Episode 2

"Ok... Weapons, Shields, Life Suport, Warp Core, Engine and Warp Drive are fully functional... lets get the hell out of here... Captain... Before they find us..." Said I

(Alright, I'm confused. I was on the dominion ship with Mallor and you were not able to beam me back aboard the Darkwing. So where in god's name did my character go?!)

you were transporter back to the darkwing, so you're with us now, on the endeavor, which we have quite succesfully taken over

I agree, helm, set a course for the black belt, maximum warp, we'll drop these guys off at a nice quiet location where it'll be weeks before they get picked up.

(alright. I'll get back in the story when I'm more calm. Don't want to get into an argument with someone for no reason, and when I have more time.)

and what exactly were we doing that interfered with what was going on? i just folowed how things were going and kept making stuff up. and plot devices are god, keeps the story moving and people playing

yes, the more i read, the further back i go, i have no idea what you're talking about now. what is it you want to get into an argument with me over? i really don't understand you guys' problems with what's happening. it;s an rp, you just have to flow, and if you don't post forever, then others keep the story going in the direction they think it should go

(It was Lee as the enemy who did that. So there.)

yes and come on, they're guidelines, if we adhere structly to them, it'll be no fun, and nothing will get done, and besides, it's not that big a violation, i mean, what else could you do over there? the story needed to keep moving

Good. All right helm, this should be good

*The Endeavor dropped out of warp near an abandoned mining facility*

All right, begin transporting the Endeavor's crew to the facility

*Rivers went the command chair. He stumbled and fell down near the chair, his head was spinning, and his arm was throbbing mercilessly*

(ok, so i am getting nowhere with my position, and shem edited my post for no apparent reason? ive seen other people besides DW make things up in past rpgs. anyway, i also cant find time to do this, and am extremely confused, so ive decided to quit this rpg and say that my body was one of the scorched bodies on the DW. however, you may see me post from time to time should the need for a temporary bad guy arise, i would be more than willing to play his part.)

"Ok, sir... They've been beamed to the station... transporters are cleared..." Said I "No one has been left behind..."

(BTW... what class is the Endeavor?)

GS, I have no idea what your post was, and I'm most certainly Ok with people altering the plot if it seems fit, as for being confused, nothing i can do to help there, just read the other posts, and if you have troubles, well, can't help much. I have sumarized it several times along the way, so i' sorry to lose you. Jpb, the Endeavor is Sovereign

"Good Borrego. Helm, let's warp out of here."

*Rivers managed to struggle into his seat, he looked fatigued and was sweating.*

I went to the bar of the Endeavor, trying to get a drink, but the facilities were closed...
"Oh... craps! Why did they closed the bar?"

*Rivers slowly got up*

If anybody needs me, I'll be in sickbay

*Rivers slowly left the bridge, stumbling into the turbolift*

clone " the darkwing crew has transported the endevour crew to the mining facility"

berges " well when they leave luanch some photons at them that should really get the feds attention"

(if you want to know me and my crew are trying to spark a civil war within the federation and the darkwing happens to be the main part of that)

Cmdt. Borrego saw Cpt. Rivers slowly walk into the infirmary...

"Boss, what's wrong with you, do you need help?" Said I

I think it's my arm. It wasn't properly cauterized, now i think i've lost a little too much blood...

*Rivers collapsed at the doors to the sickbay*

GS! Noo! Don't leave us! I'm sorry if you were annoyed at me editing your post, but it would have left us at a dead-end, and I was still in clearing-up mood. Come back!)

"You'll never guess what they've got on this ship - a holodeck!"

"Guys! Cpt. Rivers has colapsed!" Screamt I to inside the infirmary, and a few persons appeared and took it to inside an operations room...

(oh, ill come back all right! Lee, you're the main enemy here, correct? permission to be the captain of a guardian/support ship of yours, either 1 or 2 classes down from yours? what ship class is yours? @DW, i said 2 prometheses were coming out of warp and the sovvie was destroyed, thinking we would end up taking one of those and fighting the other 1, would have been a good action sequence.)

(ok GS you can be my first officer and remember the more evil and diabolicle the plan the more intresting this rp gets the ship class is unkown ill make some sketches and scan them on or find an awsome ship pic)

(hmm ok all i need is a name, how does Rotakon sound?)

