Matthew Reynolds
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"It's good to have an end to a journey towards; but it is the journey that matters in the end."
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Dec 19, 2007 7:38:03 GMT
"I'm going with the assumption that this is not a natural phenomon Commander," Matt said as he entered the turbolift next to him," please report to the bridge."
(T'ress)
Matt was having serious doubts about the distortions. They were indeed looking for this ship, but what are the chances that they would do it so easily. The Romulans never did anything easy. For all they knew the Elder had been transferred to another ship.
"Helm take us into the into the next system, increase speed by thirty five percent," Matt ordered as he entered the bridge.
"Aye, changing direction and increasing speed," was the helm's response.
"Reynolds to all senior bridge officers, report to the bridge immeditaley," Matt ordered as he took the captain's chair," Sgt. Carrera prepare your marines for possible contact."
"Lt. T'ress I want to begin immediate scans of the sector, I don't want to be surprised," Matt said as soon as Lt. T'ress entered the bridge."
(T'ress)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2007 7:38:07 GMT
"I'm going with the assumption that this is not a natural phenomon Commander," Matt said as he entered the turbolift next to him," please report to the bridge."
"Lt. T'ress I want to begin immediate scans of the sector, I don't want to be surprised," Matt said as soon as Lt. T'ress entered the bridge."
T'Ress had awaited to meet up with Matt on the Bridge before he gave his reply. Nodding to the officer as he moved to prep his own engineering console, and thus to disable the medical link, he raised a paw to beckon him over.
"I agree with that assumption and would care to add something to it." Being a predator, his tail flicked a bit as if to distract the eyes of prey. There was clear something intent within his latest thought.
"I am sure you, like me, are thinking this is too easy...meerow...I have a hypothesis as to that agreement just as well. Instead of it being too easy to find them I would propose that we are supposed to find this ionic subspace distortion. A sort of trap laid by them - I know few races more clever than the Romulans and we understand that they are the undisputed masters of espionage."
With a final flick of his tail, there was a soft nod to punctuate his thought before moving on to the second item that the officer had requested of him.
"I take it that I am authorized to use tachyon scanning techniques? Murr..."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2007 0:04:31 GMT
After the doctor assured her that he was indeed fine, Megan left sickbay wanting to stop by the lab to run a few more scenarios before starting her shift on the bridge. However, her trip was cut short when the call came through for senior officers to report the bridge. Fortunately, she’d still been in the turbolift, so Commander Garrett merely redirected her request and after a change in direction, the doors opened onto the bridge a few moments later.
Moving to her station, glancing between Matt and J’Varr for a moment trying to see if she could determine what was going on from their body language, Megan pulled up current sensor sweeps to find very similar distortion to the one from the Romulan shuttle they’d been trying to find. Frowning, as this development seemed to be a bit too convenient, the science officer immediately began initiating an in-depth comparison to try and determine if this really was from the shuttle.
None of her calculations had the shuttle anywhere near this location. It didn’t make any sense for the shuttle to go this way, as there was pretty much nothing of any interest in this region, and it wasn’t on any sort of direct route to Romulan space or Vulcan. “I’m running an extensive analysis to try and determine if the distortions are naturally occurring or not, as well as if they are consistent with those produced by the shuttle’s engines. I should hopefully no more once the comparison is complete.” Megan reported while scanning the data on her screen.
“Also, I’ve been running some complex calculations to determine possible flight paths as well as potential destinations. Leaving the nebula at this point never came up as an option, as there really isn’t anything nearby that would be of any interest. All that’s in this region are quiet, unremarkable, unpopulated or pre-industrial systems. I’m not entirely sure what sort of purpose coming here would have.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2007 20:04:38 GMT
After watching Megan leave, and making sure the big dog was nowhere near, Nathan walked out of his office and joined Thompson at the brigadiers bed. He had barely gotten a word out before the two started an argument between themselves and the brigadier himself. Sighing, Nathan walked away from the two, he had other work to attend to.
At the briefing the Andorian had mentioned a Romulan diplomat, possibly abducted by a Debrune faction. Or something like that, Nathan couldn't entirely remember what exactly it was. But he would have to be ready should this Romulan be injured or worse. And that required recalibrating one of the biobeds and keep it vacant just in case.
Sighing once more, he knelt beside the biobed and opened up the side panel to it. Recalibrating a biobed was something he should be able to do himself. He started when he heard a loud bark behind him, then yelped as he burned his fingers on the wiring. "Nurse that is enough!" he yelled over his shoulder, "get that creature out of my sickbay, now!"
He heard the nurse yell something back about cats, but he ignored it. He blew on his fingers, trying to get the sting out of them, then looked at the bed. It was shorted through and there was nothing he could do about it now. "Sickbay to Commander T'Ress, could you please send someone to have a look at one of my biobeds? The circuits are fried."
