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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2008 4:00:17 GMT
“As you can see the power flow to deck six is giving us some trouble, if you wouldn’t mind helping me with it I can leave the others in their current assignments.”
"Be happy to," Dan said, quickly processing the info on the PADD.
They headed over to the Jeffries tube, and Littlewood asked about getting hands dirty.
"Sure am, Commander," Dan said. "Control for the Primary Computer Core is on that deck, so we'll want to get that taken care of."
Dan let Littlewood climb in first, due to his own larger size. As they crawled through the Jeffiries tube, Dan commented, "This would definitely not be a good time for my holographic arm to flicker."
Dan could just picture that one: having his weight on that arm just as it flickered, sending downward, only to have it reappear and leave him elbow-deep in floor. He didn't want to imagine the pain that would arise from that.
As they opened up the power shunt, Dan noted, "The flow regulators on these things tend to temperamental after long periods of use. Control circuits generally need a bit of fine tuning when that happens."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2008 17:55:48 GMT
Jon’s reply was interrupted by the sound of an alarm urgently beeping, closing followed by the frantic sound of staff pressing buttons and calling out information. While Jon hurried to his station, Drew rose from his chair and stood in the centre of the bridge, where he could see everyone.
“Report,” he shouted out, as more alarms sounded and worried voices came over the intercom.
“Sensors have detected an explosion on deck four,” Seth reported without taking his eyes off his console, “we have lost communication with the entire deck.”
“Engineering and Security teams to deck four,” Drew ordered, starting to pace the bridge, “redirect power from the other decks to engage the fire suppression systems.
From Tactical Jon nodded his acknowledged and marched off the bridge, closely followed by two of his officers, as the turbolift doors closed, Drew heard Jon already issuing orders to his teams.
“Take us out of warp and hold position,” Drew ordered the Helmsmen, “Seth, begin a full ship wide diagnostic, find out what happened.”
While Seth began his work, Drew again engaged the comm system, this time contacting Dan and Tristan.
“Dan, we are getting reports of an explosion on deck four, communication is out and it seems power has failed throughout the deck, security are on the way, but I’d like you and Tristan to get over there and supervise the work, we have been unable to evacuate the deck.”
After Dan replied in the affirmative, Drew tried to contact Lucy, but his call was answered by static. As the buzzing sound continued, it suddenly occurred to Drew that sickbay was on deck four, and that Lucy had just returned there.
“Damn it,” Drew muttered under his breath as he waited for one of his officers to give him an updated report.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2008 14:46:37 GMT
Tristan nodded as Commander Trek told him about the power shunts, Tristan began giving the regulators the fine tuning they needed and made a mental note to keep an eye on them in future.
Tristan was almost finished with the work with the help of Commander Trek when the ship rocked hard causing Tristans head to smack into the bulkhead of the Jefferies tubes. The noise that accompanied the rocking of the ship told Tristan it wasn’t turbulence it sounded like an explosion of sorts. He immediately thought the ship was under attack but that thought disappeared when Admiral Drew’s voice came over the comm.
“Dan, we are getting reports of an explosion on deck four, communication is out and it seems power has failed throughout the deck, security are on the way, but I’d like you and Tristan to get over there and supervise the work, we have been unable to evacuate the deck.”
Tristan nodded to Commander Trek before tapping his own comm. Badge
=/\= Littlewood to Melendez, send damage control teams two and five down to deck four immediately then get there yourself I will join you in a second.=/\=
Tristan quickly replaced the panel and crawled as fastly as he could out of the Jefferies tubes.
As he exited the Jefferies tubes he found himself back in main engineering which was now only managed with a skeleton crew the others were already on deck four.
Tristan ran out of Engineering as fast as he could to the closest turbolift, he made it there before Commander trek and made sure the doors didn’t close before he entered.
Tristan nodded to Commander Trek as he entered the lift.
“Just as the ship was getting back in order… Deck four.”
The turbolift sped off toward deck four.
The turbolift stopped, the doors opened, and Melendez immediately approached Tristan.
“Chief, section twenty one was the area that exploded I have teams working on structural integrity and another on life support they are struggling to clean the air.”
Tristan followed Melendez as he lead them to the scene of the explosion.
“Do you have any idea what caused it yet?”
Melendez shook his head.
“No but Lieutenant Hellacaan is investigating.”
Tristan nodded and tapped his comm. Badge.
=/\= Littlewood to Helacaan, Seth have you got any information on what happened down here?=/\=
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2008 21:42:41 GMT
Dan shined the flashlight he had picked up as he left Engineering through the darkness, dust and debris of the now ruined section of Deck 4. The light however, seemed almost unnecessary with the red alert and other warnings flashing their lights. Between the warning klaxons, and people yelling to each other to heard above them, the area was just a terribly loud cacophony that would have made even a Nausicaan wince.
"Computer!" Dan yelled louder still over the din. "Silence all alarms klaxons, authorization Trek Alpha Nine Three!"
Then suddenly the area became a whole lot quieter, and then shortly became quieter still as crewmembers' persistently loud voices registered that it was now less noisy, and dropped their voices down as well.
Dan worked his way into Sickbay, with people moving out of his way, perhaps as much due to his massive size as his rank. There were voices flying everywhere, asking for this equipment or that medication, or reporting the condition of some injured person.
One voice, however, was noticeably absent. "Doctor Grey!" Dan called out.
"She's over here," came a voice from over near the most seriously damaged section.
Dan came over to find the Asst CMO, Dr. Rollins, along with a herd of medical personnel, surrounding Lucy as she lay on the floor. She looked bad. She was badly burned, and she was bleeding heavily. Rollins himself had a face covered in a mess of dirt and sweat. He had clearly hadn't been very far away at the time of the explosion.
Rollins noticed Dan crouch down next to them, and began reporting without breaking his focus on his work. "She's badly hurt, Commander. She was right next to the explosion. She's got third-degree burns, head trauma, concussion, shrapnel wounds, and she's bleeding heavily. Any idea what caused the explosion, sir?"
"We're still working on that. Are more medical teams on their way?" Dan asked.
"I've recalled all of them," Rollins reported. "What do you want us to do about Sickbay?"
"Let Engineering worry about all this. Take what you need and set up an emergency sickbay in the Observation Lounge," Dan ordered.
"Aye sir," Rollins replied, gesturing for technicians to begin carefully moving Dr. Grey on a stretcher that just arrived.
Dan stood up to report back to Admiral Drew. =/\= Trek to Bridge. Doctor Grey is seriously injured, Admiral. I've instructed Doctor Rollins to set up an emergency Sickbay in the Observation Lounge =/\=
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Dec 14, 2008 2:46:11 GMT
It took a moment for Seth to get his thoughts in order. The information rolling through his screen came faster and faster, telling him all he needed to know about the explosion. In addition to the ship-wide diagnostic that the Admiral ordered to be conducted, Seth had to analyse this data and figure out what had just occurred.
