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Stardate 10705.05 Almost as instantly as the young marine captain disappeared into the circle of light, he had reappeared...this time inside the very guarded fortress of the Breen weapons depot. As a precautionary measure to make sure that he wasn't in some contorted or distorted condition, he checked all of his extremities to make sure that they were in the right place. "Mental note to self: send message to starfleed r&d and tell them their little thing worked," Duncan thought to himself. Almost as he finished making the subtle mental note, he heard a very small explosion outside of the compound coming from where he had beamed in from. "Great...amend that mental note to state, worked great until the thing blew up creating a scene..." Duncan chuckled as he looked for a quiet place to hide out for a while. He had noticed a small outcropping of buildings inside the fortress that looked to be somewhat deserted, so he quietly made his way across the open courtyard. Being an expert in covert operations though really didn't help what happened next. About halfway through the courtyard, mCapt. Duncan was spotted by Breen sensors...as clearly being non Breen. Before he knew it, he was surrounded by 5 Breen security guards with one spouting commands to drop my weapons. "Great...can this day get any worse?" (To be continued)

Stardate 10506.05 mCapt. Jacob Duncan slowly cut his way through the dense forest that covered the majority of AR-558. His mission was quite simple. Infilitrate the weapons depot that now resided amongst the burned out ruins of a Dominion communications relay station. The area had been taken over by a highly violatile offshoot of the Breen and according to intelligence, they are in the process of building a superweapon based off of trilithium. The reports were sketchy at best mainly due to the fact that the last person to infiltrate the base was executed by the Breen and sent back in 12 boxes to Starfleet Command on Earth. It was a clear warning that the Breen now controlled AR-558 and there would be no interruption of their work. Duncan finally made it after an exhausting 3 miles from the beam-in site. He managed to guide the Marine shuttle that was on loan from SF Marine HQ to be in orbit away from the planetary sensor satellite. He looked up at the obstacles that were now in his way. Directly in front of him, there was a 12 foot high fence that was protected on both sides by a forcefield. The forcefield was set to a point where it vaporized the rocks that Duncan had thrown at it to test its strength. "Great," Duncan muttered to himself. He pulled a small device from a pocket in his battle armor which was in the shape of a small egg. The device was something new that Starfleet Research had been working on and was looking for a way to test. The device was basically a tiny transporter...powerful enough for one person to transport once. Starfleet Research seemed to be keen on one way trips lately. Duncan sat the device down on the ground and hit his comm badge which transmitted the security code to activate the device. At once, the device emitted a circle of dull light radiating approximately one foot around the device itself. He reached for his tricorder and tapped in the coordinates to beam himself inside the fence and past the two forcefields. With the coordinates in place, Duncan stepped into the circle of light and within seconds vanished. --- mCapt. Jacob Duncan Acting Marine Commander 355th Marine Battallion USS Arcadia, NCC-1742-E

Marine Captain Jacob Duncan sat with his head clutched between his knees on the floor of his office. The images from Axaia kept coming back into his mind...those along with the world inside his coma. A rage began to consume him and his thoughts as it had before while they were aboard the derelict ship on Axaia. It had seemed that minutes had passed while in reality several hours had passed while he was on the floor. He had never felt this way before and had nowhere to go. The only thing that kept coming back into his head was the constant red of rage and a feeling of power...a power that courses through your veins as you hold the life of another in your hand. This power corrupts your psyche to the point you have no way to feel what's right and what's wrong. He couldn't go on like this. He wanted all of this to go away and yet, he felt powerless to make it go away. mCapt. Duncan was aware that he would be needed for an away mission in the Kandaru sector in a mere matter of hours. However, before he was going on any missions, he was going to have a conversation with the captain and the counselor first.

Still in the Nothingness Stardate 10410.15 mCapt. Jacob Duncan had just watched the doctor vanish before his eyes. He sat down quietly and put his head between his knees. A moment of nausea had come over him as the impending decision to leave this place where ultimately he could have anything he wanted or go back to what some would consider the right world was beginning to rip him apart. He wasn't sure really what to do at this point, nor was he able to really clearly think about what was going on. He couldn't help but think about the others that was with him on that Axaian ship. He kept asking himself what were they going through...were they feeling the same thing? Duncan was ready to give in and allow himself to be consumed. Become one with this dimension...this plane...this reality and never touch the real world again. Somehow tho, his sense of honor and dignity begin fighting back. He knew that he wouldn't be able to look at himself again if he ran out on the battallion. As much as Quest had needed to take time off, people looked to him to make decisions and to move the troops. He looked up at this place that had become his world for what seemed like months and finally gave out a tired...broken...beaten reply. "I'm ready." As he uttered those words, he felt his heart basically being ripped out of his chest...his veins pulsing and coursing as the mere symbolence of life was once again returning in his body. He was blinded by a bright light, more brilliant than 1000 of Earth's suns. His body twisted and lurched as if it was thrown down a hole and it was merely a bag of skin and suddenly he felt it stop...hard. He had returned. He weakly attempted to open his eyes to see that an unnamed nurse was standing over him and she began to frantically call for the doctor to come quickly. "mCapt. Duncan is conscious," the nurse screamed.

