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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jan 8, 2008 3:30:19 GMT
Commander Matthew Reynolds had been performing his duties as executive officer when his entire world exploded in front of him. A powerful explosion and a fierce blinding heat engulfed the young commander and then their was silence. Matt knew that he should have died in the explosion, but the smell of burning flesh and uncontrollable pain convinced him that he was indeed alive. With all the will he could muster, Matt propped himself up near a broken bulkhead.
=^=Re....y.nold....s t....=^=
Unfortnately for Matt, his combadge was no longer in working condition as it had been partially melted by the heat. Knowing that his life depeneded on him getting some medical help, Matt began to crawl out of his former office. The debris surrounded him told him that the Jefferson had indeed been attacked by some sort of bomb. The few seconds that passed felt like hours and his body was pleading for rest. His Academy training told him that his body was already going into shock.
Finally out of his office, Matt saw the full extent of damage that the Jefferson had recieved. Worse he saw Crewmen Kelly Rosharon crushed underneath hundreds of kilos of debris. Not allowing himself to feel any emotion, Matt crawled towards Rosharon's combadge and activated.
"Me...dikkkkkal emergeeeency....emergeency tr.....ansport to sickbay," Matt ordered the computer.
"Unable to comply, quarentine protocols are in effect"
"Rey....nol.....to....bri......medi.....ency," Matt said before he passed out once again.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Jan 8, 2008 12:14:28 GMT
OOC: I don’t know what attitude my character was having after the explosion, but I’ll go with it. **
Zhukarak was getting impatient by the minute. He began pacing the floor, as much as his infected allowed him too. Suddenly he yelled out for the doctor, not really knowing where he was. “Doc, what is the status of this containment. I need to get the bridge.”
His new counselor, who had been attending to a child, was the first to respond to his outburst. "Excuse me sir, but your attitude is not helping the situation here." Zhuk simply looked at her contemptuously.
She pointed to the child on the biobed. He was sobbing, asking for mother. "You are in charge here. Simple facial expressions in a time of need can mean the difference between portraying confidence or anger." She rubbed the Brigadier's back, as an old friend would do when talking someone out of a statement of excitement.
"I think it would be very productive if you found some time to talk to him." She was talking of the human boy. "He is still upset he cannot rejoin his mother and father, and the comm systems aren't working. A visit from you may change things for the better."
Zhukarak fought back the urge to lash out. He understood how his actions could incur more fear in those around him, and at times it was a calculated performance as a leader. He looked at Thompson for a few seconds before he responded. “Counselor, I appreciate your position and what you’re trying to do. However, this ship is better served when you…in the position of counselor…attend to its crew while I attend to the duties of a captain.” As he finished his sentence, Doctor van Breughel came up to him with his report.
"Captain..Brigadier.." he trailed off. "Sir, how would you prefer I address you?" he finally asked, continuing straight into his report. "I'm afraid I have bad news. The vial that broke in the lab, the one that caused our quarantine.."
He saw Zhuk look up to him expectantly, a hint of fury still in his eyes. Nathan handed the CO the PADD then took a step back to get out of his reach. "It's particularly dangerous to people with blue blood. It's a Bolian virus, and the computer tells me that Andorians are in the danger zone as well. We may need to isolate you, but I'm not particularly fond of doing that, since we're all already exposed."
He wiped the sweat from his brow, taking a few deep breaths. "I'm sure engineering is working on a way to fix life-support, we only have three hours of it. Respirators are malfunctioning so we don't have them as back-up. I also assure you my medical staff is looking for a vaccine for this virus. Since we have it here, there should be one or the lab techs wouldn't have been allowed to work for it. However, with that computer down, we have to search by hand."
A nurse walked up with a system report. Nathan's eyes widened in fear, before he handed the report to Zhuk. "Report from engineering," he gasped, "we don't have three hours. We have only forty-five minutes of air. I am open to suggestions..."
Zhukarak took the PADD his doctor gave him and threw it across the room only for it to end up in several pieces as it bounced of the bulkhead and onto the floor. In an instant Zhuk realized that this was uncharacteristic of him, but for the moment he didn’t care. He was sure he would hear about it from his counselor if they made it through this.
A moment of silence was lingering in the air, with the exception of red alerts, alarms, and crewmen screaming for one thing or another. Zhukarak finally looked at his doctor who flinched another step backwards. “We are doomed in here anyways, even if you find the vaccine. Find the vaccine now, we need to evacuate sickbay and we shall worry about treatment of the crew afterwards…otherwise we are all dead.”
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jan 8, 2008 19:23:38 GMT
"Alright everyone, we have trained hundreds of hours just for this situation," Ensign Jackson said to his team," we need to get the injuried out of here."
"Where are we going to send them?" an anxious looking crewman asked.
"Sickbay is under quarentine at the momnet, so we'll be sending them to Deck 9," Jackson said," don't try a be a hero. This deck is unstable and I'm not going to let you make me look bad."
"Understood," replied the group.
Jackson knew that his rescue team would do as they were trained and save all the lives they could. He himself was scared witless, but at least he was able to hide it well enough. Everything was going as expected until they reached the offices on the deck. It had been the middle of the shift and the deck had been filled with crewmen.
"We have multiple injuries overhere," Jackson yelled so that everyone could here him.
"Ensign what is the situation?" Matt asked once again conscious.
"We hit a minefield," Jackson replied," that is all I know. Now sir please let me treat some of your injuries."
"Who is in charge of the bridge?" Matt asked.
"Here ask them youself," Jackson said handing him his combadge. It seemed that communications had once again been established.
"Reynolds to bridge" Matt asked.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2008 21:13:16 GMT
Nathan shook his head, annoyed that the captain of all people didn't understand. "If we evacuate sickbay, we will spread this across the entire ship. Now, it is contained to this area, where you are the only person at risk at the moment. My Bolian and Andorian nurses, thankfully, were off duty as currently they're assigned to gamma shift, but the Vulcan ones were due on duty several minutes ago."
He sighed miserably. "No matter how much I'd like to take your suggestion, even if you'd make it an order mine still overrules yours. Sickbay is quarantined until I give the all clear, so I suggest you make yourself useful and help us keep the young patients in here calm. Tell them a story if you like, or help me find our vaccine. Everyone here in sickbay needs to be inoculated before they can be released from sickbay."