As he scanned the data before him, Seth silently wished that the problems on deck 4 would not be too serious in the end. Even though he had to acknowledge that they had lost communication with the whole deck, he hoped that the ship's mission to find the USS Bartlet would not be affected too heavily. After another half-minute the situation resolved itself, and just as Seth was about to report his findings to the Admiral, a call came through for him on his commbadge. It was Littlewood.
Seth straightened and listened to the CEO's voice. =/\= Littlewood to Helacaan, Seth have you got any information on what happened down here?=/\=
"Yes, sir." Seth said and glanced at his console, "The main EPS conduit for that deck has ruptured, near to sickbay in corridor S21 Beta. The hull has been weakened, and the air has been contaminated by the plasma. We'll keep in contact Commander." Littlewood acknowledged and Seth closed the channel. That was just an initial report, they still had no idea about the number of casualties, let alone estimates for repair.
A moment later, Seth was dealt another shock. Apparently, Dan Trek had managed to enter sickbay. That meant the air was not so impure that it was unbreathable anymore (although they did have to worry about possible plasma coolant leaks, something Seth would be investigating). The Nevada's first officer reported that Doctor Grey had been seriously hurt. Trying to work through the shock of hearing the news, Seth began relentlessly scanning sickbay, and he sent various recommendations to various departments over what to do about the structural integrity issue, as well as informing them about a possibility of EPS coolant leakage.
After a while more investigating, from the Ops console Seth reported his findings on how the EPS rupture was caused to Admiral Drew. The Wezean opened a comm channel to Commander Littlewood as well, thinking that it would be wise to have him hear it.
"It appears," Seth said slowly as Drew turned around to listen, "That the rupture arose from a sudden surge in the plasma flow. Such a surge would normally have been prevented by the flow regulators for the conduit in question, however, yesterday the conduit underwent a scheduled maintenance and repair exam," Seth was struggling to say it, "From the evidence I would say there was an error made by the engineers who performed the repairs."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2008 12:13:19 GMT
Just an hour before the atmosphere on Nevada’s bridge had been relaxed, even happy, now in the space of just a few minutes all that had changed. Although the alarms had now stopped, reports were coming in from all over the ship, listing damage and injuries, with each report the air seemed to grow even more tense, especially when Dan Trek reported the news on Dr. Grey. From his place in the centre of the bridge, Drew did his best to remain calm and create an outward appearance of being in full control. If he showed the slightest sign of weakness or doubt now, then crew moral would plummet.
Fighting the urge to ask Seth if he had completed his initial report, Drew sat back in his chair and pretended to be busily engaged in reading one of his pads. In truth he was just staring at the words, waiting for someone to tell him why this had happened to his ship and how it would be resolved.
That moment came soon enough.
As he listened to Seth report that the accident had likely been caused by a mistake made by Engineers, Drew felt like someone had punched him. Anger began to boil inside him at the incompetence of whoever that Engineer was and inwardly he pictured himself hitting the crewmember over the head with something heavy. Outwardly though, he maintained his calm composure.
“I see,” Drew said slowly, responding to Seth, “check the repair logs and find out who that Engineer was.”
Seth nodded and turned back round to face his console, as did everyone else on the bridge. However, by the lack of button pushing that was going on, Drew knew that just as he had been pretending to read his padd, so his bridge crew were pretending to work. All of them were waiting to hear what their Captain would say to the Chief Engineer, who was still on the open comm channel.
“Commander Littlewood,” Drew said in a rather cold tone, “once you have finished on deck four, I would like to see you and your deputy in my ready room.”
Tristan replied that he would do so, as soon as he was able.
Not bothering to acknowledge him, Drew closed the channel and turned to again face the Ops station.
“Seth, are we safe to return to warp speed?”
With an affirmative response from the Ops Officer, Drew ordered that they should resume their course; their ETA was now only one hour. The irony was not lost on Drew that as well as searching for a lost, possibly badly damaged or even destroyed Starfleet ship, they would now be licking their own wounds before they had even entered the scene. Not something that he considered the best start to a mission. Still, they did have a mission to complete, and the Bartlet must remain their priority. With that in mind, Drew again addressed his Ops Officer.
“Have we had any progress in identifying the blip on the sensors?”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2008 12:52:36 GMT
The news hit Tristan hard, he reached out a hand and steadied himself on the bulkhead. A sense of nausea was rising within him, he could hardly believe the news but he couldn’t find the words to ask Seth to double check.
The comm. Channel went silent for a few moments before Admiral Drew’s cold voice told him to report to his ready room with his deputy as soon as he could. Tristan could only muster a pathetic.
“Yes sir.”
A few seconds later the comm. Channel closed and Tristan felt the familiar hum of the warp drive activating.
Tristan took a few deep breaths before turning to an Engineer who had overheard Seth’s report and said.
“Go to Engineering, find the person who did the repairs and bring them to me now.”
The engineer only nodded the look of worry stuck on his face.
Tristan stood there for a few moments seemingly stuck in place unable to move until Lt. Melendez walked up to him.
“Chief repairs are going well, the Life support systems should have the air completely clean within a few minutes.. and the structural damage aint too bad.”
Tristan only nodded before Melendez’s words sunk in.
“Thank you Lieutenant… I will give you a hand.”
Thirty minutes later a young woman approached Tristan and said.
“May I speak to you alone Chief?”
Tristan turned to say no but when he saw she was one of his staff and she looked rather frightened he changed his mind he nodded and they walked up to the turbolift.
After entering the turbolift she immediately turned to him and said.
“Sir…. I was the… one who… made the repairs.”
Tears began to roll down her eyes and Tristan’s whole plan of taking out his frustrations on the person responsible went out the airlock. She was Lt. Jg Sally King a promising engineer who Tristan didn’t know all to well. But immediately he felt bad for her.
“Sally go to your quarters… I want you to write down everything you remember about the repairs.. don’t talk to anyone.. and don’t answer any questions until you hear back from me.”
She only nodded as she wiped the tears and Tristan hit the control padd for the turbolift opening the doors back to deck four.
The repairs were going well enough that he could be spared so he could see the Admiral, something he was far from looking forward to doing. He walked down the hallway until he saw Melendez.
“Melendez with me.”
Melendez followed closely as Tristan filled him in on the accident and Sally King.
“When we get there stay quite I will do the talking… no need to make it three heads on the chopping block.”
