Arch Angel

Joint Log: Ranger(Angel) & Trank(Pneuma) Trank keep an eye on the strangers while I finish here::as he was removing the probes from Darion the barkeep,as well as giving him an order to keep his ears and eyes open for information they may deem ...useful..::. Trank nodded,and grinned as he observed Darion rose slowly,and exited the room,smiling slightly...and skulking away. Trank waited for Darion to leave them before he spoke to Ranger...::looking at him,"well I am impressed",that was quite the interrogation "..Trank proceeded to the bar,layed some GPL down for the barkeep,whenever he returns,and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from behind the bar...::looking at Ranger:: Care for a drink? Ranger looked back..sure go ahead ,and pour me a double,I will be right back,Ranger turned and headed for the strangers seated at a table,he politely greeted them,new to these parts I see.,well please do not be concerned,just a small security problem,::looking the strangers over..intently::,Oh by the way, we are looking for a few dangerous criminals so please make yourselves at home,and enjoy the bars hospitality...however I am afraid you must remain here for your own safety for now,you will be allowed to leave as soon as we capture the culprits...I will advise you accordingly.,Ranger turned and headed back to the bar,and Trank. Trank had been pouring whiskey while Ranger gave his speech...sliding the double he poured to Ranger as he took a seat at the bar..he quitely began to query..Well do we interrogate them to?,if anything it would add a little more action,and spice to the evenings entertainment. Ranger::taking his drink,and sipping it slowly::..Not right now,I am sure one of them is our rabbit,casually looking at the strangers,one has what appears to be a recent head wound,probably from my shot at him at the port..and from the looks of the tissue,they have an excellent medical person with them,probably a doctor, at any rate I think they are just snooping around to see what they can find out,or possibly a weak spot in our defenses..I do know though our ferringi barkeep here does have and uses listening devices throughout the place ,make sure they are turned on,tuned in,it may lead us to the rest of them,there not going anywhere right now. Trank downed his drink of whiskey,then casually moved behind the bar...looking he came upon a small unlocked panel that appeared to contain some kind of recording devise...flipping the switches the devise sprang to life::looking at Ranger:: there you go..that should do the trick,securing the panel,locking it with a security lock...he proceeded back to his seat and poured himself another drink. Ranger grinning ,removed the power supply from the music box,hands it off to Trank...and that will keep the background noise and interference out of the recordings..::downs his whiskey::,now my friend,let us leave for awhile,post a squadron of guards within eyesight of the bar,just out of the way,and two at each exit,let's let them talk among themselves,it may prove to be an interesting conversation,besides the search teams should be closing in on the others by now. Trank talked into his comm.link with the port,and security teams..relaying the orders to each,finishing the order with "I want a team setup at both the front,and back entrance to the bar..no one comes in,or leaves without authorization from me or Ranger...::turning:: I agree we should leave now. Ranger headed for the front door..::turning and facing the strangers::,We have to go ...for now,your safety as visitors here is of upmost importance ,please do not attempt to leave this place,we will return shortly..by the way..I understand Rabbit stew is the specialty of the house today,please make yourselves at home::turning proceeds out of the bar with Trank,the door closes..and locks behind them....End Log.

personal log : Angelis,John,A.,Lt.Jg. Hard dock achieved...Angel listened as the pressure in the docking port equalized,and the hatch locking mechanism cycled. An ens.from security piped him in,welcome aboard sir,and welcome home...he smiled, a huge smile...It is good to be back home ens....grabbing my duffel bag,and gear I headed to my quarters,entering i smelled the air of the room,the sweet odor of sage,and sweet grass still permeated the room. Well might as well check communicaes,check in with Zafira and report back for duty,check out my new confederate fighter,and settle back in::smiling::,I know zafira will want to see this...::pulling a nicely scrolled degree from star fighter command school from his attache case...well it was better than just waiting for the next ship available to rendezvous with the Reaent:;thinking back:: I remember the last encounter we had,this ship looked like swiss cheese...my last image of her was when she moved to safety,my systems were down,only minimal life support,angel #1 had taken a pummeling...but she gave as good as she got. I remember Schawnsee reaching out ....and then gone,next thing I was grappled by the recovery team as they searched for survivors....heard the good news of the Reaent surviving the battle,and enroute to an undisclosed base for repairs,that was good news,now maybe he might not worry so much about his little one,I had viewed the kia/mia list and was grateful she did not appear on that list....there were too many there as it was. Upon my return to Earth,and subsequent debriefing,I was given the opportunity to either be assigned to another wing,on another ship,or when available be transported to the Reaent...of course choosing the latter,then I was informed it may be some time,and was offered extended shore leave...I declined the offer in favor of attending a fighter command course,well i appeared to have the time,and represented the wing quite well if i say so myself...graduating in the top five of our cycle. Well it will look good in a frame next to my picture of the WWII P-51 D Mustang already on the wall...::checking his messages::..angel suddenly felt a shiver go up and down his spine..as he read the encrypted message from Schawnsee....and validated by the command personnel....No this cannot be..::slamming his fist hard on the table::..She knows better than this,it is not our way,not for her,I have sworn a blood oath to her grand father,and family...reading on as she explained her desires..she must return,if for nothing else so I may have the pleasure of wringing her little neck...this news does not bode well,not at all...End Log::

