Tiana Galwyn Cet
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Jun 4, 2008 12:26:01 GMT
Tiana was so relieved to be out of the shuttle bay. She was amazed at how well the Captain had defused the situation but that was why she was Captain and Tiana wasn't. Tiana had scuttled quickly out of the shuttle bay taking her downloaded data with her. She informed Russ that she was okay as she hurried towards the Science Labs, the worry and relief in his voice had been very evident even over the comm. She wanted to go and give him a hug and get some reassurance but they were both on duty and hugging the FO probably wasn't the best thing to do while he had the bridge; still the thought made Tiana smile.
She stepped into a currently unused auxillary lab and locked the door. She put her things down on the bench and the sat down on the floor and shook for a couple of minutes. It was a shear relief of fear and nervous energy. It was okay to be scared now, safe to relax for a moment or two.
That was when she heard the scream, Tiana was on her feet and out the door in seconds. The scream recurred, Tiana supposed it was the mark of a starfleet officer that they ran towards screams rather than away as a sensible person would. In one of the computer Labs Tiana found Martha Hernandez and Tomal. It was Martha doing the screaming and in Tiana's opinion justifiably. Something green and leafy was wrapped around her leg and gradually inching its way higher.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2008 4:19:35 GMT
Without much of a protest, M'Qess followed the captain out of the shuttlebay, though he cast a worried look over his shoulder at his mangled shuttle. He had an act to keep up, and not to perform it would certainly raise further suspicion. His fur was a little singed from the phaserblast he had shaken off, and his skin itched a little but he wouldn't go back to sickbay.
"I asked them not to touch my shuttle," he started, his words slurred by his odd speech, "my research is vital and must be retrieved, but I don't want just anyone to enter my shuttle. Not with the disrespect they're treating it."
He looked a little embarassed and dejected. "Then one of them starts to shoot at me, fortunately I'm capable of withstanding such a stun blast. I'm sorry I raised a weapon at your engineer, but you can't blame me for wanting to defend myself when under attack. I am of a feline species, reflex is all I have."
Though his fur had smoothed out and his ears once again displayed distinct feline curiosity, his tail was still lashing from time to time. "Could we have the tour of the ship?" he dared ask, his whiskers moving forward to add to his appearance of curiosity and interest. His shuttle would soon explode, he'd seen to that...and the engineers would bear the blame though nothing would point back to him in regards to the cause of the explosion. He only hoped no-one would get seriously hurt.
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Post by robertsharp on Jun 9, 2008 4:29:25 GMT
“Commander Sharp, could you please write up a report of what just happened here and deliver it to me?”
"Captain I'll have that report to you as soon as i solve our tribble promblem."
After the caitian and captain leaves Sharp turns to the nearest marine. Follow our guest and keep and eye on him I don"t trust him theres more going on than he is telling us." the marine follows the captain and the caitian without them knowing.
Sharp goes over to the engineer "Are you alright?' the engineer replies a little scared but i"ll be fine. " I want in that ship. Get me in there even if you have to cut it open."
=^=Sharp to Col. Wong can you meet me in my quaters in 5 minutes=^=
Sharp heads to his quarters
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2008 19:31:53 GMT
Nika agreed to the tour of the ship readily enough. “Would you like to stop by sickbay?” she asked, but the Caitian quickly informed her that he did not. Nika wasn't sure if M'Qess really wanted a tour or just some temporary quarters, so she figured they could look at the decks on the way to quarters and choose to stop or pause the tour there or not.
“These are the science labs,” Nika said, after they took the turbolift down to deck six. “I don't know how useful our facilities would be for your research, but you'll need to talk to Commander Galwyn, the Chief Science Officer, if you're interested in doing research in them. It's up to her.”
As they were walking through the science labs, Nika smiled in some fondness upon them. She'd started aboard the Victory as the CScO, so the science labs weren't precisely unknown to her. There were times when Nika regretted leaving science for the complications of command, and now, with tribbles running about the ship and breeding like crazy, was one of them.
“If you have any questions about anything at any point, feel free to ask,” Nika said to M'Qess, after her explanation of a few of the ongoing experiments. “And if you'd like to look at something in more detail, I may be able to oblige, or if something is boring and you'd rather skip it.” Since the tour was solely for the benefit of the scientist, Nika wanted to avoid going on about anything he would have no interest in.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2008 21:14:23 GMT
Tiberian, Martinez, and five other marines were piled up, rifles levelled, on the main door to the shuttlebay, when the doors hissed apart. The men immediately fanned out, rifles pointing inwards, as the Captain and Caitian calmy walked out and proceeded down the corridor, almost as if there had been no hostage situation at all. The men watched the pair go, mouths gaping oipen in a spectacular scene of disbelief. Tiberian tapped his commbadge.
=/\=Wong to all marine personnel. Stand down, the situation has been resolved. Maintain duties at security alert status yellow=/\=
"Now that was entertaining" Martinez joked "If only all situation ended up like that"
"Then we'd be out of the job" Tiberian dryly replied, then turning his attention to the three other marines "Be about your duties. And Sergeant major" he turned back to look at Jose "Grab two men and follow our guest at a discreet distance. If he attacks any more of our crew, pin him down and call for back up, don't get creative. Got me"
"Got it" Jose nodded and winked before turning and calling after the retreating backs of two men.
=/\=WONG!!!=/\=
Tiberian grinned and flinched at the sound of the engineers angry voice. He'd almost forgotten about his little arrangment earlier, one that had apparently either come to fruition, or had gone disastrously wrong. Eityher way, he was in the proverbial. He tapped his commbadge.
=/\=Hi, sorry, can't talk, Caitian's gone mad, I'm in a firefight, Oh God I'm hit. Bye=/\= He rattled off the sentence at breakneck speed, cutting the commline before Blakus could get a word in edge ways. He wiped his forehead, relieved at having temporarily dodged the situation.
"Computer, I want an automated warning to sound whenever Commander Blakus arrives on the same deck as me" the computer beeped in the affirmative, and Tiberian walked on.
=^=Sharp to Col. Wong can you meet me in my quaters in 5 minutes=^=
=/\=On my way Commander=/\= Tiberian responded to the CTSO, redirecting himself from his course to engineering to find a turbolift. He had hoped to begin a deck by deck evacuation of the tribbles, anaesthetising each deck and then having his men sweep it clean in turn, but it could always wait five more minutes.
He got off the turbolift at Deck 9 and was on his way to his quarters when the ship suddenly lurched violently to one side, sending Tiberian hurtling into a wall, the lights flickered, a console nearby exploded, and then the hall went dark, only to be illuminated moments later by emergency lighting, bathing the corridor a deep crimson colour.
"Computer, report!" Tiberian shouted, regaining his feet and running back for the turbolift.
"Warning, explosion on Deck 4, shuttlebay one. Primary hull has been breached. Emergency forcefields have failed. Decompression on Deck 4"
=/\=Wong to Sharp and Cir'Kem, we have a major breach in shuttlebay one. No emergency forcefields, and the deck's decompressing. I'm going to try and get them out, I need help=/\=
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=/\=Wong to Blakus and Galwyn, we have an uncontrollable breach on Deck 4. I need something to contain it, or as much atmosphere pumped down there until we can get people out, do whatever it takes. Out=/\=
<TAG Andae and Tiana>
The turbolift shuddered up five decks and then came shakily to a stop. The doors slowly opened, and a rush of atmosphere being sucked into the corridor almost pulled him into the air. The decompression had caused panels and doors to be ripped from the walls, leaving open rooms and conduits and their inhabitants exposed to the wind. Holding onto the walls for dear life, he lunged forwards, shouting prayers and obscenities at a gargantuan volume, searching for the inhabitants.