(yea rotakon sounds great)
-v- to all crew meet in the mes hall in 10 minutes -v-

ten minutes later
*i berges into the mess hall and give a speach*
berges "as we all know the feds need to be destroyed so to help me i will appoint a first officer rotakon my friend how would you like the position"

"i will accept it and the responsibilities of it. you will find in the future that you have made a very wise choice. and i suggest a first planet for attack, it's called trey, it's a Starleeet prison planet on the edge of their space. i suggest we attack the planet and free all the vorta and jem'haddar we can find."

*Rivers woke up several days later, staring up at a really bright light, with Terra, Mallor and the Doc looking over at rivers. Rivers shifted his eyes around to each of the people, not saying anything. He looked a little confused. He started to sit up and look around the rest of the room*

What's going on?

*Rivers looked at everybody, and then his face changed a little, he looked down cautiously at his left arm. Rivers looked a little shocked that he actually had a left arm, it was crude, and metallic, with pieces of wiring curving around it. He moved it slowly, clenching his fist and releasing it*

It... um, it works

*Rivers squeezed slightly, and crushed the apple*

Wow, a little strong don't you think?

*Rivers moved the arm around a little more, suddenly, without warning, Rivers started twitching, and swinging the arm around crazily*
It... it must..be the.. wiring.. it's...it's

*Rivers burst out laughing*

I'm, I'm sorry, I just had to, you should've seen your faces!

*Rivers was almost crying from laughter*

Terra just shook her head.

"You should be happy it works at all. It was tough getting it set up and in place and trying not to cause you to go into shock, oh and the fact that it was really delicate work and you could have died."

Terra smiles and helps Rivers stand up.

"It will be some time before you really get used to it. Oh, and it has some other features, but I'll just sit back and watch you figure them out. You owe me for the arm anyway. Trying to find workable materials is hard enough as is."

Well, i really appreciate it, the dizzy spells from blood loss was becoming annoying, now, let's put this thing to work!

*The three of them exited sickbay, and headed for the bridge*

Helm, ETA until arrival at the black belt

Hm, it appears I have been out for some time. All right, sensors, start probing the area for a hidden planet. There should be a dark star here, masking the planet's presence, it may be hard to find, especially with standard fed sensors

"Don't worry, I'll find it." Terra taps away at the computer then stops

"Um, Captain? I have found a holovid and it's encrypted. Want me to crack the encryption to get to the vid?"

Terra looks up with anticipation.

An encrypted holovid? odd, fed ships don't usually carry these, unless there's specific orders... yes, crack it, but send it to the ready room, don't let anyone else see it

*Rivers exited the bridge and entered the ready room. He looked around. It was the typical starfleet design, very drab and boring, but it would do, until Rivers had a new Darkwing secured*

"Why the hell do we think that the wrong person is the right one?" Though Cmdt. Borrego while was reminding of his childhood... "There was a girl... what was her name?" Was he sleeping when he suddenly wake up with a noise coming from his room...
"Wake up! I'm hunger!" Said a parrot nearby...
"God DARN those engineared modified parrots..." Thinked I "Wait a moment Mike... And BE QUIET!"

Cmdt. Borrego was already on foot... He was walking towards the safety office... He was thinking... "Who the hell is that girl?"

Terra turned on the holoviewer. A vid appears and shows the captain having a conversation with someone, but the person was out of range. A conversation is heard and the words "Unknown ship....Attacked..... Darkwing." are made out.
"It seems that someone told the original crew of this ship about the Darkwing, though with the interferrence it's hard to tell. I don't know who would do that, but it seems that whoever did had one thing in mind. I also found holovids of the logs of the crew and captain, and also recent mission logs and transmissions. Would you like any of them?"

yes thank you, it seems that there is something larger going on here, and somebody knows about us, section 31 perhaps?

what we need to do is secure the mark II. The Endeavor is too easy to track. And I don't like this, something doesn't feel right. Why was section 31 involved anyways? They never really stated what they wanted when they were torturing me, they just wanted the Darkwing's location. The good it would have done them, you guys were ambushed and the ship was destroy... unless they meant the Mark II. How would they know about the Mark II only I knew about it, and now you two, the people who built and designed it were all killed or misplaced, and the Admiral was killed shortly after Captain Williams was killed...

I was inside the security office... a large screen with the plant of the Endeavor was in the wall... There was nothing to report... as usuall... lots of blue dots running around the ship, but none red dot... "This day couldn't be more exciting" Though Borrego with a spike of sarcasm...