He went to retrieve the PADD and handed it back to Hrisvalar. "We're running out of air, why don't you try to come up with a way to filter our used air back into the system and purify it? I doubt engineering will have the problem fixed in half an hour, and we're wasting time arguing."
This time, he narrowed his eyes when he looked down at the Andorian. "And I strongly suggest you contain that temper of yours, because you are currently frightening the children. Take example from Miss Thompson, she's doing a good job trying to calm them down."
Turning his back on the Andorian, he walked over to Tamara and rested a hand on her arm, drawing her attention. "Good job counselor," he whispered at her, then showed her a copy of the report he'd shown Hrisvalar. "Any suggestions would be welcome," he whispered, "including damming in his temper. That's something i really could do without at the moment."
Watching her comfort the boy, he then knelt down next to Cyle. "How're you holding up Cyle?" he asked, "entertaining this princess here?" The girl giggled. "Tell me, are you two up to a little game? I got a little puzzle called 'find the virus' and I need you two to help me solve the puzzle by finding 'antidote'. You two think you can help me?"
Nathan smiled down on the child. "Have you got any friends in here who might want to join our game? Why don't you go get them while I talk to your big friend here." He winked at Cyle, his gaze telling the marine to play the game along.
"Cyle, you came to my quarters earlier but left rather abruptly. Did I say something wrong?" The doctor looked truly hurt when he spoke, before changing the subject back to what was important. "Because I could really use your support here, help me find the antidote, before Hrisvalar does something stupid, like breaking quarantine. If that happens, I am forced to get security confine him to the brig and relieve him of duty. And it wouldn't be good for morale if that happened."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2008 17:35:43 GMT
T'Ress glared about at the mess of wires and conduits as time continued to tick away. Precious moments being wasted unto eternity as chaff in the wind...it was a desperate situation and he could not stand the pressure being applied to him. Never the less, he continued his climb until he reached a landed platform, taking his paws to rest upon it in a precarious perch.
Looking about at the brightly colored pipes, they seemed to be dingy and dank - the lights had been cut to conserve power and the explosion had certainly allowed for less than stringent maintenance to be preformed in here. Certainly, there were far more important tasks.
Despite a dense fog that was brewing about with the downed sources of oxygen, the feline did not allow himself at all to be taken in by the site. Rather, he shut his eyes to help him focus on the situation. Certainly standing here was not going to help anyone.
Moving to walk over to a storage facility, he kept his arms out for fear of the entire contraption collapsing from out underneath him. As he touched the door to the storage closet, it simply fell off it's hinges. He made the mistake of allowing his eyes to follow the door on it's tough descent downwards until it fell into a metal hulk many stories below.
Probing through the disheveled contents, the feline discovered his quarry - an operating pair of levitation boots. Though not commonly used, simply because of a lack of a reason to do so, he carefully clipped the white monstrosities to his standard issue service boots with a soft exhalation of relief. Placing his paw to a switch, he felt the jets of the boots come online, allowing him to hover over the platform that was under his form - luckily so for soon this too joined the metal so deep below the cavernous tube.
Grasping one of the fog-emitting pipes, he grunted, forcing it back into duct slot into which it was designed to be implaced. He then split that ducting shaft with his claw, allowing for an opening on it's side that was large enough to fit another life support conduit. Shaking his head, he picked up another flexible tube length and forced it into the makeshift adapter that he had made. With that, he jammed his combadge, biting his lower 'lip.'
"Merrow, this is Commander T'Ress. Repeat, all sickbay personnel, this is Commander T'Ress. I am now feeding pure oxygen into your vicinity. This is a potentially dangerous situation, and fire suppression systems are not online...murr...however, I have no other choice than to let your air supply run dry. Brace yourselves."
=^= What do you think your doing, Commander? You'll have us all killed! =^= came the worried voice of the medic from behind the vale of the communicators.
The steady hum of the boots kept his mind in check whilst listening to the frantic yells. "Murr, Doctor, please, calm yourself. Combustion will only be a concern with sudden movement.."
=^= That's not what I'm talking about! Oxygen at that level is going to cause poisonous reactions! =^=
"Sir, if I may be so bold, you are in a pressurized room."
=^= At ambient pressure of Terra! Divers, for instance, are able to breath that concentration because of pressure... =^=
"Which will be modified to 200,000 Pa due to the effect of the gas injector. Do not fear...I am a profession...I think." And with that, his paw found itself on a mechanical switch, pulling it downwards.
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Post by tamara on Jan 10, 2008 6:25:49 GMT
Frankly, Zhukarak's response was expected. It wasn't welcome, however, and created more of a stir than a simple solution could create. She didn't argue with the Brigadier though. Arguing, in general, was not in her nature.
Nathan thanked her for her persistence in asking Zhukarak to show some temperance. At least someone appreciated her efforts. Zhukarak's quick chastisement of her assessment was an altogether familiar affront to the new Counselor. He had not smiled a single time in her direction within the few months she had been on the ship, and while the Brigadier did not cross paths with the Counselor often, it was almost infeasible that at least once he could not have smiled. These were the little things Tamara noticed. Noticing these little things made her a good counselor.
Honestly, Tamara would have been surprised if Zhukarak had heeded her advice. Only by slowly working at him- while still showing respect - will she ever break his icy exterior. Andorians alike were tough patients to crack. True, Zhukarak wasn't a patient per se. She was, however, assigned the position on his ship, at Starfleet's request no less. She rarely doubted herself, and a simple snap from a grumpy commanding officer did not ruin her day.
And what about the request that 'she do her job', or however he put it? These were the thoughts that went through her mind. The truth was that she was doing her job. The child doesn't know her, and thereby doesn't trust her. The Brigadier is looked upon with a certain level of respect on the ship. A calming word or two from him carried more clout with the children than her warm words of compassion.
Nathan understood, but his attitude made it appear to Tamara that he was more interested in figuratively jabbing Zhukarak into a jolly leader, instead of conditioning him there. The encouragement, therefore, did not reassure her of much, except that Nathan did not have hard feelings for her.