Joint log: Angel(Ranger) & Pneuma(Trank Key) {Which hole did the rabbit go into} Ranger tapped his comm.link+Team#1+Keep heading the rabbit our way,there is a blind draw between us,..I repeat do not engage the rabbit,merely keep the subject heading this direction. Trank Key was busy setting up the portable sensor array..all the while mumbling to himself how much he had rather be else where:;he turned and spoke to ranger queering how long do you think it will be before our rabbit makes it's way to us?? Studying the portable sensor padd ..he looked up and grinned at trank...just a few minutes,sensors show the rabbit is progressing at a hurried pace...the grunts are doing their job well,now set up abt 25 meters down the pass...allow the rabbit to pass you,then we will close the trap. Trank glanced,and smiling wryly,I hear ya...grabbing the portable array,moved to the 25 meters mark and begins setting up,...carefully camouflaging the equipment as well as himself...::tapped the comm link to Ranger::..You know I have been meaning to ask you by the way,where,or how did you get that name....did your mother not like you?? a bit taken back ..he answered the question to trank...well when you spend a large portion of your life as one,the name kinda sticks,as well as no individual,or company has my family name...in case there may be...well nevermind,moveout,secure your cover,and advise me when the rabbit passes your position...and enters the bend in the draw. Trank listened intently to the response from his superior....and taking the hint secured himself in a deep cover to conceal himself..::drawing his customized phaser rifle and set the pattern to wide dispersal pattern in the event things started to go bad...and sat perfectly still ,monitoring the sensors...waiting. In the interim ranger had moved to cover in a well covered brush area just clear of the bend in the blind draw..his thoughts*this is too easy...our rabbit is a cagey one* While watching and waiting,Tranks thoughts were coming rapidly...*here little rabbit,rabbit,rabbit*..::becoming a bit antsy,part of him wanting to get rid of this problem,and part of him ,just simply wanting to get this over with:;..*just a few more months and I will be able to get off this god forsaken hunk of rock...just a little longer. * I do not know,or can rationally understand whom put that HA in command...not for his smarts for sure::chuckling to himself::*you would think after the first time he was shot in the bar,he would have learned his lesson... Ranger was steeling himself....comon,comon little rabbit,you have to be near....I can smell and taste you. Trank stayed as still as a rock,as he watched the rabbit pass..when he was out of ear shot he keyed his comm..."Ranger"..contact,the rabbit has passed and is entering the bend...permission to engage. Ranger keyed his comm."Negative"...just follow up the rear,make sure our rabbit does not double back,we have sheer cliffs on both sides...we have him,just make sure he doesn't come back towards you,and escape...we have the subject..::moves to a good vantage point,aligns his cross hairs to the area of the bend...sets for a stun shot...::suddenly he observes what appears to be a subtle glow in the bend:: + Trank+move in on the bend....now. Trank ::gets down from his position and rapidly moves tailing the rabbit,pursuing as quitely as a mouse...over the logs and brush ...bringing his phase rifle up and sets to be able to draw a bead on the subject when afforded the shot *No where to run..No where to hide little rabbit* Ranger...at a hurried pace rounded the bend in the draw ..to only find Trank lined up in his sights...fives the weapons down signal+Trank+ set your sensors to a wide band sweep of this area our subject must have had a portable,or was transported out of here in all probability by some companions,and that means a ship,contact the port and have them do an intense energy surge sensor sweep in this area,and extend the sweep to the city...I think that is where our little rabbit has gone to...do it now. Trank quickly reconfigured the array to begin a sweep...then tapped his comm::..Trank to port security ...reset your sensors,and perform an energy surge sweep from our coordinates to the city...link to my array,I need that sweep ...now. Trank is as good as they come on the electronic survelliance systems...moments later a new overlay appeared on his scan imager..:;looking at Ranger::We may have our rabbit..sensor data coming in. Ranger::rubbing his chin:: That is yet to be seen..we should have nailed that intruder..no way out,unless there were others involved...companions..so much the better,now we may be able to catch more than one rabbit::grinning:: Ranger tapped his comm.::Ranger to port security,+send our transport to our present coordinates,and make ready to do a thourough sweep of the city,including cancell any and all flights out of the port,or city...that means everyone,it appears our rabbit has entered a hole to hide in...we need to smoke them out. Trank listening to the comm>,waited then addressed Ranger..Sir..I beleive we need to high tail it out of here,I do not desire to be around here when things start going boom...personally I thinkwe should grill that no good for nothing bartender now and see just what he knows. Ranger::smiling:: oh ...dont worry transport is on the way..you and I will take care of interrogation of that barkeep...you just may learn a bit more on interrogation techniques. Well sir i may just teach you a few things or two..Trank responded,...if there were a school of that nature..I would pass with flying colors,of those I have encountered in the past ..well they ended up in diapers for awhile. Ranger pondered the words of the young guard..for a moment,:;turning :: Well Trank,first ,have you eaten anything yet...if so you may lose it,second there is no school here..I am the school,third...when finished....i assure you there will be no reason for "diapers" as you say...:: a stare as cold as the grave ::I will get my answers..:;winks::..we shall see...comon kid,our transport has arrived...::enters the tx with Trank in tow....::End Log::..