Outside, the Victory could be seen tilting forwards on its axis, a blackened, charred hole on part of it's aft section where the shuttlebay doors had been punched from it's frame.
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Post by Andae Blakus on Jun 10, 2008 22:44:47 GMT
Blakus had burst out with laughter soon after he'd shouted at Wong, it had died down eventually, he had been on the verge of hysterics. What made it all the weirder, was that he didn't know exactly why it had happened... The release of stress does wonders... he decided.
"So what do we do now?" Christina Taylor asked. She sat on the floor, next to where Blakus had propped himself up against the wall with his legs lying on the floor in front of him.
"I don't know," Blakus said wearily. He coughed and cleared his throat, "I mean, we must get back to engineering," he said, with as serious a voice as possible. Blakus's comm badge crackled then,
=/\=Hi, sorry, can't talk, Caitians gone mad, I'm in a firefight, Oh God I'm hit. Bye=/\=
"Wo-" The channel was cut on the despicable Colonel's end. Blakus looked at the bulkhead and smacked his hand on his leg and cursed under his breath. The SMO really had some nerve, he was discovering..
A minute later Taylor had to snap Blakus out of what appeared to her to be deep thought. "Wake up."
"What? Oh sorry." He stood up, he had been pondering on how he would get the Colonel back for this embarrassment. Granted, it had turned out not too bad, Blakus had in fact enjoyed his sojourn to the science lab. It had been as useless as it had been... stimulating. "Ok," he said to Taylor, "You go to Engineering, see how Mattheson's progressing on the tribble clear out. They should be finished by now. I'm going to get to the shuttlebay, I need to see to my engineers, and this shuttle." Truth be told, Blakus had been dying to get a look at the old shuttle for a while now. The opportunity just hadn't properly presented itself, until now.
He said goodbye to Christina as she went down the corridor that led to one turbolift, which would take her down to engineering. Blakus meanwhile got a separate lift up through the ship to the shuttlebay.
As Blakus's turbolift neared Deck 4, the CEO was rocked off his feet as the ship very suddenly tilted. Instantly, he figured out that there had been an explosion. There had been a muffled but distinct 'bang' moments before he was thrown against the turbolift door. Almost simultaneously, the lights went out, bathing the turbolift in darkness. Blakus heaved himself up, with difficulty as he couldn't see a thing. The ship continued to shudder around him and he inadvertantly banged his head on the wall, he felt the floor beneath him resonate intermittently. "Great, blind and a sore head," he muttered. The sound of his own voice was strange to him, with the pitch-black darkness all around.
It was another half a minute before Blakus's thoughts organised themselves. The lift had stopped. The red emergency lights eventually flickered to life. Briefly wondering how much better this would have been if Ensign Taylor was still with him, he checked the barely functioning control panel. He was between Deck 5 and 6. Several unsuccessful attempts to get the lift going again, consigned Blakus to his fate. "Brilliant..." he mumbled. Sighing, he looked around the small confined space, there was nothing immediately useful for what he planned to do. "Well, here goes." He spat into his palms and rubbed them together. Then, finding a suitable footing a third of the way up, Blakus hoisted himself up the side of the lift. Being six foot, Blakus was just about in range for what he planned to do next. He peered up from his precarious ledge. The hatch at the top of the lift was not yet within reach, but if he executed it right, he reckoned he could get up there anyway. There was a risk of serious injury if he got it wrong, but he had no other choice.
Grabbing the ledge which was at shoulder height as tightly as possible, Blakus pulled his legs up the side of the lift, scrambling desperately for some sort of footing. With effort he managed to pull his feet up to the same level as his hands had been, and with a sudden moment of terror Blakus found himself falling backwards. Reflexively, he did the only thing that could save him, he pushed down with his feet and tried to propel himself upwards as much as possible. Amazingly, it worked. Blakus had shut his eyes, and now he found himself with his hands clenching the edge of the now open hatch. Moments later, he was standing on the top of the turbolift, in the shaft.
=/\=Wong to Blakus and Galwyn, we have an uncontrollable breach on Deck 4. I need something to contain it, or as much atmosphere pumped down there until we - =/\=
Blakus cursed as the call cut out, the reason being that his commbadge had earlier been half-crushed between him and the wall, when he had been knocked to the floor by the initial blast. It wouldn't transmit, only receive and now it had gone altogether. He discarded the now useless device and began climbing up the ladder to Deck 4.
The CEO emerged on to Deck 5 a minute later. Deck 4 was not accessible. The door had been shut, with a widespread decompression, they had automatically been locked down. Blakus ran down the corridor to a wall panel, "Lieutenant Holland, CEO, we have a decompression, Deck 4. I want you pumping as much air onto the deck as possible. Lives may depend on it." Blakus was still very much in the dark, he had no idea what had caused the blast, and if people were in danger or not, Almost certainly the former... he thought.
He ran down the corridor, heading to the other turbolift that ran through Deck 5. He was one level below the shuttlebay he realised, that must have had something to do with it, why hadn't he thought of that? It had been where he was headed anyway! The turbolift on the aft side of Deck 5 was working, just, but the door was jammed shut. He hit the comm panel on the wall, next to the door. "Wong, Blakus. Report!" He shouted as he started trying to wedge the door open.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2008 13:31:07 GMT
Daniel looked around in wonder and he didn't have to fake it. "Merrow, I'd like to set up a facility here if I may," he answered as the tour moved on. Somewhere halfway, he stiffled a yawn and allowed his tail to droop.
"Captain please, may we continue in the morrow? I am fatigued from today's strains and impressions. I'd like to return to my assigned quarters. You may send security with me if that'd put you at ease." The Caitain managed to actually look tired and exhausted, and even a tad scared. "It'd actually put me at ease, to be honest. You haven't seen that murderous look in your marine's eyes, it's frightening. I'm afraid he might actually do something to me. My safety's compromised."
Once the captain gave her permission and a security guard had arrived, Daniel M'Qess retired to his quarters, leaving the guard outside. Now finally enjoying some privacy, Daniel could start doing what he came here to do. He settled himself at the computer console, pulled a tiny chip from his fur and added it to the computer's circuitry. Now, he had more access than his clearance levels as passenger gave him, and even better: his tracks would be covered and led astray to some poor sod on he lower decks.
"Computer, locate all Caitian officers on this vessel." His eyes narrowed as he speed-red the information that was fed to him. Too bad, only two Caitians aboard, one of which a mere cub. He shook his head; children were out of bounds, but he could get the parent. He had to, he had no choice, the cub would have one parent left, or other family. That, or get the cub too.
His training came back to him and he shook his head once more. No, he had to get them all, if this was to work. In war, innocents were always victims, no matter what. Checking that his connection was still secure, he pulled back and disconnected the chip, hiding it safely.
The Kzinti could get out of his quarters unseen and undetected, as he left the combadge he was given in his quarters, with an automated response that he was asleep and did not wish to be disturbed. If a message was left, he'd check back in when he'd wake up.
