Yeager:Fourth Mission - So Much for Celebration

The Yeager crew celebrates the end of their last mission with a party in the Yeager's upgraded holodeck. Yet what was meant to be a fun 1920's Earth gangster program turns into a nightmare as crew start dying. Trapped inside the holodeck and split up into different scenarios, the crew must navigate their way out before any more of them are killed...

Captain's Logs

Captain Kailani Leigh

Stardate 21602.22

Captain’s Log, Stardate 21602.22.
Captain Kailani Leigh recording:

I’ve been stuck in various meetings all afternoon and evening. Most of them were the typical post-mission debriefings with Admiral Grayson and the rest of the Fourth Fleet higher ups. Given the serious nature of a potential Borg threat, the admiralty wanted to have absolutely certainty that the ship we discovered in the Azure Nebula was indeed a derelict and that there was no evidence of a re-occurrence of Borg activity in the Federation.

But following that, as I was returning to the Yeager for a promotion party planned by Commander Parker, I was pulled into the Internal Affairs offices. It seems as though the current “unrest” between the First Fleet and the Fourth Fleet has IA on high alert. I don’t blame them, but... the meeting took far longer than it should, and has left me feeling uneasy. Then again, meetings with Internal Affairs don't typically leave people with the warm fuzzies.

Upon my return to the Yeager I discovered that my crew had been trapped in a malfunctioning holodeck for several hours. Apparently the modifications that had been done to Deck 2 to accommodate a simulation for the entire crew had caused some of the circuits to fuse and somehow disable the safety protocols.

In my debriefing with the senior officers, it sounds that they were put through a horrific ride. The Chicago 1920s era scenario that Commander Parker originally setup began to unravel when very realistic holographic representations of Yeager crew were struck with projectile weapons. These “crew” were seriously injured, and in such a way that the real personnel couldn’t tell that the injured were holograms. It was also discovered that the establishment the crew had been using as a base of operations, The Green Mill Lounge, had developed a leak of Terran “natural” gas. Due to the explosive properties of this gas, the senior officers acted quickly to evacuate all personnel and identify the authorities of the time period.

From there a holographic representation of me showed up, determined to get the crew out of the holodeck. As the crew regrouped, more shootings occurred. In the interest of getting all personnel away from the dangerous part of town, several officers tried to negotiate with some character holograms about finding a more secure location. Shortly thereafter, an aircraft of some sort was spotted overhead only seconds before it dropped some sort of explosive into the area.

The next thing the crew remembered, they had been separated into different scenarios.

One group had been transported to a snowy mountain area. This group included Lieutenants Olsen, MacDougan, and Sakkar, and a holographic representation of myself. A creature appeared—a large, scaly flying dinosaur that breathes fire, that the Terrans call a “dragon”—and, rightly concerned for their safety, the crew found shelter in a nearby cave. The crew created a distraction from the dragon, and were in the process of making a run for it when the hologrid collapsed and freed them from the scenario. Not, however, before the dragon captured and killed the holographic likeness of me.

Another group that included Lieutenant Commander Cole and Lieutenant Khrag were trapped in a prehistoric jungle scenario. They were confronted with several prehistoric creatures, including pterodactyls and a large herbivore. Fortunately this group was freed from the scenario right before a large asteroid impacted the planet.

One group of junior personnel were stranded in some sort of destroyed city with bipedal creatures that seemed affected by a sort of flesh eating, degenerative disease. The sky in this scenario started to drop radioactive rain on the crew only moments before the hologrid collapsed.

We’re still in the process of debriefing the crew, so it’s unclear just how many scenarios the crew were broken up into. Several experienced scenarios all on their own: Commander Parker was trapped on a deserted desert island, with only ocean and a hot sun to accompany him. Fortunately he got away with only some mild heat exhaustion and a sunburn. Our new Chief Medical Officer, Leila Britton, experienced yet another holographic version of myself when she was trying to access the holoprogram and join the original Chicago party.

It seems that the events in many of the scenarios were quite traumatic to the crew. I leave it up to Lieutenant Commander Britton and her medical team to assess the crew and make recommendations… I suspect a few personnel may need some counseling following the events in the holodeck….