The turbolift ride was the longest in Tristan’s life, and neither he nor Melendez said a word. The doors opened and the eyes of everyone on the bridge except Drew’s turned to look at them. Tristan ignored the feeling of failure and walked with his head held high despite his feeling of dread.
“Admiral, you wished to see me.”
Tristan said loudly enough to gain his attention as he walked up to the command section.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2008 17:30:50 GMT
OOC Note: This post takes place forty minutes after my last, giving Seth the opportunity to give the report I requested at the end of my last.
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Drew heard the turbolift open, heard the hushed silence fall on the bridge and the sound of a pair of feet steps approaching him. Despite all this, he did not look up or even acknowledge that anyone had entered the bridge. He knew who it would be.
When Tristan announced his presence, Drew still did not acknowledge him, instead he continued to read the report on his station. After what must have been a few uncomfortable minutes for Tristan and his Deputy, Drew rose from his chair. Looking briefly at his Chief Engineer he told him to follow him to the ready room and then marched the Engineers off the bridge, leaving Seth once again in command.
As trio entered the ready room Drew continued to not say anything, he approached the replicator, ordering his favourite beverage while not offering his guests anything. He then pulled down on his uniform jacket, took a slip of his tea, sat in his chair, his arms folded out on the desk before and said:
“Well?”
Tristan launched into an explanation on what had happened, how a new Engineer had completed the repairs, how he and the Engineer involved were both sorry, and assurances that it would not happen again.
“I want you to complete a full review of your training procedures,” Drew said when Tristan had finished, “I want a full report on my desk by the end of the week outlining how you intended to improve your staff’s training and how this will not happen again. Until I say otherwise, all work will be double checked by either you or Deputy Melendez, a formal reprimand will be entered on Lieutenant King’s file and I am issuing you with a verbal warning.”
As Drew said all this, both Tristan and Melendez continued to stand sharply to attention in front of his desk, neither displaying any emotion at his verdict or reaction. Throughout the entire speech, Drew’s tone had remained crisp, but there was a hint of the anger that he was feeling and his annoyance with the mistakes that they had made.
“Is there anything either of you would like to add?” he asked when he had finished.
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“Understood,” Drew replied, “in that case, you are both dismissed.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2008 23:29:00 GMT
As Dan supervised the relocation of Sickbay, one of the first orders of business was the relocation of the wounded, particularly Dr. Grey.
An aura of solemnity seemed to accompany the good doctor's stretcher, particularly thanks to the subdued moods of those responsible for its transport. There were rather long faces among them, and they seemed to always speak in lowered voices.
As the CMO's procession (that's what it seemed like) moved through the disaster-ridden corridor, the medial personnel and engineering crews alike moved aside to let them pass. But Dan couldn't help but notice one lone crewmember standing still, in stark contrast to near-chaotic activity around her, watching the procession go by.
As Dan approached her, he could see that young medical technician wasn't really watching at all. She was just standing there, arms folded such that her hands were grasping the opposite elbow, and her wide eyes were just staring blankly at the bulkhead across the corridor. Shell-shocked, Dan concluded.
"Crewman?" Dan asked. "Are you alright?"
"Doctor.....Doctor Grey's....I mean she's...is she going to be alright, sir?" the crewman asked, her wide-eyed stare turning to him.
"Well," Dan began, unsure how exactly to answer the question, since the answer was still up in the air.
Just then, the crewman's face changed, and she started crying. "She's been so good to me," she sobbed through her tears. "I was having trouble adjusting to being away from home, and she helped me through it all. If something happens to her..."
This wasn't the place for this; neither for her benefit or the crew's. The father/grandfather/great-grandfather came out in him, and he put his arm around the young woman's shoulder. "Come this way," he said, and gently led her down a side corridor, and into a less damaged, more quieter section.
Once there, he ignored all appearances, dropped all pretenses, and just put his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. She just continued to sob as she leaned into his chest, though it was actually more about his stomach thanks to the height difference.
This young woman needed more help than he had the ability or time to provide. =/\= Commander Trek to Counselor Vise. Could you please report to Deck 4? There's a crewmember here that could use your services =/\=
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Dec 17, 2008 13:59:30 GMT
"Have we had any progress in identifying the blip on the sensors?" Drew asked as the ship jumped back into warp.
"Affirmative, sir." Seth said. He had kept his cool remarkably through the last half an hour, despite the tumultuous events there within. That, surely though, had something to do with his location. Had Seth been at home, the weight of formality would not be lying so heavily on his shoulders and keeping his rational side in control. "The blip is definitely a vessel, however it has not moved since last I looked. I would say that it is disabled."
The Admiral nodded in thanks and returned his gaze to the viewscreen, which was once more displaying the distorted starfield that the Nevada was moving through. Seth returned to his work, which now mainly consisted of analysing their 'blip' on the long-range sensors. Lieutenant Hasak arrived for his shift on the Ops console, and Seth found himself reluctant to give up the post.
So he did not leave it, instead he instructed Hasak to move to Mission Ops. That console could be seeing more usage fairly soon, Seth thought, Why not let it warm up? After watching Hasak get the console started, Seth turned back to his work. He had several theories regarding the - relatively - stationary vessel on sensors. He had suggested to the Admiral that the ship was disabled, but he also had further ideas that were not appropriate to report, considering that they were merely conjecture at this stage. The vessel could already be destroyed, given the readings of the spectroscopic sensors analysing the physical composition. Some of the lines suggested carbonisation, which may indicate that the ship had been in a battle and was now a mere hulk, completely destroyed, no survivors.
The next question: was this vessel the Bartlet? Of this Seth still had no clue. All the evidence was still too inconclusive. It was only when the ship was within twenty minutes of the coordinates supplied to them that they found out. The vessel was several thousands of kilometres from the last known position of the USS Bartlet, it was not recognisable to the Nevada's sensors at all.
"The blip is non-Starfleet, Admiral." Seth reported from Ops. "A ship, destroyed and adrift I would say, roughly one hundred and fifty metres in length." The Nevada was on the final stretch now, gliding through the mirky, black depths, approaching the location of the spindly remnant that barely registered on their sensors. All that remained of the unknown vessel.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2008 3:06:44 GMT
< Magnus Prime >
Emperor Ben Stevenson, once just Captain of the Bartlet, now Imperial Emperor of Magnus Prime, sat in his throne room. He sat in a reduced version of his former uniform. As adopted by most of the crew, the uniform vest, worn on its own on top of other clothing, was now coming to be viewed as a vestment of nobility among the indigenous population.
"Your Excellency?" said, an approaching figure.
"Yes, Chamberlain?"
"Lord Michaels of the Imperial Engineering Corps has arrived, my Lord," the Chamberlain announced.
