Rin Zakir
Security & Tactical
[TI21]
Posts: 112 Likes: 5
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Security & Tactical
Species: Bajoran
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Post by Rin Zakir on Sept 15, 2021 19:40:29 GMT
[ Lt.JG Rin Zakir - Bridge - USS Mac] So clearly not as up to snuff as he hoped then, but right now Bremmer was all he had and he supposed that she would have to learn sometime. 'Baptism by fire', he'd heard said, and right now that might very well be the case. Just not literally, he hoped. "Okay, I'll stick around and see what I can do to make life a little easier, but you're gonna get the job done quicker a whole lot faster than I am right now!", he spoke with a nod and something halfway between a reassuring smile and a pained grimace. He cradled his damaged arm with the other, as he listened to her give her report. Peering over her shoulder, he nodded once more and smiled a little at her reminiscing. Maybe not the time, but who wasn't thinking of their loved ones at a time like this? Still, it seemed that the petty officer may have been lacking more in confidence than skill. With Ensign Mila tasked with getting the crew (some of) what was going on right now, he no and transport was arranged for O'Connell to sickbay. He had felt bad for tearing Bremmer away from tending to the woman, but they all had their duties and at least now she would be in the right hands. It would probably be a short while before he himself got chance to run by sickbay, but his injury was likely fairly minor compared to most. For one, he was alive, so far. That was already better than at least one unfortunate ensign. Zak peered over her shoulder as she began her report to the commander, nodding as she did so. It wasn't quite how he would have chosen to describe what they were seeing, but it was pretty accurate. It seemed that the petty officer may have been lacking more in confidence than skill. "That about sums it up", he agreed, watching as O'Connell was beamed to sickbay. He hoped she would be okay, but right now his attention was on their soon to be guests. Even if had wanted to, it might be a while before he got to sickbay himself, so instead he was going to continue to keep an eye on things with Bremmer and hopefully not do himself any more damage. "You might want to get that arm looked at, son", a voice spoke to him, a voice he should know all to well. It was somewhat gruffer, more time worn than it had once been, but...oh Prophets, it couldn't be...him?
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Syl O'Connell
Flight Control
[TI8]
Posts: 662 Likes: 9
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Flight Control/Caldonia 5
Species: Human
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Post by Syl O'Connell on Sept 15, 2021 20:24:43 GMT
[Lt. JG Syl O'Connell - USS Mac - Sickbay]Hearing the order to transport her to Sickbay, Syl felt a mixture of relief and frustration. Of course, she knew she needed to get her ribs fixed before she risked more serious damage... But she hated missing out on the arrival of the other crew. Then again, it wasn't like she would have been around 57 years later stuck in a graviton ellipse. She didn't need her own absence to remind her of her fragility, both physically and emotionally. A nurse came over to assist her, but Syl didn't need to look around to know that she was among the less injured there. "I'll be alright, it's just a few fractures and they gave me an injection to help with the pain. You can see to the others first." Although she wouldn't put up too much of a fuss. If the other patients were stable, then quickly healing her fractures to get her back on her feet would clear the bed for the next incoming patient. Tag Thea Baker [Pilot Zefi Syl - USS Mac - Bridge]It had taken little convincing for the woman to be allowed to join Alpha team. Although she had trained several other pilots over the decades, she was still the one who knew the ship the best, especially this older version. Her thin ivory hair hung loose in waves around her shoulders, wrinkled skin devoid of the scars that had once been so visible on her face and neck. She stood tall and proud beside her daughter as the transporter beam faded, revealing the Bridge in utter disarray. A quick glance to the helm confirmed that her younger self was currently in Sickbay... Good. She'd find her there when they had a chance to talk. There was much to discuss. As she surveyed the faces she remembered so well, her breath caught as her hazel eyes landed on the woman standing at the tactical station. "Eliska..." she whispered softly, fighting the urge to walk over and pull the younger woman into a hug. Syl blinked back the tears that threatened to push past her eyelids as she remembered so vividly how much that young woman had meant to her. She could only pray their plan worked and circumstances would not rip the young women apart a second time. Tag Eliska Bremmer Soft Bridge [Medic Zefi Lirja - USS Mac - Bridge]Lirja had been apprehensive about being part of the initial team to meet their past. To this crew, she hadn't even been born yet. It felt a little like she was intruding while all the elders came face to face with their memories. But that was part of why the younger generation was here. They could get to work while the elders dealt with whatever was going through their minds. Hearing her mother's quiet whisper, the young Bajoran followed her gaze to see the woman dressed in a gold uniform. She was as beautiful as her mother always mentioned... "Mom," she said quietly to get the older woman's attention. "I'm sure it's okay if you take a moment. We'll let you know when you can help." When Syl nodded mutely in response, Lirja stepped away and picked up the med kit that had been left on the floor. Then she moved over to the woman she assumed was Commander Ellis, her hands and arms visibly burnt quite severely. "I can help with that," she told the woman with a small, somewhat sheepish smile. "It'll be easier for you to think."Tag Felicity Ellis
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Myker Vulbrix
Engineering/Ops
[TI21]
Posts: 130 Likes: 6
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Communications
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Myker Vulbrix on Sept 15, 2021 23:34:43 GMT
[ Myker Vulbrix - Bridge, Current Mac] The headache continued bringing with it waves of nausea and dizziness. There was a healthy dose of confusion mixed in but the Betazoid couldn't work out if that simply the situation, it was puzzling and something he had only rudimentary knowledge of. Temporal Mechanics was a topic not many had knowledge of. Him included. Despite the ever growing headache, Myker focused on what needed to be done. There wasn't time to question everything they knew, or to find more information. They had to focus on what they could do. Orders were given and the Bridge crew diligently worked to follow them. Systems were also returning to normal, Myk's vision swam as the voices on the Bridge sounded more distant and muffled. Myk fiercely shook his head, it didn't help for the dizziness but the Commander's voice was clearer as when she requested he reopen the channel. "Channel open" he confirmed once he'd opened the communication between them once again. Myker ended up resting his head on the console, his arms hanging freely at either of his sides. Suddenly a nap felt incredibly appealing. He straightened up again as the old Mac prepared for transport, he would make sure they got here safe. Moments later the iconic lightshow became the center of attention as some of the crew from the other Mac were transported aboard. Although his features didn’t reflect it, Myk was curious about this crew and it’s ships, specifically the Captain who Myker read as half-Betazoid. Glancing at the new, or was it the former, Additions to their crew. Myker’s attention shifted immediately to the Captain, Ellis, the daughter of their very own Commander, who by Myker’s math would no longer be alive. His features were familiar, which was entirely possible given Myker had seen the boy's mother enough times since he started working on the Mac. Welcome aboard Captain.” He said to the man, the welcome party was part of communications right? Even if this wasn’t the case, they were hopeless before but this gave them a chance, so the crew from the other ship were indeed very much welcome. Felicity Ellis and soft for the rest of the Bridge crew
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Eliska Bremmer
Security & Tactical
[TI14]
Posts: 358 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Eliska Bremmer on Sept 16, 2021 2:29:22 GMT
[ PO3 Eliska Bremmer - Bridge, USS Mac ]{Quoted Posts} [Lt. JG Syl O'Connell - USS Mac - Bridge]Even with everyone in various states of injury, the Bridge was bustling with the same amount of urgency as they had been from the moment the ship dropped out of warp. As the injections Eliska had given her began to ease the pain in her arm and ribs, the pilot turned her head towards the voices that spoke, trying to follow what was happening from her position on the deck. Power was coming back online... Oh good... Except that meant she needed to get up. Attempting to roll onto her right side, she groaned as her ribs shifted in the position change. Nope... she wasn't going to be getting up on her own unless she wanted to do some more damage and possibly collapse a lung. Hearing the Commander telling people to get to Sickbay once they had done all they could on the Bridge, Syl released a curt laugh. "I'd love to, but I could use a little help down here." Then more reports started flooding in, and each sentence spoken was more preposterous than the last. Another ship was shielding and towing them? And it was the Mac... with a male Captain Ellis? All thoughts of going to Sickbay disappeared as her attention was captured by the events unfolding over the comm. Part of her was glad Eliska was here to experience it all... because she had no idea how she'd be able to explain this if the other woman would ask 'how as the mission?' upon her return.