"I have no idea what I am even looking at," Tamara told Nathan after only a quick glance of a padd. She had trained in the Academy for only a few weeks, taking a crash course in ship functions... but for the most part, she was put here to be a Counselor. In emergencies, all she was really good for was grabbing a medical kit and keeping everyone calm.
"I CAN say, that the increased oxygen levels will not cause hyperventilation. And it's Mrs. Thompson." She hesitated as she contemplated jokingly saying "And may no man forget it!", but the emergency situation they were all in did not call for jokes, and she kept her quip to herself.
Tamara was proud that she knew of the hyperventilation bit, but the Doctor clearly knew that already and so it was of no use. All the while, she tended to the children, who were now calming down despite the counterproductive attitude of her superior officer.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2008 7:51:03 GMT
“Acknowledged.” Megan replied, somewhat automatically as Tagert registered all stop. Now they would hopefully be in no further danger to impact a mine, but if there was another vessel or vessels out there, the Jefferson would make an easy target. Even with main power online, at minimum levels only, the ship was far from operating normally. The lights continued to flicker, as the hole in their side continued to radiate power disruptions through the grid, causing power levels to drop and fluctuate. Forcefields were holding, as was the quarantine on sickbay, but the drain on demand was noticeable and created havoc with other systems.
External sensors were now functioning but with the massive disruption caused by the radiation and the power limitations, the readings weren’t particularly helpful. The science officer was positive there were more mines surrounding the heavily damaged Jefferson, but she couldn’t get a positive lock on how many were out there or where they were. From what Megan could tell, there didn’t seem to be any other ships in their general vicinity, but if they were cloaked, as the mines most likely were, it would be extremely difficult to know for sure without full power.
"Excuse me, Commander Garrett." Fingers still flying over the science console, Megan spared the young helmsman a quick glance.
“Yes, Ensign?” she acknowledged, a little more offhandedly than intended.
"Um you may have already thought about this but isn't there some equipment on the lower decks that will neutralize cloaking devises? I don't know if it's usefully in this situation, but I was just wondering." The tone in his voice rather than the words caught the Commander’s attention most, as she looked up at him. He was nervous, as was entirely understandable given the circumstances. With the ship at full stop and impulse engines offline, he had no where to direct his attention.
“You are correct, and that would be quite useful right now; however, with the current instability of the power systems, there isn’t enough energy available to operate the Polaric neutralization beam and the sensors.” Megan replied calmly, before adding. “The short range navigational sensors are still functional and don’t require too much power. Though any mines nearby are probably cloaked, see if you can determine if there are any dangerously close to the Jefferson by checking for voids in the radiation. That would be helpful to know right now.”
<Tag Tagert>
With the navigational officer assisting her with that, Megan turned her attention back to the sensors looking for any signs of a warbird. As long as they were in no immediate danger, they would have to wait until repairs were conducted before resuming the search for the missing Ambassador, and until power levels were stabilized and increased, there was little else for the science officer to do but make sure vital systems received the energy needed to remain operational and use what little power remained to scan for other potential threats.
"Reynolds to bridge"
“This is Garrett. We appear to have hit a mine, Sir. The impact was on deck 8, spreading to decks six through nine. Emergency forcefields are holding. Main power is online, but minimal. Sickbay is currently under quarantine, including Brigadier Hrisvalar. Their life support is damaged, but T’Ress is working on it. There appear to be more mines in the area, but no sign of any other ships. Scans are being hampered by low power levels and residual radiation. We’re at full stop” the science officer reported, trying to relay the vital information quickly.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Jan 10, 2008 11:47:04 GMT
Zhukarak realized that he was in a losing situation. He would have to trust his crew while he was incapacitated within the confines of sickbay. His doctor was right, his counselor was right, if Theel’zhiin was here he would probably agree with them as well. Zhuk suddenly realized Theel’zhiin’s absence. Closing his eyes he concentrated, mentally calling out for his protector and friend, but there was no response. Zhukarak finally resigned himself to not worry about him, it was another matter he couldn’t do anything about.
As a marine Zhuk was trained in battlefield medicine as doctors weren’t always a luxury that the marines could afford at every deployment. Although his knowledge was rudimentary when compared to a full fledged doctor, it was enough to administer life sustaining first aid. If he was going to die, he was going to spend his dying breath trying to heal others.
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Post by tagert on Jan 11, 2008 5:23:57 GMT
"The short range navigational sensors are still functional and don’t require too much power. Though any mines nearby are probably cloaked, see if you can determine if there are any dangerously close to the Jefferson by checking for voids in the radiation. That would be helpful to know right now.” "yes ma'am"Tagert said as he turned to his console. He brought up the sensors with two punches and started scanning. The break in the rad scan was showing movement 200m right to left, and was 700m from the port side of the ship then it sat still, he checked the ships sensors to see if they were drifting but the ship was holding steady at zero. " ma'am I think the mines may be moving I just saw one to port. it,s bearing 327 mark 045." Tom couldn't wait till tomorrow, if he was still alive tomorrow. He would rather be talking to the girl from engineering, eating a chorizo omelet, flirting, laughing, the thought of his eyes blowing out of there sockets being a million par-sects away. still he was in charge of everyone else not getting the eyes blown out today so he concentrated hard on the moving blip to starboard, was it moving again. Tom reported "Commander Garrett the void moved again its now at 180 mark 015. directly behind us holding steady at 700m away it looks like it's big enough to be a big mine or a small shuttle craft." tag Garrett
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jan 11, 2008 6:15:25 GMT
“This is Garrett. We appear to have hit a mine, Sir. The impact was on deck 8, spreading to decks six through nine. Emergency forcefields are holding. Main power is online, but minimal. Sickbay is currently under quarantine, including Brigadier Hrisvalar. Their life support is damaged, but T’Ress is working on it. There appear to be more mines in the area, but no sign of any other ships. Scans are being hampered by low power levels and residual radiation. We’re at full stop” the science officer reported, trying to relay the vital information quickly.
Matt processed the information that was presented to him by the science officer. In his current state he was not capable of running the ship effectively. With Zhukarak quarantined in sickbay both command officers were indisposed.
"Commander Garrett, as of now you are in charge of the Jefferson," Matt replied over the comm," once the quarantine is over Brigadier Hrisvalar will take over once again. I will report back to the bridge as soon as possible."
