Flashback/dream

3 squads were assembled and supplies for each squad's job was passed out accordingly. Grizwalt then told the 3 squad  leaders the plan of attack, then the info was passed down through them as each man loaded there weapon and prepared for the upcoming fight. everything was about read when Grizwalt held up his Ak47 to get everyone's attention.

All enemies foreign or domestic! He yelled the militias motto. the reply by most everyone if not all was "live free, die free!" He then turned and walked toward the harbor where a 6 small fishing boats were tied up to the doc and entered the last one at the end of the pier. the rest of the militia followed and got on various motorized boats based on what squad they were in. as all the boats left the dock they formed a convoy and followed Grizwalt's lead. after some time had passed Grizwalt yelled to his men Silence from this point on!.

all the motors were turned off and each boat was then paddled by the men. "so this is what George Washington felt like crossing the Delaware river to attack the Prussians" Grizwalt thought to himself as he peddled on with his men in the boat.

Elsewere: in a giant scarcely lit room filled with holo-monitors, hundreds of people behind computers did various task. one man in particular was observing a monitor that showed a compound with many heat signatures moving about in a relaxed manner. the second monitor was a zoomed out on the same compound instead showing a lot of green to see through the shadows of the night. the man took a sip from his coffee mug when 6 boats entered the monitor from the harbor. the man then dialed a number in a third monitor. the face of an over weight general answered the mans call.
Sir, it seems a group of approximately 25 men are linking up with the terrorist sir.the "suit and tie" man said in a monotone voice.

Good, so our informant is giving us good information. it seems the Terrorist are recruiting the more so called "patriotic" terrorist these days. Ill take it from here, please send the feeds directly to me.

Justice had to smile.  "Well, I have news for you, men are always horney, just when we drink we are more likely to talk about it."  He stood as she lifted the limb she had him trapped under.  "Inhibitions and all that."  He had flushed red from embarrassment and stood looking at the door.  He had thought he had locked it.  "At any rate, I will remember in the future, and it was nice chatting with you."  He said and walked to the door, keeping one hand on the wall as he left.

He saw the demon leaving down the hall, he was wearing a uniform, so he must have been drunker then he thought.  He took a few steps, found his own door and slipped into his room.  He checked his datapad and saw no messages there.  Seemed it was a quiet night.

He sat on the edge of his bed and took out the metal case that had the concentrated Angel food in it.  He was drunk, and wondered how the food would react with his current state.  He knew he needed to meditate; he needed to sort things out.  Perhaps he could regress and find what he lost; perhaps it was buried deep in his mind.  Question was, should he be doing it alone?

He had let them down out there, the wisp had gotten the better of him.  He had gotten reckless out there, thinking he could handle things on his own.  He checked his datapad, the Commander had not returned his request.  She was busy, he understood, and who was he, just some non-com deep in the guts of this ship.

He took out one of the packets and ate the food, then lighting a candle he sat on the floor, feeling the vibrations in the deck plating from the engines.  He closed his eyes, opening his mind, opening his senses, finding it easier to let the mental walls drop and allowing the energy of all the life and thoughts around him flow through him.  He prepared himself to see what his body would not allow him to see, and sense what his mortal senses could not sense.

Hershel woke up sweating a bit. he considered himself lucky he did not see the rest of him memory. his burns were now stinging him thanks to his mishaps hours earlier and now that the booze wore off. he got took a shower after removing his bandages and decided to see if he could get a pain killer.

-->med lab

His mind wandered over the day.  His focus went to the fight, drifting, letting his brain sift through the details of the attack.  He opened his thoughts to things he may not have seen at the time he was there, but things his mind did pick up on.  He opened himself up, let the energy of the universe flow through him, to guide his thoughts, to help him recall what he lost.

  In the Quiet and the Dark..he seems to find something  solid  to Hold onto....Util he hears..a sweet Voice..the Voice of  an Angel...he see the Bow  of  a massive ship...then...white hot  pain shoots  through his Mind..Blinding him, inside, as  well as  out....

