Season Two Premier: Once Forth They Come (Part 2)

[Andy Buchanan]

0742
Byblos-class cruiser Lentac
Delian Alpha Site

Andy grinned at Astra and ran his fingers through his hair again. "No point in worrying whose fault it was. Let me get it silenced for you."

Without another word, the engineer got himself literally up to the eyeballs in cables. It took him a little under a minute to reduce the volume of the alarm to virtual silence and another minute or so to shut it up completely. He twisted a couple of wires back together again and emerged.

"Not a booby trap as such," he said. "It was the alien equivalent of lighting up a little sign that said 'please do not play around with these wires again."

His radio fizzled into life and he responded, turning away and speaking quietly into it. When he turned back, his eyes were filled with delight, so much so that he looked like nothing so much as an overgrown schoolboy.

"Life support is up and running. We're nearly there. I knew those guys could pull this job together."

Not a hint of the fact that he himself had been awake for hours running on sheer determination. Not a mention of the fact that he'd gone without rest for well into the thirty six hour mark now. He reserved praise for the team. It was his way. "I guess I'd better head back to main engineering and finish off those last little jobs..."

Already he'd drifted off into his distracted little world of a thousand 'little jobs' to get done. He glanced at Honey and Astra, giving the latter another shy smile.

"Try not to play with any more wires if you don't mind, ladies, I'm not sure my eardrums could take another pounding like that. Is there anything else you need me to take a look at whilst I'm here with my manly roll of tools?"

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[Vanessa Collins]

0742
Byblos-class cruiser Lentac
Delian Alpha Site

Vanessa walked down the hallway a bit more further, with some caution, the look of the hallways was alone giving her the creeps. She looked for anything that could tell her where she was.

Doing a bit more looking around, she noted a door sign that read Mes hall. A smile curved her lips, "I think I'm standing near what I assume to be a mess hall. I might be wrong." She gave herself a shrug. At the moment she just wonder who's bright idea it was to send her to Delta Site. "I'll wait here. And don't laugh that I'm in need of a rescue."

Will was never going let her live this down. But she could imagine a smirk spreading across his face. She wasn't even sure what Joe's reaction was going to be.

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[Robert "Jackal" Walker]

0742
BC-303B Icarus
Bridge

Walker grinned and responded, "Granted you old scalawag ... base is still alive with me gone so long?" At Troy's response, Robert frowned and replied, "That doesn't sound too comforting ... looks like we'll be getting the chance to use some of these new upgrades after all." The Marine Colonel was referring to a number of Asgard technologies tacked onto the battle cruiser as a sort of reward to thank the crew for their valiant assistance in the Ida galaxy.

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[Cara Coyle]

0745
Byblos-class cruiser Lentac
Delian Alpha Site

Cara turned her mind in overdrive as she saw that Andy had the situation under control. Things had gotten a little out of control. She had lost track on who was doing what, what was done and what still needed to be done.

"Can I have your attention please, this is Dr. Coyle." she said as she turned on her radio to broadcast to the whole ship, "I want a prompt status report. I want to know what has been done and what still needs doing. We're on the clock, and we have people out there depending on us to get this ship working. Lets not let anyone down, I know we can do this."

Surly enough, her people started to report to her one by one on what they have done. Heading to the bridge, with her tablet in hand, she checked off the things she didn't have to worry about any longer.

[Will O'Malley]

0746
Byblos-class cruiser Lentac
Delian Alpha Site

"I think I'm standing near what I assume to be a mess hall. I might be wrong." Collins replied, "I'll wait here. And don't laugh that I'm in need of a rescue."

"Fine, I'll only laugh hysterically when my radio isn't broadcasting," he replied with a grin, enjoying giving her a hard time, "I'm on my way."

"Can I have your attention please, this is Dr. Coyle." Cara's accent called into his ear, "I want a prompt status report. I want to know what has been done and what still needs doing. We're on the clock, and we have people out there depending on us to get this ship working. Lets not let anyone down, I know we can do this."