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The explosion had not been as bad as Matt had previously thought but the fact that there were more mines worried him. The Jefferson was completely defenseless and with the power loss it would not be able to put up any real type of fight.
"How soon will can I report back to the bridge?" Matt replied feeling slightly better from the treatment he was receiving.
"Sorry sir, my best estimate is at least an hour to repair the most extensive damage," Jackson said as he picked up another medical device," it would be a lot faster if we were in sickbay, but we have to do the best we can with what we got."
"I know Ensign," Matt replied," just treat the more seriously injured crewmen. "
"Ensign, please prepare the wounded to be transported," Kristin ordered entering via a Jefferies tube."Set up the transporter buffers immediately."
"Kristin how bad is it?" Matt asked glad to see the transporter chief.
"T'ress is pumping pure oxygen into sickbay," Kristin said placing the buffers near a relative clear area," we're doing the best we can. From my count there are forty five seriously wounded, five casualties and one hundred with minor injuries."
"Pure oxygen?" Matt asked perplexed. Pure oxygen was dangerous to humanoid species, but he had come to trust his chief engineer.
"Alright Matt, lets get you out of here," Kristin said before they were transported to an empty shuttle bay which had been made a temporary sickbay.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2008 22:20:24 GMT
"Mrs Thompson," Nathan obediently repeated, stiffling a smile. He was in no mood for smiles, especially not when T'Ress called in that he was about to flood sickbay with pure oxygen gas. He cried out a response, hoping he wasn't too late to stop the cat's foolish action.
He listened when T'Ress explained what he had hoped to do, then felt pressure increase in sickbay. He had been feeling light-headed from lack of air, but the increase pressure made him feel outright dizzy.
"Tamara, can you keep the children occupied?" he asked, "I promised your little friend a puzzle, why don't you keep them engaged in the puzzle for a while? Perhaps their young minds can come up with something creative we could use. I'll join you in a few minutes, we'll make this a very big game, involve all the staff."
His words were slurred, his vision unfocused as he tried to keep his attention on the counselor. "Air pressure is increased, try keeping them from moving as much as possible." He rubbed his eyes in an attempt to get them to focus.
Nathan beckoned Hrisvalar. "As a marine, I assume you're trained as field combat medic?" The Andorian nodded briefly. "Good, then you're now enlisted as medical staff. I need your help finding a virus, the one that was released when we hit whatever we hit. And, as I made clear before, we need it fast."
The doctor sighed miserably. "First we were going to asphyxiate and now I'm sure this increased pressure will do us in." He rubbed his temples. "I have a headache and I'm dizzy. I don't know how long I'll be able to keep this up, to be honest." He managed a weak smile. "I'm not as young as the majority of my staff...and having a young child does wear you out sooner."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2008 7:34:32 GMT
"Commander Garrett, as of now you are in charge of the Jefferson. Once the quarantine is over Brigadier Hrisvalar will take over once again. I will report back to the bridge as soon as possible."
A quick surge of adrenaline sent her heart racing for a few seconds at the words ‘in charge of the Jefferson,’ but Megan quickly pushed any thoughts or feelings that could distract her away. “Understood, Commander. Garret out.”
"Ma'am I think the mines may be moving I just saw one to port. It’s bearing 327 mark 045." Tagert reported, causing the science officer to immediately pull up what his sensors were showing. It didn’t appear to be moving at the moment, but she trusted the helmsman’s report, which meant things just got a whole lot more complicated. Doing a quick double check to make sure they were indeed at full stop, which they were of course, Megan kept a close eye on the void.
"Commander Garrett the void moved again its now at 180 mark 015. directly behind us holding steady at 700m away it looks like it's big enough to be a big mine or a small shuttle craft." Ensign Tagert informed her.
“I see it…” Garrett replied almost absentmindedly as the…whatever it was…once again came to a stop. A million thoughts running through her head, Megan quickly settled on a plan of action, as well as what to say to help prevent morale on the bridge from falling any lower. “Well, if it were a shuttle or something that could fire on us, it most likely would have done so already.” ‘And there’s not much we could do to stop it right now…’ she added silently before continuing.
“I’m going to assume it’s a mine, though it’s unclear if it’s drifting or has some sort of propulsion system. In that case, Ensign, I’m going to need you to stay on your toes. Keep an eye on it and any other voids within the 1,000km range of the proximity sensors and use the thrusters to do whatever you can to avoid a collision.” Megan ordered.
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Switching her console back to the heavily compromised regular sensors, the science officer briefly pondered the irony that Tagert had just gone from having almost nothing to do to being the only keeping them from getting blown completely to pieces. Still, she trusted him implicitly to do his job. They all had to.
Sensors were still having an incredibly difficult time relaying anything that would be of use, so Commander Garrett decided to see how the vital repairs to sickbay were coming along. “Bridge to Commander T’Ress, what is your status on the repairs to sickbay’s life support systems?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2008 6:27:16 GMT
The feline had now been on the levitation boots for nearly an hour when he moved back to the environmental controls that he had so haphazardly made before. Tapping slightly the pipes he had made, it was clear that he had been hard at work to discover a method by which to aliviate the problems in sickbay once and for all.
Finding a venting pipe, he took the tube length into his paws, examining it with a purr. He had clearly taken it from the wall, leaving a gap in the surfacing that would not soon repair itself. However, in short orders such as these, cleanliness is not exactly a priority. As he had said before, being a Starfleet Engineer certainly was not a task that allowed for the 'right tools for the right job.' Rather, it simply was a position that was all about the reordering of technology to do things that it was not at all designed to do.
Forcing this venting pipe into a wall socket that was next to his makeshift environmental system, he slowly notched the command lever forward to reinstate the force action that the tube was designed to carry. Personally, T'Ress hated manual controls and, should he have it his way, all controls would have been replaced with LCARS in a Starfleet vessel. However, he was thanking his lucky stars that this time they had been in place.
With sweat dripping down his brow, the feline tapped his communicator, "T'Ress to Sickbay. If you can hear me, you shall soon feel the pressure being reduced...murr..." He paused a moment, awaiting a reply, "I have been able to fully stabilize your local environment by way of using a vacuum like suction to reduce pressure, while still feeding a high oxygen content inwards. This should create...murr...create an Earth normal atmosphere." His tail flicked, angry with himself. He felt quite sorrowful that he had to place them through any trouble regarding the abnormal pressures.
