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Trojan Horse #1 - 3 "Homecoming"

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Caelen almost crashed back into his seat, breathing heavily "Remind me not to do that again" he said putting his phaser back into his belt. He then looked at Kris "Sitrep?"

"We're back in our own space, Sir." Kristiana sounded quiet. "Shields down, ship heavily damaged, hull-breaches on decks 7 and 8. Weapons damaged, warpdrive offline. Getting reports of casualties on multiple decks. Damage control teams are doing what they can." Petrova spoke in an uncharacteristically quiet and subdued voice. Something was obviously bugging her.

Caelen rubbed his forehead, this was bad news indeed. He noticed how Kris was speaking so softly "Anything else I should know Commander?" he asked, in a friendly yet urging voice, he wanted her to know that if there was Anything wrong on his vessel he Needed to know.

She sighed softly, speaking in a quiet voice. "The Pegasus F tried to send us something before we went into the wormhole, but the signal ended too quickly for us to act on it .. Sulan and Ryylar are back .. Ryylar's .. heavily injured." she spoke, defeatedly.

"But still alive..." Caelen made sure she understood that she had lost nothing "...the ship is still intact only minor casualties..." he sighed a bit, now that they were back in friendly territory it was time to move on, beyond that Mirror disaster. "...you did a great job Commander, I couldn't have done it any better myself" he finally added, giving a friendly pat on her shoulder before standing up and walking to the Communications console, looking into the eyes of his wife. He then turned away and hit his combadge =/\= Commander LaBrie to Engineering, please respond =/\= he had to know if everything was still going the way it was supposed to.

The response came back after a long pause. =/\= Black here.. are we clear? Is everyone alright up there? =/\= There was very little background noise on her comm channel, much less than usual.

=/\= We're home Lieutenant, can you give me a situation report? =/\= Caelen responded, calm and friendly, hoping it would rub off on the rest of his crew.

=/\= We're dead in the water, sir. Engines offline, and frankly, I don't know if we have the parts to bring them back up. We burnt out most of our redundant lines with that shield recharge, and we've run out of spares. At least we still have life support. =/\= Though she sounded tired and concerned, she couldn't help her own quirky sense of humor. =/\=Any chance we can call for a 'tugboat'?=/\=

Caelen looked at his wife "Communications still online?" Jennifer responded with a simple nod. =/\= Must be our lucky day, Lieutenant, Communications are still operational... We will try to contact ourselves a... what did you call it?=/\=

=/\= Tugboat, sir. It's a nautical term, I guess. A boat used to tow larger ships safely to shore. Oh, and I hope everyone likes rations, because the replicator system is shot. And we've run out of bulbs, so keep your flashlights handy. We're working by lamp light down here. =/\= Kitty had an amazing ability of sounding more cheerful the worse off things were.

Kristiana remained silent, working through charts and reports, assigning critical damage control teams, to the most damaged area's, transferring personel out of endangered segments of the ship ..

=/\= Very well, in the meanwhile try and repair as many systems as possible... just in case =/\= The prospect of eating rations wasn't all that appealing to him but he should lead by example =/\= keep up the good work Lieutenant, LaBrie out =/\= he closed the channel to engineering and looked at Kris "How close is the nearest ship?" he asked, hoping she would say ten minutes.

"Thirtytwo hours away sir. The Lantree, a Miranda class." She spoke, not looking up from her console. "They're already en route."

Caelen gave a nod and then turned to Jennifer "Hail them" he ordered before walking closer to the screen, hoping to see a friendly face appear any moment now. The screen flickered a bit before coming to life, showing an Andorian officer with the rank of Captain standing in the centre of the bridge.

"This is Captain Snorak of the Lantree. How may we be of assistance ?" the andorian replied.

