Ozu Saya
Engineering/Ops
[TI19]
Posts: 878 Likes: 29
Rank: Master Chief Petty Officer
Position: CoB/Chief Engineer
Species: Vulcan-Bajoran
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Post by Ozu Saya on Apr 30, 2021 15:26:51 GMT
[Talor Prime] The ice rain that had deluged both the planet and it's inhabitants went from torrential to a downpour and finally began to ease up as if it had never happened, thanks to the sacrifices made by those on board the Mac. It would still take a little time for everything to settle down and return to normal. However it didn't stop those gathered and huddled together in the Prime Camp from rejoicing. Shouts and singing could be heard as the Gods were praised for saving them. Whilst food appeared, although for the few who hadn't succeeded in reaching safety in time, they wouldn't be as fortunate. The earthquakes that Miren had warned L'Sho about shook and rumbled, lasting only minutes but it may as well be a lifetime, before the ground started to calm once more. [ Left Ear to-Ennien - Medical Tent] Left Ear lifted her head as she realized that the rain was slowing down. The pounding against the canvas of the tent had slowed to a patter, and the patients in the tent began looking around and chattering and cheering. She was glad for their sake that it seemed to be letting up, but the Sivaoan knew that it wouldn't mean that their job was done. There would likely be people trickling in for days needing medical care. The healer continued to go from patient to patient, doing everything she could for the Talorians. As she worked, Left Ear occasionally felt pats and touches against her tail or fur. Usually, she'd turn to find a child, but once in awhile it was an adult who looked abashed when caught. The Sivaoan was used to these reactions, so she offered a friendly acknowledgement when she could and moved on. It would be a long day.
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Isaiah Quinn
Science
[TI36]
Posts: 1,153 Likes: 57
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief Science Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Isaiah Quinn on May 1, 2021 6:41:31 GMT
[Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn - Battle Bridge, USS Mac ] The aftermath yielded the damage that had been done. Quinn stood there listening. He was pleased to learn that there hadn't been any deaths. An audible sigh of relief escaped his lips as the news came over the comm. He then heard Lt. Niles report, and it seemed that the ship itself had taken on most of the losses. Quinn was already making mental notes of which projects could be suspended as he and members of his own staff put themselves at Ozu's disposal. It wasn't his style to just walk away from consequences of his actions. There were several systems that they were quite familiar with. At the very least, they could take on some of the lighter repairs. It was extremely likely that from afar, the light show they had put on was quite a spectacle. Isaiah's head lowered as he shook it slightly. "I'd be willing to walk the Talorians through everything in detail if necessary, Captain," Isaiah said. The fact of the matter was their deities may be pissed, but at least they'd be there to hear about it. And there were likely at least some that would realize that. Quinn would like to think that Kaela would be one of them. "And Mr. Williams as well if needed." He doubted it'd be necessary, but was certain that it wouldn't be nearly as riveting as the man's cuisine.