Sensors were still having an incredibly difficult time relaying anything that would be of use, so Commander Garrett decided to see how the vital repairs to sickbay were coming along. “Bridge to Commander T’Ress, what is your status on the repairs to sickbay’s life support systems?”
Tapping his badge once more, the feline replied to the Bridge's call, "Merrow, sickbay's life support restored. I'm returning to engineering."
This seemed rather lucky, considering the computer's poorly placed cheerful voice soon chimed back, echoing throughout both the chasms of the dank access hatch as well as the chasms of his mind.
=^= Warp core breech imminent in twelve minutes. =^=
This had long day written all over it.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2008 12:18:52 GMT
Cyle did his best to keep the young girl smiling, and whatever he did seemed to be working. He noticed Nathan and Zhuk going at it once again, but figured the doctor could handle it well enough. When he came to Cyle, he knew something was worse then he had thought.
"How're you holding up Cyle?" he asked, "entertaining this princess here?" The girl giggled. "Tell me, are you two up to a little game? I got a little puzzle called 'find the virus' and I need you two to help me solve the puzzle by finding 'antidote'. You two think you can help me?"
Nathan smiled down on the child. "Have you got any friends in here who might want to join our game? Why don't you go get them while I talk to your big friend here." He winked at Cyle, his gaze telling the marine to play the game along.
"Cyle, you came to my quarters earlier but left rather abruptly. Did I say something wrong?" The doctor looked truly hurt when he spoke, before changing the subject back to what was important. "Because I could really use your support here, help me find the antidote, before Hrisvalar does something stupid, like breaking quarantine. If that happens, I am forced to get security confine him to the brig and relieve him of duty. And it wouldn't be good for morale if that happened."
Becuase Cyle had barely moved since the quarentine went into effect, he was not feeling the same symptoms as some of the others, and an attempt on his part to stand up resulted in a quick dizzy spell, and Cyle shaking his head to clear it up. "I'll see what i can do about this antidote." Cyle said, patting Nathan's shoulder before continuing. "And you told me to leave remember, when Commander Garrett came in" Cyle followed the little girl over to a corner where they began looking for the antidote.
"Merrow, this is Commander T'Ress. Repeat, all sickbay personnel, this is Commander T'Ress. I am now feeding pure oxygen into your vicinity. This is a potentially dangerous situation, and fire suppression systems are not online...murr...however, I have no other choice than to let your air supply run dry. Brace yourselves."
=^= What do you think your doing, Commander? You'll have us all killed! =^= came the worried voice of the medic from behind the vale of the communicators.
The steady hum of the boots kept his mind in check whilst listening to the frantic yells. "Murr, Doctor, please, calm yourself. Combustion will only be a concern with sudden movement.."
=^= That's not what I'm talking about! Oxygen at that level is going to cause poisonous reactions! =^=
"Sir, if I may be so bold, you are in a pressurized room."
=^= At ambient pressure of Terra! Divers, for instance, are able to breath that concentration because of pressure... =^=
"Which will be modified to 200,000 Pa due to the effect of the gas injector. Do not fear...I am a profession...I think." And with that, his paw found itself on a mechanical switch, pulling it downwards.
Although Cyle was not entirely sure what was going onside of sickbay, he did know there was nothing he could do about it, and so figured it would be best to let the cat do his work.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2008 19:07:36 GMT
"Doc come quick!" Hannah beckoned him frantically towards the children's ward. "Saronna's gone int0 shock, suffers renal failure and she stopped breathing."
Nathan stopped what he was doing and tried to think of who Saronna was again. "Ensign Morica's daughter," he breathed, remembering Freddy had taken the girl home once. The girl was his son's age, and though Andorian, very shy and reserved. Morica was half Andorian but her husband was a full-blooded Andorian.
He strode towards the separate ward as fast as the current conditions in sickbay allowed him to. He ignored the call from T'Ress that soon air conditions would be returned to near Earth normal, concentrating on his new patient. "Cyle, keep working with princess on the antidote!" he called over his shoulder. He called the little girl princess because he couldn't remember her name.
At the door, he stopped Hrisvalar from following. "The child is Andorian," he explained, "it's dangerous for you to come with me." When the captain seemed bend on coming along, Nathan scowled at him, placing his right hand flat on the Andorian's chest to keep him at bay. "You're staying here," he ordered, forcefully shoving him back. "Computer, level four forcefield on entrance to children's ward," he orderd, entering his clearance codes.
"I'm sorry sir," he added, watching Hrisvalar climb back to his feet, before hurrying on to Hannah and their patient. With most of sickbay's electronic equipment offline, they had no choice but to resort to manual surgery. "Connect her to the heart-lung machine," Nathan ordered, while a second nurse helped him into his surgical suit and assisted him in getting scrubbed up. "Is she anaesthesized?"
Hannah nodded. "She's been unconscious for the last fifteen minutes and unresponsive." She turned as the monitor beeped. "Heartfailure," she reported, applying the cortical stimulators. "She's back, but weak. We have to hurry doctor."
Nathan was ready. They had to manually suction the fluids from the girls lungs and filter her blood as her kidneys failed to do it. "Intubate," he said, as Hannah proceeded to connect the girl. "I'm making the first incision."
For the next thirty minutes, the medical team worked hard to save the girl's life but in the end she suffered massive organ failure and no matter how hard they tried, she slipped away from them. "Cortical stimulators!" Nathan shapped, after a fourth attempt failed to bring her back.
"Nate, she's gone," Hannah said, stalling his hand as he reached to increase the pulse of the stimulators. "I'm sorry but she's gone."
A sob of immense grief escaped him as he turned away from the girl's dead body. "Time of death sixteenhundred forty hours," he stated miserably as he walked back to the door. "Hannah, put her into stasis until we can properly prepare her for burial," he said as the forcefield disengaged after the room was decontaminated.
Still wearing his bloodied coat and mask, Nathan gazed at Hisvalar. "We lost her," he said, while ripping the mask from his face, tossing it to the deck in grief and anger. This was the first child he'd lost in surgery and it struck him hard. "We tried everything but her body just shut down. I'm sorry."