Rangers observation.....: I am interested and intrigued by the sudden appearance of a infiltrator into our secured area of operation,more notably this individual exhibits a rare quality in my line of work...for the most part attempting to remain stealthy,and were it not for the various sensors/detectors he/she may have remained so. Along with the sensor grids,as well as my own predilection for looking for the unseen,has led to the individuals presence being discovered...guard forces were dispatched,a mistake if I may say so,this much vaunted group of security personnel scattered,and appear to shoot at anything they perceive to be moving,or a threat.....I had fired upon this intruder,and apparently missed,that in itself reveals quite a bit,we are not dealing with an amateur here,..he/she moves in a determined manner,not staying revealed for too long,you are a killable target that way. be that as it may ...we shall pursue this individual the best we may,however I find myself regretting this to a degree,for I know to whom it will fall to interrogate this individual...I would prefer to meet him/her and compare our professional abilities in a different arena of engagement.,we shall see... :D

So many questions...so little time,or is it so many mortars so little time..just a few things that make you think Hmmmm.. :)

Observer#1: Boy he's gonna have more than a headace and hangover problem when he wakes up::snarkels:: Observer#2 ::chuckling:: Yes indeed...they used indelible markers... :)

Just pleased it is kitty listings...as opposed to littering... :)

Hmmmm...Hammer + delivering a Huff stroke of the hammer = RIP Kitty.... :)

http://www.safetycenter.navy.mil/photo/ima...0/photo74_1.jpg Thats right big boy you caught me in the catnip again...however has it occured to you that indeed you did overreact a bit...just wait until i get into your corn meal.... :)

As stated so eliquently before...TOS of course:: Snarkles:: :)

You still cannot beat the classics no matter the new fancy wrappings just have to have the drumstick fix... :)

My recently new rebuild resulted in a rename from "Ranger" to "After burner"... :)

HAPPY,HAPPY,JOY,JOY...BIRTHDAY COMMANDER..and on a positive note,MANY,MANY MORE. ATTENTION:Partiyng Commander on deck...and well deserved I may add. First rounds on me in the officers lounge ...Sir,.. B)

Bosom buddies,and life long friends...Awww

ok..how about shrunken heads .... B)

