Temporal Staff Meeting

Posted on Sun Mar 29th, 2015 @ 2:30am by Captain Enalia Telvan & Commander Angelica Fairchild & Commander Sinek & Lieutenant Richard Lockheart & Lieutenant Ventarus Nosplet & Lieutenant K’a’mirh’un Tenm & Lieutenant Dylan Santiago & Lieutenant JG Airi Saxa & Lieutenant Commander Aelyn Radt

Mission: Temporal Kickback
Location: Conference Room
Timeline: 1 Hour after 'Temporal Suction'

Enalia had been in the conference room for several minutes now, sorting through about 20 PaDDs of sensor data collected during their trek through the temporal anomaly. Rather than her customary cup of tea, she had a mug of coffee next to her as well as a carafe with even more. Checking the time, she hoped the senior staff would be filing in shortly.

Angelica yawned as she entered the conference room, still trying to comb tangles out of her hair with her fingers. She'd already been asleep in her bed when the call for the briefing came through, and for several minutes she'd contemplated either ignoring it or showing up in her pajamas. That fantasy hadn't lasted long, and she'd gotten her uniform back on... but she'd neglected her hair, and immediately upon entering the room she felt ridiculously self-conscious. Checking her pocket, she found a hair elastic and pulled her hair into a ponytail, hiding most of its tangled imperfection as she sat down in an empty chair at the table.

"Morning," Enalia muttered, pausing her search through PaDDs for a moment to sip at her coffee. "Did you sleep at all?"

"You have an odd definition of the word 'morning'," Angelica grumbled at Enalia, wondering just what was going on that was so important it warranted dragging the senior staff out of bed. "I got maybe an hour. Maybe." If she was going to be honest about it, it was sheer luck that she'd even woken up to the call. She'd crashed pretty hard.

"That's an hour more than I got. I hope you know about Garth of Izar and the deployment of the Ares class of ship. That battle is going to take place in six hours." Enalia didn't even look up from her PaDDs at Angel's grumpiness.

"Don't play pranks on me right after waking me up." Angelica briefly inspected Enalia's coffee carafe then thought better of drinking it on an empty stomach. "And just in case you're serious, I know a little."

"Good," Enalia said. "And no pranks. A temporal vagina sucked us back to the year 2244. We're currently hiding in the Cygnus system asteroid belt and Operation Pegasus is right outside our hangar bay, preparing for combat."

"Uh huh..." Either Angelica wasn't quite awake or Enalia wasn't making sense. Or perhaps both. "Well. Even you couldn't make up a story like that."

"I wish I was," Enalia grumped as she tossed a PaDD down the table towards Angel with the tactical data on their current situation.

"Great. Time travel and a crazy man." Angelica rolled her eyes, skimming over the PaDD. "You realize our weaponry is way too advanced for this period, right? If we get involved, people are going to notice that. That and the whole thing about being a rather unusual ship..."

"Yeah, the Hera isn't exactly a common design in this era..." Enalia said, sipping at her coffee again. "Maybe there's a way we could invert our ship wide holo-emitter system and use it to disguise the ship itself..."

"Whoa. Too technical." Angelica held her hands up, shaking her head. "Wait for the engineering types... I don't understand that stuff."

"Morning..." Dylan stepped inside the conference room, looking bleary eyed as he took a seat at the table.

Aelyn followed Dylan in just seconds later, looking a bit rough around the edges. "I'm not 'baby sitting' that girl again," she said quite bluntly as she took her seat to the right of Enalia. Nexi had apparently disappeared right after the away mission for reasons known only to Enalia and Angel, and someone had to look after Aewia in Nexi's absence. After the ship got jostled about, Aewia got clingy and Aelyn almost couldn't make it out of her quarters to attend the meeting. "If Nexi wants to run around doing who knows what, that's her business, but she can't just dump her responsibilities on other people without making arrangements!"

Finally glancing up from her mountain of PaDDs, Enalia made the best cute pouting face she could. "Aww, but you two are so cute together." Looking back down at the array before her, she was all business again. "Besides, she likes you and her telepathic abilities are coming back. That means Nexi needs to flush a lot of stuff from her mind in some Betazoid-Vulcan mind purging nonsense. I'd take care of her, but my spots aren't as nice to cuddle."