He fell over when the dog jumped on him, teeth bared and growling. "Nurse!" he cried, but he got no answer. Nathan froze when the growling intensified, holding his breath in fear. "Counselor!" he called, "please get this dog out of here!" He the dog might bite if he moved, so he remained motionless until someone would hopefully remove the canine.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2007 20:23:49 GMT
"Sickbay to Commander T'Ress, could you please send someone to have a look at one of my biobeds? The circuits are fried."
The feline nodding, and bidding himself to those around him, he stood up. Upon tapping his communicator, he began to speak into it after a bit of a purr, "I will be there myself in a moment."
With another operations division officer moving to take his position at the bridge engineering console so that he would be free to move, he properly saluted and began to step into the turbolift with a request for sickbay. As the doors slid open, he raised a brow, stepping out with a bit of a second purr that turned rather quickly into a yelp.
Having not moved quickly enough out of the way of the path of the door, T'Ress had gotten his tail stuck into it. The turbolift, noticing that something had been jammed into it, slid open and tossed the sore appendage back at his owner who softly stepped into the hallway.
That aformentioned owner of that tail gingerly made it to sickbay, looking around for the biobed that was in need of repairs. Reaching towards for his PADD, he searched a bit for a freed schematic of such a biological device.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2007 20:33:14 GMT
"T'ress!" Nathan called, spotting the furred paws that padded right past him. The dog growled, saliva dripping from his fangs as he remained standing over the frightened doctor. Nathan wasn't sure how the feline chief engineer thought about dogs, but the dog obviously didn't mind man-sized felines.
A crooked tail lashed by and Nathan wondered why the feline wasn't responding. Would he risk moving and being bitten by the dog or would he just lie still and wonder if someone might rescue him.
Suddenly, the dog yowled and sped away. Having no idea who or what had scared the dog, Nathan dusted off his clothes and climbed back to his feet. He found T'ress hunched over the biobed. "The circuit's fried," Nathan explained, showing his burnt fingers. "I tried recalibrating it for Romulans, given that we are about to rescue a Romulan diplomat. A dog attacked me and I burned my fingers, shorting out the entire bed. Could you please fix it, and recalibrate it while you are at it?"
Nathan smiled uncomfortably, resisting the urge to pet the tall feline. "I may have a surprise for you when you're done. Come to my office when you are."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2007 20:43:44 GMT
T'Ress at first did not at first hear the call of the doctor. Rather, he was focused only on that canine - the natural prediction for felines to have a bad taste in their mouths regarding that sort of animal was seizing control of his psyche for a moment or two before he quickly sped these emotions from his mind and allowed the call to permeate himself.
Leaning over the biobed, the feline took to his PADD once more, examining in comparison what was being shown and what was being laid out before him.
"I tried recalibrating it for Romulans, given that we are about to rescue a Romulan diplomat. A dog attacked me and I burned my fingers, shorting out the entire bed. Could you please fix it, and recalibrate it while you are at it?"
"I understand, and I believe that I can, but you do realize that such a recalibration could be done without any physical modifications to the hardware..meeroow...are you going to be alright? Was the burn serious at all?"
With a nod, he leaned through as he slowly began a subspace link between the PADD that he was holding and the communications software that had been hardwired into the biobed's architecture. It was not a difficult job by any stretch of the word and therefore he found it rightly to rush it. Romulans were not a species that hid their physiology, even if they did hide everything else, and the case was not like trying to recalibrate it for a Klingon or Breen - one might look in fact and say that T'Ress was doing nothing for visually it would seem so.
Nathan smiled uncomfortably, resisting the urge to pet the tall feline. "I may have a surprise for you when you're done. Come to my office when you are."
With a nod to the bed, and a shut of a panel, the feline raised his large frame up from his position and slowly began to move to the office that had been prescribed.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2007 21:23:00 GMT
Nathan smiled and walked off to his office, catching the feline's tail in his hand, giving it a brief pat before walking on. It was almost Christmas and he had something in his office he knew the feline would enjoy.
The doctor didn't know if the Caitian was even familiar with the concept of Christmas, but he was going to chance it that he was. He looked up when the feline walked in, his tail and whiskers drooping a little. "Commander are you all right?" he asked, nodding towards the tail. He got up and reached toward it, grabbing his tricorder with his other hand. "May I?"
At the feline's brief nod, Nathan reached for the tail and scanned it. "Did you catch it on something?" he asked, "your tail is bruised. Nothing I can't fix though." He grabbed the dermal regenerator and quickly fixed the cat's tail. "Now, for the surprise."