That settled, the cat climbed out of his quarters through one of the emergency hatches that were hidden in the livingroom behind an access panel. Using a tricorder, he located the Caitian family, dropped soundlessly into their quarters and activated the laser scalpel he'd confiscated from sickbay. In one swift motion, he decapitated the cub, then rounded on the mother, brutally slashing the medical tool at her. She was dead before her damaged body hit the deck.
Surprisingly, he had done it with little blood getting onto his fur, blood that could easily be washed off without leaving a trace. He cleaned up the quarters so nothing would lead back to him, and everything to the ensign from engineering. Leaving the bodies for security to find, in plain view in the middle of the quarters, Daniel M'Qess hurried back to his quarters, took a sonic shower and stepped into bed.
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Post by jamesmatthew on Jun 15, 2008 23:05:14 GMT
Scene: Bridge
“OPS STATION “
“Cmdr Matthew eyes flew Quickly over the Latest supply Manifest data that he had just received, and still hadn't found anything that they didn't know even with the crew on half Rations the Captain may still have to put in a request to have a federation supply transport ship the closet one was a the SS Garcia but she was a lest 48 hours away even at full warp “
“James lean back in his chair when suddenly the ship Alarm went off and his comm. Station went red on deck 4”
“Computer voice “ Emergency Decompressing underway”
“Science officer Station Lt ,Moore Cmdr Matthew we have a Primary hull breached on deck 4’
“Cmdr Matthew what did we hit “
“Science officer Station Lt ,Moore un-known ‘sir “
“Cmdr Matthew I have it lieutenant I see the breach is in shuttle-bay one but there No emergency force fields, Being Activated and the deck's decompressing how can that be the automatic safeguards should have been engaged’
“ill just have to activate them manually Attention all deck’s we have a emergency decompressing on deck 4 all emergency medical and repair teams report to deck 4 all emergency Protocols are to be carried out bridge out’
“Ensign Marko get me the Captain or Xo on the comm. Neater one of them are Answering ‘”Cmdr Matthew Thinking to him self when it rains it pours and someone get me the chief engineer on the comm. .
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Tiana Galwyn Cet
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Jun 16, 2008 15:51:11 GMT
=/\=Wong to Blakus and Galwyn, we have an uncontrollable breach on Deck 4. I need something to contain it, or as much atmosphere pumped down there until we can get people out, do whatever it takes. Out=/\=
Tiana's comm badge chirped and the colonel's voice came out as she looked at the vine like thing that was working its way up Martha's leg. He life was lurching from one crisis to another. She tapped her badge with a look of resignation on her face. =/\=I'll be there as soon as I've grabbed some equipment.=/\=
Tiana had a terrible suspicion what the 'plant' was. Lt Anderson had mentioned something similar in one of the papers Tiana had read earlier. What it was doing loose in her science lab she didn't know but when this crisis was over Lily was going to have to answer a lot of questions. Tiana spun on her heel intending to gather up some pieces of kit and then get down to deck four.
"Freeze it," she said, directing her words at Tomal. "I think it feeds on energy." He didn't question this and started to do as instructed. Tiana left the lab at a run, she paused long enough to grab a few things before jumping into a turbo lift and heading for the hull breach.
She arrived hot on the heels of Commander Blakus both of them looked at Tiberian for an explanation.
"What's going on?" Tiana asked.
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Post by Andae Blakus on Jun 19, 2008 18:59:37 GMT
Blakus heard the sound of running footsteps approaching from behind him. He was still trying to wedge the turbolift door open that had been jammed shut from the explosion in the shuttlebay, just one deck above...
The running footsteps soon turned out to belong to Commander Tiana Galwyn. "What's going on?" she asked as she came up alongside of Blakus.
"All I know is that there's been an explosion on deck 4 and that there's an uncontrollable breach.
"It may have knocked out a few systems a couple of decks either way as well, certainly the impression I got from being stuck in a lift tells me that much...
"As I'm sure you heard Tiana, Wong wants us to help contain it. I've ordered my engineers to get pumping atmosphere in. The emergency forcefields must be offline otherwise the Colonel would have got containment sorted out pretty quickly."
<Tag Tiana?>
Together with Galwyn, Blakus managed to get the lift door the rest of the way open. Luckily, the turbolift was there, not several decks above or below. The CEO looked at Galwyn, "Are you sure you want to go up there. Wong didn't ask for anyone to assist him, we could just keep the door open instead for him to get people off the deck quickly."
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After she replied, Blakus realised something he should have done a minute ago when he had fist arrived on the deck. He went to one of the wall-panels and commed the bridge, "Captain Cir'Kem this is Commander Blakus. Could I have a status report on the ship please. I need to know if the Victory is alright.."
Blakus closed the channel and just stood thinking for a moment, he didn't want to sound too forceful with the Captain or whoever was present on the bridge but he needed to know if the ship was ok. Better to know if anything else is wrong now than to find out later... he thought.
When there was no immediate reply, Blakus became worried.. where was the Captain?
"Commander Davis this is Commander Blakus," he said into the comm channel he had just opened again, "Could I please have a report on the ship's status? I'd like to know if there's any problems I need to follow up on later?"
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OOC: Also Tag Cir'Kem who is still with M'Qess.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2008 20:42:25 GMT
=/\=Wong, Blakus, report!=/\=
The comm message was barely audible over the rush of atmosphere out of the ship breach, but Tiberian could discern it well enough. He had shouted at everyone he had passed to get into the jeffries tubes and to start climbing, hoping that the separate system would remain pressurised for long enough to facilitate the evacuation. He stopped on a corner and tapped his commbadge, holding on to an open maintenance junction in order to brace himself against the wind.
=/\=Wong here. I haven't got to the shuttlebay yet, I'm evacuating as much of the deck as possible into the jeffries tubes system, just keep it pressurised for me=/\=
He pushed on further into the carnage of the deck, moving through the varying items of damaged wreckage and rubbish which lay strewn across the corridors of the deck. He finally reached the primary shuttlebay doors, still intact thankfully, however not like the gaping hole in the wall next to them. It would have been funny that the hull itself could not stand up to the same level of explosion as the door, had it not been for the fact that the explosion had probably killed several members of the crew. He diverted himself into a side door that led into a small turbolift, taking that up to the gantry which overlooked the shuttlebay itself. He emerged to see a crewman on his knees, pounding on the chest of another man half of whose body was badly burned, a nearby exploded console showing the probable reason. He reach down and touched the man under the corner of the mandible, feeling for a pulse. He found none.
"He's dead crewman" Tiberian shouted, the howling of decompression still loud even in the sealed room "I said he's dead!" He shook the tearful man vigorously away from the corpse, almost dragging him back to his post. "We have got to find a way to seal this breach and to try and save the rest of the people on this deck. Come on" The decompression was occuring faster than atmosphere could be pumped in, and a real concern now was what would happen if the deck became fully decompressed, forming a vaccum that might then breach other decks.