"Why would she-" Aelyn started, then shook her head. "You know what, I don't wanna know. But next time she goes running off to do whatever requires mental purging, she needs to make arrangements for Aewia's care," the half-Caitian insisted, settling back in her chair with a huff, taking one of the PaDD's and glossing it over. "So, what caused the commotion earlier?"

"Some temporal bullshit. Find us a way home and I'll babysit Aewia for you." Enalia replied back.

"It's way too early in the day to be dealing with temporal bullshit..." Aelyn grumbled, taking a spare mug next to Enalia's carafe of coffee and pouring some of the aromatic brew for herself.

Enalia scoffed at the too early comment. "Too bad - the Borg had different plans. Now we get to watch Garth of Izar kick some ass." Finished with one of the PaDDs, she tossed it down the table. "That's the sensor data on the Borg Probe before it vaporized itself."

"Vaporized... itself?" That was downright weird, and Angelica's expression was one of pure befuddlement. As if the time travel insanity wasn't enough to deal with.

"Mmhmm," Sipping at her coffee a moment, Enalia held up another PaDD and tossed it down the table as well. "It seems that rather than letting us disable it, they decided a core breach was preferable."

"Borg." Angelica rolled her eyes then rested her head on her hands, wishing this was all a bad dream that she was going to wake up from later.

The flight controller calmly entered the room, dressed in her uniform pants, boots, and a black ribbed t-shirt with her combadge and pips on it. Her uniform jacket was slung over her shoulder, obviously a casualty of not having enough time to get here. Taking her seat, she listened to what went on..

Lieutenant Cameron Tenm entered the conference room a moment later and found the CO and First Officer already situated and discussing their recent situation. He was still having a difficult time accepting what he was hearing from the science officers -- that somehow, the Hera had been translated from one universe into another. At least Tallara was here. "Ma'am," he said, his voice a little detached.

Glancing up from her mountain of PaDDs, Enalia decided there were enough people here for this. "Anyone else shows up, they'll have to be back-briefed. Computer, start recording. Ship's log, type meeting. Stardate... two two four four point one, relative." Chirping merrily, the computer started the requested recording.

Time... Time was of the essence and they had precious little of it, even being thrown back in time 145 years. "The way I see it, we have 3 objectives. One, make sure there's no Borg influence left in the area. Two, find a way home. Three, try our damnedest to not fuck up our own history."

"For number one, sensors aren't detecting anything of Borg origin larger than a peanut. I think it's safe to say we're safe on that count, but let's keep our eyes open none the less." Holding up a collection of 3 PaDDs and waving them in the air a moment, Enalia continued. "As for number two, we have one of the best deflector arrays Starfleet has ever built and our sensor platforms are unparalleled even by modern standards. If we can't produce something a Borg probe pulled out of it's ass, something's wrong."

"As for number three... Vigilance... I want around the clock monitoring by tactical, science, and intel officers on the sensor feeds. We're sitting in a good position right now so unless we fuck up, no one should see us. There isn't even a mining team that'll be out in this part of the asteroid field for over thirty years." Enalia picked up the carafe and poured the last of it into her mug.

"And four..." Shaking the now empty carafe, Enalia set it back down on the tray of mugs. "We're out of coffee."

Sitting back in his chair, Dylan tried to get his head around what he was hearing. Time travel? Them? Seriously? Despite the mind bending nature of the news, his mind was already going to who he was going to assign to help him with the round the clock shifts for his department.

Ven came wandering in, completely oblivious that he was late. He had an arm load of parts with him and he immediately dumped on the table and took a seat. When Ven's typical disheveled looks made him stick out around the polished star fleet group, today it was his extreamly awake and with it look that set him apart.

With out a nod or hello Ven plopped himself in his seat and started humming to himself quietly as he started attaching parts together right there at the table.

Angelica wasn't paying much attention to what Ven was doing until it caught her attention that he was putting something together. Curious, she sat up a little straighter to watch him.

Soon after, Richard walked in with a large mug of coffee in his hand, with an annoyed look on his face. Sitting down in his seat, he raised an eyebrow and asked "What's new, Commander?"

As the man she didn't know walked in, Airi got up, quietly striding over to the replicator. "Computer, repeat last order of Commander Talvan, make that two please." With a beep, two mugs of carafe coffee materialized, and she placed one down in front of the commander before resuming her usual seat. The antics of Ven did not go un-noticed either. Our operations guy is a morning person. Great. she thought.

Lieutenant Commander Sinek looked his crisp self as he walked in. He had an hour of rest and felt ready to do whatever task needed to be done. His logic had shown him that he was more a part of this crew. He believed he had found a home.