The Human smiled as he reached into a drawer in his desk. "Here." He held out a ball of green yarn with one hand, then offered him a bright red, white rimmed item with a large ball at the end of it. "This is supposed to go on your head," Nathan explained, placing the santa's hat on the feline's head, his ears sticking out between two gaps that were cut out for them.
"It looks better on your than it does on me," he chuckled, "and merry christmas."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2007 4:42:53 GMT
He grabbed the dermal regenerator and quickly fixed the cat's tail.
With a flick of the newly healed tail, the Caitian smiled gently, "I am glad that you were about to cure that rather embarrassing ailment of mine. To be totally honest...I jammed my tail into the turbolift door by accident - I had not gotten out of the way fast enough...murr."
Exhaling as he took a seat, his eyes grew very wide at the site of the yarn. Taking it in a most grateful manner he started to bat it around gently between his paws. So grateful was this action that he did not balk as the hat was crowned upon his head. Rather, this was met with a lopsided, feline grin.
"Doctor...murr...I am very impressed. I had feared we were enemies. You know that I am a student of the past and all..I had thought that we were starting to have the dynamic of a pair of gentlemen by he name of Spock and McCoy."
Purring slowly, he bowed his head with shut eyes, "I really do not know how I might thank you."
Smiling slowly, "If I understand your traditions....Merry...Merry Christmas, Doctor."
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Post by tamara on Dec 23, 2007 20:11:29 GMT
Nathan cried for help from the seemingly harmless dogs, to which Tamara only responded. "This thing is harmless." to Zhukarak. The dog fled on its own, much to the dismay of Nathan, who saw that the counselor was unwilling to go to bat for him on the trivial matter.
"Are your fingers OK?" Tamara asked, seeing smoke come from the biobed that Nathan was working on. The man was clearly not an engineer - nor was he a Starfleet officer. His idea of modifying the beds himself was foolish. Tamara was not one to judge out loud though, as she probably would have suffered the same fate. She was only as technical as she needed to be to pass the academy. No more, no less.
She turned back to Zhukarak, looking at the scans above his bed. "It says your antennae infection is going away. I'm sure you will be released soon." That was the truth this time, not just buttering him up for happiness. The best thing at this point would be to seperate the two men, both of whom did not seem pleased to be in each other's company. That was Tamara's perception anyway.
J'Varr arrived, to which Tamara smiled warmly. The furry officer was told of the situation, save the burned fingers, and went to work. Tamara stayed to the side, talking to Zhukarak as she watched.
"Doctor?" she said, pulling Nathan aside. "Can you relook at his readings again. I think he's alright to leave." She pointed to the monitor next to the bed showing the decrease in foreign pathogens. She smiled at Zhukarak when she did it. She was once again fighting for his release, and hopefully he would remember her kindness.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2007 20:37:22 GMT
Hiding his burnt fingers in the pocket of his coat, Nathan walked out of his office, smiling as he watched T'Ress leave. The feline was still wearing the merry Christmas hat, his ears sticking out at either side. He hadn't heard Thompson call for him and gasped when he was bodily pulled aside.
Seeing his commanding officer sitting up, his complexion less pale as before and his antennae slightly drooped, Nathan sighed. "He is indeed getting better," he acknowledged, after studying the readings on the display. He walked over to the Andorian. "This may feel a little uncomfortable," he warned as he proceeded to examine his antennae, "please try to move them as little as possible. One wrong move may deprive you of your senses."
Seconds later, he backed away a few paces. "The infection to your antennae has been reduced, the medication I have given you has caught on. However I would advise you to remain in sickbay for the next four hours, so that you won't suffer a relapse. You may access the terminal beside your bed to catch up on ship's business if you wish, but you may not leave that bed until I tell you to. I still have not discovered the source of your illness."
He glared at Thompson, not sure why she was acting the way she did. She had seemed almost amused when the dog had pinned him to the deck. "And my hand is all right, thank you counselor. Now please excuse me, I have work to do. I have to catch up on my Romulan medical knowledge." He issued her a curt nod, bid his CO good day and returned to his office. He also still had to send Megan all information he had on the Debrune.
So far he had everything filed away but hadn't had the time to send it yet. Seating himself at his terminal, he called up the gathered information and sent it off. "Nathan to Commander Garrett. You should be receiving the information you requested any second now. If you have any queries, I will meet you in science lab two in an hour."
