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Post by Corky on Mar 4, 2017 3:28:02 GMT
USS Tempest Duty Log - CSO Cadet Cameron Corcoran - Stardate: 11701.01
I thought my studies at Starfleet Academy had prepared me for everything. I've quickly learnt that finishing first in my class in a host of courses like Applied Astrobiology count for very little out here on the edges of space. I suppose though, that nothing can ever prepare you for being flung twenty-two years into the future without aging a day. I look at the Captain and the XO and I wonder how they aren't more perturbed by this bizarre event than they appear to be. This is my first assignment to a Starship so I suppose it's mostly all of us creating a rapport.
And now, here I am - the remaining Bridge Officer on deck while the Captain, XO, CMO and Tactical Officer are all trapped below on Pacifica after the earthquake that took place. I've been trying to raise them but have heard nothing yet. I'm waiting for confirmation from the Geology Lab that the planet is sufficiently stable to attempt a rescue. We have an Away Team on standby as soon as I have confirmation that it's safe to return to Pacifica. The Captain seems like an immensly capable and resourceful man so I have a lot of confidence so I'm hopeful that they're all safe down there. For now though, it's just the waiting...
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Post by Corky on Mar 4, 2017 3:39:59 GMT
USS Tempest NCC-1852-A Official Log - CSO Cadet Cameron Corcoran reporting - Stardate: 11701.04
It has been 12 hours now since the earthquake on Pacifica and scans indicate the seismic activity appears to be continuing in slowly increasing frequency and intensity. Scans also indicate wide spread and severe structural damage to buildings in the proximity of the resort where the Captain and crew were staying. I have been able to identify signs of life of approximately 234 souls in the resort precincts but so far, have not been able to definitively lock on to the Captain or members of the crew. I'm working to the assumption that they have been either separated from their Comms Badges or they have been damaged.
In accordance with Star Fleet protocol, I have contacted the Madam Mulan Szechwan (the Governor of the province in which the resort lies). She has advised that she has organised Rescue and Recovery teams on the ground as soon as the aftershocks subside and the safety of her teams can be reasonable assured. I have contacted Star Trek Headquarters and provided them with a Sit Rep of these recent events. I was pleased once again, to speak to Commodore Cutler (one of my mentors from the Academy) who is currently heading up Operations & Logistics in this quadrant. I undertook to keep him informed of events and assured me that he stands ready to send any assistance that may be required.
Given the delay, a roster has been established for multiple away teams so that there will be a team at the ready as soon as we get the word. The Medical Bay is on High Alert and the Geoscience lab are working up different scenarios about the origin of the sudden seismic activity and potential patterns in the immediate and longer term future. I have kept the rest of the crew of the Tempest informed of the events by Ship-wide address so everyone is familiar with our situation. There appears little panic among the crew as I believe they too share my confidence in the resourcefulness of our Captain and crew.
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Post by Corky on Mar 4, 2017 3:41:51 GMT
USS Tempest Duty Logs - CSO Cadet Cameron Corcoran - Stardate: 11701.08
I snap on the monitor as I sit at the desk here in my quarters and stare blankly at the screen. I scroll down the news updates from ships scattered across the quadrant - space anomaly alerts, warnings, births, marriages, obituaries, the list goes on. Promotion notifications - now there's something amusing! After today's mission, I can't see my name appearing on that list for a very long time. Then, something catches my eye.
The new Intrepid-class USS Darwin is under construction and will be commissioned next year. Apparently, it's being fitted out with the latest scientific equipment to carry out a special astrological research mission to the Gamma Quadrant. It all sounds so intriguing. I'd get to serve with a number of my professors from the Academy who are leading the expedition... Mhhmm? I think this may be a great career move for me. The crew of the Tempest are a great bunch but I'm not seeing that I'm really in a position help to them at the moment and I can't see my career as a Star Trek Officer advancing far given recent events. There's still a few months to apply for this position so I might think it over.
