in his head. It was a risky move but could potentially hinder the Sphere long enough.
“Understood sir” says Sammy. She quickly issues the orders to the fleet on what Michael has asked of them. The fleet acknowledge the orders. The Denver begins to head towards the Olympus. Michael ordered his helmsmen to manoeuvre closely to the ships that weren’t salvageable and carefully transported the Tricobalt devices to the hull of each ship that were in the spheres path. He knew that slowing it down was the best and only course of action that he could think of.
Sammy had armed all of the remaining Tricobalt devices in time for the transport of them. As the Olympus transported the last of the devices, the sphere hailed the Olympus again, requesting for its captain to answer.
Michael had hoped he wouldn’t have to see his partner’s face again with all the Borg devices and implant on his face. Michael glanced over to Sammy, she knew what that meant. She tapped away on her console,
“On screen sir”, says Sammy. Michael glances back over to the viewscreen as he begins to sit back down. Sammy knew she had to be strong for him, the pain and anger she was feeling was a lot. And for someone who’s known for his pacifism in dealing with stressful situation, she wished that she could do more for him, then what she has done in the past to help ease his pain.

Im not intending to play, but I will be using my beta code this weekend woot woot.

Sign it!!!

http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/heat-vision/online-petition-new-doctor-who-657189

We have 4 folks in the Linkshell now, if we get a few more we might be able to put together a cute little house when they come out! :-)

I will login and see if you are still in game, Vince. If I miss you though, I'd appreciate it if you'd send me a private message via the website to let me know what time(s) you usually play and I will login then to send an invite. I'd also appreciate it if you could send me a private message regarding the response you got and the name of the toon that responded. :)

Hello all, any chance I can get an invite for my Sith Warrior Roccoph?

I asked in game if there was anyone from Stonewall on...let's just say the response wasn't pleasant.

Thank you kindly :0

Vince

I enjoyed it very much! I look forward to more so be sure to tell me! :D

Sadly, i couldn't make it but glad to hear it was a good turnout. :) I'll keep an ear out for more of these event in the future (I'm sure they will be having more).

I've been leveling a character on Gilgamesh: Rusted Summit, Roegadyn WHM. :) My playtime's a bit more casual - just unlocked WHM the other day - but l can keep an eye out for you next time that I'm in-game.

I play FFXIV as we'll but on a Japanese server (Tonberry) as I get half the ping as I would connecting to US servers

...I think I recognize your name from a Lightning Fate yesterday. I'll have to keep an eye out when I'm on for you to get a linkpearl.

Caelus Kasandaro

The party was awesome! I won a bunch of lockbox keys :3 I didn't see any other fleeties there though... :c

I would enjoy heading this up Ill be getting this game... I would like to steep up and make a Stone wall guild when it comes out... It will be on PC as well

Hmmmmm, ESO on Xbox one........... tempting tempting...

There seems to be a bit of buzz building over the upcoming ESO release. Has there been any talk of creating a Stonewall guild in ESO once it's officially available?

Pretty cool video trailer on the site too.

http://elderscrollsonline.com/en/

I name all my ships after my dog Grayson so i have a GraysonVoyager, GraysonVesta etc. I love my dog. he is really cute!!!!!!
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Glad you're having fun again...and glad you're back with us! It's really addictive, especially when you're doing new class quests and discovering new storylines. I still get like that sometimes. :)

omg omg awesome! *big hugs* I've been in a few of their events they hosted in the past. Had a blast! :D

Hi all!,

Per Racer@xracerx337x who reached out to Stonewall Fleet on the STOPride in-game channel: i wanted to invite Stonewalland [and] it's members to our season 8 opener party tomorrow on DS9. sponsered by trekradio.net.


We are cordially invited to attend a casual in-game event to celebrate Season 8. Come one, come all. :) Sunday, 11/17 @ 4PM Eastern Time at Quarks.

Have fun!

EDIT: "the prize locker is full of season 8 items so be sure to bring you trivia notes." So yeah, trivia likely involved. ;) This is an LGBT community-oriented casual event.