"Let him approach."
"Your Excellency," said Grant Michaels, previously his Chief Engineer, smiling in amusement at the honorific. Michaels was one of those quite amused at the subjugation of the Magnans in exchange for the Bartlet's medical services. "You wished to see me?"
"I've been thinking," Stevenson said. "Couldn't we bring the Bartlet down to the surface from orbit to make use of the warp core for power generation?"
"Such a landing would irreparably damage the nacelles, sir," Michaels pointed out.
"Well, I don't plan on going anywhere, do you?" Stevenson asked, condescendingly, as if Michaels had just pointed that two plus two equaled for.
"We'll see what we can do," Michaels said, and departed.
"Your Excellency," the Chamberlain said, approaching again. "The Governor wishes an audience with you." The Chamberlain was actually a Magnan, hired for his knowledge of Magnan custom and temperament, to help Stevenson better interact with the Magnans.
Stevenson sighed. "Very well," he said, at the trailing end of his sigh.
The Governor had been one of heads of state from the planet before the Bartlet crew took over. As he entered, he eyed General Mustev suspiciously.
General Mustev, once Chief of Security, was now head of the Imperial Guard. The Andorian, thanks to his antennae, was gaining a mystique and mythology among the Magnans, and 'tales' of the Andorians 'abilities' got more grand and outlandish every time Stevenson got wind of them. The most ridiculous was that Mustev, through his antennae, could see into a person's soul, and know their deepest secrets.
The Governor, himself trying to ignore some of those same tales, approached the throne. "Your Excellency," he said, giving a slight bow. "I know our governments agreed to grant you and your crew sovereignty in exchange for your medical services, but we didn't think it'd be so...radical a change."
"Well, when you consider how great of medical issues were plaguing your people before we agreed to help you, well...advancement has its price," Stevenson said, smirking.
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Michaels went quickly away from the Throne Room, wishing to consult the former First Officer of the Bartlet. Entering her new office, he said, "I need to speak to the Regent immediately."
Michaels was gestured in, and was greeted by the Imperial Regent, Lax. "Hey Grant, where's the fire?"
"You wanted me to let you know if Stevenson showed signs of going off the deep end? Well, he wants to ground the Bartlet, and isn't concerned about it being able to talk off again. If we go through with this, Bartlet won't be leaving Magnus ever again. Not in one piece anyway."
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Post by sarlina on Dec 19, 2008 16:07:54 GMT
"If you could have said anything to her, what would you want to say?"
"I... I don't know." the woman across from Sarlina managed a shrug. "Thank you, I guess. She's done so much, and I... I never really got a chance to thank her. There's always so much to do, and she's always been so busy. And even so, she managed to find time for everybody. Even me. so... that's what I'd want to say to her. Thanks." The medical technician raised her eyes to meet Sarlina's.
"What do you think made her different?"
"What do you mean?"
"You felt like you could trust her, right?" At the nod, Sarlina continued. "Why do you think that was? What made you want to tell her things?"
"She would listen, above all," the woman looked back at her hands clasped on the table. "Wouldn't judge, wouldn't ask too many questions. Would just let me talk. She almost made it hard not to trust her."
"What do you think you would have done without her?"
"Probably just continued. Made my way through every day. Just working. I'd eventually learn to adjust, to not miss my family as much. But it would have been a lot harder, and longer."
Sarlina wished that she could reassure the woman that everything would be okay. Wished she knew that Lucy would be okay. But she didn't. She had no guarantees, only hopes. Hopes that were the same as most of the people on the ship.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2008 13:15:03 GMT
From the centre of the bridge Drew watched as the bulky burnt remains of the ship grew larger on the Nevada’s forward viewscreen. As he studied the image before him, he felt a deep sense of regret and sadness, but also relief, sadness that another crew, another group of explorers had died, but relief that it was not Starfleet, not the Bartlet. Whoever these poor people were, they were not his people, and for that he had this guilty feeling of relief.
Watching the remains of the ship float around before him, he was reminded that space, and the galaxy, was a very fickle mistress. This could be the fate of anyone of them. Indeed, if the mistakes of Engineering had been more serious, this could have been their fate. Commander Littlewood certainly had a lot to make up for. Making a mental note to visit Engineering later, he returned his attention to the task at hand.
“Seth begin completing a review of what may have caused this,” he said in a soft voice, breaking the silence that had descended on the bridge “we should find out how these people died.” It was the very least they could do, it was what he hoped someone would do for him one day.
As Seth set about his tasks, Drew’s thoughts turned back to his own ship and his crew. He knew that the emergency sickbay had been set up, and that thankfully no one had died in the accident, although many were injured, including their Chief Medical Officer, a situation that he no doubt was causing the crew great distress.
Making a decision, Drew rose from his chair and began walking towards the turbolift, informing Seth that he again held command of the bridge.
Walking into what had been the observation lounge, now a hastily put together sickbay, Drew was hit by the smell of illness and felt a sense of panic and chaos that filled the room. Walking around the cots, he smiled encouragingly at the injured, offered them his well wishes and told them that he fully expected them to be back at their stations in no time.
For now, he avoided walking over to the cot where Lucy was. He had known the young Doctor since she was a senior in the Academy, it had been he who had overseen her training mission to join Section 47, and for now, he did not want to see her in such a state.
Instead, he sought out the ship’s Counsellor, who was sat talking to two women, one of whom had her hand in a bandage and burn marks along her face and uniform. As the three saw Drew approach, they stopped talking and all rose.
“Please, as you were,” Drew said, “Counsellor, I just wanted a word with you, if you have the time?”
Sarlina replied that she did, and together her and Drew walked to a quiet corner of the room.
When they were out of ear shot of the injured, Drew asked in a quiet voice, “how are our people Counsellor?”
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Dec 27, 2008 18:15:14 GMT
"Seth begin completing a review of what may have caused this," Drew said quietly sand calmly, "we should find out how these people died." The Admiral's tone was solemn, all was silent across the bridge. Seth took a moment to reply.
"Yes, sir," he said finally. Still the silence on the bridge persisted, interrupted only by the beeping of consoles and the constant thrumming of the warp core deep below their feet. If there was a steady presence that could be relied on in these times, Seth thought, then the warp core was it. No matter the level of emotional turmoil among the living beings manning her, the Nevada herself could be trusted as the reliable shoulder to lean on, the level headed presence to look up to. In a way it reflected as a macrocosm Seth's own life, he had always needed something to control him, to steady his mind and make his life a comfortable one.
Seth began on the task that the Admiral had set him. The fact that the wrecked frame of a ship before them was not the Bartlet gave rise to some interesting questions. It was only a few million kilometres from the last known coordinates of the Nebula class Starfleet vessel, if the two ships whose fates were in question weren't somehow linked, then that was one big coincidence. No, there had to be a link between the two.