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Post by Corky on Mar 4, 2017 3:44:20 GMT
USS Tempest NCC-1852-A Official Log - CSO Cadet Cameron Corcoran reporting - Stardate: 11701.14
Opening my eyes, I struggle for a few moments to orient myself in these unfamiliar surroundings. This is not my quarters? I feel a hand gently touch my upper arm and feel strangely comforted by the gesture. "It's OK, son." I'm assured by the smiling Medical Officer standing over me. "You're in the Medical Bay, Corky. There's no need to worry, we'll take good care of you." Confused, I try to respond, "But, what...?" "You recall your migraine that you suffered on the away rescue mission on Pacifica?" he enquires. I nod in agreement. "Well, it seems that might be something a little more serious than just a migraine. As far as we can tell, your synaptic efficacy has been significantly disrupted hat's resulted in a number of serious symptoms including intermittent loss of consciousness. We are currently working on the theory that your condition may have been caused as a consequence of the temporal aftershock of the time shift we experienced. We're monitoring the rest of the crew for similar reactions to yours but so far, nothing's shown up."
"I need to get back to the bridge." I protest.
A burly Security Officer suddenly appears behind the MO looking at me from over his shoulder.
"You're not going anywhere, son." The doctor replies. "We can't have you passing out on the bridge in the midst of some emergency now, can we? I've informed the Captian. He he getting constant reports on your progress. We think your condition may be temporary but for now, we have no way of telling so we're going to continue to observe your vital signs."
I feel my head start to pound. "OK, Doc but..."
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Post by Corky on Mar 4, 2017 3:46:43 GMT
USS Tempest NCC-1852-A Official Log - CSO Cadet Cameron Corcoran reporting - Stardate: 11701.19
Doctor Campbell approached Bio-bed 4 and looked down at his latest patient. Removing his medical tricorder from its case on his waist, he detached the scanner and passed it over the young man lying motionless in front of him. With a frown creeping across his face like that a Talaxian moon casts, he took in the data his tricorder was giving him. "Damn it, Son! Come around!" he whispered under his breath. Searching the Med records, young Corky hadn't been conscious now for more than 24 hours and the duration of his periods of conciousness were increasing and the frequency of them was starting to decrease.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice CMO Kestran appear at his side until she placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "How's young Corky progressing, Paul?"
"Not like I'd been hoping, Elianna." he replied shaking his head. "His vital signs are holding, but there are signs that his condition is starting to deteriorate. I've run regular neural imaging scans and they are revealing a significant and increasing reduction in the acuity of his neocortex consistent with the impact of a trans-dimensional disturbance. It's one of those times when I feel so frustrated and helpless. I mean we're doing everything we can, but I think it's over to Corky right now."
"I know what you mean, Paul. You'd think in the 24th century we'd be able to make this better... I know you're doing what you can and I'm sure Corky knows that too." Elianna responded with a comforting smile. "He's a good man and I know the Captain has high hopes for him as a member of our crew. I'm certain Corky won't give the Tempest up without a fight."
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Post by Corky on Mar 4, 2017 3:50:07 GMT
USS Tempest Duty Log - CSO Cadet Cameron Corcoran - Stardate: 11701.21
There is nothing but impenetrable darkness all around me and it feels like I'm restricted completely from all movement. My senses are all muted, dulled, anaesthetised. And yet, far away, there is a quiet murmour, unintelligible but I strain harder and harder to make it out. Frustratingly, I hear the sound become a little louder but only at the most excrutiatingly slow pace. The louder it becomes, the harder I strain to hear it, to make sense of it. After an absolute eternity, I can make out voices, muffled but definitely voices. My mind feels utterly spent but I've come too far to stop now. For a long time nothing seems to change then suddenly, without warning, I can hear the words with clarity. I open my eyes.
"Welcome back, Son. You've had us worried but we knew you were coming back to us, we've had to use some experimental procedures to re-align your synaptic patterns and it looks like you've responded exactly how we'd hoped." I try to lift myself from the bio-bed. The Medical Officer places his hand on my left shoulder and gently pushes me back to rest. "No need to be in such a hurry, Son! We've still got a few tests to run to make sure you're OK and won't be prone to an relapses, so just lie back and take it easy. You'll be back on the Bridge soon enough. I smile and dissolve back onto the bio-bed. The Medical Officer turns his face away. In the distance, I see CMO Kestran look up from her medical inventory and wink with a grin. I take a very deliberate deep breath and let out a relieved sigh.