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Post by tagert on Dec 25, 2007 5:09:35 GMT
T.J. woke up in his quarters like a stranger in someone else's bed. He staggered to the mirror to see his jaw was covered with hair. 'Man I love to shave, but only every now and then tomorrow back to the suppressors.' he thought. The cold zing of the old fashion strait edge razor touched his chin and bringing it up toward his lower lip he removed the shaving lather and hair, excavating a thin goatee from the fine hairs on his chin then removing that he thought 'Maybe I'll grow it out when it gets thicker' he rinsed his face, dressed and headed for the door, attaching his com badge on the way to the mess hall for breakfast. He rubbed the smudges off of his communicator, as he sat down with his bowl of Captain Crunch Berry's, and read a padd about the new nav console about to be upgraded on the bridge.
the milk in his cereal tasted sour, he scanned the room with a with a bitter beer face. A short girl with rather wide thighs and a cute face saw him and let out a quick laugh that sounded like someone had hit her. Tom swallowed the spoiled milk and pushed the bowl away.
The girl with the rather wide hips and cute face wearing a yellow collard uniform he figured she was an engineer because she didn't have the demeanor of a security officer. she was a lt. And Tom couldn't help but watch here walk away, her brown hair bounced with every stride. He told him self tomorrow when I see her I'll introduce my self.
As he headed for the bridge he practiced introducing himself "Hi I'm TJ, NO.... Sir. Lt. JG Tagert NO....... Hey beautiful Too forward ..... excuse me, Hi I'm Tom are you eating by yourself? no? Then you want me to eat breakfast with you?" uh too creepy Is anyone setting here? You mind? hi I'm Tom. Yeah... he entered the turbo lift with red cheeks as it was full of people and they had heard some of the thinks he was saying. "BRIDGE." he said with the slightest crack in his voice as he smiled at being caught. Each person got to there deck and exited the lift till there was only Tom and another bridge officer, the doors opened and he was released from his cage of shame and onto the bridge to relieve the other helms man.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2007 22:40:52 GMT
After a few minutes of work, Megan was almost positive that they were indeed picking up the distortion from the Romulan shuttle. The ion trail was weak in some places but clear enough to give them a vague path to follow. The new helmsman, Tagert, was doing a good job following the broken trail, but Garrett was on edge. It felt like they were following a trail of bread crumbs, and considering it was most likely left behind by Romulans, she couldn’t imagine it leading anywhere good. T’Ress had just reappeared on the bridge and moved to his station, probably watching the sensors just as she was. The atmosphere was tense and everyone was one edge as the navigations officer carefully picked his way through space using the occasional distortion to help guide them.
“Sensors aren’t detecting anything within range.” Megan reported cautiously, “But that doesn’t mean there isn’t anything out there.” The last part was probably unnecessary, but the science officer felt almost certain they were being led somewhere and didn’t like that one bit. For a few minutes there was absolutely silence on the bridge as all eyes were glued to the sensors. Then the ion trail grew strong and distinct briefly, and Commander Garrett thought perhaps they would be able to determine the shuttle’s course, but that hope was short lived.
The ship lurched suddenly, throwing everyone to the floor as the vessel shuttered with a massive explosion. Everything all went dark for a moment with the exception of the virtual shower of sparks that seemed to be coming from every console within sight. The deck was tilted slightly as Megan managed to pull herself to her feet and gripped the console to hold her balance. Emergency power kicked in, illuminating the console in front of her, though information was limited and the news wasn’t good.
“Impact on deck 8, it looks like we hit some sort of explosive. It went right through our shields, tearing a hole across decks 6-9; emergency forcefields are holding. Main power is offline, shields, weapons, and impulse engines are down. We’re adrift.” Garrett reported, frantically trying to pull up information from external sensors, but they too were offline. They were dead in the water, and Tagert was frantically trying to keep them level with minimal power to thrusters.
“Sensors are down; I’m not able to read anything. There could be a whole fleet of warbirds out there, and I wouldn’t know it T’Ress, we need power to short range sensors.” Megan informed the chief engineer, frustration clear in her voice.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2007 23:18:50 GMT
Nathan had dozed off in his office, one of his cats lying across his lap, purring softly. Thompson was still with the brigadier, who had consented, reluctantly, to remain in sickbay for a few more hours. The counselor had attempted to come talk with him a few times, but Nathan had resolutely shown her the door. He was in no mood to talk to her now, all he wanted right now was a quiet moment to himself, without patients.
His son would soon be brought to sickbay, before his shift ended and Nathan was looking forward to spending some time with the boy. He yelped as suddenly the cat dug his nails into his leg, then found himself flying across his office as the ship was apparently hit, though he had no idea by what. From Nathan's perspective, the ship could've hit or have been hit by anything.
Sickbay went completely dark, and Nathan heard several patients cry out in fear. Crawling back to his feet, he managed to exit his office without falling down again. "Trauma teams report!" he cried out, "get the back-up systems operational!"