The Reaent and crew are attempting to recover from the last attack from the Raptors during which a torpedo even breached the bridge and thankfully kept going through and not detonating there. I had just managed to roll under the helm console before the bridge literally seemed to explode,V'Roy and myself clambered out from under the mass after the assault had ended to find both CO and Xo out of commission. With the temporary commander on the bridge we are trying to pick up the pieces and find out just how damaged we are,apparently from the reports coming in we are as a whole in pretty bad shape,force fields are in place and seem to be holding..for now. It is unclear where adversaries are at this moment,last info was there were three of those Raptors joining the fray ...like sharks in a feeding frenzy. I had been foolish,my thoughts clouded with the immediate concerns when it hit me like a ton of gpl,the attacking ships were automated,their very name recalled long gone memories at the advanced fighter tactical school so long past. As part of that training we studied numerous star craft from different races,the Raptor had been used in a brief and apparently unsuccessful encounter with the federation in the early years by the Romulan star empire..the original encounter was with the NX class . I immediately got with our ops Mr.Pneuma,while that was going on I related the info to my fellow pilot V'Roy when our flight group leader Zafira made it to the bridge,I related my hunch to he as well..It had taken some time,however Pneuma managed to retrieve the data I had requested..or at least part of it,as was the case. There it was data of the last known encounter with the Raptor,it was controlled remotely from Romulus by an enhanced system using a telepath,or someone with latent psych talents apparently the signal had been boosted to cross certain distances and control the ship. There was one detail that almost at once drew my attention,the vessel had as part of the ships system,emitters imbedded into the hull thus allowing it to visually change the original configuration,not unlike the present day holographic imaging systems in our holo decks,that may explain the appearance of an old NX class ship out here in the middle of nowhere. There was more,it was loaded to the brim with offensive/defensive systems since it had no crew there was no need for supporting any life..a true killing machine pure and simple,it as well explains the lack of comm between us,and the non hesitating attack on the Reaent. It is my thought it may be controlled from that planet we recently left from,that might explain the remote control in my theory,we are way to far from the borders of the star empire, and even further from Roulus for them to be controlled from there. At any rate I think we may have a way and means to turn the tide of battle to our favor,at least give the Gracious lady the chance to survive. The bridge is a swarm of techs.,medical personnel,the rest of us are going over the details of this theory ..each adding constructive input,however it will require the use of a crewman with the psych talent to participate,Pneuma seems to believe that with the help of an engineer ,and medical,we may be enabled to construct a similar device to override the remote transmissions from whom ever is controlling them at this time..I agree,of course should my primary pick of V'Roy as a candidate be unrealistic...there are two more I am aware of on the ship that do have those latent abilities. All we can do now is work together in unison towards a common objective,that being the very survival of this Grand ship,and the crew that faithfully serves her. I can only hope and pray this theory of mine works,I have reflected on our past exploits and the losses we have taken..at times it can boggle the mind. I do not desire to be a dark blemish on the record of this ship and valiant crew,so many before us and who knows how many more will be lost. I must stop the negative thoughts and reflections and get back to the more urgent issues at hand. Well little one here we go again I find my thoughts of her coming to mind while going over the data on Pneumas screen,looking around at the shattered remnants of a once sleek and clean in bristol fashion bridge.....: Computer End Log:...Beep !

Happy Birth Day(s) to STSF Precip,Col.Harper,and last but not least Mr.Murray... :angry: ::Hands out the cake,tea,and scones...and party favors::

Think chocholate seven layer cake... :angry:

Happy belated "B"-Day River... :angry:

Agreed...just dont let your imigination suffer,keep it within the realm of the sim and you wil do fine heck everyone has their faults,relax,and have fun...afterall isnt that what we are here for??