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Post by Corky on Mar 4, 2017 3:53:09 GMT
USS Tempest NCC-1852-A Official Log - CSO Cadet Cameron Corcoran reporting - Stardate: 11701.28
There's something about the dark. As children and even sometimes as adults, we humans fear it for the terrors that we imagine it conceals from our sight. I think I've come to understand in my relatively brief life so far, that it's not the darkness outside us where we find that of which we are most afraid - those things are found in the inky blackness inside ourselves.
I've never really had a problem with the dark. Whether it's the dark of space or the dark outside of this submersible deep in this tranquil ocean on the planet Pacifica, I've always been excited by the knowledge that there is life out there, all around me and overcome with anticipation at exploring that which is different and growing as a result. That was, after all, my principal motivation for joining Star Fleet. As I look out into the darkness of the ocean around me, I wonder at the exotic species of marine life that we pass. I think I'd like to spend some more time in an environment like this one day - it's so peaceful and so beautiful...
It's been an interesting few hours. I'm grateful for the opportunity to spend some time away from the Tempest. The Captain in particular is under a great deal of stress as evidenced by his confusion around the management of this away mission. After all, it's basic Star Fleet protocol that the Chief Science Officer is in charge of all scientific expeditions unless the Captain is personally present. Why he would ignore that most basic protocol by putting the ship's Tactical Officer in charge is I think an indication of the stress he is under. Perhaps it's something I'll take up with Counsellor Trost upon my return to the ship. She seems like someone who is really easy to talk to and understanding and above all, someone really genuine in whom I'd feel confident to confide.
While I'm at it, I think I'll take up the matter of our Tactical Officer and my away team partner Johnny Cleveland. I really don't know about the guy. I get a sense that he really doesn't like me for some reason but despite that, he's professional enough to put those personal feelings aside for the good of our mission. The thing is, I kinda like him. He seems rather intense which is something I can certainly appreciate. I think we could work really well together on the Bridge and think I'll commit to trying to make things work with him. I'm sure Eldrida will be able to advise me on how I should deal with this.
We're almost at the site of the missing probe. Signing off for now.
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Post by Corky on Mar 4, 2017 3:56:26 GMT
USS Tempest NCC-1852-A Official Log - CSO LT JG Cameron Corcoran reporting - Stardate: 70931.19
I was very grateful to the Captain for giving me his permission to witness what was undoubtedly such an auspicious occasion - at least until I was summoned to my interview with Temporal Affairs. Watching the Selkie High Council debate how they were to deal with the discovery of their long lost sister civilisation (the Naradra) was sure to be an intriguing event. As I milled about the waiting lounge of the Observation Hall, I couldn't help but notice a curious thing. Along the eastern wall there was a long full height mural in a mixture of intertwining and brilliant blues and greens that swirled slowly together but remained distinctly separate. I pondered whether this motif would now become a metaphor for these two great nations - two peoples of the same ancient heritage that had developed completely independently of each other over more than a millenium.
There was a small group closest to the door dressed in deep blue uniforms with gold and crimson trim. Then one that had been standing with his back to me glanced over his shoulder at me with his cold black eyes. He parted from the group and strode purposefully over to where I was standing. I recognised him instantly. It was Senn, the adjutant to the Naradran Captain Darona in our encounter aboard the submarine on our initial away mission. "Why are you here, Starfleet?" He enquired. "For much the same reason you are, I'd imagine, Senn. And the name's 'Corcoran', Lieutenant JG Cameron Corcoran." I replied. He nodded in acknowledgement and then paused for a moment as deep in thought. "You must sit with me and our delegation, Mr Corcoran - in a public display of support for the blossoming relationship between the Federation and my people." I explained to him the nature of my visit here and that I could be called away at any time but he placed his arm around my shoulder and drew me over to where the remainder of his delegation were standing.