Crew Logs

Engineering

CE LCdr Trever Cole

Stardate 21603.24

Personal Log
Chief Engineering Officer
Lieutenant Commander Trever Cole
Stardate: 21603.24, 06:30

The after action party for the crew was hosted on the Yeager’s holodeck. I was not aware that the entire deck was going to be converted into the holodeck. I assume at Commander Parker’s orders, the modifications were carried out by the Delta’s folks. Fine enough by me, except for the fact that some sort of malfunction or sabotage caused most of the party goers including myself to be trapped inside the program with safeties off. And the program had broken the crew into groups and stranded us in strange locations.

It started for everyone in 1920s era Chicago. The bar we were at was attacked by what I can only assume were thugs of the era. We lost crew due to the safeties being disabled. It was tragic. For my part, I was thrown with several crew members, including Lieutenant Khrag, into a pre-historic swamp. In the transition, I ripped my arm open pretty good, requiring a trip to sickbay once freed. More on that in a minute.

Lieutenant Khrag was impressive. He really took the bull… no no… the dino by the neck as it were. His plan was to try and overload the program with input and cause it to crash. I can’t be sure if that was the straw that broke the camel’s back, but we made it out.

There are a lot of odd things about the incident. I am happy to let Security sort through most of it. However, Lieutenant Tiran was brilliant enough to retrieve one of the control chips from the holodeck for our own investigation. I need to be sure my crew is clear of involvement. I know they are, but I want air tight proof. I wouldn’t want to lose any of them.

As for my trip to Sickbay… The new doctor is good people. I like her far better than her predecessor. She knows her stuff and has a better personality. She will be good to work with I think. I just hope I don’t have to work with her often. Still don’t like paying that place a visit.

Next steps for me is looking into this chip and seeing what I can find. I might even try to take a few days off if I can plow this in good time. I think with Tiran’s help, it might be possible.

End log and save.

Science

Stardate 21511.20

Personal Log, Chief Science Officer, Lieutenant Khrag-Cadet, Stardate: 21511.29, 07:30.

Yes. That is correct. I am appointed Chief Science Officer, USS Yeager, FSC-28018…

I am proud of it, actually.

I am quite certain that Father would have to admit that I have surpassed even his estimation of me. Still, he despises Human-Types, and he would no doubt disregard my record of achievements accumulated in the World of Man, at least until I returned and fought to win his favour.

I have yet to inform him of my recent rise in both rank and position. Fleet issues have hindered communications, and I am not inclined to persist. If I were to return to Father—if I were permitted to fight—I would surpass no less than three more elder brothers of mine; three fights to win Father’s favor! Yet I already know that even three victories are not enough. Eight elder brothers remain; only eight fights and eight victories would finally win Father’s favor. Oh, how I long for his blessing: that he would bestow upon me my full name at last!

My brothers have argued that my time among the Human-Types has softened me, weakened me. The opposite is true! I have maintained my peak of strength, and more than that: I have grown in fortitude, relentlessness, and, most of all, wisdom. One day, I will teach each of my brothers, and my Father, that there are two edges to every wtsai.

This I have learned well, as not everything is as it seems.

No sooner had I been officially recognized as Chief Science Officer, and the Yeager’s modified holodeck became a deathtrap, imprisoning nearly the entire crew and me inside with no guarantee of safety.

We all know it was Commander Cameron Parker’s fault—it was his idea to modify the holodeck and bring us all into it. Whatever he did, or whatever he permitted, has somehow put us all at risk, though I believe that even he does not know how. Yet he fights to restore the technology to its proper place…

Circumstantial evidence could seem to suggest foul play because of the improbability that the chain of events that have trapped us have occurred naturally: holograms equipped to murder; broad-spectrum field interference, cancellations even; an accumulation of combustible gas mere moments away from explosive ignition; but no evidence yet points to a Person as suspect, and no evidence points to a motive of any kind that I can discern. The holodeck runs its program almost as if it was an impersonal force of nature and its participants were mere lights to put out.

It would seem that our priority is survival—survival in Commander Parker’s ancient Chicago!

.‘,.:,.’, .:,.’,.’,.!