And so it begins again,our fighter group were waiting for the Reaents crew to clear and make repairs to the fighter deck to enable us to land,take on fuel,and rearm the fighters when it appeared back on our long range scans,that hellish ship had been able to track and follow us afterall. I listened to the flash comm between the Reaent and our group leader,listened as the order to intercept and cover the Reaent as she moved away to a possible point of saftey..I listened as my ol'buddy put his two cents in to Zafira,yes we were near fuel depletion,and armaments being exhausted I full well understand,however I am as certain the crew of the Reaent has done all within their collective abilities to make a way for us,just not enough time. I broke comm.and talked to my friend,and in an attempt to lighten the mood gave a few words of encouragement,even though we all know the possible outcome of this action we are in..hey you don't want to live forever any way,I think that may have helped cut the tension a bit,I was still receiving reports of the pilots in Bravo when the order was given to engage the Raptor,and to fire at will. Seconds turn to hours,minutes turn to days in space/aerial combat we have made run after run,I watched as one of Alphas slammed into that ships shields and literally was scattered to the solar winds..well we are all doing rather poorly right now with few options left,the Reaent has taken more hits,and we as a group have all but gotten to the point of throwing spitballs at it. We have received some goos news the Raptors shields seem to be weakening and that means we must keep pouring it on,giving it no break..I have an idea that may just work...no time to banter it in discussion with Zaf,or V'Roy..::flipping the switch on the onboard computer system mgmt.:: Computer ...what is the output of a matter anti-matter overload coupled with remaining phaser bank overload and what effect would it possibly have on the Raptor,at close proximity,and detonate just prior to impact with their protective shields::..I can hope that I have enough time to eject/jettison the pilots cockpit prior to impact,gonna be close,only thirty minutes of flight suit lifesupport to boot...Computer End Log::...beep.

chili definitely,especially the Risan Legal Lip Remover... :rolleyes:

And now will the ambassador with the bad hair,and really big ears step forward...please :rolleyes:

Computer begin recording:...beep...: I have finished my sweep of the Reaent and directed Bravo squadron to assume a defensive position around the ship and coordinate with Alpha squadron and maintain powered down status in hope we can hold out until the bays are cleared of the debris,and structural repairs to the bay so we may land and reprovison as well as submit our flight recorders to possibly find a way to find out what,why,that Raptor appeared and began an unwarranted attack on the ship,no warning,no communication,just a cowardly attack at best,I must admit it was a masterful tactical approach,the commander of that beast must truly understand the value of surprise attack in war...no quarter given,and asking for none,however apparently he has overlooked one minor,and possibly severe task he and his crew had allowed to occur,he allowed us to survive,and that may yet prove to be his undoing,even in nature a wounded animal is at it's most dangerous potential to be an enabled and vicious combatant,fully capable of returning an assault and bringing death or harm to the hunter. Computer...reduce fuel consumption by 25%,reduce life support power demands to lowest possible settings...::he watched as the computer automatically complied,watching the console bar graphs as they left the green band and entered the lowest spectrum point on the yellow band graph,any lower will equate to being slowly frozen...and suffocation,pressing the center stick forward a bit,engaging the aft thrusters Angel #1 moved astern of the Reaent to a position that was 180 degrees relative to their exit point from warp...applying gentle back pressure to the stick gave a momentary bow thrust in effect stopping forward momentum bringing the Confederate fighter to full stop...::. Looking around the cockpit and through the transparent canopy at the various systems as they worked in unison to maintain a stable environment for the pilot,the computers as they sent data back and forth nano second to nano second...the engines as they were at full power down idle,enabling just the right amount of power to the necessary systems to maintain the crucial balance ...literally between life and death,he could not help but have a small grin appear ...remembering the look on V'Roys face the day he changed the standard unisex computer voice in the cockpit with a definitively female one,and sultry at that,I do prefer that voice to the standard one. Remembering..yes,thinking of his little one on the Reaent,I had tried to visually scan and spot her as I made my hull scans outside of the forcefields...noting as I passed watching as the various crew from all depts.were making their way deck to deck,I know looking for our injured ,or lost crewmen,making repairs as they went by the engineering staff, I am in hopes,and in prayer she survived..we have not really been afforded the opportunity to get together regularly since her transfer to us,I remember her smile,her little chuckle and her impish,and impatient nature as well...my thoughts have been reaching out for her,I need to know she is ok for now at least. The commander had relayed to Flt. Ops. our present situation,I know the crew is doing all that is within their capabilities to make a way for us to come back home,all the while working to save life and limb and throwing in just for good measure attempting to save the Reaent as well,a daunting task to be sure on all levels..::looking at the life support status bar::..well lets see,approx.30 mins.left on main support,and 30 mins.on emer.suit life support,if I lower the power output by 25% more,well guess it is going to get a bit cool in here...manually reducing the power output by the desired amount,temp.overriding the computers default settings..there that should do it,at least for a little while. Looking at the various constellations surrounding both he and the Reaent...if the current situation were not so grave I could spend hours out here appreciating what the creator has provided for our viewing pleasure,the creator,the ancient ones...indeed my and my little ones have passed on to generations of the way things are...cosmically speaking of course in the overall larger picture of things,they relate it ,and our lives being woven together as a grand and splendorous picture,or tapestry if you will,I remember in our youth on Earth,Schawnsee and I were close,very close..like a big brother and little one,or sister..both of our parents,grand parents were part of the council,we did have many hours and days spent in our joint teachings by both sets of family...ahhh the days we spent out in the mountainous areas,as well as the plains,walking through fields of gold,the color of the sweet grass when it has matured,looking akin to wheat...watching as the wind blew it to and fro,watching the clouds as they moved,sometimes forming shapes in the sky above us..at times we were looking for the herbs the old ones sent us for. I have advised Bravo squadron to reset their individual systems manually,to support their individual requirements as well as conserve as much power as possible,I have taken this position at the stern in case that monstrosity of a ship appears out of warp.::feels a chill:: To what end that may prove worthy,well after careful review of my status,and that of this fighter,the best I can hope for is a warning to the Reaent,and the group,possibly squeeze off a few phaser rounds before it devours me,perhaps that may be enough.::shaking head: It must be the early indications of minor hypoxia,I cannot think like that,the crew on the ship will make a way for us to come home,there we can reload armament,fuel,oxygen,and possibly find a way between the ships data,and the close up and personal fighter sensor data we have to find a way to at least render that thing harmless,or kill it for once and all I hope our group leader Zafira,and my friend V'Roy are faring as good,or even better than I am,not much comm.going on right now,to conserve power,well I can still reflect on the past,and hope for the future...but for now..I think I will remember,and dream of the days past as we walked through fields of Gold...Computer End Log..Beep...!