"I can't get emergency forcefiedls to come online sir" the crewman responded, frantically working his half burned out panel "And the emergency bulkheads won't seal. The explosion must have fried the activation servos" He looked at a blleping alarm on his panel. "And it's getting worse sir. Internal breaches are forming on the floor leading down to deck six, and the external breach is causing fissures on the primary and secondary hull of decks 3 and 4. If we can't get these under control, we might lose the entire ship"
Tiberian's mouth ran dry. He had come down here hoping to evacuate the survivors and seal the breach, and whislt the former had been largely achieved, the latter now appeared to be an impossible task. He inhaled and exhaled slowly, thinking the situation through.
"Alright, sginal security and marines to evacuate the affected areas of decks 3, 4 and 6, and seal those with internal forcefields and bulkheads, that might buy us time. And then try and individually activate each bulkhead and forcfield on this deck. One of them has to work, they just have to" He worked frantically for minutes but to no avail, with each system appearing inoperative for the duration. He could find no solution until his commbadge chirped.
=/\=Corporal T'Lar to Colonel Wong, we have a security breach on deck three=/\=
=/\=In case you haven't noticed Corporal, we have a hull breach on deck five=/\= Tiberian responded in his ususal mix of anger and sarcasm.
=/\=This is unrelated sir. Science ensign Velin and her cub, both with fatal lacerations=/\=
=/\=I don't have time for this right now=/\= Tiberian answered shortly =/\=Just get all the living people the hell out of there and we'll deal with this later. Out=/\= He sighed and tapped his commbadge again.
=/\=Wong to Captain Cir'Kem and Commander Blakus. I'm sorry, but the breach is out of control and spreading. I've got most of the deck evacuated, but I can't do anything about the depressurisation. My recommendation, if it's possible, is to find any sort of planetoid with a habitable atmosphere and put down there to restore the atmosphere. At the rate this is going, the air recyclers and environmental controls might pack in any moment. I'm sorry, but there's nothing more I can do"
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Post by russelldavis on Jun 22, 2008 0:26:50 GMT
Russell was relieved to be finally out of the turbo lift. Annoyed Daniel left Blakus watching as he walked off to his office to think. After a few hours Russell decided he had cooled off enough to go to the bridge Russell walked out of his office and made his way up to the bridge. Russell noted most of the staff he passed looked mildly puzzled to see him, ‘have i been that bad lately’ arriving on the bridge he was happy to see everything seemed to be going well. “Ensign Report” Russell asked the on duty ops officer as he made his way to the command chair ‘where is the captain?’ ”Well sir, the tribble problem seems to be dealt with and the captain is talking to our guest at the moment” Russell wondered if this ensign was betazoid, “thank you ensign” taking the centre chair Russell hoped he would not have to do anything for a while other than read reports.
As Russell started the second report an alarm sounded, “Report!” Russell spoke loud enough to get over the alarm without actually shouting, all the bridge crew were quickly trying to sieve though the information that they were receiving, ”Sir we have a hull breach on deck 5, structural integrity in that section has been badly weakened, aaaaahhh” Russell span around to face the ensign who looked quite bad “Spit it out ensign” the ensign looked up almost sheepish “umm the emergency systems on decks 2 though 10 have stopped working, some sort of power drain is stopping power from getting to those systems” Russell looked at the ensign in disbelief. “Transfer as much power as you can to life support on those decks and try and get more air down there, we need to give the crew time to evacuate” no sooner had Russell said this, that Wong had put in the same request.
"Commander Davis this is Commander Blakus," he said into the comm channel he had just opened again, "Could I please have a report on the ship's status? I'd like to know if there's any problems I need to follow up on later?" Russell grabbed a Padd a junior engineer was offering with the ships status report =/\=Ok Commander, you are not going to like this, the hull breach on deck 5 is expanding and all attempts to deal with the structural integrity failure are not working. Life support is being taxed way beyond what i believe is recommended trying to maintain atmosphere in there. Also we seem to be suffering from a large power drain on decks 2 though to 10 which has caused all emergency force fields and bulkheads to fail.=/\=
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Russell prepared to have medical go and collect the chief engineer from the floor when a consol on the bridge went dead. “What was that?” Russell almost feared to know the answer. “That was life support” was the answer from the science lieutenant before every bridge staff tried to work extra fast to not lose any more systems =/\=oh and we just lost life support=/\= at this point Russell cut the comm. and quickly moved over the science officers shoulder, “is there any planets nearby that we can land on before we lose most of our air though the ever growing hole?” Russell watched as the lieutenant scanned though the nearby systems “Well sir, there is a M-Class world about 1 minute at warp 5 from here” the lieutenant brought up the location on the screen as he spoke “right helm set a course of that planet maximum warp, then prepare for a atmospheric entry” at this point the lieutenant on the helm looked at him with worry “i said entry not landing, this ship was never given legs sadly” Russell took the command chair mildly surprised the captain was not already here, hitting the general comms button Russell spoke to the crew =/\=Attention all crew, in a few moments we will begin entry into a planet’s atmosphere in an attempt to allow air into damaged decks, all crew are to prepare for a rough ride. All senior staff please ensure your departments are ready for whatever happens, Commander Davis out=/\= Cutting the comm. Russell immediately opened a new comm. =/\=Commander Davis to Captain Cir’Kem, please get to the bridge on the double, this mission is about to get interesting=/\=
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2008 3:14:32 GMT
=/\=Commander Davis to Captain Cir’Kem, please get to the bridge on the double, this mission is about to get interesting=/\=
Nika had been caught unaware, and she regretted that she couldn't get to the bridge any sooner than she did. Nika came to the bridge as soon as she could though, having to avoid turbolifts in some places due to their unreliability.
Rather than apologizing when she got to the bridge she just dove right into the work. “Is the planet inhabited?” she asked. The answer to this question was yes, because most M-class planets, especially ones in decent locations, were.
Which led to her second question: “Are the tribbles contained?” Not that she had that much of a decision to make, tribbles would probably end up as a nuisance on the planet, but as long as people acted quickly they wouldn't eat up so many resources as to be much more than that. And she had to save her crew, or as many of them as she could, and how that hurt. Still, the question might be important if she had to face a court martial.
Nika got her answer, which was no, and then the ship started to shake as the ship began to enter the atmosphere. “How are we holding up?” Nika asked.
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Post by Andae Blakus on Jun 22, 2008 13:25:56 GMT
(OOC: Colonel Wong and Commander Davis, I thought the shuttlebay and the hull breach were on deck 4? At the moment I'm on deck 5.)
"...At the rate this is going, the air recyclers and environmental controls might pack in any moment. I'm sorry, but there's nothing more I can do."
Blakus had never heard such resignation in the Colonel's voice, he had never thought he was the type for it. Clearly, the engineer's evaluation of Wong as a black and white, pure and simple marine was a bit wrong.
"Understood Colonel. We'll just have to do what's best." He said through the wall comm channel. Thinking of how inconvenient not having a commbadge was, he turned to Tiana. They both knew what each other were thinking. Andae wasn't sure what he was feeling about the situation. He was in a position where he couldn't do much of anything except coordinate, what with the turbolifts being broken (or so unreliable that it was pointless in trying them), so he supposed he was feeling pretty helpless. But he couldn't do much about it so there was not much point in stressing over it. He and the CScO would just have to stick it out.
Just then, his requested status report came through from Commander Davis. Blakus was glad that he knew a bit more about the situation, on the other hand he wasn't glad to know that life support may be in trouble.