Soft tags Bridge crew [ Myker Vulbrix - Bridge - USS Mac] Myker's head was swimming just a little, the information being tossed around on the Bridge barely registering in his mind. The shock however was obvious, everyone as equally stunned as confused at the situation. His science mind wasn't working well enough to come up with something more reasonable, but they were in space, anomalies occurred all the time and nothing was out of the realm of possibilities. The science's seemed to have that bit covered though as there was mention of extra-dimensional matter something which Myker had only come across in stuff he'd read and he couldn't for the life of him remember what it was supposed to mean for them. A not dead Arbrell's response seemed to resonate with the entire Bridge crew, it was pretty fitting and even those who hadn't uttered the words certainly thought them. Myker also still couldn't quiet wrap his head around the fact that they'd been hailing themselves...or not themselves but the same ship for sure. This was again confirmed by one of the security officers, Bremmer. She confirmed what they knew, this was the Mac, albeit different. "Maybe it's modified hull plating? To protect from the shears... He noted. It seemed that way, since the other Mac had yet to be totally ripped apart, which was where they had been headed. Myker played the response they'd received and watched closely their Commander. It all seemed so strange, but if this was a distortion things may make more sense. As the message played Myker was hit with a sudden pain in his skull, a headache like nothing he'd ever known. He tried to focus on the words from the other Mac but it sounded distant and like he was underwater. His usually stoic expression became a slightly pained frown as his headache grew worse. He did catch the 'eye of the storm' part and figured heading there would be smart, their Mac couldn't take much more damage and becoming space dust wasn't on the Agenda. He refocused on their Commander, wondering what exactly was running through her mind, she was Ellis the other Mac was captained by the Ellis, it was perhaps a little more surreal for her given that connection. Had the situation been less, urgent, he may have been inclined to question how she was holding up. He didn't it seemed like something that could wait. Eliska Bremmer soft tags for Felicity Ellis and the rest of the Bridge crew [Felicity Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]It was a lot to wrap her head around, so she didn't try. During high-stress situations, and this situation was possibly one of the most stressful she'd ever experienced, she always tried to employ a compartmentalisation method that would let her focus on one problem at a time; usually the most pressing. Then she could consider the whole, but not before the most important aspects were covered. And the most important aspect was their continued survival. They'd been given no reason not to trust this other Mac, apart from the truly outlandish circumstances they appeared to be in together. Felicity wondered if that was grounds enough to hold it against them. Within a situation that made no sense at all, Bremmer's report seemed to provide some clarity. "Thank you, Petty Officer," she replied once the other woman was finished speaking. She could recognise the hesitation that came to the fore when presented with an unfamiliar responsibility, but stepping up regardless was something Felicity always liked to see. It was something they all needed at that moment, most importantly. "Ensign," she addressed the Bolian at Ops, who was busy organising the recovery effort with medical personnel, "Please arrange transport for Lieutenant O'Connell, and give Dr. Harrison the go-ahead. Let him know he can set up wherever he needs to and that I'll send him whatever support we can muster."She could only assume that they were getting closer to the core, as movement began to settle. She took that as a sign that it was time to address the rest of the crew. The excruciating pain of the burns was sharpening her thoughts, giving everything the required sense of urgency, but she knew that wouldn't last. =/\= "All hands, this is Commander Ellis. Despite our best efforts, we find ourselves inside a graviton ellipse. We have suffered causalities and damage, but we are still here, and we have some help. Another Federation ship has extended their shields to protect us, and are leading us toward the core of the ellipse, where we can repair and hopefully regroup. I will update you all when we have a firm plan of action. Please route all medical requests through Operations." =/\= It was a lot of information for a crew that was processing traumas and losses, and so Felicity felt it prudent not to mention that the Federation ship in question was an older, weirder version of the Mac, and captained by someone calling himself Ellis... A theory began to form. She motioned to Vulbrix again. "Re-open the channel to them." She didn't specify whom she meant by "them", it was likely clear. =/\= "Captain Ellis. How long has your Mac been trapped here?" =/\= =/\= "Almost 57 years." =/\=
Tags: Myker Vulbrix , Thea Baker (Mila), Syl O'Connell , Eliska Bremmer [Linus Ellis - Bridge, Other USS Mac]It had been a long time since Linus had heard his mother's voice. It was of course younger than how he had remembered, but it was unmistakably her nonetheless. He suddenly became very conscious of how he was dressed. The crew of the Mac would be expecting uniforms, discipline in appearance, but they'd done away with that decades ago. His sweatshirt was navy blue and plain; functional and comfortable. His pants were more suited to athletic endeavour, as was his footwear. Gone were the polished boots and all the useless trappings of service. In the Ellipse, nothing like that mattered. He was nervous. He knew they all would be. So much was resting on this, and all of them had been prepared for this very moment for their entire lives. It was their purpose and their salvation, and somehow, finally, it was upon them. It was a mighty ask, handed down from one generation to another. =/\= "Ellis to Alpha Team. Prepare for transport. It is time." =/\= Alpha Team was the best of them. A small group of specialists comprised of original Mac crew and their progeny. Their purpose was to ensure that both ships were ready to rescue each other. =/\= "Captain Ellis to Commander Ellis, standby to receive." =/\= The small group appeared on the other Bridge in a shimmer of iridescent light, ready to go to work.
Tags: Bridge, Thea Baker , Rin Zakir , Eliska Bremmer , Shavan Th'zhaar , Ic Arbrell , Myker Vulbrix [ SCPO Kaya Som | Sickbay ]Kaya couldn't quite relax into the biobed, not with the shard of spaceship still stabbed deep in her belly. But with the captain's announcement and the calm certainty of the medical crew, Kaya felt significantly less doomed. She'd always been the type to cooperative with doctors so she had very few protests or heroics as Dr. Harrison and the nurses got her settled. Just one last wish as the anesthesia began to kick in: "Don't let Nork touch anything. He's not authorized ..." zzz [ Old!Kaya Som | Bridge ]Kaya Som was nearly eighty-seven years old, a soft old Trill woman with grey hair and deep laugh lines. She wasn't the oldest engineer on the first Mac, but had over the decades become the undisputed most expert hand in its care and feeding. "Vek'tela with the captain, already." Kaya shook her head and rolled her eyes at Linus. Of all the things to hang on to, of all the things to drag forward, the trappings and circumstance of Starfleet rank and protocol was the least important to Kaya. There were far more compelling things to obsess over, like demolishing the temporal through-line by slapping the pert little arse of your twenty-six year-old alternate universe self, or seeing for the first time in years the faces of people who'd been dead for a decade. They materialized on the bridge of the second Mac and Kaya was suddenly reminded how much memory lived in the cells of the body,far more than they rested in the mind. The events of this day in 2381 had been studied intensely, picked over with a laser scalpel, combed for clues to help their self-rescue. Individual narratives of the fall were immortalized as stories told over and again on or abouts the anniversary. The piece of hull plating that had impaled Kaya so long ago got longer and more jagged at every retelling. The death of her friend Oarren no longer made her heart tighten. But here, now, suddenly on the bridge, Kaya was transported. She placed her hand on her chest and looked around. The air was electric with exhaust, but beneath the damage, everything was so new. And the people - they were all so young. They looked as fresh as new holograms complete with bloody uniforms. "L'nora, ja'kala," Kaya muttered. [ Lt.JG Rin Zakir - Bridge - USS Mac] So clearly not as up to snuff as he hoped then, but right now Bremmer was all he had and he supposed that she would have to learn sometime. 'Baptism by fire', he'd heard said, and right now that might very well be the case. Just not literally, he hoped. "Okay, I'll stick around and see what I can do to make life a little easier, but you're gonna get the job done quicker a whole lot faster than I am right now!", he spoke with a nod and something halfway between a reassuring smile and a pained grimace. He cradled his damaged arm with the other, as he listened to her give her report. Peering over her shoulder, he nodded once more and smiled a little at her reminiscing. Maybe not the time, but who wasn't thinking of their loved ones at a time like this? Still, it seemed that the petty officer may have been lacking more in confidence than skill. With Ensign Mila tasked with getting the crew (some of) what was going on right now, he no and transport was arranged for O'Connell to sickbay. He had felt bad for tearing Bremmer away from tending to the woman, but they all had their duties and at least now she would be in the right hands. It would probably be a short while before he himself got chance to run by sickbay, but his injury was likely fairly minor compared to most. For one, he was alive, so far. That was already better than at least one unfortunate ensign. Zak peered over her shoulder as she began her report to the commander, nodding as she did so. It wasn't quite how he would have chosen to describe what they were seeing, but it was pretty accurate. It seemed that the petty officer may have been lacking more in confidence than skill. "That about sums it up", he agreed, watching as O'Connell was beamed to sickbay. He hoped she would be okay, but right now his attention was on their soon to be guests. Even if had wanted to, it might be a while before he got to sickbay himself, so instead he was going to continue to keep an eye on things with Bremmer and hopefully not do himself any more damage. "You might want to get that arm looked at, son", a voice spoke to him, a voice he should know all to well. It was somewhat gruffer, more time worn than it had once been, but...oh Prophets, it couldn't be...him?