Nathan sank into the nearest chair, feeling the pressure of the increased atmosphere press down on him. It decreased gradually, but Nathan didn't really notice. "Cyle, did you find anything?" He wiped the tears from his eyes, not wanting to appear weak in front of the one marine whose affection he was trying to win. He sighed again. "Captain, I suggest you contact the bridge and inform them this virus has claimed its first casualty. Assistance from Commander Garrett on finding a cure would be greatly appreciated."
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jan 14, 2008 2:45:41 GMT
"Commander there is nothing more we can do for you,"Jackson said as he approached Matthew," your burns will need to be attended to, but you're out of danger."
"Does this mean I can get back to work?" Matt asked struggling to get back on his feet.
"Yes, but please report to sickbay as soon as you can," Jackson said as he applied a hypospray to Matt's neck," that should help with the pain."
"Alright thanks," Matt said as he grabbed a new vest and walked out of the makeshift infirmary. "Reynolds to Garrett, report!"
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"Understood, I'm on my way," Matt replied as he entered the turbolift.
=^= Warp core breech imminent in twelve minutes. =^=
"Main Engineering!" Matt said as soon as he heard the alarm blaring throughout the ship. The short ride towards engineering seemed to take an unnecessarily long time, but within seconds he had arrived.
"Commander T'ress, where is Commander T'ress?" Matt asked as he reached an engineering console.
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"I'm assuming the problem in sickbay has been resolved?" Matt asked turning to his chief engineer,"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2008 15:18:59 GMT
Cyle was on his knees next to Cassandra, the little girl whom he had been comforting, when he heard Hannah calling for Nathan. Cyle's hand had stopped hurting, but he could tell the swelling had continued and he would need to get his finger looked at before too long. He had made an attempt to get up and help Nathan before being told to keep looking for the antidote. So far, he and Cassandra had managed to sort out all of the vials that had fallen on the floor, and there was no antidote in sight, at least not to Cyle's untrained eyes.
"this would really be simpler if we had a computer we could use." he said, taking a quick break and standing up. "Cyle, did you find anything?" He wiped the tears from his eyes, not wanting to appear weak in front of the one marine whose affection he was trying to win. He sighed again. "Captain, I suggest you contact the bridge and inform them this virus has claimed its first casualty. Assistance from Commander Garrett on finding a cure would be greatly appreciated." Cyle wasn't sure what he could say, other than he was sorry, but he knew that wouldn't help any. When Nathan came back over, Cyle showed him what vials they could find, trying to keep his injured hand out of sight. "This is all that we could find, without a computer i have no way of knowing what is a virus and what isn't."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2008 4:23:39 GMT
=^= Warp core breech imminent in twelve minutes. =^=
The words were still fresh in T'Ress' mind as he started to remove the boots from his foot-paws, having situated himself back in main engineering. That horrible echo was constantly being resurrected throughout his mind with each second that ticked away on his biological chronometer. Each moment was one second closer to oblivion.
His engineering jump suit was drenched with the combination of mist from the environmental controls coupled with the pungent smelling coolant fluid that stemmed from the remainder of the conduits that he had been working with. Exhaling slowly, the feline looked about with a slight of panic evolving in his oculars.
"Commander T'ress, where is Commander T'ress?" Matt asked as he reached an engineering console.
T'Ress turned around at the frantic speech, looking rather disheveled himself. Shaking his head, and thus the fur from his eyes, the rather drowned appearance of the feline only served to make the situation appear more dire. Certainly the comfort that should come from working with a professional was quickly gone.
"Merrow, what is it that you require sir? I do not mean to be rude, but I am rather busy at the moment." Turning to face the opposite side of where he was standing, the cat cried out for a stabilizer to be installed on a warp plasma conduit adjacent to the main warp structure.
"I'm assuming the problem in sickbay has been resolved?" Matt asked turning to his chief engineer.
With a slowly flick of the tail, the Caitian nodded, allowing a bit of saliva to be swallowed in his throat, "That it has - murrr - all life support systems will certainly be normal in the sickbay within around forty more seconds. However, this was not the same...for other components."Not pausing to await his superior officer's response, he politely hoped that his lack of verbal response could, for once, be forgiven. His paws then started to move around the computer console at an unusually slow pace, fearful that any move he gave might cause the warp core breech to be a disastrous explosion with engineers milling around it as though they were bees in a hive.
"Commander, I have to ask you authorize a plan of mine...murr...I ask..." He paused again, collecting his thoughts as beads of the fluid, boiling under his body heat, dripped as though they were beads of perspiration down his form. Each of them followed each slick follicle of fur as they ran over tense muscle.
"I am going to initiate warp core ejection, then evacuate engineering. At that point, I will emplace docking clamps. The suction should alleviate the damage...and keep us with a way to move."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2008 21:10:50 GMT
"Thank you Cyle." Nathan was truly appreciative of the marine's efforts, especially since he had no apparent medical knowledge. Ignoring Tamara's stare, he knelt down beside the marine, leaning his back against the wall. He stretched his legs and rested his head against the wall as well, rubbing his eyes.
He felt miserable and lost and the counselor staring down on him didn't help either. He took a few deep breaths, swallowing a few times and biting back another sob. The doctor felt silly and embarassed, showing so much raw emotion in front of everyone, least of all his commanding officer.
"Here." A cup of water was reached down towards him. Looking up he saw Hannah smile encouragingly, holding down a damp cloth out to him as well. He took them both and wiped his face, before drinking the liquid down. He coughed, his eyes watering.
"That wasn't water," he managed, his voice reduced to a whisper.
"Sure it wasn't," Hannah chuckled, "but you look better."
Nathan sighed as he hoisted himself back up to his feet, using Cyle's shoulder for leverage. "Did you put her in stasis?" Hannah nodded, so Nathan turned to Tamara, while he motioned for Hrisvalar to join Cyle and the girl in the search among the fallen vials. "Counselor, a word if you please?"