Then, in confirmation of Wong's call, a small but sudden burst sound occurred, and air started leaking slowly but surely out of the corridor. The generated wind buffeted the two officers' hair.
=/\=Attention all crew, in a few moments we will begin entry into a planet’s atmosphere in an attempt to allow air into damaged decks, all crew are to prepare for a rough ride. All senior staff please ensure your departments are ready for whatever happens, Commander Davis out=/\=
"We need something to hold on to," Blakus said. He and Tiana ran down the corridor. "I'd rather not be in the corridor for this. I think there's a maintenance room somewhere around here, hopefully we can get something to stop us getting chucked about."
Before long, they found the room. Blakus soon became distracted by a large wall panel displaying the ship's status. "Uh-oh," he said. Tiana turned around and looked at him questioningly. "Oh nothing, just that we've lost life support. Davis didn't bother to tell us that a minute ago then..."
Blakus didn't blame the XO though, he was just annoyed at how ridiculously bad the situation was getting. "Good job we'll be in the atmosphere in a minute or two then," he said, not so much Tiana as it was reassurance to himself.
As the two prepared for the bumpy ride, the Victory dropped into the glowy orange atmosphere of the class M planet, a single sparkly jewel making its way into the hazy mist, the planet's sun was rising above the horizon...
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Jun 25, 2008 12:57:04 GMT
=/\=Attention all crew, in a few moments we will begin entry into a planet’s atmosphere in an attempt to allow air into damaged decks, all crew are to prepare for a rough ride. All senior staff please ensure your departments are ready for whatever happens, Commander Davis out=/\= Tiana recognised the strain in Russ's voice, this was not good.
"We need something to hold on to," Blakus said "I'd rather not be in the corridor for this. I think there's a maintenance room somewhere around here, hopefully we can get something to stop us getting chucked about."
Tiana wholeheartedly agreed with that and the two of them hurried down the corridor towards the small maintenance room. Tiana was almost amused by the speed at which the engineer's eyes were drawn to the status display on the walls.
"Uh-oh," he said. Tiana turned around knowing that that tone meant nothing good had happened. "Oh nothing, just that we've lost life support. Davis didn't bother to tell us that a minute ago then..."
Tiana did some rapid mental calculations they weren't going to run out of air in here anytime soon. She took a deep breath.
"I just don't understand how the hull breach wasn't containable and why the emergency force fields were off line." She paused trying to make sure her words did not pick on the all ready over worked engineer. "I mean I know we've got a few systems problems but all of that being down at once..." She was sure her suspicions were evident but she didn't know how to voice them.
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Post by jamesmatthew on Jun 27, 2008 0:51:17 GMT
SCENE: USS VICTORY, Bridge,
“Cmdr Matthew sat at the ops Station helplessly watching the ship enter the planet atmosphere on his station from the ship external cameras the heat trails glowing in the upper atmosphere as the Victory entered the planets atmosphere.
“ Matthew Continuing to yell out the incoming planet data and the ship trajectory and course to Cmdr Davis “Cmdr Matthew Slamming his hand down on the console in a rare display of anger,
“ Matthew Cmdr Davis my station sensors panel are lit up like a Christmas tree Cmdr Davis should we not send a distress signal to Starfleet why we still can
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2008 19:46:24 GMT
=/\=Attention all crew, in a few moments we will begin entry into a planet’s atmosphere in an attempt to allow air into damaged decks, all crew are to prepare for a rough ride. All senior staff please ensure your departments are ready for whatever happens, Commander Davis out=/\=
"We have got to go. NOW!" Tiberian wrenched the crewman away from his station and into the rear turbolift the moment he heard the call. They were currently stood in front of a gaping hole in the ship, and were about to enter a planets atmosphere. Needless to say, it wasn't the best place to be. The turbolift arrived at the base of the main deck, and the two men stumbled out into the barely habitable atmosphere. It appeared that efforts to redirect atmosphere had been stopped, and the air was getting thin. Gasping for air, the two men pushed on until they came to the nearest jeffries tube on the deck. Tiberian pulled the hatch open and pushed the crewman inside, then following himself and closing the hatch.
"Computer, is any method available to seal deck 4 entirely?"
"Negative"
"Is it possible to seal turboshafts and jeffries tubes entrances above and below the affected deck"
"Processing. Affirmative"
"Then prepare to activate maximum level forcefields at all interdeck points on my order. Crewman, get up to deck 3 now, go" Tiberian ordered the crewman as he himself scrambled for a nearby ladder and began to descend as quickly as possible. He was headed for main engineering, hoping that he would be able to have a better grasp on things from there. Plus it was probably where Blakus would be, and whn there was a big hole in the ship, being with the engineer was probably the safest place to be. He was down two decks when he decided that he was probably far enough down to avoid being trapped.
"Computer, enable containment fields"
=/\=Wong to all on duty marine personnel=/\= he called out as he pressed on down the ladder =/\=Secure portable shield generators and set them up in and around decks 3 and 5, particularly all areas containing access points to deck 4=/\=
A few minutes later, just as the first bumps of atmospheric entrance could be felt on the ship, Tiberian finally arrived in engineering. Unfortunately, Blakus was nowhere to be seen. He moved to the central panel in the room adjacent to the core and began to inspect the damage on the readout. Whislt not being an engineer, he knew enough to get by, and he was the only staff officer in the room.
"Who's most senior here?" He called out to the frantic crowd of engineers.
"I am. Lieutenant Mattheson, sir" an engineer stepped forwards "I don't know where the chief is sir"
"Never mind that. Atmospheric entrance is heating up the exposed deck 4. It's making the hul breach worse and we're risking massive internal compromise. I need solutions"
"We could try using the deflector dish to boost heat shield output" one man suggested.
"We're already using too much axilliary power on the shield generators themselves to make that feasible" another man shot him down "What about using environmental controls to try and decrease the temperature?"
"The controls on that deck are already fried" a junior lieutenant interjected "It's probably getting hotter, not cooler"
"Plasma coolant" an attractive young ensign stepped forward from the crowd, seemingly oblivious to the panicking crew and shaking ship "There are a series of coolant overflow conduits that run across between decks 3 and 4. If we redirected the entire coolant supply to that area and then isolate it, the pressure would breach the seals and it would cool the entire deck. The only risk would come from if it seeped through the breach and out into the atmosphere"
"You're forgetting one thing ensign" the junior lieutenant interrupted once again "We need that to keep the core cool, or we'll be in even worse trouble"
"So we take the core offline, let it cool itself down" Tiberian spoke up for the first time in the entire session "Good job, ensign..."
"Taylor, sir" For the first time this mission, irrespective of explosions, hull breaches, sieges and tribbles, Tiberian suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
=/\=Wong to the bridge. Engineering want to flood deck 4 with plasma coolant to counteract the atmospheric entrance, but there's a risk of damage to the organic matter on the planet if we let it out of the breach. What are your orders?=/\=
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Post by Andae Blakus on Jul 4, 2008 21:33:32 GMT
OOC: I'm going to go ahead and sim the trip through the atmosphere.
Andae and Tiana held on tight as the Nebula class ship plunged into the almost nebulous atmosphere of the planet. Even though they were in a locked and porthole-less room, the two officers felt the change in the environment they were in.