Tag Eliska Bremmer Tag Felicity Ellis and Soft Tag Bridge [Lt. JG Syl O'Connell - USS Mac - Sickbay]Hearing the order to transport her to Sickbay, Syl felt a mixture of relief and frustration. Of course, she knew she needed to get her ribs fixed before she risked more serious damage... But she hated missing out on the arrival of the other crew. Then again, it wasn't like she would have been around 57 years later stuck in a graviton ellipse. She didn't need her own absence to remind her of her fragility, both physically and emotionally. A nurse came over to assist her, but Syl didn't need to look around to know that she was among the less injured there. "I'll be alright, it's just a few fractures and they gave me an injection to help with the pain. You can see to the others first." Although she wouldn't put up too much of a fuss. If the other patients were stable, then quickly healing her fractures to get her back on her feet would clear the bed for the next incoming patient. Tag Thea Baker [Pilot Zefi Syl - USS Mac - Bridge]It had taken little convincing for the woman to be allowed to join Alpha team. Although she had trained several other pilots over the decades, she was still the one who knew the ship the best, especially this older version. Her thin ivory hair hung loose in waves around her shoulders, wrinkled skin devoid of the scars that had once been so visible on her face and neck. She stood tall and proud beside her daughter as the transporter beam faded, revealing the Bridge in utter disarray. A quick glance to the helm confirmed that her younger self was currently in Sickbay... Good. She'd find her there when they had a chance to talk. There was much to discuss. As she surveyed the faces she remembered so well, her breath caught as her hazel eyes landed on the woman standing at the tactical station. "Eliska..." she whispered softly, fighting the urge to walk over and pull the younger woman into a hug. Syl blinked back the tears that threatened to push past her eyelids as she remembered so vividly how much that young woman had meant to her. She could only pray their plan worked and circumstances would not rip the young women apart a second time. Tag Eliska Bremmer Soft Bridge [Medic Zefi Lirja - USS Mac - Bridge]View AttachmentLirja had been apprehensive about being part of the initial team to meet their past. To this crew, she hadn't even been born yet. It felt a little like she was intruding while all the elders came face to face with their memories. But that was part of why the younger generation was here. They could get to work while the elders dealt with whatever was going through their minds. Hearing her mother's quiet whisper, the young Bajoran followed her gaze to see the woman dressed in a gold uniform. She was as beautiful as her mother always mentioned... "Mom," she said quietly to get the older woman's attention. "I'm sure it's okay if you take a moment. We'll let you know when you can help." When Syl nodded mutely in response, Lirja stepped away and picked up the med kit that had been left on the floor. Then she moved over to the woman she assumed was Commander Ellis, her hands and arms visibly burnt quite severely. "I can help with that," she told the woman with a small, somewhat sheepish smile. "It'll be easier for you to think."Tag Felicity Ellis [ Myker Vulbrix - Bridge, Current Mac] The headache continued bringing with it waves of nausea and dizziness. There was a healthy dose of confusion mixed in but the Betazoid couldn't work out if that simply the situation, it was puzzling and something he had only rudimentary knowledge of. Temporal Mechanics was a topic not many had knowledge of. Him included. Despite the ever growing headache, Myker focused on what needed to be done. There wasn't time to question everything they knew, or to find more information. They had to focus on what they could do. Orders were given and the Bridge crew diligently worked to follow them. Systems were also returning to normal, Myk's vision swam as the voices on the Bridge sounded more distant and muffled. Myk fiercely shook his head, it didn't help for the dizziness but the Commander's voice was clearer as when she requested he reopen the channel. "Channel open" he confirmed once he'd opened the communication between them once again. Myker ended up resting his head on the console, his arms hanging freely at either of his sides. Suddenly a nap felt incredibly appealing. He straightened up again as the old Mac prepared for transport, he would make sure they got here safe. Moments later the iconic lightshow became the center of attention as some of the crew from the other Mac were transported aboard. Although his features didn’t reflect it, Myk was curious about this crew and it’s ships, specifically the Captain who Myker read as half-Betazoid. Glancing at the new, or was it the former, Additions to their crew. Myker’s attention shifted immediately to the Captain, Ellis, the daughter of their very own Commander, who by Myker’s math would no longer be alive. His features were familiar, which was entirely possible given Myker had seen the boy's mother enough times since he started working on the Mac. Welcome aboard Captain.” He said to the man, the welcome party was part of communications right? Even if this wasn’t the case, they were hopeless before but this gave them a chance, so the crew from the other ship were indeed very much welcome. Felicity Ellis and soft for the rest of the Bridge crew Well, at least Bremmer hadn't made an ass of herself looking the Tactical board over. So long as she wouldn't have to do any of that real tactical officer stuff, she would be all right... and if she did, well, that was what Mister Rin would be for, until he'd get to Sickbay, right? Finally, Syl was beamed to Sickbay where she could get real care, and things were starting to reorganize themselves... That is until a party from the other Mac was beamed aboard... and they really didn't look like a Starfleet crew all right. Eliska gave them a brief look, more to see where they were within the Bridge as she returned her attention to the board, until she heard a papery whisper calling out her name, immediately followed by a voice calling the originator 'mom'. That had been enough to draw the Petty Officer's attention away from the console, and there she saw the pair. An old woman, with long and wispy white hair who looked oh so familiar, and a young Bajoran woman. However, the older woman did take all of her attention, and then she recognized her. That bearing, the way she carried her weight, and those eyes, eyes that hadn't changed one bit. "Syl?" she asked incredulously. Yes, it could only be here. And the young woman, about her own age if she was any judge, who had called her mother? What the... A wave of vertigo crashed upon the Security Petty Officer at that point as the enormity of the situation revealed itself to her. To just see that battered version of the Mac on sensors and hearing voices over subspace was one thing. But to have their crew aboard, and an old woman she knew was young and vital and currently getting patched up in Sickbay right before her? That was simply too much. She took one step towards the old woman, and then her legs failed, dropping her down to all fours as the Bridge spun around her and the breath was robbed from her. Armed guards working for a crime lord, weapons smugglers, a horde of tritters, or even a drunken Klingon twice her size, she could handle that. But this? It was just too damn much and it took her longer than she'd ever care to admit later in life to at least straighten herself up. "I just saw you a minute ago? Wait, that wasn't you... Or it was? Co to[fn]'what the', in Czech[/fn]?"That was a lot to digest, more than she who very much was still that backwater colony girl, could wrap her head around.
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Ic Arbrell
Science
[TI33] [TI33]
Posts: 161 Likes: 21
Rank: Ensign
Position: Quantum Physicist
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Ic Arbrell on Sept 16, 2021 4:47:06 GMT
[ Ensign Ic Arbrell— Bridge, USS Mac] He still held tight to the console. The gasp stuck in his throat, cut off before it could pass to his struggling lungs. He’d remained still, holding it until he couldn’t any longer while numbers and theories (his mother’s voice, dendritic fates—) ran through his mind, piecing and promising, and eventually falling away. Ic Arbrell thought of time in the smallest parts and the largest, in intervals impossible for a mind as he knew it to effectually experience yet he’d come in his work to know it so well .Fifty-seven years, plain and pedestrian time, was unexpectedly difficult to imagine. He didn’t even plan through the end of a week. “We’re the backward in time,” he said finally. An incredulous laugh waited on the tone of his voice, but did not bubble through. It waited, like a threat. His attention adhered to the exchange between commanding officers, despite the nagging knowledge he should be trying to run simulations and take down notes. The reality of the situation, however, gave him the distinct sense— a dark and haunted knowledge, even— that he didn’t need to. The work that ached in his fingers and his mind had already been painfully done. The fear of one ship and the anxiety of the other welled in the fresh breaks of bones, thickly, pushing them further apart. He took a deep breath and let the pain tear through as he counted primes to steady his heart. Whether he was aware of it or not, Ic moved closer to Shavan in search of his ever-present comfort when he saw the first glimmer of transport. He recognized something missing in the blip from there to— [ Elouan Arbrell— Bridge, USS Mac] “Here,” he whispered, tightening his grip on the featherlight hand of the figure behind him. “See, no feedback, no paradox, and no flashbacks, mm? Come on. I have bodies to fix, and you—” have to come to terms with this “—are indispensable.”Few had done as much work on the facts of the anomaly over the past several decades, after all. They could send delegates or PADDs with all the information, but there was nothing like having the master of the subject right there in the room— no matter how much protest. Elouan let the hand go, slowly with the cornflower weight of reluctance on either side of the gentle release, and headed with a medical kit for the first crewmember who seemed to need assistance. A somber face, soft-featured and gracefully aged (more by experience than time), peered out from the space that opened in Elouan’s absence, at the back of the Alpha Team. Eyes colored more by sorrow than their natural shade of black lingered hesitantly upon the science stations before finally moving to lean against the turbolift entry, arms crossed. It still hurt to take too deep a breath, but not as much as to see himself in that uniform.
soft tags bridge; open tag for elouan’s assistance
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Shavan Th'zhaar
Science
[TI35]
Posts: 800 Likes: 19
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Assistant Chief of Science
Species: Orion/Andorian
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Post by Shavan Th'zhaar on Sept 16, 2021 11:32:05 GMT
[Shavan Th’zhaar - Bridge, USS Mac]
57 years.
They were facing another version of themselves… who had survived the graviton ellipse, but never made it out. Who had spent a lifetime within these walls.
Of course, Shavan didn’t know about the choice his alternate self had made, having finally reached the breaking point, nearly 56 years ago in the eyes of the other Mac’s crew. He didn’t know for certain that if they remembered him, it would be as no older than he was now.
And yet he did not question it when no other version of himself appeared. He had been lucky, after all, to even make it this far. Anything beyond seemed unlikely. But what he could at least try to wrap his mind around, instead, was how any of this was happening. A temporal distortion bringing the two ships together… and the other Mac would have decades worth of data already.
The fingers of his good hand tightened on the side of the console as another wave of pain lanced through his arm. Still, he was determined to miss nothing, eyes inevitably drawn to the older versions of his friends, others from the crew and those that had to be their children.
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Thea Baker
Command
[TI12]
Posts: 1,448 Likes: 46
Rank: Captain
Position: Commanding Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Thea Baker on Sept 16, 2021 14:13:55 GMT
[ Dr Marcus Harrison - Sickbay, Deck 7, New Mac] Instinct and the ever increasing emergencies that they found themselves dealing with, had Marcus almost miss the ship wide call from the Bridge. Barely registering it fully at least until he could fully process it all, once he had rid Kaya of the piece of Mac that was still embedded inside of her. Focus and a steady hand was needed as the Trill CE was given the anesthesia. Listening to her request as it began to take hold, Marcus knew immediately as to who she was referring too. " Don't worry about Nork" he assured her, checking her vitals before scrubbing up. Satisfied that Kaya was under and with everything in place. Marcus began the delicate process of cutting away the material and cleaning the affected area. Once that was done, it was onto the next step as he carefully started to remove the piece of Mac. [ Nurse Ramona Spring - Sickbay] Despite Syl's assurances that she would be alright and that Ramona could see to the other injured first. The Nurse wasn't about to leave her side, especially now that the overflow would be sent to the Cargo Bay. Things were certainly improving and becoming almost normal as she picked up the osteogenic stimulator. " I appreciate that Lieutenant and I was just about to ask if you had been given pain relief" she replied, then added softly . " As for the others, they're being taken care of, so you have me to yourself and we'll soon have you flying again. Although once this is completed, you'll need to rest for a little while, before we'll release you".
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Kaya Som
Engineering/Ops
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Yaya! You have survived! That's too bad!
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Post by Kaya Som on Sept 16, 2021 15:14:46 GMT
[ SCPO Kaya Som | Sickbay, subconcious ]Kaya wasn't sure if it was possible to dream under the painless security of surgical anesthesia, but she felt a dream nonetheless. It was a dream she'd had before almost a year ago, a constructed puzzle, a trick. [fn]Season 1, Mission 4: Slumber[/fn] She was in a hospital corridor in a thin hospital gown and there was no one to help her.
Something was wrong with her ban.
Kaya pulled up the gown and saw the ban was red and angry. She'd been here before, thought Kaya. Somehow the awareness of this dissipated a fog. She felt that she knew what would happen, but only in the delayed way of deja vu. Something was going to happen again. Something was coming. Someone. She didn't know if she should be afraid or not.
She continued to search, walking slowly and gingerly, her hand on her belly. It ached with every step until she had to stop. Someone was coming. The deja vu hurried to the present.
The pain came again, huge, and dull. She opened her gown again and watched in horror as her ban opened, watched in shocked confusion as fingers appeared in the opening, then a hand, then an arm. Kaya fell back against wall unable to move. A person, an entire person, impossibly true-to-size, crawled out of her abdomen. A head, shoulders, torso, hips, legs. The person stood up, still facing away. Dark brown hair, Starfleet uniform. She turned. Her face was expressionless.
Kaya stood face to face with Kaya.
"I need help," Kaya said.