The Major smirked, "O'Malley's status..." he paused as he rounded a corner, Vanessa waiting for him just as she said she would be, "Doctor Collins has been found, and now we're gonna run around and shrink everyone's heads. O'Malley-out."

The CMO continued his grin as he approached the local psychiatrist, "You, Doctor, have a terrible sense of direction," he teased, "Where shall we start?"

The Major rose a brow, with honest curiosity. He was used to treating flesh, not emotional wounds. He was just there for drugs and backup...and company probably. Mostly since he really didn't have anything better to do.

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[Vanessa Collins]

0746
Byblos-class cruiser Lentac
Delian Alpha Site

Collins huffed and looked at Will with mock wounded expression, “Yes, thank you. I’m well aware of that,” she replied in a same tone as Will, “My sons never usually let me live it down if I make a wrong turn back on earth, but they would have field day with this situation if they ever heard about it. And you can use your office after this mission to have a good laugh.” She left him the invitation open to so, as long as she wasn’t around for listening to it.

Walking back the way Will had come from, Collins pondered for a moment, “I think we shall check on Andy and Chris form your team and see how they are fairing, then check on rest. Say take 10 to 15 minutes with each of them depending how well they are going. I don’t think Colonel Loveridge would appreciate me pulling anyone from their tasks. I’ll pull anyone if I have to.” Allowing them sometime to breathe and think clearly was her main priority. She would make sure that they took some breaks in between.

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[Troy Loveridge]

0742
BC-303B Icarus
Alpha Site Orbit


"Granted you old scalawag," Robert replied. "Base is still alive with me gone so long?" Troy shook his head, and proceeded to fill his friend in on their current situation, the Olympian fleet bearing down on the base, and the long road it would take to get the Lentac into the fight. At the moment, they were sadly losing their race against the clock. "All in all," Troy said, summing everything up. "Just another day at the office."

"That doesn't sound too comforting," Robert replied. "Looks like we'll be getting the chance to use some of these new upgrades after all." Taking a quick look around th bridge again, Troy admitted he noticed a few changes to the ship; Asgard styles consoles could be seen scattered around the place, and down the back, two of the small gray aliens were in deep conversation with a trio of bridge techs.

"Funny you should say that, working on a little renovations project down on the surface that I think you're crew could help me with, right up their alley. I like what you've done with the place..."


0838
Byblos-class cruiser Lentac
Delta Site Orbit

Off the left flank of the battle, a hyperspace window opened, and two ships dropped out. One was the freshly upgraded Icarus, her sister ship, the now operational Lentac. For the past three quarters of an hour, the entire crew of the Icarus, along with her Asgard engineers, had worked side-by-side with the original Lentac crew, and had gotten the ship combat ready. A few minor subsystems were still down, but nothing too vital...

On the bridge Troy stood, wondering why Olympian commanders stood while on duty, and wishing he had a comfy commander chair like Robert did aboard the Icarus. Ahead of them, their holographic view screen showed the raging battle between the forces of the Delta Site, and their vastly superior Olympian enemy. Even with these two new ships joining the battle, things weren't looking too good.

"Action stations, action stations," Troy called to the crew. "Here we go..."

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OOC: Sorry for jumping, but we need to get into battle there's still plenty of work to do around the ship, so continue as you were, and back RP if you feel the need

[Cara Coyle]

0838
Byblos-class cruiser Lentac
Delta Site Orbit

Cara felt a little special having her own little station on the bridge. She felt better to be at a main computer where she could do most of her work, monitoring the systems and whatnot. It was a perk of being a boss. Even if the Colonel had a problem with her being there, she could certainly talk her way into stay, not that there would be a problem. Never in a million years, when she started out for this career, that she would be in such a position where no one could really tell her what to do, so early on. She had imagined that it would be years before she had gain such a respect for it to happen.

"We're still working out the kinks Colonel, but we are essentially good to go. It'll be a right surprise when they see one of their own attacking them." Cara reported to Troy with a bit of glee in her eyes. "Nothing like a good battle that says 'Welcome Back' eh?