Nathan turned to the counselor and the captain. "Counselor, your presence here is important. Patients are frightened. Sir, if you can help us calm the patients down that'd be appreciated." He would understand, of course, if Hrisvalar chose to return to the bridge instead. Then he spotted Cyle Johnson and wondered when the marine had entered sickbay. "Major Johnson, your efforts in keeping my patients and staff calm and safe would be appreciated as well."
A piercing scream resounded from the medical lab and Nathan raced towards the source of the scream. One of the nurses was lying on the floor, covered by the contents of an unidentified sample. Flipping open his tricorder, Nathan took a few readings and frowned. This sample had definitely not belonged to his specimens and it was highly virulent, and airborne.
"Computer, seal off sickbay!" he shouted to get above the noise, "erect level six forcefield and declare sickbay a quarantined area. Initiate quarantine protocols!"
=^=protocols initiated, air circulation adapted and forcefields erected. Sickbay is now under quarantine.=^=
Nathan returned to the counselor and Hrisvalar. "I'm afraid you won't be returning to the bridge," he announced. "We have an unknown, highly virulent agent airborne in sickbay. As of now, we are in quarantine. I suggest you contact the bridge and ask them what happened."
He saw the Andorian turn a darker shade of blue, his unaffected antenna twitching uncontrollably in anger. "I'm sorry," he added, "but anyone trying to leave sickbay will be shot on order of security. Anyone trying to leave automatically becomes a security risk. EV suits are out of the question, so much as a tear can infect the entire ship."
=^=Warning, quarantine protocols in effect=^= the computer warned =^=Sickbay life support damaged. Estimated air supply, three hours.=^=
Nathan swallowed as fear overcame him. Would he see his son again? He glanced up at Cyle, who was casting him an odd look. "Cyle," he started, then looked away. He couldn't do it, not in front of the counselor and the commanding officer.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2007 5:16:55 GMT
The ship lurched suddenly, throwing everyone to the floor as the vessel shuttered with a massive explosion.
As the feline engineer regained his wits and stood from his console, he looked around slowly, making sure that there were no fires on the bridge before returning to his consoles. "Computer...murr...assign damage control teams per the list made up by the Executive Officer's Report...murr, access T'Ress-Niner-Niner-Gamma."
Having done his bit to make sure the vessel doesn't fly into pieces, he looked back at his bridge engineering console with a glare of shock. The explosion had damaged the environmental controls, and they required immediate stabilization if life support was going to remain online. Of course, the routing of resources from one application to another meant that the giving application was naturally going to loose some aspect of it's functionality. J'Varr had only hoped that unnecessary systems such as the library computer would remain at least largely unnecessary for the time being. Otherwise...they were in for a surprise.
“Sensors are down; I’m not able to read anything. There could be a whole fleet of warbirds out there, and I wouldn’t know it T’Ress, we need power to short range sensors.”
His tail crooking slowly, the feline nodded to Garrett in acceptance of her order, "Aye, ma'am. I will do what I am able to."
Returning to the turbolift, he requested engineering, and impatiently waited as the taxed lift sped him to his destination. Upon entry, his glance met with the earlier assigned teams designated to keep damage down. Smiling a bit to himself, he exhaled slowly as he stood and straightened his uniform out.
As decent a job as they were doing, it would certainly not make an ailing warp core. Standing erect, the feline's ears curled to the back of his head as he overlooked the deck. Sans his usual purr, he looked around and began to bark orders, "Look alive there! Stabilizers don't install themselves! I need a choke on regulator clamps six and eight."
Rushing to the reaction chamber, T'Ress hit a pressure plate that slid the dilithium crystal matrix load drawer open. Smoke rising from it, he batted his paw in front of his countenance before looking down at the melted crystals. These certainly were not going to reform cleanly.
Much of engineering on a Starfleet vessel was not getting things to be run well. Rather, it was getting things to perform tasks that they were not intended to do. And it was with that thought in mind that he hatched his next plan.
Having opened the computer console below the reaction chamber, he quickly and rather haphazardly pulled a number of isolinear chips from the matrix while verbally ordering the system to resume by way of the central computer. Snapping the chips into many pieces, they presented themselves with a stressed, crystaline pattern when broken. And it was these shards that he inserted back into the reaction alignment.
Pushing the drawer closed, he ordered the forcefield retained as the warp core was restarted. Having aligned the injection ports, the warp core was then forced into a cold start, placing a balanced implosion onto the makeshift crystals.
Tapping his combadge, the feline finally emitted a purr, "T'Ress to bridge. You should have main power. I would attempt the sensor scan now."
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Post by tagert on Dec 30, 2007 5:30:00 GMT
An indescribable odder that like flesh or fingernail when burnt leaves a terrible taste in your nostrils. The smell of burnt hair, was the second thing that Tom noticed after his console came back to life, the first was that his captains ship was skidding across space at 90 degrees to starboard.