"Are you a sight for sore eyes" Caelen responded first before folding his arms behind his back "this is the USS Pegasus, NCC 49885, as you may... or may not... be able to detect my ship has seen better days..." he sighed a bit "...we're afloat and requesting escort to the nearest Starbase"

Snorak smiled. "We're already en route, maximum warp. Thirtyone hours, forty minutes till rendezvous. Will you be able to hold out until then ?" Kristiana glanced up from her console and nodded. She was confident that, even with the ship in it's current state, that wouldn't be a problem.

"Unless we are dead center in the middle of Borg territory... we can hold out" Caelen stated with a confident nod "However I do urge you to hurry... last reports indicate that we lost replicators..." he smirked a bit "...and I hate rations"

"I feel your pain, Captain." Snorak replied. "We're doing the best we can, but this old girl isn't the fastest in the fleet. But it Is the closest. Just hang in there, and we'll be there before you know it."

"Understood, Pegasus out" Caelen motioned to Jennifer to cut the channel. He then walked back a bit to his chair, looking at Kris "You better get some rest Commander..." he said to her, knowing that if she was half as weary as him she was about to fall over "...that goes for all of you" he then added in a louder voice, making sure the entire bridge crew was able to hear him clearly.

"Negative, Sir." She spoke, as she rose from her chair, rolling her shoulders a bit, and turned to face Caelen with a look of intent in her eyes. "I'm off to sickbay first. It's not like I could sleep anyways, if I don't go .."

"It's your free time Commander, not mine..." Caelen placed a hand on her shoulder "...he'll survive... I just know... we have the best Doctor in whole of Starfleet" off course any CO would say that of his own CMO but that didn't matter. He turned around and sat in his chair "You're all Dismissed! Everybody out" he ordered to the rest of the staff "I'll keep an eye on the bridge..." he placed his arms on the armrests of his chair and tried to relax a bit. They were home... finally Home.

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Ok, this post marks the beginning of our next mission, Trojan Horse !

Cmdr. Caelen LaBrie Commanding Officer USS Pegasus "Home is Where the Heart is..."

Lt. Kathleen Black Chief Engineer USS Pegasus

Lt cmdr Kristiana Petrova Executive Officer USS Pegasus "Too tired for a sigquote"

Captain Snorak Commanding Officer USS Lantree (NPC'd by Kristiana)

