Back on Board

Posted on Sat Feb 8th, 2014 @ 6:36pm by Commodore Samantha York & Ensign Maria Delgado & 1st Lieutenant Kara Melo & Lieutenant Eamon Lynx & Commander Hans Munich & Lieutenant Ilse Frost & Lieutenant JG Anastasia Morrow & Captain Cameron Bourne & Ensign Mandy Lane & Warrant Officer Sterling Kamala IV & 1st Lieutenant Leroy Mangalia & Gaia

1,266 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Tabula Rasa
Location: Calypso

ON

Once Samantha and the others in the security compound beamed back to the Calypso, they began the painstaking process of linking the planet's computers to the Calypso so they could restore everyone's memories as they beamed them back on board.

Eamon materialised and he could sense his memories flooding back, but something was a little off. He found himself not as enthralled by the desire for adrenaline he remembered he enjoyed from conflict and being a protector.

He began fondly recalling his memories about tinkering with devices, mostly weapons, but the 'tinkering' he now desired more. He'd have to express this to the Commodore sooner rather then later.

The Inaran made his way off the platform and into the corridor, he could feel the individuals around him; the sense of happiness was contagious. He was glad to be back to himself again even with a slight shift in focus.

He headed to his quarters to sort out a few plants he had growing. Eamon prayed they were still alive.

As some of the younger members of the crew were transported back to the ship, they found themselves remembering everything they had forgotten. Some sat stunned on the transporter pad, others walked out like zombies. Luckily there were members of Medical there to help. When someone seemed alright, they left them alone. Others they rushed over to help as soon as they did something odd.

Anastasia awoke on the transporter, shaking her head. Fred had not survived the transport. She felt... woozy. A little bit sick. She quickly checked the transporter logs, to find out what had happened to the potted plant.

Incoming Signal; Successful transfer of U.S.S. Calypso crew members, Unsuccessful transfer of misc. Fauna(Radiation Interference) The computer noted.

Anastasia frowned. "Radiation?" She pondered, aloud. She stumbled her way in the general direction of the bridge.

Sterling felt like an ancient Terran computer that had been rebooted. He had all of his memories back now, that was the good news. The bad news was he had ALL his memories back even the ones he had buried before. He had a feeling that he'd be seeing the counselor soon, but for now he just wanted some rest.

Munich had been working on the Transporters from the surface to get a skeleton OPS crew back on board and those that would be running the hip. The degregation of the surface transporter had made it a bit of a gambit. He stayed on the surface ntil the three OPS technicians he 'recovered' quickly were in control of the ship's transporters before he felt safe beaming up himself.

Once aboard he could have gone to change uniform but instead he chose to run a check of the transporters; the sudden increase of transports would put a minor strain on things; nothing should go wrong but he felt better monitoring the system until all were aboard.

SO it might be a long day for him.

Mandy was very disoriented when she found herself back on the ship. Still, she was glad to remember who she was again. She was a bit shaky on her feet, as to be expected, but she made her way to sickbay.

Down on the planet, Cam held Kara's hand for a moment before giving her a comforting smile. Just as the transporter started to dematerialise him, he let go of Kara's hand and let it take him. The moment he arrived on the Calypso's transporter pad, Cam opened his eyes looked around and smiled. He remembered everything and knew where we was instantly, "well, thank god that's over" he said stepping down from the pad before turning around to wait for Kara.

Kara wasn't sure what to expect back on the ship, so she was a bit hesitant. She wanted her memories back, but she didn't want to lose Cam in the process.

She closed her eyes and held her breath as she felt the transporter take hold.

Kara opened her eyes and let her breath out on a long sigh, relieved that she was whole again. When she saw Cam she grinned and hugged him tightly.

Wincing in pain as Kara's arms pushed against his cracked ribbs, Cam Returned the hug, "welcome back Kara" he said, happily remembering her, "I knew we had a special connection"

Kara saw his wince and stepped back. "Sorry." She gave him a quick kiss instead. "Me, too. Come on, let's get you fixed up and then I'll buy you a drink to celebrate."

Cam smiled, "Best nurse maid ever" he said, remembering what he'd said on the planet. Slinging an arm around Kara's neck, Cam tried not to put too much of his wait by onto her as it was mainly his torso that had taken the damage.

Lizzie figured it was better to ask forgiveness than ask permission, so she didn't ask if it was okay to bring her monkey back with her. Fortunately, no one protested and when she stepped off the transporter pad she went straight to the arboretum. The plants needed attention and her monkey needed to explore his new home.

[Bridge]

Anastasia had been arguing with the tactical console, trying to jerry-rig a link with the targeting sensors to the planet's systems.

She had been digging through tactical protocols before she looked straight up, and stared at the Command chair.

Then she looked down.

At her rather torn, ratty, bath-robe.

"Right. Uh, don't touch this console. It's doing a thing." She left the console, for the turbolift.

Sam walked onto the bridge and stopped a few steps off the turbolift. She'd been so busy working in other parts of the ship making sure her crew got back aboard that she hadn't been on the bridge proper. It felt good to be back.

She took her seat and noticed a waiting message. "Computer, play message."

#Space#

-^-USS Calypso, USS Calypso. Please Respond when you receive. USS Calypso, This is your new Wing Pilot, Please respond.-^- Leo sat there, looking around, unable to find anything with his eyes or the sensors. -^-Really people, if someone's playing a joke, I am not amused.-^- It seemed as though he were muttering, unawares that the comms were still on. -^-Go into deep space they said, it'll be fun they said, it'll be fun. I'll tell you whats- hey is this thing still on?-^- The lline cut suddenly.

#USS Calypso#

"Computer, open a channel," Sam said.

"This is the USS Calypso."

#Space#

Finally getting a message back, Leroy smiled and turned on his com. -^-USS Calypso, its good to hear from you. I thought they had sent me to the wrong place. What are your present coordinates so I can dock?-^-

"Sending now. We'll keep a lookout for you." Sam pulled up the coordinates and sent them to the pilot. The voice was familiar. She needed to have a look at the pilot's file. It sounded like a ghost was returning to the Calypso.

"Commander Vance, you have the bridge. I'll be in my ready room." Sam needed to do some research on this new pilot befor he arrived. She always did like a good puzzle.

OFF

Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer

Lieutenant Eamon Lynx
Chief Engineer

Lieutenant JG Anastasia Morrow
Chief Security Officer

Warrant Officer Sterling Kamala IV
Security Investigations

Lieutenant Hans Munich
Chief Operations Officer

Ensign Mandy Lane
Medic

1st Lieutenant Cameron Bourne
Marine CO

Staff Sergeant Kara Melo
Alpha Platoon Leader

Master Sergeant Leroy Mangalia
Squadron Leader

 

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