The ship began shaking, rattling and resonating even more than usual as the atmosphere of the planet buffeted the ship's hull plating. Blakus hoped Commander Pride knew what he was doing at the helm as he felt the ship drop down even further. He felt like his stomach was in his throat, such was the suddenness of the force. He imagined what was happening to deck 4 right now. The air, a mixture of nitrogen and oxygen if they had the planet's properties right, would be gushing through the hull breaches, which were probably large gashes torn through the duranium where the explosion of the shuttle had caused secondary explosions along the deck. Blakus, not that he was religious, felt that he had to pray that there was no one left in any of the exposed sections.
Terrible images of people getting blown out of the holes in the ship gripped him, the torn edges of the metal duranium may themselves prove deadly to any unfortunate crewmen that happened to be in the vicinity.... Blakus shook his head. Why am I thinking of these graphic images...!? he thought. What made a man get carried away in his thought of things he really would prefer not to think about? What made him keep thinking of it? Blakus didn't know whether it was the darker side of the human psyche, or just superior thinking power. What he did know, was that he got those kind of thoughts with worryingly high levels of frequency.
Blakus only hoped that the miniature hull breaches on the deck would not get any bigger with the rush of atmosphere. The air would be filling deck 4 by now.. and it would be leaking through to deck 5. He hardly thought it to be hygenic, the air filters would clear out any impurities and toxins he knew, however that was assuming they worked...
All of a sudden the 'sealed' door of the maintenance room appeared to buckle. "Oh no," Blakus said simply. He saw Tiana gulp and was about to offer pithy reassurance when the entire frame broke off. The atmosphere of the planet had leaked through the mini internal breaches alright... The door broke away and was propelled out of their sight down the corridor, they heard it crash into the walls of the corridor as it bounded along it under the force of the now absurdly strong wind.
Blakus overcame his anxiety with what he had been planning to do and let go of the metal support strut he had been hanging onto for dear life. "What are you doing!?" he thought he heard Tiana yell at him from the corner of the room. It was now impossible to hear above the noise of the relentless air filling deck 5. Why was it so strong?? As Blakus released his hands from the strut he was immediately propelled towards the room's now open entrance. His back slammed into the wall just by where the door used to be and he suppressed a shout of anguish as his shoulder blades crunched into a metallic... 'something or other'. He didn't care what the damn thing was, all he knew was that it had hurt him. "Oh yeah, this is fun..!" He shouted, but still retained the sarcasm in his voice that he had been aiming for. Steeling himself, the CEO leaned out into the corridor and looked down left at where the turbolift was. He was looking down at about an angle of twenty degrees, alarmingly. Either artificial gravity is broken, or we're plunging downwards... he thought. That wasn't the most pressing problem on his mind though. The most pressing problem was that the turbolift he was supposed to be looking at was no longer there. What replaced it was an orange and white mosaic edged by torn and ripped pieces of duranium. The corridor was directly exposed to the atmosphere.
In alarm and near shock, Blakus forced himself back into the maintenance room. He dared not to go to the comm panel and report the trouble, that would most probably end with him taking a short trip to the surface of the planet, and he had no wish to commit suicide. Tiana looked at him incredulously and Blakus knew that if she could be heard to speak she would have told him he was very foolish. She doesn't know just how much of a fool... he thought. Blakus looked at her despite the situation with a look that said, 'You don't want to go out there.'
Eventually, Blakus felt the ship start to level out under him and then start to climb. What was happening to the artificial gravity he didn't know, it should have compensated for the natural gravitational force exerted on the ship by the planet. All the same, the levelling out and gaining of altitude told him that they were escaping from the planet. The noise of the air gushing into the room still wouldn't subside and Blakus got worried. Presumbably the reason they were climbing back into space was that forcefields were now online and the newly collected atmosphere of the planet was fully contained within the ship, thanks to those forcefields. The fact that air was still coming into the deck 5 meant that the forcefield wasn't online.
As the gushing of air became less and less and as the Victory climbed higher and higher until the artificial gravity kicked in again, Blakus realised that he and Tiana now had a very big problem. It is very cold in space. He looked over at his colleague, the science officer Tiana Galwyn. "We may be in trouble," he said.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2008 18:40:24 GMT
Another distress signal was sent on Commander Matthew's advisement, this one quite a bit more urgent than the last one had been.
=/\=Wong to the bridge. Engineering want to flood deck 4 with plasma coolant to counteract the atmospheric entrance, but there's a risk of damage to the organic matter on the planet if we let it out of the breach. What are your orders?=/\=
Nika attempted a mental calculation for how high the risk was, but it was hard to tell, and she just didn't have the time to actually find all the factors that would go into the risk. "Do it," she said, because she knew the damage to native life would be worse if the ship was badly enough damaged that it had to force a landing, anything happened to the warp core, or, absolute worst case scenario, the ship blew up in orbit.
Nika could see from the viewscreen that the ship had stabilized and was clawing its way back out of the atmosphere. "We've lost contact with deck 5," Nika heard reported from the back of the bridge, from what she thought was the operations station.
"Clarify, please," Nika said.
"Comm signals should still be able to get through, though that deck was mostly evacuated, which might explain why we haven't gotten any. But we're only getting nominal power usage from them, and no atmospheric readings. There could possibly be hull breaches."
"Do we have the power to transport everyone who's in the affected area out into a stable zone?" Nika asked.
There was a pause, and Nika ordered Pride to slow the ascent out of the atmosphere as much as he could, while still guaranteeing the Victory would be able to leave. "I can redirect the power that would be used on that deck and we should have enough to do it," Commander Matthew replied.
"Do it," Nika said.
Commander Matthew reported success in the transportation, and that while one of the transportees was being taken immediately to sickbay to have an arm that had been caught on something looked at by a doctor, everyone was back under ship atmosphere a few moments before the Victory burst out of the planetary one.
Pride directed the ship into a stable orbit of the planet, and Nika let out a little of the tension she'd been holding, but kept most of it close. "Can I get a report on the affect to the planet of using the plasma coolant?" Nika asked, hoping and praying that the answer would be no negative affect.
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Post by jamesmatthew on Jul 7, 2008 19:42:44 GMT
Scene: Bridge, USS VICTORY-C
“Cmdr Matthew was frantically tapping at his console trying to restore power to some decks His voice struck a high note in his panic as he slammed his hands down on the console come on Work you piece junk.
“Science officer Ensign Truer Sir we have “
“Cmdr Matthew I see it Ensign “
“Cmdr Matthew as he made a few more Command changes Ensign Truer I will have a repair team make those Adjustment manually where the force fields are holding as closet to Deck 4 section C-12, we cant trust the ship Automatic back-up systems at this time ‘
"Cmdr Matthew It is all yours now." Turning Looking over at the fresh-faced Ensign manning the Science Console ,
“Cmdr Matthew Turn in the Direction of the Captain Cir'Kem Captain let me give you a Quick up-date one of the transportees was being taken immediately to sickbay to have an arm that had been caught on something looked at by a doctor, everyone was back under ship atmosphere a few moments before the Victory Exited planet Atmosphere .
‘Also there was a little problem in Torpedo room # 2 forward a Torpedo was knock out of its Secured casing Doing the Descent into the planet Atmosphere but been secured there was no one hurt all Force field on Damage Decks are holding “
“But I have repair teams checking them manually just to be sure at this time we cant trust our on board sensors or back-up system at this time ‘
“The ship Structural integrity field as we as the ship Hull are holding at 84-7 percent but once again that information come from our on board sensors we currently have green lights on Deck 01 to 03 and from Deck 05 to deck 33 as you know most of the damage in on deck 4 Captain if we make it back to space Dock the ship will need a lot of repairs .