Tapping the right rear ruder, the ship slowly swung till her bow was pointed the direction she was moving, then to counter a left turn, her left rear ruder was activated to compensate. The burnt hair was his eyebrows he figured them gone but wasn't too concerned at the moment. With main power down you could really feel the momentum the series of thrusts created psst... psst... pssst... pssst... PSst... then with a few burst of reverse thrust The lady Jefferson came to a stop.
There were orders flying all over the ship from every station. Every officer and crew man had something to do. The work crew coming in, was on the bridge to reset any consoles that had blew their ISO chips. The short girl with the rather wide thighs and cute face had a bump on her forehead just over her right eye she scanned Toms console with here diagnostic tricorder and said, "You've got a couple of buttons undone." "Do I?" he shot back with a slight grin, as he leaned his chin on his knukles.
Her eyebrows furrowed as her eyes rolled to wards him, then looking at the expression on his face, the brows eased and her cheeks raised, "Not today. Fly-boy." She smirked "Well we may not have much longer." He said only half joking. She replaced the IsoChips and as she said half jokingly, "If we make it till oh-six-hundred tomorrow your welcome to have breakfast with me in the mess hall." main power flashed back to life.
With main power restored the ship buzzed with even more orders than before. Orders to battle stations and all nonessential personnel to quarters. Tom was a little busy looking for objects not to hit with the ship as he reversed course bringing them away from the place the detonation had taken place, but wile he was now concentrating on other areas the cute girl from engineering got him as she walked off wiping here hand across his head messing up his hair slightly, and said "later fly boy.".
Tom felt the fire flare for a moment just a tiny moment, as he remembered who it was that had messed up his hair. Tom thought for a sec about the girl at the academy he dated for a wile. Devin Cornell the girl who used to mess up his hair. She was always flirting when she would wreak hair havoc. He bit down on his lip and thought to himself, 'some girls must adore a little chaos... Damn! I forgot to ask her name again, I think she's Hispanic.'
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2008 6:34:14 GMT
As T’Ress left the bridge for Engineering and Commander Garrett continued to try and get the external sensors enough power to display anything outside the ship that might explain what had happened, a different alarm began to sound.
“Warning: Quarantine procedures have been initiated. Sickbay is now under quarantine. Independent life support failure in three hours.”
It was certainly bad timing, as the CO had been in sickbay at the time along with all the other doctors, nurses, and patients. Getting them out, or at least making sure they wouldn’t be in any danger of suffocating, had just become one of the top priorities. Now beginning to wonder what else could go wrong, Megan listened in as a channel was opened to sickbay and a report was given.
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When the lights and consoles suddenly grew brighter and the power levels rose, the atmosphere on the bridge seemed to grow brighter as well. Breathing a sigh of relief, the science officer gratefully pulled up scans and quickly scanned the general vicinity as well as the actual site of the explosion.
=/\=T'Ress to bridge. You should have main power. I would attempt the sensor scan now.=/\= the feline engineer’s voice reported.
“Acknowledged, Commander; well done. Sickbay is currently under quarantine and there seems to be some sort of problem with the independent life support systems. They have three hours before it fails. As we don’t know how long the quarantine will last, we need to make sure they’ll have air to breathe.”
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It became evident almost immediately that they had hit a mine of some sort. The radiation levels were high and the power signatures were clearly recognizable as Romulan. Though the sensors weren’t anywhere near operating at top efficiency and the radiation was obscuring the readings, Megan was seeing very clear indications that there were most likely more mines out there.
“Lieutenant Tagert, full stop. We hit a mine, and there appear to be more in the area. I would recommend not moving until we can see exactly how many explosives are out there and where they are. Radiation levels are currently interfering with the sensors, making it almost impossible to get effective readings. I’m attempting to filter out as much as I can, but it will take some time.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2008 7:31:19 GMT
"As we don’t know how long the quarantine will last, we need to make sure they’ll have air to breathe.”
The feline exhaled deeply, his tail drooping as he tapped his combadge once again, "I could have gone for hell, and instead, the Gods gave me the Jefferson."
Slowly reentering the turbolift, he looked around gently. Thinking to himself for a moment about the engineers in Starfleet, he smirked. In high school, his advisers warned him to avoid shop classes. They claimed that academically high achieving students did belong there and such classes were for those on the other side of the spectrum. Obviously, none of them had ever seen how brilliant Starfleet engineering operated...and how much they required those skills. Anyways...placing power tools in the hands of failing students?
Shrugging off these frivolities, he struck a few keys in the turbolift in a rather thoughtful manner, begining finally to speak. "Computer, murr...deny all access to engineering until further notice. Authorization T'Ress-Zero-Alpha."