Any number of theories were springing to Seth's mind, but like he had reasoned earlier in the day, any theory without evidence was mere conjecture. And any theory that followed that line was not worth reporting, or even considering. Evidence was to be the way of it, Seth decided. He turned to Lieutenant Hasak, standing behind him and facing the opposite direction, manning the Mission Ops console. "Lieutenant, start running a full sensory analysis of that ship. We need to know exactly how it was destroyed, I will scan the surrounding space, looking for any residual ion trails. This being the last known location of our missing quarry, it stands to reason that there will be a Starfleet warp signature leading away from here."
Drew got up to leave the bridge. Seth did not know where he was heading but the Admiral did inform Seth that he was in command of the bridge again. "Thank you, sir," the Wezean replied quietly. He did not know whether he meant it or not. Seth did not take the command chair this time however. He had scans to run, and although he knew he could monitor their progress from the command chair's panel, he wished to be able to change the scans' parameters and targets at will. The command chair had limited functionality in that regard.
It was in just five minutes that Lieutenant Hasak got some meaningful results. "Full scan of the general hull complete, sir." He reported to Seth. Helacaan turned to face Hasak and nodded in indication that he was listening. "The ship was destroyed by weapons fire, that much I can tell for sure sir."
"Starfleet weapons?" Seth asked quietly so that only Hasak would hear him. He stepped up beside Hasak and took a look at the scan results himself.
"I believe so," Hasak stated. He tapped a few buttons with his Benzite hands and called up a spectroscopic chart, as well as a visual diagram showing a close up of the unknown vessel's blackened hull. He pointed to the images, "The blast marks and natural by-product caused by the weapons is mostly consistent with Starfleet phaser and torpedo impacts. There are a few differences that I don't recognise, and am at a loss to explain."
Seth eyed the results of Hasak's scans coolly. This was going to cause some reaction, he imagined. "Keep your scans going," he told his assistant quietly, "We need to finish this." Hasak nodded and returned to work.
=/\=Admiral Drew this is Lieutenant Helacaan,=/\= Seth called on his commbadge, =/\=Sorry to interrupt you sir but you may want to see this.=/\= Seth did not want to report his findings over the comm, in case Drew was in the presence of others. That would create unnecessary alarm at an already stressful time, and the Nevada's COO was not even sure of the results yet.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2008 0:46:38 GMT
Dan was busy in the Observation Lounge, helping the medical staff as much as he could with readying their make-shift Sickbay. Littlewood's engineering teams were rather busy concerning themselves with the damage on Deck 4, and therefore the Chief Engineer had few people to spare.
"Commander Trek, we could use your assistance over here," the Head Nurse called over.
Dan worked his way over to a bed where the Head Nurse and another medical technician had converged on a medical console. Spares had been brought from ship's stores to facilitate the emergency Sickbay, and Dan was being kept quiet busy helping getting it all up and running.
Dan saw Admiral Drew enter the room, and he stopped and started to turn to meet up with the Admiral, but as Drew didn't seem to be seeking him out, Dan just continued on. As he went over made his way over, he noticed that it was bio-bed occupied by Doctor Grey that the two medics were concerning themselves with. Dan did his best not to dwell on the CMO's condition as he neared. It wasn't easy seeing Lucy like this.
"Yes, Lieutenant?" Dan asked the Head Nurse, determinedly not looking at Lucy.
"We can't seem to get this diagnostic console to work properly," the Head Nurse replied. "It keeps reading my bio-signs instead of Lucy's."
Dan pulled out a tricorder, and scanned the console. "Sensors are out of alignment," he reported rather quickly. "I'll take care of this."
"Thank you, sir," the Head Nurse said, smiling lightly. The medical staff were visibly concerned for their chief.
A hyperspanner would take care of this, Dan thought to himself. Looking around, he saw no tool kits floating around. He'd just have to get one. There was a simple solution, at least for someone of his security clearance.
"Computer," he began, but then stopped himself, thinking of a far more convenient option. He was about to ask the computer to initiate a site-to-site transport to bring an engineering tool-kit to him from out of storage, when he realized he already had one, in a way. "Cancel inquiry."
This option didn't come to mind very often anymore, due to lack of use for it, but Dan rolled up his sleeve, deactivated his holo-prosthetic, and in its place, materialized a hyperspanner, sprouting from his emitter. An impressive little capability that its designers had programmed into it due to Dan's ability and preference in the engineering field, his holo-prosthetic was capable of becoming every tool found in a standard tool kit.
As he activated it and began working on the console, he realized he hadn't even remembered this function of the emitter when working with Littlewood down in Engineering. He had been handed a tool kit, and therefore by habit just starting making use of it, without even considering this alternative.
How had he let that option slip by him? Was he losing his edge? As he looked over at Drew, who was now consulting with Counselor Vise, his desire to speak to the Admiral about these growing concerns strengthened. He would have to do that soon.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2009 15:40:07 GMT
As he listened to Sarlina’s words, Drew’s own sense of doom and gloom increased. The explosion had shocked many and with key members of the crew badly injured there was a sense that they would not be able to recover from this mess. As the news that the accident had been caused by a mistake on the part of the ship’s Engineers spread through the ship, there was also an increasing sense of a lack of confidence in the abilities of the senior staff to run and maintain the ship.
Thanking the counsellor for her thoughts, Drew continued to walk around the makeshift sickbay. As before he spoke a few words to those who he could, and those that he couldn’t he smiled reassuringly at or patted on the shoulder as he walked past.
As he approached the opposite side of the room, he noticed that Dan Trek was using interesting methods to make repairs. The First Officer had somehow replaced his holographic arm with the engineering tool that was required to carry out the repairs. Drew had been aware that since he had entered the room, his First Officer had been occasionally looking over at him, and he was reminded of his earlier observations in the ready room that Dan had something he wished to discuss with him.
“Ingenious method Commander,” Drew said as he approached Dan Trek, “I would imagine it saves a great deal of time.”
As the First Officer looked up to speak, he was interrupted by Seth’s call from the bridge, asking for Drew’s presence at once. Hearing the edge in Seth’s voice, the command duo exchanged nervous glances and then with a mutual nod of understanding both quickly left the sickbay and headed for the nearest turbolift, directing it to take them to the bridge.
<tag Dan Trek, we can walk and talk>
Walking out onto the bridge, Drew was still thinking about Dan’s words when his attention was pulled back to the crisis at hand by the look on Seth’s face. The Ops Officer was now standing nervously in the centre of the bridge, and held a data padd in his hands.