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Jul 8, 2008 16:21:08 GMT
Tiana had stayed pressed against the wall of the maintenance room as the planet's atmosphere rushed in towards them . Commander Blakus went towards the doorway, or maybe he fell. Tiana wasn't sure. She called out to him but he couldn't hear her over the rushing air. The artificial gravity seemed to be misbehaving and Tiana was grateful for her zero-g training as her body attempted to relocated with every slight shift in the gravity aboard the Victory.
All the same, the levelling out and gaining of altitude told him that they were escaping from the planet. Presumably the reason they were climbing back into space was that forcefields were now online and the newly collected atmosphere of the planet was fully contained within the ship, thanks to those forcefields.
As the gushing of air became less and less and as the Victory climbed higher and higher until the artificial gravity kicked in again, "We may be in trouble," Andae said.
Tiana looked at him with an expression that was somewhere between 'you're kidding' and 'not again'. She had also heard the continual rushing of air and realised that the two of them were about to be exposed to the cold and vacuum of space. She swallowed hard and forced herself to think. She had grabbed a load of stuff from the science lab when she had come down here to try to help repair a hull breach and some malfunctioning force fields. That seemed like forever ago. Now though she had exactly the same problem; but with rather more limited resources and a very restrictive time frame. It could have been Tiana's imagination but it felt as if it were all ready getting harder to breathe.
She dug quickly through the bag of kit she had lugged from the lab, she thought she remembered tossing in one of the lab sized portable forcefield generators. It wasn't much but if they could adjust it to produce a flat field rather than a hemisphere they would be able to seal the door (or rather what had been the door).
She saw the engineer's eyes light up when he saw the device, of the two of them he was the one likely to be able to make the necessary modifications in the time available. She struggled through the rushing air until she could pass the device over.
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Post by Andae Blakus on Jul 9, 2008 17:26:18 GMT
Blakus was grateful that Tiana had managed to dig out a piece of useful equipment. He grabbed the device from her as she stretched out to place it in his hands. The wind generated from the rushing air was slowly but surely dissipating. Soon the two of them were able to stand without having to hold on to something to steady themselves. Of course, whether or not this was a good thing was a matter of opinion, considering their exposure to the vacuum of space.
The CEO quickly formulated a process by which he would install the device and generate the forcefield. "Ok," he said, "I think I know how to do this." He began fiddling with the device, opening up a small twenty millimetre square panel in the side of it. "If I can modify the emitter's projection radius... right that's got that..." Blakus continued working on the forcefield generator. Meanwhile, the atmosphere was getting thinner, and Blakus was alarmed when he found that he was having difficulty breathing.
The atmosphere was thin, and what air had been collected in the Victory's little trip had been blown out already, with no forcefield. Blakus had considered setting up the forcefield in front of the breach where the turbolift had once rested, but had discounted that idea for two reasons. One, he didn't particularly fancy standing on the edge of what was effectively a bottomless chasm and two, he and Tiana had no idea whether or not the turbolift shaft breach was the only breach on the deck. They could be sealing off one only to be blown out by another and/or be suffocated anyway. Securing themselves in the maintenance room was the only option.
Before long, Blakus had the generator set up. With Tiana's help, he turned it on. The field flickered visibly for a second and disappeared, a steady hum started emanating from the generator. Blakus hesitantly flicked his hand at the doorway and pulled it away when he felt and saw it impact on the field. "It's working," he stated the obvious and started rubbing his hand back to life. Tiana nodded and they both sat down with relief. After a minute or so Blakus involuntarily laughed. It was purely a release of nervous energy and adrenaline. "Well that was a close one-" he started saying.
The forcefield flickered madly for a few seconds, and the noise from the generator died away. In that instant, Blakus felt all of the air rush out of the room. His face, neck and hands hurt as he felt what moisture was on them sucked away. His cheeks stung. Then he felt himself propelled off his feet. His mind swirled as he imagined his body was doing also. He felt like his eyes were on the verge of exploding, they rattled and vibrated in his eye sockets and he had to shut them, so now his eyelids were treated to the eternal vacuum cleaner as well.
In amongst the black all around him, Blakus knew what was happening, and yet didn't. Was he in the deep, dark of space? Or was it because he still had his eyes shut? He had no wish to know, whatever was happening he knew that all would stay purely black for him, so why wait around? The floundering engineer felt a sudden shock of pain in his lower back. Still wondering what it was that had caused the pain, he felt another pain somewhere else, higher up above his head... Searing pain enveloped that part of him and he felt a brief change in momentum, not knowing what it was and not wanting to know he kept his eyes shut. It was like some sort of nightmare, an intensely real one, it may as well have been one too. Blakus thought he heard someone cry out. Was that the science officer? What's her name again? he thought, Or rather what had been her name...?
Another sensation was experienced by the CEO, a colder one. Here we go at last, Blakus thought, The deeps of the vacuum, majestic in their cleanliness and simplicity.. At least, it will counteract the terrible burning in my arm.. I think it's my arm....
The feeling of cold unexpectedly faded then. Curious to see what was going on, knowing that his death was around the corner anyway, Blakus opened his eyes. He found himself staring up at light, just before he fell to a solid surface... He looked around and opened his mouth to speak, 'A transporter room?' he tried to say. Instead of forming eligible words, he choked and started coughing and gasping violently. His body was breathing air that it so desperately needed, and was doing it too quickly. Blakus rolled over to look at the transporter operator who was just then calling for sickbay. He rolled over again and found himself facing the prone form of Tiana Galwyn. The CEO lifted himself up and only then noticed his right arm. He gasped, this time in pain and couldn't believe what had happened to his limb. It was difficult to see through the shreds of uniform and blood, but it looked as if his forearm had been caught on something, something very sharp. There was a gash roughly twenty or twenty-five centimetres long... he winced and squeezed his eyes shut, wiping away the developing tears with his one good arm.
He got up and knelt by Tiana. "Tiana?" He got her attention. She turned over and sat up, somewhat bleary eyed Blakus thought, but she seemed in good condition. "Hi," Blakus said as she noticed him, "We're in the transporter room, medics are on the way."
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It didn't take the medics long to reach them. When they did they went straight to sickbay, Blakus sat on a biobed and watched as the acting CMO soon discharged Tiana from the sickbay and walked over to him. "Right Doctor, what can I do to get out of here?"
"Let's have a look at that arm first," said the CMO quickly, he sounded incredibly bored in Blakus's opinion. Blakus rolled his eyes, there wasn't much he could do though he had to admit, his arm would take some mending. All the same, the CEO started plotting an escape...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2008 3:54:06 GMT
The affect of the ship venting plasma coolant to keep from exploding was indeterminate at this time, was the report that came from the science officer on the bridge. Which wasn't as bad an answer as was possible, because no current observed affect meant that even if there was one it was minor at worst.
