Mission 12: "When It Rains..."

[Chaya Sar]

Chaya sat down on the console, the realization of not being able to return hitting her hard.

"You know, it's strange, all I wanted to be growing up on Naboo was a merchant, to own my own ship and ply the space-lanes. Then it was discovered I was force-sensitive and was shipped to Coruscant for training in the way of the Jedi. I was on my way back to Naboo for a well deserved holiday and suddenly I am catapulted to another galaxy, with no way of getting back. I mean it is possible to jump back to the my galaxy, but there would be nothing for the Navigation Computer to lock onto. It would be shear luck that I would be able to get back, this really is unprecedented, for all I know, the Blue Harvest could return as easily as it could cross a galaxy."

[Taurik]

"And I would imagine that your many attempts at assimilating them have failed?"

[T'lana]

Once the USS Rivendell had exited transwarp, the Borg Transwarp Node could no longer maintain a working status with the power that was feeding it. Burning out just as the Rivendell returned to sublight velocities.

"Captain, might I suggest that you see the doctor and then get some rest from your ordeal."

[Larial]

Larial walked into the lab looking nervous, she couldn't stand being on the Bridge anymore without her creator.

"Sorry to disturb you father, I missed you."

Larial walked over to where Morgan and the strange girl was, not knowing what to make of the situation.

"Father, who is this?"

[Chaya Sar]

As Chaya came too, she noticed she was no longer in the Blue Harvest, a quick glance around the chamber told her it was some form of Docking Bay, but whether on a ship or space station she couldn't tell.

All Chaya Sar knew at present, is that she was surrounded by people and some were pointing some form of weaponry at her.
Thinking quickly, Chaya grabbed her favored weapon and with no apparent use of muscles was instantly up on her feet with a meter long energy blade now being emitted from the silver, ornately designed cylinder, that she and others like her, called a Lightsaber.

Chaya Sar stood her ground against the strange, unknown people surrounding her and stated.

"EN PIM VOT? EASY ME NA? NOS MANYA TE Chaya Sar."

[Larial]

Larial smiled, "It will be my pleasure."

Larial walked over to where her father was motioning to and sat down.

Larial pressed controls at superhuman speed analyzing every calculation, making sure each algorithm was correct.

That wasn't all she was doing at that moment, Larial was scanning her files making sure they were in their proper directories, making a personal log, reviewing what her optical sensors had recorded and running a diagnostic on her subprocessor.

"It all checks out father, would you like me to do anything else?" Larial asked.

[Taurik]

Captain Taurik stepped onto the bridge of the Rivendell for the first time in three weeks. He had taken some time to dedicate solely to training with Master Techerakh, vastly expanding his knowledge of the Templar arts.

The ship seemed so small to him now. Taurik knew it was simply idle thought, something he should avoid, but he couldn't help but feel that the entire quadrant was simply at his fingertips.

Shaking the idea aside for now, he sat down in the lone command chair on the upper tier of the well-lit bridge. Pressing a button on the small command panel, he sent a message to his senior officers to report in.

[T'lana]

Materializing on the Station in a blue haze of the well known and often appreciated, Transporter matter-stream. After the matter-energy-matter conversion, T'lana took out her Tricorder and scanned the area.

- The geographical function, showed that they were two decks and three corridors from a main computer terminal.
- The Metallurgical function of T'lana's Tricorder, showed that the station's construction material was not that different from Starfleet with Titanium, Duranium and Boronite compounds making up most of the space-frame and bulkheads. One compound that differed greatly from Starfleet design was a crystalline compound of the titanate group interlaced within the inner workings of the substructure and electronic systems.
- The Biological function of T'lana's Tricorder showed 135 Starfleet personnel of species; Vulcan, Trill, Human, Bolian, Denobulan and Caitian.

"Captain, the nearest main computer terminal is two decks below us and three corridors towards the center of the station, in one of the Science Labs."

[T'Kar]

"Excuse me commander, could you please tell me where the captain is?

[Taurik]

Taurik leaped from his seat, drawing his khala in midair and cleanly removing the drone's head before his boots hit the deck.

Invariably, as Petty Officer Sarpedon fought the Borg tractor beams, the propulsion systems began to wear down. It was only a matter of time before the Rivendell was drawn into the aperture on the front of the sphere.

"This is Captain Taurik to all hands," he said, tapping his commbadge. "Prepare to repel boarders."

[T'lana]

The Away Team made their way down the two decks and three corridors necessary to get the the Science Lab.

[Chaya Sar]

Chaya closed her eyes in order to find the invaders,

"They are on this deck, not far from our location, heading towards us."

Chaya opened her eyes again and drew her Lightsaber, igniting it. Moving slowly and soundlessly toward the door, she waited there posed like a predator, ready to pounce.

[Chaya Sar]

"Indeed, well I come from Naboo, but I wasn't born there, I was actually born on Altera, a planet in the Outer Rim. I was on my way from Coruscant to Naboo for a well deserved holiday, when I was rendered unconscious. The Blue Harvest registered a gravimetric spike just before it lurched while in Hyperspace."

Chaya Sar sensed a disturbance in the force, but couldn't pin point it's origin or cause. Then it hit her.

"You have no idea what I'm talking about do you? I'm not in my own galaxy am I? Tell me do you know of a spiral galaxy that is 270,000 light years across do you?"

[T'lana]

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[Orpheus]

Orpheus shimmered into existence on one of the conference table's emitters. "Ma'am, I'm sorry to interrupt, but we're receiving a communiqué from Starfleet. It states that a task force is being dispatched to assist in Captain Taurik's rescue. I've detected five Starfleet signatures, they should rendezvous with us in approximately seventeen minutes."