The Hall of the Selkie High Council was a place of extraordinary beauty. Formed in a remote, natural amphitheater high on the coastline and opening out over the Great Ocean of Pacifica it was a fitting venue for such an occasion. All technology had been disguised (even the cameras that would transmit the proceedings to the Observation Hall) and kept to a bare minimum to preserve the natural beauty of the place. As we sat waiting for proceedings to begin, I glanced across to my left at my new Naradran friends who sat in cold silence and pondered what they would make of this. The first address would be from the President on the the Naradrans - it was likely that whatever he said was going to be difficult for the Selkie to accept.
After a very generous invitation by the Chair of the High Council, the Naradran President approached the podium fittingly against the back drop of the sparkling ocean behind him. After thanking the Council Chair for the opportunity to address the Council, he launched into a history of his people, a history of which the majority of his audience knew nothing at all. He began at the point when their race was still one under the rule of King Rexis VIII. From my reading of Selkie history, I was familiar with his story. Coming to the throne at an early age (when the Selkie were a Monarchy) he was renowned as one of the great monarchs of the Selkie, uniting all of the known peoples of Pacifica for the first time and having done so with surprisingly little bloodshed. From my interpretation, it appears his achievement in this regard was more the product of opportunity than of any deliberate act. As the different nations of Pacifica experienced various famines and natural disasters, he would generously offer them assistance, at a high price.
As is so often the case in the history of all peoples, interpretations of the motivations and actions of individuals are always subject to a certain moral ambiguity and this was no exception. The Naradran president explained that from ancient lore handed down through the centuries, Rexis (in his later years) became so powerful that he began to threaten many of the basic freedoms of the people. Increasing his grasp on power however, was never going to go unchallenged. Dissenters (comprising the majority of academics and the more educated members of the population) led by one of his Chief Court advisors, (Marded) engaged in protests and a bitter struggle against Rexis and his laws. Economically, the Selkie continued to prosper under Rexis' reign so the the dissenter's numbers remained comparatively small.
Eventually after prohibitive taxation and other restrictions and a number of failed assassination attempts on Madred, Rexis expelled the declared or known followers of Madred (the Madré) from the Selkie lands. What was not clear from the Selkie archives was that the Madré were to settle in lands far from the Selkie. The reality was quite different however. The Madré were followed by covert elements from within the Selkie military and being largely unarmed, suffered heavy losses. It was at this point that the Madré discovered the Haven, a vast underground cavern that eventually would open to the ocean depths in which they made their new home.
The size of the Haven was immense, large enough to build and sustain the civilisation of the Naradran for generations to come. The fact that their number contained many of the scientists and brightest minds of the Selkie at that time explained how their civilisation flourished quickly whilst the remainder of the Selkie population and its allies remained stagnant for a very long time.
Just then, I heard the familiar chirp of my combadge. "Sorry to interrupt you, Corky but you're up." "No dramas, Captain. Beam me up." I replied. With a nod to my new friend Senn and his companions, I dematerialised and in seconds was back aboard The Tempest ready for ten rounds with our Temporal Affairs friends.
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Post by Corky on Mar 4, 2017 4:01:19 GMT
USS Tempest NCC-1852-A Official Log - CSO LT JG Cameron Corcoran reporting - Stardate: 70932.10
All I could see, all on which I could focus was the dim, red glow of the emergency lighting - diffused all around me by the clouds of smoke that hung in the air. The red alert alarms continued to ring out all over the ship. While their piercing sound had become almost painful ringing in my ears, along with the hiss of escaping gas, they were a perfect cloak to conceal the sound of my clandestine movements.
I scrambled quickly down the companionway and into the ceiling above deck 6. I thought I knew this deck like the back of my hand from the countless hours spent down here in the Exobiology Lab but from this perspective, everything looked very different. I new precisely where Transporter Room 4 was, if only I could make it there in time. I still couldn't believe how quickly we were overcome. We were outmatched completely and now our only chance was to abandon the Tempest to its fate. With the Escape Pod release mechanism for the bridge inactive, the transporter was the only way off the ship for the Bridge crew. If I could just make it to the transporter, I might be able to rescue the Captain and the CMO and the rest from the clutches of the vicious Badombre who had boarded us and were taking over the ship ruthlessly and methodically, deck by deck.