The pain was powerful, and burned through his mind like a flash of gun powder.  Suddenly all the sensation was gone, his ability to sense, to feel, it was like he was suddenly alone.  He went to open his eyes, and realized they were open.  The world was dark, nothing.

He sat for a moment, letting the darkness sink in.  It was over, his life, his career, he was blind and he did not know any tech they had that could change that.  He tried to remember where the communicator was.  He slowly groped for the console, feeling along the bed.

What services could he offer the ship now, no powers, no sight; he would be on the first transport back to Earth.  He found the buttons, feeling along he pressed one.  "Lanceheart to Medical, I have an emergency in my quarters."

How long had he been out, how long had he been in the trance?  The bow of the ship, he settled in, trying to focus on that ship just before the pain.  He could at least give them that.  He stumbled on something, perhaps the memories were still in there, and they needed them out.

  It was about  5 Minutes until there was a  knock on his quarters,Med-Tech-2 Rodgers out her, with   SEC Staton....we had a call for an emergency?

"The door is open"  He said sitting on the bed still.  "Come on in."  He did not know what he was looking at.  The past few minutes he was thinking about the smells in his room and wondering how he never noticed them before.

He waited for them to enter, listening to hear the door open.  "I seem to have lost my sight."

 The SEC guard stayed by the door, as if he was expecting trouble.

  Ok....Med-Tach Rodgers again....sit here..I'm going tom look at your eyes..tell me everything you did  before this happened...its important..anything you  ate drank...any of it...we  may have something to combat it , if you got some  odd stuff mixed up....

He sat still waiting for them to enter.  “I was meditating, focusing my mind and ability on some information that I lost.  I saw the bow of a star ship, and then I felt a searing pain.  That is when it happened; I suddenly lost my vision and my ability.”  He explained, slowly, trying to remain calm, but the fear could be heard in his voice as he consciously worked to keep his tone even and calm.

Richard wandered around, somehow getting himself lost as he wandered to his room. After a good half hour of frustration, he finally found his quarters. He went inside and tried to go to sleep, but his mind wouldn't quiet. Nothing he did seemed to help, so he ended up looking up medical information to read on his data pad. Eventually, though, he drifted off to sleep, still fully clothed.

The next morning, he had shaved and otherwise groomed himself, looking much better. "Alright. I had probably better head by the Med Labs and see if I can be of some use." Speaking more to get his thoughts straight than anything else, Richard started to head that way.

-------To Med Labs

OOC: I was trying to get to the morning where Irina and Hershel were.... I think. If I messed this up, would someone let me know?

“So, what is the situation?” He asked, unable to see the med tech and not having heard any response to his question.

He stood.  “Let’s get to the med lab.” He suggested, groping for his jacket.  The sense of frustration and loss hit him then.  He stopped, holding the door to his closet, and feeling for the material of his coat.

He was blind, both in sight and in mind.  “I am sure there are tests you need to do.”  He said, thinking they would need to do them before they discharged him.

  Watching  Justice  feel around  a bit,  The Med-tech said, ..I can take you nto Med Tech -Lab, if yu wish. But from what i see here....it seems as though  ..you are 'shut off' from the inside? Did you have a sacare?..is there  some  problem that has  been bothering you?


  ...um...before  we go?  we would need to take anything with us, that you might have  been using before the black out...any Drugs, or  drinks..ect ect..?

Natalie walked into her room and sat on her bed. she pulled out a backpack and places a few odd and in in her until her hand stumbled on some kind of thin piece of plastic. she pulled it out, it was a picture. on the picture was her and a man posing with there arms around each others shoulders. this quickly shifted her mood from relieved to depress. she simply sat there and starred  at it for a while. she wondered why she didn't get rid of what she was holding in her hand.

He paused.  "I was trying to get into some memories I had lost."  He paused and frowned.  "I was trying to access things I lost, and I saw it for a moment just before the pain."  The memories were trapped, he should have seen it, should have recognized it.  "I need to access those memories."

He hoped he was looking at the med tech.  "I will need help."  He felt in the jacket for the metal case that held the Angle food.  "Do you have any drugs to help me keep a state of near sleep, I do not want to be out, but I want to get access to my sub-conscious.  I need to find a way around this block."  It may not restore his sight, but if he could get the information it would be worth it to the ship, and to the effort.