Pilots Log: Angelis,John,A.,Lt.Jg. Following the fighter group,A&B squadrons on a hasty retreat from their encounter with a Romulan ship that had suddenly decloaked and began an attack on the Reaent,the ship was a size and type he had only heard rumors of through the grapevine in various discussions among other fighter groups that had the opportunity to meet one in battle,this ship was an absolute physical manifestation of a nightmarish monster..complete with fangs,and horrid claws lashing out as if to devour all it contacted. I still do not understand completely the rapid sequence of events that have transpired,here I was in the pilots lounge with Zafira,DA,and our fellow pilots having a drink..."Wham",the next thing we all knew was being rocked,and alerted to scramble the fighters,making it to the fighter bay we all clambered into our respective units,and for a lack of a better word took to space like a nest of angered hornets whose nest had been whacked by a stick,a big stick..Zafira was in the lead as group lead,DA with Alpha formed up,I formed up with Bravo squadron,we then implemented a group split,taking offensive positions to begin an attack run,I took part of bravo and proceeded to put us between the Reaent and the vessel and formed a defensive wedge when in position we began our assault. The pummeling the Reaent was taking was a devastating sight to behold,even while the combined forces of the squadrons were throwing all we had at that cursed thing,like a huge juggernaut it kept pressing on,another torpedo entered the neck of the ship,tearing a gaping wound as if the vessel were going for the jugular vein going for the kill,then another hit,then another...the damage looked massive from my position in the cockpit as I and the group turned into the Romulan beast,why didn't the Reaents Shields hold,the screens should have held,it was apparent not all was right with the ship,all we could do was attempt to intercept,possibly divert their attention while the captain and crew of the Reaent could move out of harms way,I can only imagine the damage,and loss in our crew casualties. I had only two torpedos left in my fighter inventory,and was on my final run when I received the recall and rally order to regroup with the ship,bravo was instructed to finish their runs,and to follow the order,I had an idea...make a run directly at what appeared as the bridge of that behemoth,deliver my ordnance,possibly give us a few precious seconds to gain an exit,well as expected there appeared to be minimal,if any damage to the ship,I can only hope it blinded that thing just long enough,perhaps rattled their sensors for a moment...I pulled up hard,and punched it,climbing out and away to the coordinates I had gotten from our group leader,and the Reaent,contacted Zafira,and DA, flying now with full aft scans going,...I swear we will have our day of reckoning,that ship...bloody thy art,and bloody will be thy end.,Computer End Log:...beep.