I crawled through the ceiling as quickly as I could, I knew it couldn't be much further. Just another few minutes. Suddenly, I noticed a commotion on the deck below me. Explosions and phaser fire, running feet and orders being barked in a language I couldn't comprehend. Then, the sound of phaser fire followed immediately by a loud, pained scream from right under me. There was something strangely familiar about that scream but in this chaos, it didn't register right away.
I crawled over to the vent panel and there, right below me, through the acrid smoke lay Johnny, propped against the remains of a bulkhead that was now largely spread across the deck. Even through the smoke, I could see he looked dazed and confused. He'd been hit but just how bad I couldn't tell. He reached up with his left hand to grasp his shoulder and let out a loud groan. Within seconds, I could hear the sounds of deliberate footsteps approach and the sound was both sinister and threatening. My right hand reached down silently for my phaser.
As I looked down, I could see three of them - the Badombre unit leader and two of his men. They stood over Johnny and their leader yelled something at Johnny. Then, inexplicably the smoke seemed to clear just a fraction - just long enough for Johnny to see my shadowy face looking back at him from the ceiling above. In a fraction of a second, as the Badombre leader raised his weapon against the helpless Johnny sprawled on the floor in front of him, Johnny rolled suddenly to his left as his assailant felt the full force of a Starfleet phaser set to kill from close range. He fell to the floor as his legs crumpled beneath him, narrowly missing Johnny. In quick succession, I fired at the other two, still standing there in shock and caught by surprise. They too, fell where they stood.
Johnny slowly rose to his feet and looked up at me. We both knew what was about to happen. "Run, you fool, Johnny!" I yelled. Still dazed, he nodded and stumbled off in the direction of the Transporter Room. I started to crawl forward and then, once again, heard the menacing sound of those running footsteps. As I tried to pull myself forward, I heard a massive explosion, a flash of light, the sense of suddenly falling as the ceiling below me disintegrated and a searing pain through my entire body. With a start, I bolted upright in my bed and looked around, startled and perspiring heavily. I threw my legs over the side of my bunk and sat there for a few minutes. As I held my head in my hands, I prayed that I wouldn't be confined to these quarters too much longer...
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Aug 3, 2017 19:18:08 GMT
Going to post this over here for Corky from another source.
Corcoran, Cameron
Demographic Information Name: Cameron 'Corky' Corcoran Species: Human Sub-Species: Caucasian-Male Date of Birth: June 11, 2364 Stardate: 41445.15 Age: 49 (Appears 27) Height: 180 cms Weight: 85 kgs Hair Color: Blonde Hair Style: Short Facial Hair: None Eye Color: Blue Physical Description: Fair complexion, clean-shaven, average/athletic build.
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Family Demographics & History Father: Corcoran, James Kieran Profession: Commander, USS Tomahawk NCC-52149 - Retired
Mother: Spencer, Catherine Louise Profession: Associate Professor, Department of Veterinary Surgery, University of London UK
Brother (older): Corcoran, Christian Mark Profession: Deputy Director, Research and Development - Brady Scientific Enterprises
Brother (younger): Corcoran, Bradley Brian Profession: Student, 3rd Year Medical Degree, University of London UK
The Corcoran Family have resided in Hampshire, United Kingdom since the birth of Cameron's older brother Christian on Stardate: 41644.60
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Starfleet Service Record Assignment: USS Calypso NCC-83421 Date reported aboard: January 21, 2391 Stardate: 68057.37 Position: Science Officer Rank: Cadet IV Class Shift: Alpha Transfer Date: September 19, 2393 Stardate: 70717.64 Command comments: Starfleet Judge Advocate General Division Report: Mr Corcoran was investigated and charged for disobeying a direct order from a superior officer during an incident aboard the USS Calypso on Stardate: 69286.72 Incident details: CLASSIFIED. Disciplinary action: SUSPENDED. Starfleet Medal for Conspicuous Bravery: AWARDED.
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