Exiting the door, he returned to the console he had sat at before. Tugging at the standard issue engineer's uniform he wore, he decided that it was best if he donned a mustard colored jumpsuit before crawling around in the Jefferies tubes.
Moving to the sidewall, and opening the door, he found the suit that he had left for himself there and had it on, over his uniform, in rather short order. His footpaws carried him over easily to the access port where he gulped, placing his left forepaw onto a pressure plate to slide it open, and slowly began to descend the tube on it's provisioned ladder.
As he started to see a beam of fog, struggling about in the burst tube, he coughed gently at the rather noxious smelling fumes being vented from it. A rather poor choice of coolant, in his mind, he had no choice but to deal with the brass decision for the time being. Removing the one tool he had been able to take into the tube with him, a small Type 1 hand phaser set for a cutting beam, he started to sever the line in the hopes that doing so would cause a shut off valve to collapse and stop the flow.
Noting, however, that this was greater than a simple coolant problem, he waited a few moments to watch the effects of his gambit. Seeing that they had indeed stopped the flow of coolant into a gaseous state, he started down the remainder of the vertical corridor.
At that moment several words began to reflect in his head, "They have three hours before it fails. As we don’t know how long the quarantine will last, we need to make sure they’ll have air to breathe.”
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Post by tagert on Jan 4, 2008 0:06:30 GMT
T.J. herd the call for all stop, and tapping the rear thrusters three times he felt the ship come to an abrupt halt. T.J. could feel the deck vibrate as two or three more compartments Imploded near the gaping hole in the Jefferson's hull. "All stop. speed zero." he reported.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Jan 4, 2008 11:00:54 GMT
Zhukarak was finally able to lift his head without feeling the overwhelming sense of nausea his infected antenna had caused him earlier. Doctor van Breughel still wanted him to remain a few hours longer until he could isolate the root cause of the infection. Zhuk would give him an hour until he deemed himself fit for duty…one way or another. In the meantime he had to listen on to the ramblings of his new counselor, trying to reassure him that the doctor was simply meaning well and just doing his job, as if he couldn’t surmise this already.
Suddenly the ship lurched from one end to the other. Zhuk was abruptly thrown from his biobed onto the floor while the counselor arrived at the far wall with a less than ceremonious thud. Zhuk sprang up while trying to note any sense of pain that might indicate any major injuries he may have. Not really feeling any, other than the return of mild nausea, he concentrated his efforts to the counselor.
“Counselor Thompson, are you alright?”
The counselor massaged one of her upper arms as she did a cursory check of herself. She appeared to be alright and gave an affirmative nod to Zhuk’s query.
The lights had flickered only to return at half strength, indicating that emergency power was now on. Zhuk tapped his com badge.
“Bridge, what happened?”
A few long seconds went by until Matt’s voice crackled through from the other end.
=/\= We hit a mine, Captain! It seems we’ve stumbled into a mine field. =/\=
“Black holes be cursed. How did we miss a mine field?”
=/\= They’re cloaked, sir. We were concentrating on what we thought to be the ion trail of our captor’s shuttle. Garrett was questioning why the trail led us out here in the first place, I think we now know why. =/\=
Zhuk thought the unspoken answer… ~A diversion and/or trap!~
“Understood. I am on my way up.”
Just as Zhukarak was about to leave, another siren wailed a new alarm signal as the ship’s computer repeated it’s phrase a couple of times to ensure everyone understood the severity of the situation.
{Warning, quarantine protocols in effect! Sickbay life support damaged. Estimated air supply, three hours!}
Zhukarak’s rage came from deep within. Sickbay was not the place he wanted to spend time during a major crisis, but he knew there would be no fighting it. The Jefferson had a good crew with a good senior staff running it. All he could do for now was wait…and hope.
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Post by tamara on Jan 5, 2008 7:40:39 GMT
Tamara took herself away from a frightened child, a patient in sickbay, to confront the Brigadier. And she was angry.
"Excuse me sir, but your attitude is not helping the situation here." He was Andorian, however- but one doesn't become a Captain without ignoring wrought emotion, no matter what race one was. Starfleet had standards, and the Brigadier was in breech of those standards.
Normally Tamara would have ignored such a contemptuous look from the Brigadier, but she had just spent the last ten minutes talking a child down from pure fear of a situation that was not well-understood... and the look on the Brigadier's face- and his attitude --- it undid everything.
Finding herself a little bit out of place, she recanted her statement slightly.
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."
Tamara also felt that the Brigadier's nerves might be calmed by coming down to the innocence of a child. Hopefully the situation would be over soon.