Commander Matthew indicated what he was doing to keep the ship running, and Nika acknowledged his efforts, and nodded her acceptance of his suggestion of manual checks. "Captain if we make it back to space Dock the ship will need a lot of repairs," Commander Matthew said. Her smile turned rather tight at his last statement though, because admitting doubts about that kind of thing seemed dumb. In many ways, Nika was rather old-fashioned.
"Quite," Nika replied the way she could best think to. "I'm sure Admiral Lin will be somewhat less than pleased."
It turned out that the one with the injured arm was the Chief Engineer, which was bad, but in another way it was almost alright, because this way he would be sure to stay out of dangerous situations.
The Victory hung in orbit of the planet, but she was anything but stationary as people buzzed around inside the ship. At least there was so much to do that most people didn't have a feeling of helplessness about the state of the ship. After all, there were plenty of repairs to be enacted; there wasn't that much time to reflect on the overall state of the ship. Except for Nika, who couldn't really reflect on anything but that.
As soon as she had a distraction, however, Nika wished that she could stay on the bridge, instead of handing it over to Commander Davis. "Commander Sharp, you're with me," she said. An engineer trying to repair a console near living quarters had wished to check with all the owners of the quarters who would be affected when he had to cut the power, and had entered a quarter to find two dead bodies. A security officer had gone to investigate, and as soon as murder was confirmed Nika was contacted.
=/\=This is Cir'Kem to Wong. If you have the time, and are interested in expressing your thoughts for a murder investigation, I'd like to meet you on Deck 8, outside Room 2108.=/\= Just saying the words murder investigation felt far too dramatic for Nika's taste, she wasn't trying to make the situation to be anything other than it was, but the words had unintended implications based on the fact that the main past situations Nika had come into contact with them had been from fictional novels.
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Post by Andae Blakus on Jul 15, 2008 15:04:03 GMT
Blakus lay disconsolately on the biobed. He had had to put his bids to escape aside for the moment, the sickbay staff were doing everything except keeping him under lock and key. Blakus actually thanked them for it, he didn't know for sure the strength of his right arm, but he was sure it was fairly weak. Just trying to flex it made him light headed. It was exhausting, rather than painful. The drugs administered by the acting CMO were numbing the pain.
A female doctor approached him carrying a rack of hyposprays. Blakus watched her approach and watched her set the rack down on a tray that was beside his biobed. "These will be administered every forty-five minutes for the next six hours. The doctor picked up nine of the hypospray vials, she connected one to a hypospray. "Starting now," she said and pressed the device to Blakus's neck.
Frowning, and rubbing with his left hand the slightly sore mark where she had pressed too hard, Blakus said, "Thanks, Doctor..?"
"Katie Abernathy." She said, turning away and walking back to the other side of sickbay.
Blakus scratched his chin.. "Abernathy..." he murmured to himself. Where have I heard that name...? Flashes, shards of images passed through Blakus's mind as he tried to remember who this person was and what particular thing she was associated with.
Then, he had it. He looked back over to where Doctor Abernathy had gone, now with great interest. This was Wong's girlfriend, he realised. Ahh.. fantastic. His eyes lit up, for an instant revealing the vengeful, joyous feeling that was gathering inside him. "Oh, excellent!" He said aloud, to most of sickbay.
Mystified and bemused faces looked the Chief Engineer's way, and he shut up and lay down again, feeling slightly embarrassed. While the rest of the crew began possible murder investigations, Blakus (being stuck in sickbay), began plotting...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2008 22:43:35 GMT
OOC: Captain, just as a point, the body has already been discovered and ignored on deck three. Referenced in my post on June 20th. I'm continuing to post accordingly if that's ok.
IC: Tiberian just stood back once the word was given, and allowed the engineers to work their magic. The core was taken offline in a matter of moments, and the coolant was then redirected to deck 4. Nothing could be heard, felt or seen from the effects of the manouvere, no alarms, no flashing consoles, just the engineers staring at the panels in front of them. Finally Mattheson spoke.
"It's working sir, the temperature on deck 4 is coming down. Stress fractures are beginning to seal themself, and heat damage is minimised. I think we just stopped the ship from exploding"
"Well that's always a good thing" Tiberian wiped his forehead and almost fell back into a panel in sheer relief "Cut off the coolant supply and return it to the storage tanks, and then redirect whatever auxilliary power we have left to the SI field on deck 4" He tapped his commbadge. =/\=Wong to Martinez, have you secured the access points on decks 3 and 5?=/\=
=/\=All done sir. Deck 4 is still hard vaccum, but it's isolated from the rest of the ship, as are the areas which have developed microfractures from the primary breach=/\=
=/\=Stand the men down, but I want half of them on permanent stand by, arrange a rota=/\= He cut the comm link.
"Just as a point sir, I don't think that we should leave orbit for a while. With the extra stress on the hull, and the likelihood of a misalignment of the navigational deflector, increasing to any velocity might have serious reprocussions for the ship's structural integrity"
"That and the fact that we've jsut disabled our own warp core" Tiberian added with a smile "Well, report to the first officer Lieutenant, until the Chief get's back, she's your engine room. Also, let him know that Colonel Wong recommends sending out a transmission to Assailant for a tow, and for a ship to take over our delivery mission. I'll be on deck five"
<TAG Commander Davis>
With a nod and a smile he left, heading for the nearest turbolift, now that the crisis was over, determined what had blown a big hole in his ship from the inside out. He had a fairly good idea, but he wanted to check one or two things before he went and did anything that he probably wouldn't regret.
=/\=This is Cir'Kem to Wong. If you have the time, and are interested in expressing your thoughts for a murder investigation, I'd like to meet you on Deck 3, outside Room 2108.=/\=
=/\=On my way ma'am=/\= Tiberian responded quickly, suddenly remembering T'Lar's earlier report to him. =/\=Wong to Corporal T'Lar, if you still remember that double murder you located earlier, I'm beginning to want to hear about it. Meet me outside room 2801=/\=
A few moments later Tiberian strode smartly onto deck three, quite thankful that the turbolifts were working, and that he hadn't had to climb through several hundred metres of jeffries tubing in order to get here, a mixture of security, engineers and marines had gathered around the entrance, along with two medical personnel who were inside, examining the bodies. Using his mere presence, Tiberian cut a swathe through the crowd and entered the room, kneeling and crossing himself by the murdered cub.
"Ensign Velin, ma'am, science department" he informed the Captain who stood over him "I fear I don't know the child's name. One of my men reported this to me earlier, but I was preoccupied with the hull breach at the time"
His artificial right eye focused slightly, allowing his vision to zoom in on the lacerations on the cub, seeing what would normally need a tricorder of microscope to see.
"Almost certainly a laser scalpel, straight clean incision. Severed carotid-jugular complex, and a punture to the medulla oblongata, or the Caitian equivalent at least. Belt and braces. This was a professional killing, scarily professional. I've only seen something like this once before, on Bellicose, and it does not bear thinking about that it could be happening again. Permission give to confine all non-essential personnel to quarters, begin roaming patrols and secure key areas ma'am. Plus, I want to speak to our new arrival, ma'am"
<TAG Captain Cir'Kem>
=/\=Wong to Martinez=/\= Tiberian said quietly, stepping away from Cir'Kem and tapping his commbadge =/\=I want you to do me a favour, get two men and go down to sickbay. Just stay there and keep an eye on Katie and the patients, I have a feeling we are in deep proverbial=/\=
<TAG Blakus>
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