“Shall we do this in the ready room Lieutenant?” Drew asked as he and Dan walked down to the command level.
With a nod of agreement from Seth, Drew led the way to the small room to the right of the bridge. When the doors were closed, Seth handed Drew the padd, and then began to report on its contents.
“As you can see sir,” Seth said as Drew’s eyebrows raised in alarm at the words before him, “it appears that the weapons used to destroy the ship in question were Starfleet in origin.”
“The Bartlet?” Drew asked in disbelief, “surely that is not possible?”
Neither Dan or Seth answered, Dan instead busied himself for a few moments by reading the report which Drew had now handed to him and Seth appeared to be finding the carpeting in the ready room suddenly very interesting.
“Well gentlemen?” Drew said after a few more minutes of silence, “what do you both think?”
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Post by sarlina on Jan 2, 2009 16:35:57 GMT
"How are our people, counselor?"
"Given the circumstances, they're holding up okay. Everyone is a little shaken over Doctor Grey, in addition to their own injuries. They're mostly coping, but... I'm not sure how they'll manage to work when the time is needed. They aren't exactly the most trusting right now, especially not of Engineers." Sarlina glanced over her shoulder at where Dan was working. He appeared to have only one hand, and a tool kit as well. Resisting the urge to stare, she turned her attention back to the Admiral. "It doesn't seem good."
"I was afraid of that." The Admiral walked away to talk with Dan. Sarlina turned back to the two women she had been talking to.
"I'm just... so afraid," the burned woman was telling the other. "If something like this could happen on the Nevada... it's the sort of thing that you hear about. But you don't think it could happen. Not really. That an engineer, someone who you've seen but never really talked to, or even someone who was your friend... You don't think that they could be so careless and now..."
The other woman nodded, then looked to Sarlina, obviously not sure what to say next.
"You know people in engineering, and you're afraid that they might have been the people who caused this. You're afraid that one of your friends was that careless?"
The woman looked down at her hands. "There was one... she was always a little reckless. Sometimes hurrying through things... it could have been her."
"And it could have been someone different. Someone you've never met before. Engineering is big. You don't need to worry about it. That's not your job. Your job is to attempt to pick up the pieces."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2009 17:33:00 GMT
"Ingenious method Commander,” Drew said as he approached Dan Trek, “I would imagine it saves a great deal of time.”
Dan was about to say that the credit went to the creators of the device, when Seth's call come through, and the two quickly headed for the Bridge.
"Thoughts, Commander?" Drew asked as they went.
"They're trying their best to keep going, but the medical staff are badly shaken by Doctor Grey's incapacitation. It's slowing down their response times. Dr. Rollins is holding things together well, but treating their own Chief is taking its toll on them, sir."
As they entered the Bridge, it was very clear that Seth had news that he was not keen on reporting. After the three entered the Ready Room, it became very clear why.
“The Bartlet?” Drew asked in disbelief, “surely that is not possible?”
Dan didn't answer, for he was busy studying the results of Seth's report. There was something about these findings.
“Well gentlemen?” Drew said after a few more minutes of silence, “what do you both think?”
"While I was serving as the Commanding Officer of Omicron Shipyards, I saw plenty of weapons fire blast marks. Analyzing became a bit of a morbid hobby. These results are fairly consistent with the standard armament of a Nebula-class, yes, but not entirely. The weapons that caused this were modified somehow, Admiral. It looks as if their tractor beam was brought into play, and was used to send an antimatter surge to caused a feedback loop in their systems. No way to verify that, but it's a likely scenario."
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Jan 4, 2009 21:51:35 GMT
"The Bartlet?" Drew asked in disbelief, "surely that is not possible?"
"I am afraid it is sir." Seth supplied non too helpfully. He had his hands behind his back, Drew was to his right, standing aghast; and completing the triangle was Commander Trek to Seth's left, intently studying the Ops Chief's PADD.
Eventually Trek finished reading the PADD, and after an exhalation of breath, he spoke quietly, giving his thoughts. Seth listened to Trek with interest. He had nearly forgotten about that discrepancy in the blast marks' signatures, the discrepancy which Lieutenant Hasak and himself were unable to explain. Trek's vast experience in the field had allowed him to formulate a hypothesis on the spot, where Seth would have had to research extensively.
"Admiral Drew, if what this PADD suggests is true," Seth said, "Then we should consider that their may have been... mitigating circumstances, that gave the Bartlet reason to fire on this vessel." He was trying to reassure the Admiral as much as anything. Drew's initial reaction to Seth's report had been one of shock, the Wezean felt it was worth reminding him that there were other possibilities, even though the evidence he had presented thus far was fairly damning...
"Although.." Seth said, "Based on the configuration of that hulk out there, or what we can garner from it, I believe it unlikely that it was a combat vessel. In fact, we have found no evidence of any tactical capability at all, no remains of projectile pods or particle beam arrays or anything of the sort. Captain Stevenson must have had very good reason to fire on that ship for his actions to be warranted."
Once Drew had thanked Seth for his report and dismissed him from the ready room, the COO returned to his work. He had new matters to attend to; he had tried to make a start on it earlier but the investigation of the dead hulk had taken up much of his time. Leaving the more detailed analysis to Lieutenant Hasak, who had already intensely studied it and therefore was in a better position to do so, Seth got on with trying to find any sort of warp trail of the Bartlet. As soon as he and Hasak had ascertained that the ship out there was not the Bartlet, they had scanned the surrounding region for any other debris that was Starfleet in origin. They had found nothing at all, not one speck of the Nebula class vessel.
In this case however, Seth did not have much of a problem locating no less than three ion trails. His eyes widened slightly at the data on his screen. Those ion trails must have belonged to the destroyed ship, the Bartlet, and... what? He probed further, deeper, with the sensors. Scanning for anything that would give a better indication of the source of the ion trails, as well as which direction they came from and where they were going. Three separate, discernible trails made it difficult to scan with any certainty.
Eventually, he got some information. There was one trail, almost certainly the Bartlet's although it was impossible to tell for sure, leading from the general direction of Starbase 47 and heading away from the Nevada's current location towards their actual planned coordinates, their first contact mission. Another trail ended here, leading from the direction of the 'first contact planet'; surely the destroyed ship. And, most intriguingly, a third warp trail that led from the direction of the planet - five parsecs away - stopped here and then reversed course and followed roughly the course of the Bartlet back to the planet from whence it came.
It was fascinating, Seth thought. Trying to piece together what happened here, based on a few fading signatures of warp and impulse trails. The COO now had a fairly good picture in his head of what likely happened, but what he could not learn from the sensors was why it had happened. Why would the crew of a Federation vessel do such a thing to an unarmed ship?