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Post by tagert on Jan 5, 2008 22:31:06 GMT
The bridge buzzed with comm traffic Tom didn't want to delay the progress of the repairs but he had been wondering about some equipment on the lower levels he had seen wile wondering the ship. "Excuse me, Commander Garrett." Tom waited for her attention. "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." he lowered his head and thought to himself she probably already thought of that and it probably didn't work on Romulan tech ether. The next few moments felt like days as he waited for her response.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2008 22:21:44 GMT
ooc woot, time to post. the gods have granted me a gift.
IC:
Cyle had finally given up waiting for the doctor to call him back, or visit him so they might continue there talk. He figured he could walk to sickbay and maybe find some kind of excuse to give the doctor, and then forget anything he had said. Quickly walking towards sickbay, he had passed a few other marines, who were asking what was going on, the SMO had given them all orders to prepare for contact. Cyle could only shrugg and move along.
When he finally reached sickbay, he was surprised to see the counselor, whom he had neer really talked with, Brigadier Hrisvalor, who was laying on a bio-bed, and a few other patients. Cyle took a few stepped forward, before being thrown forward into a bio-bed by an unexpected explosion. Cyle quickly got to his feet and looked around, blinking as the emergency lights came on, he looked down to see if anything was wrong with him, and noticed a broken finger. Looking around quickly, he snapped it back into place and went about his business. Nathan called out to him, asking him to help comfort some of the patients, which Cyle took a moment to realize he wasnt kidding. looking around he found a rather young little girl huddled in a corner. "Are you alright?" he asked, she looked at him for a moment before Cyle continued. "im not going to hurt you, are you O.K.?". Finally the girl nodded and Cyle moved to sit next to her. "i'm scared" She said, in between a few stray tears. "I know, but hey, do you see that man over there? and the andorian over there?" Cyle asked, to which the girl nodded "Well, he's the captain of this ship, and that one's the doctor, so you know what. we are gonna be ok, besides you can protect me if anything bad happens" Cyle said, as the girl giggled then hugged Cyle's side.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2008 19:59:09 GMT
Warning, quarantine protocols in effect! Sickbay life support damaged. Estimated air supply, three hours
Those words echoed in the mind of the Caitian since they had been issued, though he had not been able to do much as to the regards of it. Rather, he exhaled softly, noting how much work had to be completed to hold that warp core patch together. If worst came to worse, he would have had to eject the core and detonate it, considering that the crystalline fractures of broken isolinear chips were hardly ideal for the focusing of a warp core reaction.
Exhaling as he tugged at the workman's jumpsuit that he had positioned upon himself, he prepared himself for yet another climb into the warp core's conduit sections to effect a rerouting. However, this would certainly be refuted considering new data that he had collected from a nearby screen.
It would seem there had been a malfunction in the computer system due to misalignment of bio-neural gel packs brought about by the explosion. The computer's estimates had been gravely wrong. They did not have three hours of life support for those in sickbay.
They had a much shorter amount left.
Though he could only see raw figures, he estimated that the amount left was closer to the quarter range if that. And to enter sickbay was impossible. Further, using phaser drills or even raw type 1 phasers posed an extreme threat - that much concentrated oxygen in one area would surely light on fire. That was if the forcefields could be brought down. Rather, he would have to find a more...indirect route. And it seemed to be through that same access hatch that he had used prior.
This would also mean ignoring any warp core breech that could happen as that matrix was certainly not going to hold up for long. Never the less, the feline entered the Jefferies tube. He did not hold up for anything, allowing himself to drop down the area with a deep crash. Each muscle in his legs compressed, though as felines never fell upon their heads, he made no effort to rest. Following the flashing conduits he sprinted towards the unknown.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2008 20:21:59 GMT
From one of the few still operational consoles in sickbay, Nathan kept an eye on the people in sickbay. He saw Zhuk walk towards the door, only to return to his bed, visibly angry. The doctor avoided eyecontact with the Andorian, not really wanting to be the subject of his anger.
Elsewhere, he saw the counselor sit with a male child while, to his utter surprise, Cyle was sitting on the floor with a crying child. It looked as though the tough marine was actually getting through to the girl because a second later she was hugging him and actually smiling.
Nathan looked down when his console beeped and sighed a few times. So far, the computer hadn't been able to determine any antidotes against the viral agent that was now airborne in sickbay. All it could say was that it was virulent, in particular to the Bolian species. Copper and Iron based species could get sick but their symptoms would look like that of the common flu. Andorians however, were more susceptible but it didn't state what the symptoms could be.
As he approached the Andorian, Nathan started to feel a little light-headed, as if the air was growing thin. His breathing became a little heavier, but for now he ignored it, putting that down to a lack of exercise lately. "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 dangerzone 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 malfunctining so we don't have them as back-up. I also assure you my medical staff is looking for a vaccin for this virus. Since we have it here, there should be one or the labtechs 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..."
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