  The Tech Helped him about the room until  Justice was ready to go....we have seen  things  like this  Before. It normally goes away after  stress subsides? If Not, we  will be in Fuji by late tomorrow, and  we  can send you there  and let thier Head folks  take a look at you...

>>From Med Lab

Slowly having made her way back to her room, she opened the door with a little less enthusiasm and a bit more pain than she had anticipated.  She slumped into the chair before her desk and looked at all the work she'd drawn up and documented in her tablet.  She gave a sigh, and was feeling quite a bit resigned with her thoughts and actions.  Knowing the intent of her heading to Un-Li's room, it was not meant for Beth to have gotten hurt as she did.  Though it happened.

She thought over quite a few things from the past few days and finally tapped in a message to the COM and when she'd completed it, rested her head upon the edge of the desk.

He took a deep breath.  "Not much I can do then."  He said, and felt around for his bed.  "Perhaps you could leave me something to relax then?"  He asked the tech.

If they left something or not it did not matter to him.  He lay on the bed, starting to think.  He was looking into his head for the memories when it all went away.  He needed to focus more, to bring his mind’s lens into alignment and cut through what was put in place to hide the memories.

Once they had gone he started to think.  He needed to come at this from a different angle entirely.  His mother had always talked about spirits and gave into a lot of silly traditions he had moved away from.  Mental abilities were a science, proven to work, and it was just a matter of knowing the science behind them.  You did not need to rely on the silly notions of spirit guides or other mystic rituals.  He had always thought that the spirit activity his mother and he investigated was the rouge manifestations of people who had the ability and never knew it.  He did not ascribe to an afterlife, or a heaven or hell, or even any type of god or gods.  It was all science, and the power could be boiled down to just that.

He was running out of options though.  He practiced ritual, to help him focus, perhaps there was something to spirit guides, to all that mystic shamanism that his mother religiously followed.  He started to hum a tune his mother would hum when she was trying to get in touch with her guide.  He was blind, he could not feel anything when he opened himself, but he did, it was cold and lonely and he was scared.  "Spirits who walk this place, this dark and forbidden void, I call to my ancestors, I call to my blood to aid me in this time."  He did not know what to say, they were in the black, hell, he may not reach any spirit if there were such things.  He did not stop, not knowing what to expect from his song, and his plea.

  The MT shrugged, he  dug through his  bag. and told  Justice  to  do anything he might want to do..change clothes, bathroom, ect ect..once he was ready,  the MT lead him to his bed.

 now?..I pulled the chair over by your  bunk...right near the   head.....he brought Lanceheart's arm  by it....Your  COM will be there...and there is a Bottle of  cold  water there.... If you do not  call Med-Tech Lab by 1000 tomorrow?..we'll send someone up....now..this  shot will put you down in a few Moments...don'[t  be afraid to call..if you wake up and need something....quite frankly?..I don't see you waking up too soon...


  The Pinch in his arm , was followed  by a  warm feeling spreading through his body....look...I'm leaving the Angel Food  here?...but don't get caught with it...the pure stuff is only for Angels..you get caught with  a block of stuff like this?...You'er ehaded to the Delta Colonies....get rest...


 (( just saw..two different colors?...this ios all the MT..i screwed up on the colors..also?..check PM))
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  Her COM  buzzed....Meassage  came up.

  LT. Stefi, From Med-Tech Lab?..LT Morrow  says you were injured..you are to report to Med -Tech Lab ASAP... this  is being Forwarded to Command and the SEC.....

Jesse heard the COM buzz but was in and out of sleep trying to ignore the pain that was throbbing in her arm.  She muttered something about ... Sure Boss, Be right there.  Her head was still resting upon the well arm as a speckle of drool landed on the top of the desk.  She gave a bit of a grumble and growl at the afterthought of having to get up.

The vision was in his head.  He tried to keep hold, tried to focus.  He did not know if this was some effect of his prayer, or the drugs, or the food, he did not know but right now he was not going to question it.  He tried to recall where he had seen the woman.

The Lift.