"I've been looking for you," the other Kaya said.
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Felicity Ellis
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Sept 16, 2021 22:11:16 GMT
{Quotes: Old!Kaya, Old!Rin & Prime!Rin, Old!Syl & Syl Jr., Prime!Myker, Prime!Ic & Ic Jr.} [ SCPO Kaya Som | Sickbay ]Kaya couldn't quite relax into the biobed, not with the shard of spaceship still stabbed deep in her belly. But with the captain's announcement and the calm certainty of the medical crew, Kaya felt significantly less doomed. She'd always been the type to cooperative with doctors so she had very few protests or heroics as Dr. Harrison and the nurses got her settled. Just one last wish as the anesthesia began to kick in: "Don't let Nork touch anything. He's not authorized ..." zzz [ Old!Kaya Som | Bridge ]Kaya Som was nearly eighty-seven years old, a soft old Trill woman with grey hair and deep laugh lines. She wasn't the oldest engineer on the first Mac, but had over the decades become the undisputed most expert hand in its care and feeding. "Vek'tela with the captain, already." Kaya shook her head and rolled her eyes at Linus. Of all the things to hang on to, of all the things to drag forward, the trappings and circumstance of Starfleet rank and protocol was the least important to Kaya. There were far more compelling things to obsess over, like demolishing the temporal through-line by slapping the pert little arse of your twenty-six year-old alternate universe self, or seeing for the first time in years the faces of people who'd been dead for a decade. They materialized on the bridge of the second Mac and Kaya was suddenly reminded how much memory lived in the cells of the body,far more than they rested in the mind. The events of this day in 2381 had been studied intensely, picked over with a laser scalpel, combed for clues to help their self-rescue. Individual narratives of the fall were immortalized as stories told over and again on or abouts the anniversary. The piece of hull plating that had impaled Kaya so long ago got longer and more jagged at every retelling. The death of her friend Oarren no longer made her heart tighten. But here, now, suddenly on the bridge, Kaya was transported. She placed her hand on her chest and looked around. The air was electric with exhaust, but beneath the damage, everything was so new. And the people - they were all so young. They looked as fresh as new holograms complete with bloody uniforms. "L'nora, ja'kala," Kaya muttered. [ Lt.JG Rin Zakir - Bridge - USS Mac] So clearly not as up to snuff as he hoped then, but right now Bremmer was all he had and he supposed that she would have to learn sometime. 'Baptism by fire', he'd heard said, and right now that might very well be the case. Just not literally, he hoped. "Okay, I'll stick around and see what I can do to make life a little easier, but you're gonna get the job done quicker a whole lot faster than I am right now!", he spoke with a nod and something halfway between a reassuring smile and a pained grimace. He cradled his damaged arm with the other, as he listened to her give her report. Peering over her shoulder, he nodded once more and smiled a little at her reminiscing. Maybe not the time, but who wasn't thinking of their loved ones at a time like this? Still, it seemed that the petty officer may have been lacking more in confidence than skill. With Ensign Mila tasked with getting the crew (some of) what was going on right now, he no and transport was arranged for O'Connell to sickbay. He had felt bad for tearing Bremmer away from tending to the woman, but they all had their duties and at least now she would be in the right hands. It would probably be a short while before he himself got chance to run by sickbay, but his injury was likely fairly minor compared to most. For one, he was alive, so far. That was already better than at least one unfortunate ensign. Zak peered over her shoulder as she began her report to the commander, nodding as she did so. It wasn't quite how he would have chosen to describe what they were seeing, but it was pretty accurate. It seemed that the petty officer may have been lacking more in confidence than skill. "That about sums it up", he agreed, watching as O'Connell was beamed to sickbay. He hoped she would be okay, but right now his attention was on their soon to be guests. Even if had wanted to, it might be a while before he got to sickbay himself, so instead he was going to continue to keep an eye on things with Bremmer and hopefully not do himself any more damage. "You might want to get that arm looked at, son", a voice spoke to him, a voice he should know all to well. It was somewhat gruffer, more time worn than it had once been, but...oh Prophets, it couldn't be...him?
Tag Eliska Bremmer Tag Felicity Ellis and Soft Tag Bridge [Lt. JG Syl O'Connell - USS Mac - Sickbay]Hearing the order to transport her to Sickbay, Syl felt a mixture of relief and frustration. Of course, she knew she needed to get her ribs fixed before she risked more serious damage... But she hated missing out on the arrival of the other crew. Then again, it wasn't like she would have been around 57 years later stuck in a graviton ellipse. She didn't need her own absence to remind her of her fragility, both physically and emotionally. A nurse came over to assist her, but Syl didn't need to look around to know that she was among the less injured there. "I'll be alright, it's just a few fractures and they gave me an injection to help with the pain. You can see to the others first." Although she wouldn't put up too much of a fuss. If the other patients were stable, then quickly healing her fractures to get her back on her feet would clear the bed for the next incoming patient. Tag Thea Baker [Pilot Zefi Syl - USS Mac - Bridge]It had taken little convincing for the woman to be allowed to join Alpha team. Although she had trained several other pilots over the decades, she was still the one who knew the ship the best, especially this older version. Her thin ivory hair hung loose in waves around her shoulders, wrinkled skin devoid of the scars that had once been so visible on her face and neck. She stood tall and proud beside her daughter as the transporter beam faded, revealing the Bridge in utter disarray. A quick glance to the helm confirmed that her younger self was currently in Sickbay... Good. She'd find her there when they had a chance to talk. There was much to discuss. As she surveyed the faces she remembered so well, her breath caught as her hazel eyes landed on the woman standing at the tactical station. "Eliska..." she whispered softly, fighting the urge to walk over and pull the younger woman into a hug. Syl blinked back the tears that threatened to push past her eyelids as she remembered so vividly how much that young woman had meant to her. She could only pray their plan worked and circumstances would not rip the young women apart a second time. Tag Eliska Bremmer Soft Bridge [Medic Zefi Lirja - USS Mac - Bridge]View AttachmentLirja had been apprehensive about being part of the initial team to meet their past. To this crew, she hadn't even been born yet. It felt a little like she was intruding while all the elders came face to face with their memories. But that was part of why the younger generation was here. They could get to work while the elders dealt with whatever was going through their minds. Hearing her mother's quiet whisper, the young Bajoran followed her gaze to see the woman dressed in a gold uniform. She was as beautiful as her mother always mentioned... "Mom," she said quietly to get the older woman's attention. "I'm sure it's okay if you take a moment. We'll let you know when you can help." When Syl nodded mutely in response, Lirja stepped away and picked up the med kit that had been left on the floor. Then she moved over to the woman she assumed was Commander Ellis, her hands and arms visibly burnt quite severely. "I can help with that," she told the woman with a small, somewhat sheepish smile. "It'll be easier for you to think."Tag Felicity Ellis [ Myker Vulbrix - Bridge, Current Mac] The headache continued bringing with it waves of nausea and dizziness. There was a healthy dose of confusion mixed in but the Betazoid couldn't work out if that simply the situation, it was puzzling and something he had only rudimentary knowledge of. Temporal Mechanics was a topic not many had knowledge of. Him included. Despite the ever growing headache, Myker focused on what needed to be done. There wasn't time to question everything they knew, or to find more information. They had to focus on what they could do. Orders were given and the Bridge crew diligently worked to follow them. Systems were also returning to normal, Myk's vision swam as the voices on the Bridge sounded more distant and muffled. Myk fiercely shook his head, it didn't help for the dizziness but the Commander's voice was clearer as when she requested he reopen the channel. "Channel open" he confirmed once he'd opened the communication between them once again. Myker ended up resting his head on the console, his arms hanging freely at either of his sides. Suddenly a nap felt incredibly appealing. He straightened up again as the old Mac prepared for transport, he would make sure they got here safe. Moments later the iconic lightshow became the center of attention as some of the crew from the other Mac were transported aboard. Although his features didn’t reflect it, Myk was curious about this crew and it’s ships, specifically the Captain who Myker read as half-Betazoid. Glancing at the new, or was it the former, Additions to their crew. Myker’s attention shifted immediately to the Captain, Ellis, the daughter of their very own Commander, who by Myker’s math would no longer be alive. His features were familiar, which was entirely possible given Myker had seen the boy's mother enough times since he started working on the Mac. Welcome aboard Captain.” He said to the man, the welcome party was part of communications right? Even if this wasn’t the case, they were hopeless before but this gave them a chance, so the crew from the other ship were indeed very much welcome. Felicity Ellis and soft for the rest of the Bridge crew [ Ensign Ic Arbrell— Bridge, USS Mac] He still held tight to the console. The gasp stuck in his throat, cut off before it could pass to his struggling lungs. He’d remained still, holding it until he couldn’t any longer while numbers and theories (his mother’s voice, dendritic fates—) ran through his mind, piecing and promising, and eventually falling away. Ic Arbrell thought of time in the smallest parts and the largest, in intervals impossible for a mind as he knew it to effectually experience yet he’d come in his work to know it so well .Fifty-seven years, plain and pedestrian time, was unexpectedly difficult to imagine. He didn’t even plan through the end of a week. “We’re the backward in time,” he said finally. An incredulous laugh waited on the tone of his voice, but did not bubble through. It waited, like a threat. His attention adhered to the exchange between commanding officers, despite the nagging knowledge he should be trying to run simulations and take down notes. The reality of the situation, however, gave him the distinct sense— a dark and haunted knowledge, even— that he didn’t need to. The work that ached in his fingers and his mind had already been painfully done. The fear of one ship and the anxiety of the other welled in the fresh breaks of bones, thickly, pushing them further apart. He took a deep breath and let the pain tear through as he counted primes to steady his heart. Whether he was aware of it or not, Ic moved closer to Shavan in search of his ever-present comfort when he saw the first glimmer of transport. He recognized something missing in the blip from there to— [ Elouan Arbrell— Bridge, USS Mac] “Here,” he whispered, tightening his grip on the featherlight hand of the figure behind him. “See, no feedback, no paradox, and no flashbacks, mm? Come on. I have bodies to fix, and you—” have to come to terms with this “—are indispensable.”Few had done as much work on the facts of the anomaly over the past several decades, after all. They could send delegates or PADDs with all the information, but there was nothing like having the master of the subject right there in the room— no matter how much protest. Elouan let the hand go, slowly with the cornflower weight of reluctance on either side of the gentle release, and headed with a medical kit for the first crewmember who seemed to need assistance. A somber face, soft-featured and gracefully aged (more by experience than time), peered out from the space that opened in Elouan’s absence, at the back of the Alpha Team. Eyes colored more by sorrow than their natural shade of black lingered hesitantly upon the science stations before finally moving to lean against the turbolift entry, arms crossed. It still hurt to take too deep a breath, but not as much as to see himself in that uniform.