He walked a few paces away, waiting for the counselor to catch up. "I made a fool out of myself back there, didn't I?" he asked warily, 'she's the first patient under the age of 18 that I've lost. That girl was Freddy's age, it could easily have been my son..." His voice choked up and he looked away, unable to find his voice again to finish his phrase.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jan 16, 2008 21:31:25 GMT
"I am going to initiate warp core ejection, then evacuate engineering. At that point, I will emplace docking clamps. The suction should alleviate the damage...and keep us with a way to move."
"Will the core be salvageable?" Matt asked afraid that the Jefferson would be stuck in the system defenseless.
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"Alright, eject the warp core," Matt ordered as the engineering crew began to evacuate engineering," Lt. Tagert, we will be ejecting the warp core in a matter of seconds. Move us away to a safe distance as soon as we've cleared the core. I'll be in sickbay briefing the Brigadier."
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Post by tagert on Jan 16, 2008 21:35:11 GMT
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Tom continued to scan the area around the ship for mines. No other radiation voids were in range of the nav sensors. The ship was quiet for now, everyone was waiting on the order to abandon ship, "WARP CORE BREACH IN 7 MINUETS." the only sound on the bridge.
The void in the radiation behind them moved again it swung around to the front of the ship "Commander Garrett. the void is......" Tom was stopped in mid sentence as the view screen came on in in front of him.
"Commander, we got a message in coming." the Communication officer squeaked "On screen." confirmed the commander. "Hello Federation ship. We have noticed that your ship is damaged, may we be of...asistance" the green blooded voice said from the bridge of the cloaked scout ship Surreal.
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"My name is Commander Darius. We have been testing some... experiments in this sector our...warbird detected you. Is every thing...OK?" his Romulan voice cracked with every lie. He was in charge of testing new weapons, the mines were his real experiment. The Romulan high command had diverted the ship the Jefferson was tailing through the mine field to stop them and test there cloaked mines. So far it had worked.
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Post by tamara on Jan 17, 2008 5:41:02 GMT
The Doctor did make a fool of himself, however, it seemed to be his idiom when it came to pressured situations. The first few contacts that Tamara had with Nathan were testaments of his fragile emotional state. There was a reason why Starfleet had strict regulations for its crew, and the civilian doctor exemplified the reasoning behind that training.
"You are under a lot of pressure." Tamara said, consoling the Doctor. She would mention is fragility at another time, instead focusing on getting the Doctor figuratively back onto his feet. "There was nothing that could be done here, and I don't think anyone would have reacted differently." That statement, however, was a bit of a stretch. Nathan needed the encouragement, though, if there were to be a cure. As sensitive as he was to the subtleties of medicine, he was a good - no, best - doctor on board. They would need his objective expertise.
Tamara was the best suited, obviously, to submerge his emotional subjectivity... but how? Zhukarak was clearly not in the mood for her counseling talk, as every attempt made to talk to the Brigadier ended in her being told to do her job. What he didn't realize was, she was always doing her job. Nathan seemed to act differently around the Andorian commanding officer anyway... perhaps it was because he was a marine? No matter- asking Zhukarak to boost the emotional state of Nathan was out of the question.
"I think the best thing for you to do at this point, Nathan, is to turn around and start looking for a cure. Otherwise, the death of the girl," Tamara found no reason not to be blunt, "will have gone in vane." She had kept her voice low as to not remind the others of what had just transgressed.
It was not common that such a speech worked on someone, but it was the first step to having the Doctor realize that the world is not in his hands, even though it is his sickbay.
The ship shook violently and the emergency lights flickered. The holo-emitter that contained the three dimensional puzzle of the USS Jefferson fell onto the floor, the image of the pieces dissolving as the emitter broke. A few scattered lines of phased photons could be seen trying desperately to create an image, but it only created a spooky green glow. When the lights went back on, Tamara picked up the emitter, hoping all wasn't lost. It was the one thing keeping everyone's focus off of the problems at hand.
The warp core had been ejected- at least that was the rumor floating around sickbay. Instead of bowing to her curiosity, she remained well-poised and willing to help wherever necessary. The doctor, in the mean time, had regained whatever confidence he had in himself during the slight power interruption, and got back to work.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2008 6:26:18 GMT
"Merrow, sickbay's life support restored. I'm returning to engineering."
“Acknowledged, Commander; Garret out.” Megan replied before closing the channel and breathing a sigh of relief. The last thing she wanted was for Brigadier Hrisvalar, not to mention everyone else in sickbay, to run out of air with her in command of the bridge. Unfortunately, her tough first day in ‘command’ was just beginning.
"Reynolds to Garrett, report!"
“This is Garrett. T’Ress reports sickbay life support systems have been repaired. We’re continuing to monitor the sensors, and Lieutenant Tagert is prepared to maneuver us to avoid a collision with additional mines if necessary.”
"Understood, I'm on my way.” Reynolds replied before closing the channel.
With the first officer on his way, Megan relaxed slightly, but the reprieve was very short lived as the computer sounded the warning of a warp core breach.
=^= Warp core breech imminent in twelve minutes. =^=
With another sigh, Commander Garrett once again began opening a channel to speak with the chief engineer, but at that moment, she was notified that there was an incoming transmission, and the face of a middle-aged Romulan who appeared far too pleased with himself, appeared on the viewscreen
"Hello Federation ship. We have noticed that your ship is damaged, may we be of...assistance?" the Romulan Commander asked, but his voice was far from helpful. His entire demeanor screamed that he was up to something, which along with the fact he was Romulan almost immediately set Megan on edge, as if the situation wasn’t already nerve wracking enough as it was.
Smiling as diplomatically as she could manage, the science officer stepped away from her station to the command center. “Thank you for your kind offer, Commander; however, we have the situation well in hand. May I ask who I am speaking with, so I may know who it is I’m thanking?”
"My name is Commander Darius. We have been testing some... experiments in this sector our...warbird detected you. Is every thing...OK?" Darius asked. Megan had to do everything she could not to roll her eyes. The Romulan was incredibly transparent, and either had very little experience with diplomacy or was too pleased with the damage inflicted on the Jefferson to care that it was so blatantly obvious he was lying. Exactly what he was lying about wasn’t quite so clear…
With the unwavering smile still in place, Garrett replied, “Everything is under control here, Commander Darius; thank you again for your concern. Your experiments have given us a perfect test for our emergency response systems and our personnel, which do appear to be functioning as expected. It is fortunate for both of us that we were not damaged more severely, as the destruction of a Federation starship, even accidentally, would surely draw a great deal of attention to this sector and most likely interfere with your little…experiment.”