Sinek took a seat, relaxed and straight. He had just come from the Science section of the ship perusing the sensor readings before and after the event the Commander had already been reporting to the Senior Staff. His team was prepared to work around the clock to come up with a solution to their dilemma.

Pushing a large stack of PaDDs over and scattering them down the table, Enalia wasn't happy that so many of her senior staff were both late, and so awake after she had briefed those that were here on time and barely awake. "There's the data on our situation. The next time any of you are late, you'll all be assigned 48 consecutive hours of manually scrubbing plasma injectors."

"With a toothbrush," Angelica added, annoyed that they all appeared to have actually slept. Ven's forming contraption no longer held her attention; she was dead tired and wanted to go back to bed. "Since you're all so well-rested, you can start your mission preparations as soon as the meeting's over." She knew it was likely that everyone would be doing their mission preparations, but the threat of working when no one else was always seemed to keep officers on their toes.

"Wow everyone's so chirpy this morning." Dylan muttered under his breath as he took his PADD and began to read it.

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant Santiago, did you say something?" Angelica wasn't normally the type to call someone out on the carpet, but comments like that during staff meetings just weren't necessary.

"Oh I said, uh, everyone's got a lot to do this morning." Dylan replied with a sheepish grin on his face.

Ven glanced around the table as he took the PaDD. Everyone was so snippy. He glanced at the day and time on the PaDD and his eyes bugged out. "Whoa! I have not slept in four days!" He said, shocked.

"I haven't had more than an hour a night since the last mission ended a week ago." Enalia snipped back. "And as much as I want to know what toys you brought to the table, right now I'm more interested in being able to recreate that temporal anomaly. Can we do it or should we look for that asshole doughnut of forever thing?"

Ven wilted at the Captain's snap and sagged in his chair. His hands fell to his lap and his eyes followed. "I don't know anything about temporal anomaly's" he muttered under his breath.

"Take it easy, Nosplet. She's just mad her ship is lost." Watching Ven practically melt in his chair, Angelica almost felt sorry for him. He was only being his dorky self, forgetting to sleep and not coming to meetings on time because he found some toy to play with. For now she was staying out of the 'this is how little sleep I get' game, but she didn't think she'd ever slept more than three hours straight since they'd launched. The past week with all its crises meant more interruptions, and she'd lost track of how many times some panicked voice had called her from sleep to handle something.

"That's it exactly. Take things with a grain of salt." Enalia said, tossing another PaDD down the table, this one sliding off the end onto the floor. "Take a look at the sensor logs of that Borg probe and tell me if our deflector systems can reproduce that. If not, we'll have to make our way to..." Picking up another PaDD, she glanced at a star chart. "...Bepi 113 and slingshot around that sun and hope we get home rather than nosedive into it."

Ven picked up the PaDD and glanced over the readings. "Oh this will be super simple. Get me this probe and I'll have us home before the weeks over." He said with a shrug and tossed the PaDD back on the table.

"The probe vaporized itself." Enalia chirped back in mock cheeriness. "Anything else that's atomic dust that you'd like?"

Ven melted again, this was clearly not going to be his meeting. "No ma'am..."

Airi hadn't had much to contribute. Especially since she was well rested. She was listening. Reading how the cards were by the way each one held their eyes. Angelica needed to lighten up, since she was seemingly radiating tension. Probably from lack of sleep and competent help. Heh, lucky her, being flight control. None of this was voiced, a mere nod at the Commander's words to not be late again.

"Comparisons of sleep counts and snark aside." came her voice after Enalia's sarcasm, directed to her. "Since everyone on the ship is gonna be busy with this temporal timey wimey thing, how about I take my stealth fighter out and observe the battle? State of the art sensor and stealth systems, and I can handle myself if anything does come after me. That way we get historical fun times, and a lookout just in case anything nasty appears." She could think of quite a few cases where a lookout would have been useful..

"That's the first really helpful thing I've heard." Enalia flipped through a few more PaDDs before tossing one towards Airi. "There's the records of the battle. Don't change the timeline and be careful. And remember that stealth isn't cloak. I'd get with Nexi and coordinate with her just in case you need backup."

"I can... try to modify our weapon output to match this time period," Angel offered, rubbing her eyes. It took far longer to string the thought together than she would have liked, and she wasn't even sure she could actually follow through on the offer. "I'll need some help though. Maybe Crewman Takethen? That's one of her specialties, isn't it?"