He remembered, the lift from the bridge, he left with her.  He then remembered waking in the park.  She was speaking, but he could not make out the words.  Slowly, he let himself fall deeper in the trance, let himself fall deeper in the memories.  He looked at her mouth, focusing on her words.

She was woven into his memories and dreams.  The face, she looked just like the Captain.  He remembered who she was, the Ambassador, they had met on the bridge, when he made his request to see the Captain.  They looked so much alike, it was uncanny.  Focusing on her brought pain, but he was starting to deal with the pain.  When the Captain came to help him with this he could then sort out the information he had in there.  He was sure it was still in his head, it was not the wisp though who locked it away, or if he did he was using the image as decoy.

When he woke, he could see, and feel and this was well worth the pain he had suffered through during the night.  He did not relish the idea that his last moments of sight would have been drinking with Irina, she would have thought he drunk himself blind.

He went over the duty rosters and over the security reports, what he was privy to as an operative anyway.  He knew sometimes when you got buried in work you could find things unlocked themselves in your head.  As he reviewed the data from the reports he saw some unsettling things.  Many wounded, the Ambassadors area was off limits.  It did not take him long to piece things together, and he was sure now she had something to do with the information trapped in his head.

He quickly filed another report to the Captain.  He noted he came to the bridge with sensitive information, and somehow the Ambassador has it and he is locked from it.  He remembered asking for a meeting and requested it again.  The information could be time sensitive and important.  He made sure the report was set in formally and on record.

After sending it he paused, Miller, that was the officer’s name, she was the one who seemed reluctant to assist him in meeting with the Captain.  He noted it in his data pad, and would watch for further obstructions.  Could be she was not working for the good guys, but making sure things were cocked up here.

Seemed most of his unit was either getting patched up or off on business, at any rate, they left him to his own devices.  He filled his time reviewing the data from the attack, monitoring ever action, how they fought, who they fought.  The computer protocols, what areas were protected first.  He made notes of the combat styles of the team.  Some were scorched earth, others were precision strikes.  There was not the unity and cohesion as there should be.

He kept to his office, drinking coffee and waiting for a return from the Captain, figuring he was not going to get it.  Perhaps her messages were getting intercepted, of course with the Ambassador in the clink she was sure to be dealing with her own fall out.  If they could not trust the Ambassador, well, how could they really trust her?

Another day down, he went back to his room with the data from the battle, and the data he could pull about  the Ambassador.  He went back to dig through his own mind and find what was hidden.

  after a while there was  a COM notice on his device "....The Commander has  put off  any meetings  until after the Conference. You will be contacted  in  the order you were logged."

The note should have been expected, but it did disappoint slightly.  It was just a reminder he was on his own for the most part.  He took his chance to meditate.  His mind focusing on the details of the fight, focusing on what happened as he made contact with the other mind on the ship; perhaps he was attacking it from the wrong angle.

With the angle food running through him his hummed the song his mother would sing, focusing his mind, and seeking help.  He needed to put things together.  Slowly, he was there, in the hallway, everyone and everything suspended in motion.  The team surrounded him, and he looked at the computer he was trying to work on.  The he opened himself to feel the mind.

The pain was there, powerful and white; her face was there as well.  It was as if he had inhaled pure plasma, it was burning his head with pain.  “I know it is here.”  He thought as the pain flared away and he was in the park looking up as he woke up.

He looked at the other self laying there in the bushes and he thought a moment.  “Hello.”

His alternate self looked up and nodded to him.  “Hello.”  He looked around surprised he was in the park.

He offered his hand and helped him up.  “The Ambassador, she has done something to you, you need to go find out what.”  If he could not find it, if he could not see what the Ambassador had done, and she had woven herself into his mind so deep, why couldn’t he do the same.  “I am going to get you ready to find it.”  He sat back down, and the alternate sat as well and they hummed together as the mind went to void.

He focused, he looked at his other self and armed him with guns, with stealth suits.  He prepared him to enter her mind and find what he needed to get.

When he opened his eyes from the meditation he could taste the blood on his lips from his bloody nose.  He cleaned up and checked the security reports.  He got dressed and went to the Sec offices.