soft tags bridge; open tag for elouan’s assistance [Linus Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]Linus didn't respond to Kaya Som's grumblings. The corners of his mouth twitched upward slightly, noting her discomfort with his use of the term "Captain". He saved that for only when engaging with the other Mac's personnel, and never with his own, mostly to avoid confusion for the two Ellises, but also in some part to present a familiar system to them. Naturally, things had changed over the decades, and one of the first things to go had been the command structure and hierarchy. And then he was standing in front of the woman who had spearheaded the idea of a council, the person who had raised him to succeed at this very task; his mother. He had not seen her in a long time. Others though, he thought as he managed to pull his eyes from her face - so much younger than he had expected - and turned his gaze on the Betazoid at the Communications station, he had seen much more recently. "Thank you," he replied when he was officially welcomed onboard. Father.Linus allowed his mind and his thoughts to open up to Myker Vulbrix. A glimpse into what the calm and collected dark-haired man who called himself a Captain was thinking, planning. After a few moments, he turned back toward the too-young version of Felicity, and continued speaking aloud. It was obvious by the way he spoke that he was very proud of his people. "Alpha Team is comprised of everyone you need to help get your Mac back in fighting shape. Engineers, Medical personnel, Sciences, to name but a few, each of whom has been preparing for this their entire lives. They know what to do and where to go. Our window for action opens in 192 minutes." [Felicity Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]Felicity remained silent. It was something she defaulted to when she wasn't quite sure how she should be reacting, or indeed acting. For the first moments of their arrival she just watched. Kaya, Syl, Rin... They were all themselves. Somehow, it was them. Older, of course, but still moving with the confidence of knowledge. Or at this stage of their lives, should she say wisdom? And then there were the younger ones. Some of them looked older than she was herself, but again, defying logic, they just seemed younger to her. She really only had eyes for the Captain. He looked so much like Cameron. Or how Cameron looked in her mind's eye had he lived longer and had the opportunity to grow older. The pain in her chest was sharp, quick and born of panic. It subsided quickly, but she could not stop staring until a woman approached. Felicity blinked a couple of times and eventually cleared her thoughts enough to answer. "Yes. Yes, thank you." She held out her hands to be examined. Already she was impressed with how quickly these people were responding. Fifty-seven years put to use - they'd even sent over a spare Som. "What's your name?" She asked, vaguely recalling that she'd referred to Ensign O'Conn - wait, no, that wasn't right - Syl as 'Mom'. Meanwhile, she was finding the proposition of having to explain this to the rest of the crew to be overwhelming. Understatement.First thing's first. "Ensign Zoras, please make sure that our visitors have the access they require."
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Felicity Ellis
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Cap'n Mum
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Sept 16, 2021 22:32:04 GMT
{Quotes: Mila, Kova} [ Mila - Bridge, USS Mac] =/\= Acknowledged Doctor, please standby =/\= Mila responded as the Acting CMO gave his recommendation due to the further issues that had arisen. Being cut off from additional medical facilities wasn't ideal but as always the crew came up with alternatives. This situation may be equally terrifying and fascinating. But for Mila it proved how resourceful they could be and how much she loved being part of this crew. Turning slightly to relay the Doctor's response to Commander Ellis. Mila stopped half way as the other Mac responded to them. Curiouser and curiouser she thought upon hearing the other voice. This was certainly proving to be quite the mystery and actually pinched herself to make sure that she wasn't dreaming. Stopping the curse from escaping from her lips, Mila took a breath and relayed the recommendation. " Commander, Dr Harrison has recommended that we use one of the Cargo Bays, as auxiliary Sickbay is currently inaccessible". Turning back quickly as Petty Officer Gates responded to her comm. Mila listened to what he was saying and made a mental note of who was helping him. Mila then thought about how to answer his query when he asked what was going on. This was likely going to sound bizarre or if she was hallucinating but there was only one thing for it and that was to just say it. =/\= Understood Petty Officer and this might sound farfetched but believe me it's real. We're still inside the graviton ellipse and are currently being helped by well us.. the Mac. As for how long... Mila paused again as she remembered what Shavan had said. ... approximately two hours until the ellipse returns to subspace =/\= As she said this, Mila caught what Bremmer had said and wondered what they would see and learn when they finally got to meet the other them.
Tag Felicity Ellis for Felicity & Gate C, soft tag Kova Sh'qaleq , rest of the Bridge [ Kova Sh'qaleq - Scapegoat Lounge, U.S.S. Mac ] The moment Petty Officer Gates began to laugh, Kova began to question the man's sanity. Had he up and lost it all under the pressure that had been placed upon him. It wouldn't have surprised her if he had stripped naked and began running around the lounge with his uniform tied around his neck like a cape. To be honest, it probably would have brought some much needed levity to the room... or not. The Andorian dismissed the notion as he began to address the room, giving them alternative body parts to raise. She began to wonder just how many body parts he would go through before a comm signal actually rang to life. Ensign Zaros, on the Bridge, went on to fill them in on some very enlightening and disturbing information. They were still trapped inside of the graviton, but weren't the only ship. Perhaps Kova's hearing had been injured because it sounded like the Bolian had said that the help they were getting from the other ship... was themselves? The Mac? It also appeared that they only had two hours before the ellipse returned to subspace. The Andorian's antennae flexed in frustration as she reached up to rub her forehead, attempting to recall what a pain in the ass temporal mechanics had been back at the Academy. Her eyes then shifted towards the viewport, as she wondered if she could get a glimpse of this other ship. "You have got to be kidding me," she remarked more to herself as gravity of the situation continued to unravel. "I hope they're not planning to take advice from someone that's been trapped in this thing longer than we've been." It was true that they could benefit from their experience, but the other ship could just as easily exploit their ignorance. It wouldn't surprise Kova if that good ol' Starfleet altruism wore thin the longer someone was imprisoned somewhere like this.
Tag: Felicity Ellis (Gates) [Petty Officer Kellen Gates - Scapegoat Lounge]"By... us!?"Being trapped inside a graviton ellipse was bad enough, but now they had clones!? Not that he wouldn't like to meet his other self, because he absolutely would, the two of them together would be unstoppable, but wasn't there some form of ethics involved? "Remind me, Kova Sh'qaleq," he said, his tone light enough to be mistaken for casual as he bent with a dermal regenerator to someone else's gashed forehead, "How does Starfleet currently feel about the rights of sentient copies?" To be fair to Gates, that rule was always changing. Some officers had clones running around the galaxy, others had murdered theirs while claiming they were evil. If there were two Kellen Gateses though, they'd finish medical school much quicker. All around them systems were coming back online - including lights. The damage in the Lounge was extensive, and the strange hue of the ellipse still managed to cast an eerie glow over everything. He handed another regenerator to his Andorian assistant. "I'm going to have the worst of the injured transported to Sickbay. The rest we can tend to here, save them some space."He had no idea just how bad things would be in Sickbay, but for now he could probably be of more help here.
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Felicity Ellis
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Cap'n Mum
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Sept 16, 2021 22:44:05 GMT
[ SCPO Kaya Som | Sickbay ]Kaya couldn't quite relax into the biobed, not with the shard of spaceship still stabbed deep in her belly. But with the captain's announcement and the calm certainty of the medical crew, Kaya felt significantly less doomed. She'd always been the type to cooperative with doctors so she had very few protests or heroics as Dr. Harrison and the nurses got her settled. Just one last wish as the anesthesia began to kick in: "Don't let Nork touch anything. He's not authorized ..." zzz [ Old!Kaya Som | Bridge ]Kaya Som was nearly eighty-seven years old, a soft old Trill woman with grey hair and deep laugh lines. She wasn't the oldest engineer on the first Mac, but had over the decades become the undisputed most expert hand in its care and feeding. "Vek'tela with the captain, already." Kaya shook her head and rolled her eyes at Linus. Of all the things to hang on to, of all the things to drag forward, the trappings and circumstance of Starfleet rank and protocol was the least important to Kaya. There were far more compelling things to obsess over, like demolishing the temporal through-line by slapping the pert little arse of your twenty-six year-old alternate universe self, or seeing for the first time in years the faces of people who'd been dead for a decade. They materialized on the bridge of the second Mac and Kaya was suddenly reminded how much memory lived in the cells of the body,far more than they rested in the mind. The events of this day in 2381 had been studied intensely, picked over with a laser scalpel, combed for clues to help their self-rescue. Individual narratives of the fall were immortalized as stories told over and again on or abouts the anniversary. The piece of hull plating that had impaled Kaya so long ago got longer and more jagged at every retelling. The death of her friend Oarren no longer made her heart tighten. But here, now, suddenly on the bridge, Kaya was transported. She placed her hand on her chest and looked around. The air was electric with exhaust, but beneath the damage, everything was so new. And the people - they were all so young. They looked as fresh as new holograms complete with bloody uniforms. "L'nora, ja'kala," Kaya muttered. [Old!Nork - Bridge, USS Mac]Nork had barely aged a day, such was the supremacy of his Vulcan physiology. But even he would admit to feeling somewhat perturbed as he rematerialised on the Bridge of the Mac. It had once been easy in his own mind to intellectually separate this vessel, where they would visit in the future, to his vessel, which had endured almost six decades of abuse in the graviton ellipse. Now that he was here, however, he was experiencing something that forced the walls of those mental compartments to melt and bend. He looked around at faces he had never forgotten. Vulcans have excellent memories. They could also be keen linguists, and so when he heard Kaya Som speak certain words, he moved toward her and offered some helpful advice. "You should not bother yourself."