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Trojan Horse #1 - 3 "Homecoming" <<< Previous Log ] [ Log Index ] [ Next Log >>> <On> <Main Bridge, Deck one, USS Pegasus> Caelen almost crashed back into his seat, breathing heavily "Remind me not to do that again" he said putting his phaser back into his belt. He then looked at Kris "Sitrep?" "We're back in our own space, Sir." Kristiana sounded quiet. "Shields down, ship heavily damaged, hull-breaches on decks 7 and 8. Weapons damaged, warpdrive offline. Getting reports of casualties on multiple decks. Damage control teams are doing what they can." Petrova spoke in an uncharacteristically quiet and subdued voice. Something was obviously bugging her. Caelen rubbed his forehead, this was bad news indeed. He noticed how Kris was speaking so softly "Anything else I should know Commander?" he asked, in a friendly yet urging voice, he wanted her to know that if there was Anything wrong on his vessel he Needed to know. She sighed softly, speaking in a quiet voice. "The Pegasus F tried to send us something before we went into the wormhole, but the signal ended too quickly for us to act on it .. Sulan and Ryylar are back .. Ryylar's .. heavily injured." she spoke, defeatedly. "But still alive..." Caelen made sure she understood that she had lost nothing "...the ship is still intact only minor casualties..." he sighed a bit, now that they were back in friendly territory it was time to move on, beyond that Mirror disaster. "...you did a great job Commander, I couldn't have done it any better myself" he finally added, giving a friendly pat on her shoulder before standing up and walking to the Communications console, looking into the eyes of his wife. He then turned away and hit his combadge =/\= Commander LaBrie to Engineering, please respond =/\= he had to know if everything was still going the way it was supposed to. The response came back after a long pause. =/\= Black here.. are we clear? Is everyone alright up there? =/\= There was very little background noise on her comm channel, much less than usual. =/\= We're home Lieutenant, can you give me a situation report? =/\= Caelen responded, calm and friendly, hoping it would rub off on the rest of his crew. =/\= We're dead in the water, sir. Engines offline, and frankly, I don't know if we have the parts to bring them back up. We burnt out most of our redundant lines with that shield recharge, and we've run out of spares. At least we still have life support. =/\= Though she sounded tired and concerned, she couldn't help her own quirky sense of humor. =/\=Any chance we can call for a 'tugboat'?=/\= Caelen looked at his wife "Communications still online?" Jennifer responded with a simple nod. =/\= Must be our lucky day, Lieutenant, Communications are still operational... We will try to contact ourselves a... what did you call it?=/\= =/\= Tugboat, sir. It's a nautical term, I guess. A boat used to tow larger ships safely to shore. Oh, and I hope everyone likes rations, because the replicator system is shot. And we've run out of bulbs, so keep your flashlights handy. We're working by lamp light down here. =/\= Kitty had an amazing ability of sounding more cheerful the worse off things were. Kristiana remained silent, working through charts and reports, assigning critical damage control teams, to the most damaged area's, transferring personel out of endangered segments of the ship .. =/\= Very well, in the meanwhile try and repair as many systems as possible... just in case =/\= The prospect of eating rations wasn't all that appealing to him but he should lead by example =/\= keep up the good work Lieutenant, LaBrie out =/\= he closed the channel to engineering and looked at Kris "How close is the nearest ship?" he asked, hoping she would say ten minutes. "Thirtytwo hours away sir. The Lantree, a Miranda class." She spoke, not looking up from her console. "They're already en route." Caelen gave a nod and then turned to Jennifer "Hail them" he ordered before walking closer to the screen, hoping to see a friendly face appear any moment now. The screen flickered a bit before coming to life, showing an Andorian officer with the rank of Captain standing in the centre of the bridge. "This is Captain Snorak of the Lantree. How may we be of assistance ?" the andorian replied. "Are you a sight for sore eyes" Caelen responded first before folding his arms behind his back "this is the USS Pegasus, NCC 49885, as you may... or may not... be able to detect my ship has seen better days..." he sighed a bit "...we're afloat and requesting escort to the nearest Starbase" Snorak smiled. "We're already en route, maximum warp. Thirtyone hours, forty minutes till rendezvous. Will you be able to hold out until then ?" Kristiana glanced up from her console and nodded. She was confident that, even with the ship in it's current state, that wouldn't be a problem. "Unless we are dead center in the middle of Borg territory... we can hold out" Caelen stated with a confident nod "However I do urge you to hurry... last reports indicate that we lost replicators..." he smirked a bit "...and I hate rations" "I feel your pain, Captain." Snorak replied. "We're doing the best we can, but this old girl isn't the fastest in the fleet. But it Is the closest. Just hang in there, and we'll be there before you know it." "Understood, Pegasus out" Caelen motioned to Jennifer to cut the channel. He then walked back a bit to his chair, looking at Kris "You better get some rest Commander..." he said to her, knowing that if she was half as weary as him she was about to fall over "...that goes for all of you" he then added in a louder voice, making sure the entire bridge crew was able to hear him clearly. "Negative, Sir." She spoke, as she rose from her chair, rolling her shoulders a bit, and turned to face Caelen with a look of intent in her eyes. "I'm off to sickbay first. It's not like I could sleep anyways, if I don't go .." "It's your free time Commander, not mine..." Caelen placed a hand on her shoulder "...he'll survive... I just know... we have the best Doctor in whole of Starfleet" off course any CO would say that of his own CMO but that didn't matter. He turned around and sat in his chair "You're all Dismissed! Everybody out" he ordered to the rest of the staff "I'll keep an eye on the bridge..." he placed his arms on the armrests of his chair and tried to relax a bit. They were home... finally Home. <Off> Ok, this post marks the beginning of our next mission, Trojan Horse ! Cmdr. Caelen LaBrie Commanding Officer USS Pegasus "Home is Where the Heart is..." Lt. 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