Neither Darius nor Megan blinked for a moment, clearly sizing each other up. Someone on the bridge had the common sense to mute the warnings about the impending warp core breach, and with the high levels of radiation resulting from the collision with the mine, the Romulan vessel was most likely unable to ascertain exactly how much damage had been inflicted on the Jefferson, at least that’s what Commander Garrett was counting on.
After a few moments, seeming to realize Megan wasn’t about to give anything else away, Commander Darius nodded. “That would clearly not be in either of our best interest. If you find that you do require assistance, please feel free to contact us and we will be happy to render aid, as this was clearly a misunderstanding.”
“Thank you once again, Commander for your generous offer. I will certainly keep that in mind.” Megan replied firmly, before signaling for the channel to be closed.
As the Romulan vanished from the viewscreen, the voice of Commander Reynolds once again came across the comm systems. "Lt. Tagert, we will be ejecting the warp core in a matter of seconds. Move us away to a safe distance as soon as we've cleared the core. I'll be in sickbay briefing the Brigadier."
“Acknowledged, Commander. Be advised, we were just contacted by a Romulan Commander offering us aid. He claimed that the minefield was an experiment and that the Jefferson being damaged was just a misunderstanding. He was clearly lying at least our damage being an accident, if not more.” Megan reported, jumping in to allow Tagert to prepare for core ejection and hesitating momentarily before adding. “I realize ejecting the core is a last resort, and if there were another way we wouldn’t be considering it, but that does put us in a very uncomfortable situation with the high probability of a warbird nearby.”
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"Will the core be salvageable?" Matt asked afraid that the Jefferson would be stuck in the system defenseless.
The feline started to speak slowly, shaking his head at the inquiry presented unto him. In his usual, purring manner he began to tell Matt that he in fact was not going to eject the warp core - what was going to happen was that the docking clamps were going to hold onto it while the bay opened for ejection, thus cooling down the core. However, he was cut off when speaking.
"Alright, eject the warp core," Matt ordered as the engineering crew began to evacuate engineering," Lt. Tagert, we will be ejecting the warp core in a matter of seconds. Move us away to a safe distance as soon as we've cleared the core. I'll be in sickbay briefing the Brigadier."
"But sir!" the feline started to call out, to no avail. The call had already been made and the ship was probably already coming into a state of alert. Something he believed himself to be powerless to stop - a miscommunication was a very powerful thing.
Therefore, he submitted himself only to working faster to accomplish the task before him. Making note to call over the communications system, he limited his call to engineering with a command to evacuate the deck. He, however, would remain in place.
He viewed the scurrying engineering and operations officers below him as a taskmaster overviews his servants toiling off in the field. Shaking his head once again as the last officer left his station, he climbed down the stairs whilst staring over the entire engineering deck. It certainly was a strange feeling to be standing here, alone, completely separated from the rest of the crew. Even the dead man's watch after most had gone to bed was not this lonely.
Shaking off the symbolics of the occasion, the feline most unceremoniously hit the control that allowed the containment field to form at twice it's size around the warp core. Simultaneously he depressed a control that permitted the emergency hatch to slide open. There was nothing, besides the containment field, to stop him from the relentless march of destruction the vacuum of space provisioned as it sucked on the corridor, drawing with it the dangerous, overheated plasma.
His form began to be bathed in radiation as he stood there, emanate in the dying, blue light of the warp engine. As the last bits of plasma were drawn out in the dance of horror before the feline's eyes, he felt the effects of the radiation upon him. His fur began to splinter and falter under the invisible heat whilst the artificial wind blew back his fur. As he rippled in this wave, the deed was done. The docking clamps had sustained the warp core.
And the door closed over.
Grasping his combadge, the Caitian began to speak again, "To all hands, this Commander T'Ress. Do not panic - the warp core has not been ejected. Murr...there will be no breech. Full power will be restored in time measured in hours."
And as he felt himself buckling to his knees, he tapped the badge once again, "Medical....medical emergency in main engineering..."
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Post by tagert on Jan 18, 2008 8:25:10 GMT
As the Romulan vanished from the view screen, the voice of Commander Reynolds once again came across the comm systems. "Lt. Tagert, we will be ejecting the warp core in a matter of seconds. Move us away to a safe distance as soon as we've cleared the core. I'll be in sickbay briefing the Brigadier."
“Acknowledged, Commander. Be advised, we were just contacted by a Romulan Commander offering us aid. He claimed that the minefield was an experiment and that the Jefferson being damaged was just a misunderstanding. He was clearly lying at least our damage being an accident, if not more.” Megan reported, jumping in to allow Tagert to prepare for core ejection and hesitating momentarily before adding. “I realize ejecting the core is a last resort, and if there were another way we wouldn’t be considering it, but that does put us in a very uncomfortable situation with the high probability of a warbird nearby.”'Hell yha it uncomfortable.' Tom said in his mind. The thought of a Deridex class monstrosity lurking in the dark, no warp core with minimal sensors and practically no shields or phaser power, was enough to worry even the most seasoned officer. This was his first trip on the Jefferson into deep space, he was a competent pilot and officer but he still didn't know his ship mates very well and his complete trust had not yet been earned. punching a few buttons he brought up thruster control then crossed it with the sensors in the panel below, he scanned the area finding no obstructions so he plotted the first part of his course: -Z 400m +200 that would drop the ship down hopefully below the mines, wile moving slightly forward time was 3sec, then from there it would all have to be manual because he couldn't see that far with short range sensors. The ship rattled a little, Toms arms felt like they were shaking, but it was just the blood running though them, his pupils dilated from the endorphins that had been knocked loose from somewhere in his body and then the com system came on. It was J'varr, he hadn't ejected the core he had just vented the plasma. Tom had been so charged for his first evasive maneuver (well evade the explosion anyway). His head throbbed the vanes in his neck hurt, he was out of breath, his breathing made him utter an odd sound like an old man trying to keep him self from falling to the ground "hurruuhum" he grabbed the console the steady himself. 'whew!' he thought, 'looks like were making it home this time... Well maybe.' tag tag tag your it (any one)
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