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Myker Vulbrix
Engineering/Ops
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Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
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Post by Myker Vulbrix on Sept 16, 2021 23:39:42 GMT
[ Maddox Russell - Current Mac - Bridge] Maddox had requested that he be included in the group that would go to the other Mac to assist. For one he was a good assistant to the Mac’s most experienced engineer, for second there was no way he was going to let his spouse have all the fun. Why would he? Meeting the crew of the Mac as youngsters again would be eye opening and would give him something to think about as he grew closer to the end of his life. The situation reminded him of high school, when he was meant to write a letter to his future self...except this was real and he could slap himself upside the head. Kaya’s words to the Ellis boy had Maddox rolling his eyes, Aye, Kaya leave the boy alone, he’s trying to make a good impression his reprimand was light and teasing as he rested a hand gently on her shoulder. Of course the Captain would be useful once there were two Ellis to contend with and one needed to address one not the other. Maddox would've liked this to have been like every other mission, going into it not sure what you'd find, but they knew exactly what they'd find because they'd lived it many decades ago. The moment they were on the Bridge, The eighty-seven year old, looked around his hand still on Kaya’s shoulder. He glanced around at the mess the Bridge was in. He remembered having to piece it back together, there was something surreal about seeing it in this state again. It was like the work he’d put in way back when, had simply not been done. Of course the tall tales flying around for 57 years made things seem way different, more dramatic but the risk to the entire crew was as real then, as it was now. They had much work to do, if the ships wanted to save each other. The words of the Vulcan to Kaya had Maddox scowling, Hey Nark...shut it.” He told Nork, so maybe he was reaching the 'grumpy old man' phase in his life but no messing with the Trill...that was his job. Kaya Som for old!Kaya Felicity Ellis for old!Nork and soft tags for the bridge
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Myker Vulbrix
Engineering/Ops
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Post by Myker Vulbrix on Sept 16, 2021 23:53:05 GMT
[ Ensign Myker Vulbrix - Bridge, Prime!Mac] Myker had very quickly figured out the connection between Commander and Captain, their mental signatures read similar, like the genetic code of a mother and child there were similarities. There were also significant differences, brought on by life experiences that fundamentally shaped them as people. The Captain of course was born and raised in the Graviton Ellipse, his whole life hinged on the moment they’d be eaten. The calm, collected nature of the man was something he could appreciate because remaining calm in dire situations had always proved to be a useful skill, and it helped your mind stay clear. His working this out was unintentional but the knock to the head was making it difficult to filter out this ‘noise’, it just kept streaming in. There was loss, curiosity, nerves and some agitation somewhere in the mix. The minds flooding in were almost suffocating. Father that thought alone seemed to bring everything to a sudden halt, as it bounced around in his mind louder than even the ringing in his ears. Everything slowed, as the rest of the noise was silenced in favour of that one thought Myker realised it was meant for him. The source was the Captain, the young man that stood in their midst, pride for his people rolling off him in waves. Clearly he’d been preparing for this his whole life and when his chance came he was ready to snatch it. His brow furrowed, puzzled, the confusion crossing his features, as he tried to work out exactly how that happened. His gaze flicked to the Commander as someone approached to assist with her hands, had she heard what he had? Of course not, she wasn’t telepathic. However what that thought implied...the usually phlegmatic Betazoid could feel the heat rising under the collar of his uniform. He wasn’t even sure what to think of that information. His gaze returned to the Captain, the Vulbrix features seemed to suddenly be more prominent, dark hair, dark eyes and of course that calmness that had become synonymous with Myker himself. well that happened… He thought his gaze flicking quickly to Felicity again before returning to his console. Myker was an uncomfortable at the best of times, but this tipped him right over the edge of awkward. It was beyond that. Still skeptical about his own sanity, Myker needed to find a distraction. Commander, should I open a ship wide channel? He asked not looking at either Ellis, for fear they might see right into his mind and thoughts...which right now involved her and the fact they made a kid. They’d have to explain what was going on so that whoever was available could assist their guests and his son in whatever needed to be accomplished. Felicity Ellis for Ellis’ soft tag for Bridge crew
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Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
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Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Sept 17, 2021 0:22:20 GMT
{Spoiler}{Quoted Posts} [Linus Ellis - Bridge, Other USS Mac]It had been a long time since Linus had heard his mother's voice. It was of course younger than how he had remembered, but it was unmistakably her nonetheless. He suddenly became very conscious of how he was dressed. The crew of the Mac would be expecting uniforms, discipline in appearance, but they'd done away with that decades ago. His sweatshirt was navy blue and plain; functional and comfortable. His pants were more suited to athletic endeavour, as was his footwear. Gone were the polished boots and all the useless trappings of service. In the Ellipse, nothing like that mattered. He was nervous. He knew they all would be. So much was resting on this, and all of them had been prepared for this very moment for their entire lives. It was their purpose and their salvation, and somehow, finally, it was upon them. It was a mighty ask, handed down from one generation to another. =/\= "Ellis to Alpha Team. Prepare for transport. It is time." =/\= Alpha Team was the best of them. A small group of specialists comprised of original Mac crew and their progeny. Their purpose was to ensure that both ships were ready to rescue each other. =/\= "Captain Ellis to Commander Ellis, standby to receive." =/\= The small group appeared on the other Bridge in a shimmer of iridescent light, ready to go to work. [ Old!Kaya Som | Bridge ]Kaya Som was nearly eighty-seven years old, a soft old Trill woman with grey hair and deep laugh lines. She wasn't the oldest engineer on the first Mac, but had over the decades become the undisputed most expert hand in its care and feeding. "Vek'tela with the captain, already." Kaya shook her head and rolled her eyes at Linus. Of all the things to hang on to, of all the things to drag forward, the trappings and circumstance of Starfleet rank and protocol was the least important to Kaya. There were far more compelling things to obsess over, like demolishing the temporal through-line by slapping the pert little arse of your twenty-six year-old alternate universe self, or seeing for the first time in years the faces of people who'd been dead for a decade. They materialized on the bridge of the second Mac and Kaya was suddenly reminded how much memory lived in the cells of the body,far more than they rested in the mind. The events of this day in 2381 had been studied intensely, picked over with a laser scalpel, combed for clues to help their self-rescue. Individual narratives of the fall were immortalized as stories told over and again on or abouts the anniversary. The piece of hull plating that had impaled Kaya so long ago got longer and more jagged at every retelling. The death of her friend Oarren no longer made her heart tighten. But here, now, suddenly on the bridge, Kaya was transported. She placed her hand on her chest and looked around. The air was electric with exhaust, but beneath the damage, everything was so new. And the people - they were all so young. They looked as fresh as new holograms complete with bloody uniforms. "L'nora, ja'kala," Kaya muttered. [ Lt.JG Rin Zakir - Bridge - USS Mac] So clearly not as up to snuff as he hoped then, but right now Bremmer was all he had and he supposed that she would have to learn sometime. 'Baptism by fire', he'd heard said, and right now that might very well be the case. Just not literally, he hoped. "Okay, I'll stick around and see what I can do to make life a little easier, but you're gonna get the job done quicker a whole lot faster than I am right now!", he spoke with a nod and something halfway between a reassuring smile and a pained grimace. He cradled his damaged arm with the other, as he listened to her give her report. Peering over her shoulder, he nodded once more and smiled a little at her reminiscing. Maybe not the time, but who wasn't thinking of their loved ones at a time like this? Still, it seemed that the petty officer may have been lacking more in confidence than skill. With Ensign Mila tasked with getting the crew (some of) what was going on right now, he no and transport was arranged for O'Connell to sickbay. He had felt bad for tearing Bremmer away from tending to the woman, but they all had their duties and at least now she would be in the right hands. It would probably be a short while before he himself got chance to run by sickbay, but his injury was likely fairly minor compared to most. For one, he was alive, so far. That was already better than at least one unfortunate ensign. Zak peered over her shoulder as she began her report to the commander, nodding as she did so. It wasn't quite how he would have chosen to describe what they were seeing, but it was pretty accurate. It seemed that the petty officer may have been lacking more in confidence than skill. "That about sums it up", he agreed, watching as O'Connell was beamed to sickbay. He hoped she would be okay, but right now his attention was on their soon to be guests. Even if had wanted to, it might be a while before he got to sickbay himself, so instead he was going to continue to keep an eye on things with Bremmer and hopefully not do himself any more damage. "You might want to get that arm looked at, son", a voice spoke to him, a voice he should know all to well. It was somewhat gruffer, more time worn than it had once been, but...oh Prophets, it couldn't be...him? [Pilot Zefi Syl - USS Mac - Bridge]It had taken little convincing for the woman to be allowed to join Alpha team. Although she had trained several other pilots over the decades, she was still the one who knew the ship the best, especially this older version. Her thin ivory hair hung loose in waves around her shoulders, wrinkled skin devoid of the scars that had once been so visible on her face and neck. She stood tall and proud beside her daughter as the transporter beam faded, revealing the Bridge in utter disarray. A quick glance to the helm confirmed that her younger self was currently in Sickbay... Good. She'd find her there when they had a chance to talk. There was much to discuss. As she surveyed the faces she remembered so well, her breath caught as her hazel eyes landed on the woman standing at the tactical station. "Eliska..." she whispered softly, fighting the urge to walk over and pull the younger woman into a hug. Syl blinked back the tears that threatened to push past her eyelids as she remembered so vividly how much that young woman had meant to her. She could only pray their plan worked and circumstances would not rip the young women apart a second time. [Medic Zefi Lirja - USS Mac - Bridge]Lirja had been apprehensive about being part of the initial team to meet their past. To this crew, she hadn't even been born yet. It felt a little like she was intruding while all the elders came face to face with their memories. But that was part of why the younger generation was here. They could get to work while the elders dealt with whatever was going through their minds. Hearing her mother's quiet whisper, the young Bajoran followed her gaze to see the woman dressed in a gold uniform. She was as beautiful as her mother always mentioned... "Mom," she said quietly to get the older woman's attention. "I'm sure it's okay if you take a moment. We'll let you know when you can help." When Syl nodded mutely in response, Lirja stepped away and picked up the med kit that had been left on the floor. Then she moved over to the woman she assumed was Commander Ellis, her hands and arms visibly burnt quite severely. "I can help with that," she told the woman with a small, somewhat sheepish smile. "It'll be easier for you to think." [ Myker Vulbrix - Bridge, Current Mac] The headache continued bringing with it waves of nausea and dizziness. There was a healthy dose of confusion mixed in but the Betazoid couldn't work out if that simply the situation, it was puzzling and something he had only rudimentary knowledge of. Temporal Mechanics was a topic not many had knowledge of. Him included. Despite the ever growing headache, Myker focused on what needed to be done. There wasn't time to question everything they knew, or to find more information. They had to focus on what they could do. Orders were given and the Bridge crew diligently worked to follow them. Systems were also returning to normal, Myk's vision swam as the voices on the Bridge sounded more distant and muffled. Myk fiercely shook his head, it didn't help for the dizziness but the Commander's voice was clearer as when she requested he reopen the channel. "Channel open" he confirmed once he'd opened the communication between them once again. Myker ended up resting his head on the console, his arms hanging freely at either of his sides. Suddenly a nap felt incredibly appealing. He straightened up again as the old Mac prepared for transport, he would make sure they got here safe. Moments later the iconic lightshow became the center of attention as some of the crew from the other Mac were transported aboard. Although his features didn’t reflect it, Myk was curious about this crew and it’s ships, specifically the Captain who Myker read as half-Betazoid. Glancing at the new, or was it the former, Additions to their crew. Myker’s attention shifted immediately to the Captain, Ellis, the daughter of their very own Commander, who by Myker’s math would no longer be alive. His features were familiar, which was entirely possible given Myker had seen the boy's mother enough times since he started working on the Mac. Welcome aboard Captain.” He said to the man, the welcome party was part of communications right? Even if this wasn’t the case, they were hopeless before but this gave them a chance, so the crew from the other ship were indeed very much welcome. [ PO3 Eliska Bremmer - Bridge, USS Mac ]{Spoiler}{Spoiler}Well, at least Bremmer hadn't made an ass of herself looking the Tactical board over. So long as she wouldn't have to do any of that real tactical officer stuff, she would be all right... and if she did, well, that was what Mister Rin would be for, until he'd get to Sickbay, right? Finally, Syl was beamed to Sickbay where she could get real care, and things were starting to reorganize themselves...