Enalia nodded thoughtfully. "Power systems specialist. During the refit she was integral in helping me get the pod working again. The entire EPS system had been blown out. In fact, I'd say that if anyone could help you get our phasers blue, it's her."

"Great. I'll talk to her." Angelica hoped that Amelia had gotten some sleep or this project would be going nowhere fast.

"As the Captain stated," came Sinek's even reply, "It is important that we do not change the space-time continuum. If we distort even a minute in this time period, the butterfly effect could be disastrous to our time. The Federation could even cease to exist, especially if the Borg or any of our enemies steal the stealth technology.

"It would not be logical for us to participate in the battle given the possibilities that we could distort this continuum."

"Sinek... even if we avoid this battle, there may come a situation that requires us to fight. We should be ready for that possibility as well." Angelica thought that Sinek had a pretty valid point, but they still had to be prepared with a convincing disguise, just in case.

The Vulcan raised a brow. Angelica had impressed him with her thoughts and action in her dealings with the Deltan, Sela. She had seemed to be very logical for the most part in her thinking. He had not seen much of her emotional side as yet.

"Indeed," he replied. "May I suggest that we stay on the peripheral?"

"That might work..." Angelica thought about it for a moment and nodded. Tactically, it made sense for them to be involved as little as possible. There was less chance for blowing their cover.

Sinek knew of the previous starship called the Hera, Captained by Captain Silva La Forge. It had mysteriously disappeared. Sinek's mind was trying to calculate the possibilities of its disappearance happening the same way as the present Hera's disappearance in it's own time. Of course, it could not have gone backward in time, but perhaps it had gone forward in time.

"Captain, have you considered the possibility of the previous Hera's disappearance may perhaps be due to the same type of anomaly?" the Vulcan asked. "Some have attributed it to chaotic space, but no one has truly solved that disappearance."

"Since we didn't know about the Borg, nor did they know about us, I would rule that out. It's an interesting theory though. The original Hera was a type 1 Nebula class so she wouldn't have had the resources to go through a temporal anomaly like that unscathed. Our Hera is a Type 3 Bonchune series based directly off the Galaxy class." Enalia said, distracted by yet another PaDD but looking up with a hint of a smile at the Vulcan for a moment. "In fact, this ship is the Bonchune technically. When I took command she was renamed for the prior Hera."

Sinek noticed the smile and wondered what was behind it. Those of other species smiled for many reasons. It could be a happy smile, a sneaky smile, a smile that meant a person had one upped the other or it could mean something struck the person as funny. The Vulcan didn't know how to interpret the smile.

So he said what Vulcan's said when they had nothing more to add: "Indeed," which when said with no inflection as the Vulcan's tended to do, could mean anything: "I understand," "I agree," ""It is logical," "You know it," etc.

"Interesting theory, all the same." Angel tried valiantly to suppress the following yawn, eventually succeeding but finding her eyes watered as a result. Hate when that happens. Disguising the motion as simply rubbing her eyes, she wiped them clear again and shook her head slightly, trying to wake up a bit more. "Captain, if you don't mind I'd like to get those weapons simulations and changes started."

Enalia glanced up from her PaDDs for a moment. "Yeah, if no one has anything else you're all dismissed."

"I'll be coming by within the hour to check everyone's progress," Aelyn said as she rose from her chair. "And feel free to voice any concerns or ideas regarding our situation. This is a tricky one and we'll need everyone working together to get us out of it. So let's get to it."

As officers began to exit the conference room, Sinek picked up a PaDD and began looking. Addressing the Commander, he asked, "Commander Telvan, do we know if the probe may have picked up on the Hera's presence?"

"Honestly, until we fell into the temporal anomaly I have no idea." Enalia said, not even glancing up. "I can't even find much in the sensor logs that would tell us how it created the anomaly in the first place. Not my specialty though so that's really no surprise."

"Perhaps he and I can look over the logs to try to find something," Aelyn suggested, looking to Sinek to see if he agreed. "Temporal science can be finicky at best, an extra set of eyes couldn't hurt."

Sinek nodded in agreement, "As you wish, Lieutenant Commander."

"I'm going to go find Nexi. And study this padd." Airi waved, having been dismissed, and she walked out of the conference room. Presumably to either find Nexi or prep her fighter.

Sinek departed the conference room. He desired to get a head start on reviewing the logs.