Stardate 10410.06 Nowhere In Particular The pain was subsiding in his chest, but the emptiness and the feeling of being completely lost were returning like a speeding locomotive on a collision course with a stalled passenger car. As his vision cleared, mCapt. Jacob Duncan could see that the white had been changed again to a field...soft grass beneath him and a sweet smell in the air. The problem with this was that there was no blue sky to go along with it, nor was there any other sound to tell you that you were some place safe. Everything that he held dear to him as a marine was slowing draining away. He didn't want to leave this reality because he felt that he had a way that he could control it somehow. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he felt godlike. The power to make the feelings that have ultimately overcome him go away...and turn them into something so destructive and powerful that they could not even be contained. The nagging question is why the sudden pain in his chest. Where was that coming from or who was causing that to happen? If he could play God to anything he wanted, why would he even desire going back to the Arc? What was there that was drawing him back? Then the answer came to him like a vision. There was still unfinished business. The confrontation with Mr. Jaruq was playing on the filmscreen of the mind in fast forward and that somehow...someway, Jaruq was tied to this. Over him, as this was going on, he knew that if Jaruq and Duncan couldn't work out their differences, that it would be the death of them both...or did the ship on Axaia somehow inadvertently tie them together more than they could physically, emotionally, or psychologically understand? In the world of the real, monitors and screens in the fleet's most advanced onboard ICU bleeped as mCapt. Jacob Duncan quietly took in another assisted breath. The coma that he was under had not changed and doesn't quite look like it is going to subside soon. Somewhere, in the unconscious mind laid a bright and sharp military mind. Unfortunately, for everyone, there was no way to tap what may be there.

Hey folks, Please no cameras as I post here :P. Anyway, I've done an email sim before as well (*has a suspicion that fred and he at one time were on the same email sim*). While they are great, unless you have a talented group of writers who can piece together a very LARGE plotline, they become pointless pretty quickly. I love getting to write, but for me right now, that's not something I would be interested in. There's a new dynamic of simming that falls into place with an email sim and unless you've been exposed to it before, it does require a very large learning curve.

Personal Log, Somewhere Between Reality and Unconsciousness mCapt. Jacob Duncan collapsed as he entered sickbay. His body could only take so much more of the punishment before it would begin shutting itself down. Every fiber of his being felt overloaded...and still feels overloaded. He could only think it had something to do with the experience with the ship at Axaia, but he wasn't sure and he really had no way to find out. As the voices of the doctors attending to him began to fade away into the distance, he was suddenly surrounded by a white plane. As he could tell, the plane went on for miles. There was no other colors...no doors, no way out. Just white. As he began to walk, he could feel nothing...he could see that there was nowhere to really go and no place he could run. He attempted to scream...but no one heard his cries for help. For one of the first times in his life, he felt truly alone and scared. In his present condition, especially after the ship incident, he felt at peace, but he knew that unless he could fix what was wrong with himself within himself, that this white nothingness would become his home. mCapt. Jacob Duncan 355th Marine Battallion USS Arcadia, NCC-1742-E

Stardate 10408.19 On the planet Axia Coalition Space The quiet Marine Captain calmed his nerves while he allowed his rage level to build. Since our team found this nice ship, it was time to find out exactly what it could do. They have flown it from the forest to over the city...and now it was time to clear the road for our companions and crew mates. As he thought, the rage filled his head...a red haze began to cloud his vision. This was unlike anything he had ever seen or felt before. Was the craft starting to affect him on a more subconscious level? It was all he could do to maintain his focus on exactly what needed to be done. He could the craft pulsate in his thoughts as it began to rise from behind the hill. As the craft ascended into the pristine, crystal blue sky, the only thing he could see was red. He is completely oblivious to his surroundings. He can hear the craft scream in his senses as he begins to give in completely to the control of the craft. He feels his mind leaving his physical form as he relinquishes control. The craft begins rising just as the old earth television series Airwolf would rise out of the cave. The craft began to turn towards the firefight and mCaptain Jacob Duncan was getting close to his physical breaking point. mCapt. Jacob Duncan Executive Officer 355th Marine Battalion USS Arcadia, NCC-1742-E