That is until a party from the other Mac was beamed aboard... and they really didn't look like a Starfleet crew all right. Eliska gave them a brief look, more to see where they were within the Bridge as she returned her attention to the board, until she heard a papery whisper calling out her name, immediately followed by a voice calling the originator 'mom'. That had been enough to draw the Petty Officer's attention away from the console, and there she saw the pair. An old woman, with long and wispy white hair who looked oh so familiar, and a young Bajoran woman. However, the older woman did take all of her attention, and then she recognized her. That bearing, the way she carried her weight, and those eyes, eyes that hadn't changed one bit. "Syl?" she asked incredulously. Yes, it could only be here. And the young woman, about her own age if she was any judge, who had called her mother? What the... A wave of vertigo crashed upon the Security Petty Officer at that point as the enormity of the situation revealed itself to her. To just see that battered version of the Mac on sensors and hearing voices over subspace was one thing. But to have their crew aboard, and an old woman she knew was young and vital and currently getting patched up in Sickbay right before her? That was simply too much. She took one step towards the old woman, and then her legs failed, dropping her down to all fours as the Bridge spun around her and the breath was robbed from her. Armed guards working for a crime lord, weapons smugglers, a horde of tritters, or even a drunken Klingon twice her size, she could handle that. But this? It was just too damn much and it took her longer than she'd ever care to admit later in life to at least straighten herself up. "I just saw you a minute ago? Wait, that wasn't you... Or it was? Co to[fn]'what the', in Czech[/fn]?"That was a lot to digest, more than she who very much was still that backwater colony girl, could wrap her head around. [ Ensign Ic Arbrell— Bridge, USS Mac] He still held tight to the console. The gasp stuck in his throat, cut off before it could pass to his struggling lungs. He’d remained still, holding it until he couldn’t any longer while numbers and theories (his mother’s voice, dendritic fates—) ran through his mind, piecing and promising, and eventually falling away. Ic Arbrell thought of time in the smallest parts and the largest, in intervals impossible for a mind as he knew it to effectually experience yet he’d come in his work to know it so well .Fifty-seven years, plain and pedestrian time, was unexpectedly difficult to imagine. He didn’t even plan through the end of a week. “We’re the backward in time,” he said finally. An incredulous laugh waited on the tone of his voice, but did not bubble through. It waited, like a threat. His attention adhered to the exchange between commanding officers, despite the nagging knowledge he should be trying to run simulations and take down notes. The reality of the situation, however, gave him the distinct sense— a dark and haunted knowledge, even— that he didn’t need to. The work that ached in his fingers and his mind had already been painfully done. The fear of one ship and the anxiety of the other welled in the fresh breaks of bones, thickly, pushing them further apart. He took a deep breath and let the pain tear through as he counted primes to steady his heart. Whether he was aware of it or not, Ic moved closer to Shavan in search of his ever-present comfort when he saw the first glimmer of transport. He recognized something missing in the blip from there to— [ Elouan Arbrell— Bridge, USS Mac] “Here,” he whispered, tightening his grip on the featherlight hand of the figure behind him. “See, no feedback, no paradox, and no flashbacks, mm? Come on. I have bodies to fix, and you—” have to come to terms with this “—are indispensable.”Few had done as much work on the facts of the anomaly over the past several decades, after all. They could send delegates or PADDs with all the information, but there was nothing like having the master of the subject right there in the room— no matter how much protest. Elouan let the hand go, slowly with the cornflower weight of reluctance on either side of the gentle release, and headed with a medical kit for the first crewmember who seemed to need assistance. A somber face, soft-featured and gracefully aged (more by experience than time), peered out from the space that opened in Elouan’s absence, at the back of the Alpha Team. Eyes colored more by sorrow than their natural shade of black lingered hesitantly upon the science stations before finally moving to lean against the turbolift entry, arms crossed. It still hurt to take too deep a breath, but not as much as to see himself in that uniform. [ Shavan Th’zhaar - Bridge, USS Mac] 57 years. They were facing another version of themselves… who had survived the graviton ellipse, but never made it out. Who had spent a lifetime within these walls. Of course, Shavan didn’t know about the choice his alternate self had made, having finally reached the breaking point, nearly 56 years ago in the eyes of the other Mac’s crew. He didn’t know for certain that if they remembered him, it would be as no older than he was now. And yet he did not question it when no other version of himself appeared. He had been lucky, after all, to even make it this far. Anything beyond seemed unlikely. But what he could at least try to wrap his mind around, instead, was how any of this was happening. A temporal distortion bringing the two ships together… and the other Mac would have decades worth of data already. The fingers of his good hand tightened on the side of the console as another wave of pain lanced through his arm. Still, he was determined to miss nothing, eyes inevitably drawn to the older versions of his friends, others from the crew and those that had to be their children. {Spoiler}{Spoiler}[Linus Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]
Linus didn't respond to Kaya Som's grumblings. The corners of his mouth twitched upward slightly, noting her discomfort with his use of the term "Captain". He saved that for only when engaging with the other Mac's personnel, and never with his own, mostly to avoid confusion for the two Ellises, but also in some part to present a familiar system to them. Naturally, things had changed over the decades, and one of the first things to go had been the command structure and hierarchy. And then he was standing in front of the woman who had spearheaded the idea of a council, the person who had raised him to succeed at this very task; his mother. He had not seen her in a long time. Others though, he thought as he managed to pull his eyes from her face - so much younger than he had expected - and turned his gaze on the Betazoid at the Communications station, he had seen much more recently. "Thank you," he replied when he was officially welcomed onboard. Father.Linus allowed his mind and his thoughts to open up to Myker Vulbrix. A glimpse into what the calm and collected dark-haired man who called himself a Captain was thinking, planning. After a few moments, he turned back toward the too-young version of Felicity, and continued speaking aloud. It was obvious by the way he spoke that he was very proud of his people. "Alpha Team is comprised of everyone you need to help get your Mac back in fighting shape. Engineers, Medical personnel, Sciences, to name but a few, each of whom has been preparing for this their entire lives. They know what to do and where to go. Our window for action opens in 192 minutes." [Felicity Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]Felicity remained silent. It was something she defaulted to when she wasn't quite sure how she should be reacting, or indeed acting. For the first moments of their arrival she just watched. Kaya, Syl, Rin... They were all themselves. Somehow, it was them. Older, of course, but still moving with the confidence of knowledge. Or at this stage of their lives, should she say wisdom? And then there were the younger ones. Some of them looked older than she was herself, but again, defying logic, they just seemed younger to her. She really only had eyes for the Captain. He looked so much like Cameron. Or how Cameron looked in her mind's eye had he lived longer and had the opportunity to grow older. The pain in her chest was sharp, quick and born of panic. It subsided quickly, but she could not stop staring until a woman approached. Felicity blinked a couple of times and eventually cleared her thoughts enough to answer. "Yes. Yes, thank you." She held out her hands to be examined. Already she was impressed with how quickly these people were responding. Fifty-seven years put to use - they'd even sent over a spare Som. "What's your name?" She asked, vaguely recalling that she'd referred to Ensign O'Conn - wait, no, that wasn't right - Syl as 'Mom'. Meanwhile, she was finding the proposition of having to explain this to the rest of the crew to be overwhelming. Understatement.First thing's first. "Ensign Zoras, please make sure that our visitors have the access they require."{Spoiler}{Spoiler}[Petty Officer Kellen Gates - Scapegoat Lounge]
"By... us!?"Being trapped inside a graviton ellipse was bad enough, but now they had clones!? Not that he wouldn't like to meet his other self, because he absolutely would, the two of them together would be unstoppable, but wasn't there some form of ethics involved? "Remind me, Kova Sh'qaleq," he said, his tone light enough to be mistaken for casual as he bent with a dermal regenerator to someone else's gashed forehead, "How does Starfleet currently feel about the rights of sentient copies?" To be fair to Gates, that rule was always changing. Some officers had clones running around the galaxy, others had murdered theirs while claiming they were evil. If there were two Kellen Gateses though, they'd finish medical school much quicker. All around them systems were coming back online - including lights. The damage in the Lounge was extensive, and the strange hue of the ellipse still managed to cast an eerie glow over everything. He handed another regenerator to his Andorian assistant. "I'm going to have the worst of the injured transported to Sickbay. The rest we can tend to here, save them some space."He had no idea just how bad things would be in Sickbay, but for now he could probably be of more help here. [Old!Nork - Bridge, USS Mac]Nork had barely aged a day, such was the supremacy of his Vulcan physiology. But even he would admit to feeling somewhat perturbed as he rematerialised on the Bridge of the Mac. It had once been easy in his own mind to intellectually separate this vessel, where they would visit in the future, to his vessel, which had endured almost six decades of abuse in the graviton ellipse. Now that he was here, however, he was experiencing something that forced the walls of those mental compartments to melt and bend. He looked around at faces he had never forgotten. Vulcans have excellent memories. They could also be keen linguists, and so when he heard