Seth reported his findings.
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Post by Jon Park on Jan 7, 2009 22:23:24 GMT
Jon sat behind his desk and saw his mom and someone the family trusted and he was looking for a sign in his mom's face. The pips shined off her collar and he saw the Commander rank shine and slide his fingers to his pips also. As he felt the metal in his fingers Admiral Janeway started.
"Commander we here at starfleet would like to inform you that we are reopening your fathers case. We have found information that shows that Former Starfleet officer Lt.Commander Collins was correct and your Father is alive somewhere." Janeway was looking at the screen even thought Jon knew it was a message.
Jon looked at his mother before the screen flashed off he saw hope on her face. Jon knew he would have to speck with the Captain about a leave but after the mission. Checking the time on his computer he saw he need to get to the bridge just as his combadge chirped.
Taping it he called out.=/\= "Park here. Go ahead." It was Lt.Commander Thomas. "Sir your needed on the bridge." Park was already in the turbo lift as he was specking. "Bridge" Ending the call he stepped on the bridge and to his console when the ships alarms went out hearing the orders from the Drew he headed to the affected area.
Park looked around and found teams working to assist the wounded and repairs. Park saw Dr.Grey being transported away and turned to a Security officer. "Ensign Seal off this section and no one in or out with out permission or repair orders." The ensign nodded and Jon entered the turbolift and headed to the emergency sickbay. Entering he found people being treated and found the Dr.Grey was worse then first thought.
Park got a report and headed back to the bridge and gave his report to the Bridge engineering officer and headed to his console. Watching the warp effect on the main screen Park tapped his console watching the repair until they got to the planet.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2009 13:58:14 GMT
Absorbing the information from his officer’s, Drew walked slowly round to the back of his desk and sank into the close by chair. The idea of a Starfleet vessel attacking an undefended ship, which posed no threat, was just unthinkable to him. He had known both the Captain and First Officer of the Bartlet personally for years, neither one of them were the sort to do something like this, both were highly decorated and believed in the principles of the Federation. And yet, here was prove before his very eyes that they have may have committed an act of unwarranted aggression against an innocent species, perhaps even an Act of War.
But, his thoughts continued, what if they had not? The sensor readings could be faulty, or even more likely only tell them the facts of what took place, not why they took place. It was entirely possible, he reflected, that the ship was more advanced than sensors suggested or that the Bartlet had had a good reason for destroying the ship. For now, this was a belief that he had to stick to, the Bartlet’s crew was a Starfleet one and he could not, would not believe that they would so readily abandoned their oaths and duty. No, this had to have been mistaken, an innocent explanation would be found, and yet…
Realising that Seth had finished his report, Drew forced his mind to clear of its dark thoughts and looked over to face the Lieutenant, who admittedly had tried to ease Drew’s concerns.
“Thank you Lieutenant, please continue to analyse your findings and continue searching for the Bartlet’s trail, they must be close.”
Seth nodded in acknowledgement and left the ready room, already keying in data to the padd in his hand.
“I don’t know about you Commander, but I could do with something to drink,” Drew said to Dan as he rose from his chair and activated the replicator. Not for the first time, he mourned the fact that the replicator was programmed not to produce alcoholic drinks during duty hours. Obviously, Starfleet did not want drunken officers manning their ships, nor did Drew particularly want any of his crew to be so incapacitated, but sometimes, the situation really called for a good stiff drink. As it was, he had to make do with tea instead; a beverage much less suited to his current mood, but which would not impair his ability to do his job.
Handing Dan a drink of his own, Drew asked him to sit. Returning to his own chair, he left the cup to his nose so that he could smell the strong aroma of the tea leafs, and then he enjoyed a good gulp of the cups contents. Feeling slightly better, he again turned his attention to his First Officer.
“A sorry state of affairs,” he said, rising his cup again to his mouth, “a real sorry state.”
Dan gave his agreement, although Drew noticed he was not drinking his beverage, instead the Nevada’s First Officer appeared slightly uncomfortable, just has he had done the previous times he had been alone with Drew.
“Commander,” Drew said slowly, resting his tea cup of the desk, “I can’t help but notice you seem a little distracted, is there something on your mind?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2009 17:05:07 GMT
“Commander,” Drew said slowly, resting his tea cup of the desk, “I can’t help but notice you seem a little distracted, is there something on your mind?”
"Yes, sir, there is," Dan said, still looking at his drink, then looked up. "I think you consider transferring me, Admiral."
Drew seemed a bit startled by that. "Do you feel yourself unfit to be the First Officer of this vessel?"
"Not exactly," Dan replied. "I feel unfit to be your First Officer, Admiral."
Drew looked puzzled. "Why so?"
"I'm aging, Admiral. You've seen my personnel file, you know how old I am. I'm passed my prime for my species. The operation of this," he held up the holo-prosthetic, "robs me of some of my concentration. And my recent eye impairment just accentuates my declining health."
"You're the Section Admiral. You need a top-notch First Officer by your side to take over in ship matters when you're otherwise occupied with Fleet matters. And I'm just not sure that's me anymore."
Having said his piece, he finally turned his attention to his drink, taking a sip, waiting for Drew's reply.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2009 19:20:32 GMT
Tristan Littlewood sat in his rather small office, every five minutes one of his engineers would walk in and hand him a report on the repairs they had just completed. The recent accident had meant he needed to check each repair personally; unfortunately, thus meant most of his time was spent checking other peoples work rather than get his own hands dirty.
He resented having to do it but orders were orders. He could not help but feel responsible for Doctor Grey, and being stuck in his office suited him just fine he had no wish to face the angry and disappointed faces of his crewmates.
Every time one of his staff presented him, a PADD Tristan would check the Engineering computers and manually check the power flow. So far he had not come across any errors it was as he expected he knew his staff were professionals and knew that they could all do the job well, and the fact that they were all taking double precautions helped in that department.
Tristan rubbed his eyes as they had gotten rather sore form all the reading he was doing.
It was not long before his deputy Lieutenant Melendez walked in and said. “Ok Chief, my turn.”
Tristan looked up and sighed as he nodded. He pointed to the rather large stack of padds now on the desk. “There you… don’t enjoy yourself too much.”
Melendez frowned and walked over to where Tristan was just sitting he planted himself in the chair he rolled his eyes as he read the first PADD.
“Replicator repairs… We have to double check replicator repairs?”
Tristan nodded slowly as he walked out of the door.
“All repairs mean all repairs.”
Tristan considered going to the mess hall and getting something to eat however he decided against it very quickly he could handle the occasional glare but sitting in the middle of a room trying to eat as they all glared at him would be too much for him.