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[Andy Buchanan]

0839
Byblos-class cruiser Lentac
Delta Site Orbit
Engineering

Given the success his team had had with getting the engines online and working, Andy, still sleep deprived, had been stationed down in the engineering area. He'd gone through the barrier of tiredness and come out the other side slightly hyperactive and alert. He knew he'd pay the price for it at some point when he hit the wall, but right now, he could have taken the entire sublight engine console apart and rebuilt it. With only a drinking straw as a tool.

Whilst keeping a careful eye on the monitoring of the sublight engines, he was also busying himself with 'tinkering' with the minor system faults that still needed fixing.

And one or two more major faults.

Chewing his lip uncertainly, Andy contacted the bridge.

"Colonel Loveridge, this is Sergeant Buchanan. We're on full monitoring down here. I need to let you know that I can't be one hundred percent certain that guidance systems on the weapons array are fully operational. If you fire anything, you'd best have one hell of a sharp shooter up there."

A pause, radio static.

"Sir."

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[Chris Hatfield]

0839
Byblos-class cruiser Lentac
Delta Site Orbit
Bridge

Chris wasn't sure of where else to be so he took up the empty spot at the sensor station, and as soon as they dropped out of hyperspeace he began scanning the enemy vessels looking for weak points in the shields and hulls. Someplace where a close hit could do a great amount of damage. Yet a part of him wished they would just transport him over to the ships, he now felt a burning urge that he felt only a few times before. Revenge. A dish best served cold. He said quoting the old proverb. He couldn't help himself, he felt the compulsion to return the death sentence they passed on him at Bactra. As he looked over the various schematics for the enemy ships, he contemplated on where to first disable the weapons systems at. He stared at the diagrams for a few brief moments that felt more like several months. But at first blush nothing was standing out.

It was as he was looking over the third ship that he experienced a flashback to Bactra, more vivid than any of the other flashbaks he experienced, save the mission to Olympus. He vividly remembering the shock and suprise that flashed through his mind a the enemy's round connected with him. He squinted his eyes as his mind somehow relived the pain, re-experiencing it in lifelike detail. This pain gave him a second round of strength and awareness to search for weaknesses and bring the Olympian battallion to its knees and save his fellow expedition members, his extended family, and somewhere inside it all find justifiable revenge. He remained silent as he poured himself over the display console, searching every nook and cranny the schematics had for weak points. He had absolutely no intention of losing, especially not without giving them a run for their money, and a fight they won't soon be forgetting.

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[Troy Loveridge]

0839
Byblos-class cruiser Lentac
Delta Site Orbit
Bridge

Under full power, the Lentac circled around an outlying moon, and set her sights on the approaching Olympian Battle Group. The combined efforts of Commander Garcia's strike team and the Iliad must have paid off, as the fleet appeared to be hanging back, well out of range of the Delta Site. It didn't appear that any troop carriers had been launched yet, and they were still chocked up with ship-to-ship fighting.

Troy turned to Cara, who was monitoring the Lentac's status. "We're still working out the kinks Colonel, but we are essentially good to go. It'll be a right surprise when they see one of their own attacking them. Nothing like a good battle that says 'Welcome Back' eh?" Troy chuckled and smiled. "You're damn right there Doctor."

Beside him, the intercom crackled to life. "Colonel Loveridge, this is Sergeant Buchanan. We're on full monitoring down here. I need to let you know that I can't be one hundred percent certain that guidance systems on the weapons array are fully operational. If you fire anything, you'd best have one hell of a sharp shooter up there."

"Copy that Sergeant, keep working on it," Troy replied. This could complicate matters; with the Iliad in close to the fleet, the Icarus moving into weapons range, and the strike team aboard unknown enemy vessels, they'd have to carefully place their shots, not just sit on the side lines and pound the enemy with fire, hoping for a good hit. They were going to have to get right into the heat of the battle.

Things are about to get interesting...

< Continued in Olympian Battle Group >