Kaya Som speak certain words, he moved toward her and offered some helpful advice. "You should not bother yourself." [ Maddox Russell - Current Mac - Bridge] Maddox had requested that he be included in the group that would go to the other Mac to assist. For one he was a good assistant to the Mac’s most experienced engineer, for second there was no way he was going to let his spouse have all the fun. Why would he? Meeting the crew of the Mac as youngsters again would be eye opening and would give him something to think about as he grew closer to the end of his life. The situation reminded him of high school, when he was meant to write a letter to his future self...except this was real and he could slap himself upside the head. Kaya’s words to the Ellis boy had Maddox rolling his eyes, Aye, Kaya leave the boy alone, he’s trying to make a good impression his reprimand was light and teasing as he rested a hand gently on her shoulder. Of course the Captain would be useful once there were two Ellis to contend with and one needed to address one not the other. Maddox would've liked this to have been like every other mission, going into it not sure what you'd find, but they knew exactly what they'd find because they'd lived it many decades ago. The moment they were on the Bridge, The eighty-seven year old, looked around his hand still on Kaya’s shoulder. He glanced around at the mess the Bridge was in. He remembered having to piece it back together, there was something surreal about seeing it in this state again. It was like the work he’d put in way back when, had simply not been done. Of course the tall tales flying around for 57 years made things seem way different, more dramatic but the risk to the entire crew was as real then, as it was now. They had much work to do, if the ships wanted to save each other. The words of the Vulcan to Kaya had Maddox scowling, Hey Nark...shut it.” He told Nork, so maybe he was reaching the 'grumpy old man' phase in his life but no messing with the Trill...that was his job. [ Ensign Myker Vulbrix - Bridge, Prime!Mac] Myker had very quickly figured out the connection between Commander and Captain, their mental signatures read similar, like the genetic code of a mother and child there were similarities. There were also significant differences, brought on by life experiences that fundamentally shaped them as people. The Captain of course was born and raised in the Graviton Ellipse, his whole life hinged on the moment they’d be eaten. The calm, collected nature of the man was something he could appreciate because remaining calm in dire situations had always proved to be a useful skill, and it helped your mind stay clear. His working this out was unintentional but the knock to the head was making it difficult to filter out this ‘noise’, it just kept streaming in. There was loss, curiosity, nerves and some agitation somewhere in the mix. The minds flooding in were almost suffocating. Father that thought alone seemed to bring everything to a sudden halt, as it bounced around in his mind louder than even the ringing in his ears. Everything slowed, as the rest of the noise was silenced in favour of that one thought Myker realised it was meant for him. The source was the Captain, the young man that stood in their midst, pride for his people rolling off him in waves. Clearly he’d been preparing for this his whole life and when his chance came he was ready to snatch it. His brow furrowed, puzzled, the confusion crossing his features, as he tried to work out exactly how that happened. His gaze flicked to the Commander as someone approached to assist with her hands, had she heard what he had? Of course not, she wasn’t telepathic. However what that thought implied...the usually phlegmatic Betazoid could feel the heat rising under the collar of his uniform. He wasn’t even sure what to think of that information. His gaze returned to the Captain, the Vulbrix features seemed to suddenly be more prominent, dark hair, dark eyes and of course that calmness that had become synonymous with Myker himself. well that happened… He thought his gaze flicking quickly to Felicity again before returning to his console. Myker was an uncomfortable at the best of times, but this tipped him right over the edge of awkward. It was beyond that. Still skeptical about his own sanity, Myker needed to find a distraction. Commander, should I open a ship wide channel? He asked not looking at either Ellis, for fear they might see right into his mind and thoughts...which right now involved her and the fact they made a kid. They’d have to explain what was going on so that whoever was available could assist their guests and his son in whatever needed to be accomplished. [NPC - Zyri Zh'raal, Bridge, USS Mac ] As she materialized on the bridge, Zyri's eyes were wide with excitement. However, there was another feeling brimming at the pit of her stomach: anxiety. She wasn't sure if she was nervous to see them, or more nervous to be seen. She could feel her heart began to flutter. And then, there was a slight tightening of her chest, as it bot harder to breath. She reached down and brought the inhaler-unit over her nose and mouth. She took a deep breath, and instantly felt the the tension in her chest began to ease. Zyri had to remind herself to remain calm, and to stay focused on the job. Because it would be just as easy for Captain Ellis to send her back home. She could see the recognition in the eyes of the others... the familiarity. Somehow, she found herself feeling left out, but had to remind herself that there was at least one parent that she'd never met. At least not that she could recall. As the others began to filter out through the bridge, Zyri did the same. Her eyes fell upon the only other person on the bridge with antennae. She wasn't sure if he'd caught her staring, but timidly, Zyri averted her eyes and dashed past him. At least she didn't have to worry about running into anyone else with blue spots. She came to a stop at a computer console that was vacant. Her hand ran over the console. Wasn't this the one that was still smashed aboard their ship? Nimbly and effortlessly, her hands danced over the console, bringing it to life. This was what she was used to. It was so tempting to copy some of this Mac's data to bring back to their own, but that wasn't the mission. She then heard Commander Ellis give Ensign Zaros orders to give them all access to whatever they needed. Zyri's eyes widened as she realized she had jumped the gun. She quickly kicked herself back out of the system, and waited patiently for access to be granted.
Tag: Bridge, Shavan Th'zhaar (soft)
[ Kova Sh'qaleq - Scapegoat Lounge, USS Mac ] Kova sighed and shook her head. Why was Gates so surprised that they might try to double-cross themselves? Being imprisoned clearly allowed people to see opportunities more readily. She allowed the question to go unanswered. It certainly didn't deserve one. His query then shifted to a radically different topic altogether. "Sentient copies? You mean clones?" she asked. Yet, she was just as curious about why he was asking her about clones. Did he suspect she had played a hand in those sort of shenanigans? "Cloning has been outlawed since the end of the Eugenics Wars," Kova replied obediently. "And we all know what stickler Starfleet is about their rules." That should be a sound enough answer. It'd at least be the only answer she'd give. She soon found a dermal regenerator being handed to her by Gates as he treated someone else's wound. Kova looked down at the regenerator, around the room and then back at Gates as he explained about having those worse off being transported to Sickbay. "Um... I'm not a nurse," Kova said. Did she know how to use a dermal regenerator? Of course. Everyone was given a crash course in standard triage training during the first year at the Academy, and Kova had put it to use many times. Besides, looking around the lounge, there weren't many others that were in much better shape to assist Gates.
Tag: Felicity Ellis (Gates)
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Syl O'Connell
Flight Control
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Post by Syl O'Connell on Sept 17, 2021 2:57:25 GMT
[Lt. JG Syl O'Connell - USS Mac - Sickbay]Syl nodded at the reassurance and let herself relax onto the biobed. At least it seemed the medical staff weren't among the injured, which did make things easier for them. Letting the nurse do what was needed, she let her mind wander to whatever may be happening on the Bridge. Who had arrived? What they did look like? Did have a plan to get everyone out of the ellipse? Or were they all doomed to spend another six decades here? Soft tag Thea Baker [Pilot Zefi Syl - USS Mac - Bridge]The confused and shocked reaction from her friend of so long ago did not come as a surprise to the old woman. She smiled softly and crossed the Bridge, reaching a weathered hand to help the young security PO to her feet. "It was... And it wasn't, " Syl offered as an explanation. "The Syl you know still exists, is still here, and she'll be back on the Bridge as soon as she's released from Sickbay. I'm the one who's been navigating the Ellipse since we were first trapped here." The one who watched you waste away and die almost fifty years ago. Though she certainly wasn't intending on voicing that particular thought. Her head turned to the science station across from them, and the familiar face she hadn't seen in an even greater time. It was good to see Shavan again, but as his daughter moved towards him, Syl decided to save that reunion for a little later. Tag Eliska BremmerSoft Shavan Th'zhaar [Medic Zefi Lirja - USS Mac - Bridge]Lirja responded with a smile as the younger woman - that was weird to think about - allowed her to examine the burns. Opening the med kit, she paused at the sight of the devices within. She hadn't used these since she first started learning medicine... But they would be far more effective than the salves and bandages that they had needed to resort to. "I'm Lirja," she replied simply, taking out the tricorder and starting to scan Felicity's hands. There was so much more that she could say... But there had been questions about how much to reveal, given the shifty nature of timelines, and the fact that many relationships likely would not have formed - some of the crew would not have been born - if they hadn't been stuck on the ship for so long. Lirja decided to leave it up to the Elders how much to discuss. Scans complete, she put the tricorder away and retrieved the hypospray with a couple vials. "Something for the pain and infection," she explained simply before reaching up to inject the medicine into Felicity's neck. The hiss was a familiar sound, but also one she hadn't heard in a long time. There was a slight nostalgic smile on her face as she started to treat the lesser of the burns that wouldn't need tissue removal. That wasn't something to do in the middle of an important conversation. Tag Felicity Ellis
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