He made his way to the closets turbolift and as he entered he said, “Deck four.”
The ride was quick and as Tristan exited the turbolift Tristan saw his engineers still working on repairs, Tristan grabbed the closest engineering kit and pulled out a panel hiding a power conduit, it was unaffected by the explosion but the reading it gave off would tell Tristan how well power was being flowed through the deck.
The readings were encouraging, the flow of power was getting better by the minute, it meant his teams were working fast and efficiently. Tristan worked quietly hoping to go unnoticed by any of the crew.
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Jan 14, 2009 17:38:52 GMT
The Nevada had been stationary in the vicinity of the wrecked ship - destroyed by the Bartlet - for a while now. Seth was starting to get impatient, which was not like him where Starfleet was involved. Commonly, he would have welcomed the respite, seeing it as a chance to relax from the rigours this love/hate job he was in. Now though, he wanted the activity. Too long spent without the ship doing anything except scanning and recuperating from the explosion on deck four, meant too long a time of Seth sitting in his quarters, thinking about things that he would rather leave for another time.
Not wanting to be intrusive, but unable to hold his thoughts in any longer, Seth sent a quick message to Admiral Drew, who was still in his ready room. "Admiral Drew, sorry to intrude once again, but it would appear from the scans that the Bartlet continued on to the planet they were to make a first contact with, accompanied by another ship of the same class as the one destroyed here."
<tag Drew>
Hoping that he hadn't crossed some sort of procedural line with his communication to Drew, Seth returned to his duties at the Ops station. There was little more to do, however. Hasak had gone off-duty, having completed his scans on the destroyed ship (he had found little more of any significance), Seth had completed all the scans he was to complete. Helacaan felt himself growing increasingly restless, so he headed for the turbolift with a nod to Commander Park who was nominally in charge of the bridge until the two Command officers exited the ready room and returned to the bridge.
"Deck three," Seth ordered, he wished to stop by his quarters. Drew had told him he would return to the bridge shortly, so Seth had a few minutes. He was also far from neglecting his duties, he assured himself. He'd told the Ops officer who had temporarily taken over to comm him at the slightest sign of anything happening. The turbolift started and only then did Seth realise that deck three was just above the deck ruined by the conduit explosion. In an instant, he remembered something and changed his mind. "Computer, override previous command, deck four please." The computer beeped and the lift passed by deck three and his quarters.
Seth had promised himself that he would assign some Ops personnel to help Commander Littlewood in his repair efforts, the Ops Chief felt he owed to the ship, owed it to Lucy.. The fact that she'd been critically injured had weighed heavier and heavier on the Wezean while he had worked on the bridge. He'd stayed focussed on his job, but suddenly a feeling of guilt had hit him, working hard while the Doctor was injured. The CMO was well liked by all on board, Seth had told himself that there were other, more qualified people working to save her but that was difficult.
Turning the corridor on the still visibly damaged deck four, Seth saw Tristan Littlewood about half way down the corridor, his hands in a power conduit's maintenance port and a repair kit by his side. The Chief Engineer was alone.
Approaching slowly, aware that he would not be in the best of moods, Seth spoke, "Commander, do you need any assistance?" Littlewood glanced him, almost as if he didn't want to be talked to. Perhaps I've underestimated his mental state.. Seth thought. The COO did not blame the engineer in any way, at least he did not think he did. Regardless of how other's thought, Seth's mind did not work in that way. Placing blame was not something to be done lightly, he had learned that in his tumultous life. He would continue to treat the CEO as an officer of Starfleet normally would, with respect; was that not what Starfleet was about? Perhaps growing up on a colony world, away from the mainstream of human civilisation, had done Seth some good in this respect.
"I've decided to assign some Ops personnel to help out with the repairs," Seth continued quietly, "Hopefully, they should be able to speed up the process."
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OOC: Admiral Drew, feel free to have Seth on the bridge if you need him in your next post.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2009 12:35:37 GMT
Watching his First Officer closely as he explained his lack of confidence, Drew considered his options. In all honesty he had no real concerns about Dan’s ability to carry out his duties, and as far as he was concerned this was just a natural result of the early observations that both Lucy and Sarlina had made about him at the start of their voyage. However, all that being considered, he did need a First Officer who believed in himself, and his ability to do his job, if Dan did not have that he was indeed useless to him.
“Thank you for your honesty Commander,” Drew said once Dan had finished, “obviously at the moment I am going to require you to remain on the Nevada and continue to fulfil your duties, however if you continue to feel this way once we have completed our mission, then I will accept your resignation and look for your replacement. As you say, I need a top-notch First Officer to run this ship.”
Drew let his words hang in the air for a moment, hoping that it would trigger an appropriate reaction from Dan. While the First Officer considered his speech, Drew calmly took another slip of his tea, finishing the beverage. Resting the cup back down on the desk he noticed that a message had arrived from Seth, the Ops Officer was apparently eager for the Nevada to move forward once again. Drew sent a reply that he would soon be returning to the bridge, and also a message to Sarlina asking her to see him at her earliest convince to discuss Dan Trek’s case.
“If that is all Commander, we are needed on the bridge,” Drew said, cutting Dan off and rising from his chair, “we do after all still have a ship to run.”
Drew was not entirely surprised upon entering the bridge to find that Seth had vacated the bridge, leaving Ensign T’Pel in charge of the Ops station. Nodding to Commander Park as he walked to the centre of the bridge, Drew began to issue his orders:
“Ensign T’Pel relay the coordinates for the Bartlet’s trail to the helm.”
“Aye Admiral,” T’Pel replied, her hands flying over her console.
“Lieutenant Jenkins,” Drew said, now addressing the helm officer, “set course and engage at warp five.”
Lieutenant Jenkins nodded his understanding and brought the Nevada’s engines back to life with a quick press of a button. Drew watched with satisfaction as the view-screen once again showed stars warping pass.”
“Commander Park,” Drew continued, now facing Tactical, “it is entirely possible that we may be entering a hostile environment, take us to Yellow Alert and stand ready to jump to Red at any given notice. I want continuous scans for any vessels in the sector and an identification of them all.”
As the two officers before him had done, Jon acknowledged his orders and confirmed. Within seconds, the lights on the bridge had dimmed to yellow and Jon could be heard issuing orders to his teams over the comm channel.
“Drew to Littlewood,” Drew said next, tapping his comm badge, “we are resuming course and continuing in our mission, I want this ship to be operating at 110% efficiency, no more mistakes please Commander.”
“I think that’s just about everything Number One,” Drew said, now talking to Dan Trek, who like Drew was still standing, “shall we?”
Together, the Commanders of the Nevada took their seats in the centre of the bridge, and watched, as around them their crew got to work.
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