Tag: Judith Eastman, Joshua Niles
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on May 1, 2021 14:19:11 GMT
[ LT Joshua Niles Battle Bridge, USS Mac stardrive ]You're not the one who's got to do the paperwork on this, Niles thought to himself when the CSO spoke about being willing to accept the damage to the shield generators. But at least, he was willing to work with his revised figures. Which would ease the strains on the shields and their generators a great deal, without spreading nearly as thin as initially planned... but it would still be a rough ride. No amount of rejigging some of the equations would change the astronomical pounding they were about to take. And when the word to raise their heavily reconfigure shields came, Niles nodded. "Aye Sir, shields up.", he replied as his hands did their dance on his board. And they did not stop for what felt an age as the Mac's stardrive turned into a lightning rod for a star's fury. And there was only so much he could do to keep things balanced; even with warp power diverted to the shields, there was only so much that the generators could take at any given time, and when three of them failed in quick succession, alarms started blaring, and there was only so much he could do to compensate at the time. Within the Battle Bridge, conduits burst, consoles erupted, and smoke started to fill the air. If they were going through this, then the whole stardrive would be in chaos by the time things would settle down, and the damage control parties would be having a field day... and the Master Chief would be less than pleased at what had been done to her ship... But then, things stilled as Commander Quinn expressed, with no small relief, that they'd succeeded. And given the Captain's words, Niles could not help but chuckle from where he stood. The sheer amount of red, yellow and orange on his board spoke volumes all right... "Shields are holding... somehow, at 11%. Shield generators 7, 9 and 10 aren't just down, they're slag. 3 through 6 are hanging on by a thread, but we should be able to repair those from on-board means. The deflector dish is... still good but if I'm reading this right the last few minutes just took about twenty thousand hours off of its service life. And while we don't have any hull breaches, we'll have to refit some of the ablative armour; we're down to bare hull in places."And, with those reports given, he then considered the much less pleasant implications of their mission... as the Captain had just said, Commander Baker would have to deal with the locals and their beliefs... and likely an irate Primary. "Should I hail the Primary and the the Talorian Council, Captain?" [Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn - Battle Bridge, USS Mac ] The aftermath yielded the damage that had been done. Quinn stood there listening. He was pleased to learn that there hadn't been any deaths. An audible sigh of relief escaped his lips as the news came over the comm. He then heard Lt. Niles report, and it seemed that the ship itself had taken on most of the losses. Quinn was already making mental notes of which projects could be suspended as he and members of his own staff put themselves at Ozu's disposal. It wasn't his style to just walk away from consequences of his actions. There were several systems that they were quite familiar with. At the very least, they could take on some of the lighter repairs. It was extremely likely that from afar, the light show they had put on was quite a spectacle. Isaiah's head lowered as he shook it slightly. "I'd be willing to walk the Talorians through everything in detail if necessary, Captain," Isaiah said. The fact of the matter was their deities may be pissed, but at least they'd be there to hear about it. And there were likely at least some that would realize that. Quinn would like to think that Kaela would be one of them. "And Mr. Williams as well if needed." He doubted it'd be necessary, but was certain that it wouldn't be nearly as riveting as the man's cuisine. [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Battle Bridge -> Main Bridge]"I imagine the Talorians will want to hear all the details you have, and then the watered-down version they can understand," Judy said to Quinn. "Max is less into the science, except insofar as it can kill me."When these things happened, Max only cared about his wife's safety. Then, she turned to Niles. "We should talk to them, from the main bridge. Diplomacy is politics, politics is stagecraft, and this backdrop..." she coughed again "...isn't right for this."She stood up, took her bag, and led them to the dedicated express turbolift that deposited them on the main bridge. "Well, we did it," she announced. "Mabel, put the Primary on the line.""About that..."
Tag Isaiah Quinn , Joshua Niles
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
Posts: 730 Likes: 81
Position: Journalist
Species: A human of some kind
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Post by Charlie Fox on May 1, 2021 15:21:24 GMT
[Kaela - Plaza, Prime Camp]The cries of the people as the cold rain stopped seemed happy, and their faces, mostly shrouded by the hoods of the ponchos that the Mac crew had provided, looked cautiously optimistic. Kaela continued distributing supplies and tried to get as many as she could to sheltered areas. When the quakes began, the tone changed, and relieved laughter turned to cries of terror. The young Talorian scientist did what she could to comfort as many as crossed her path, while discreetly she dictated a message of thanks into her comms device, addressed to Petty Officer Jovireh Velal, the last person to see her father alive. It was her hope that Quinn or Lt. Miren would pass it along for her.
{Quotes} [NPC - Lt. j.g. Mabel Henriksen - Bridge, USS Mac]With the Mac currently split in two, the Primary's hail got to the wrong part of it, where Mabel and her JV squad of junior officers was monitoring the situation. Mabel swallowed the slice of cheesecake she was enjoying, wiped down her face, and then answered. =A= "Hi! I'm Lieutenant Henriksen. I work very closely with Captain Eastman," =A= she answered peppily. =A= "The thing that's going on here is that your sun is acting up, so that's what's breaking your planet. What the Captain's doing is fixing up your sun using the deflector dish. I don't think it'll take too long, so you can talk to her as soon as it's done," =A= the young woman continued, with straightforward language and a cheery tone. =A= "In the meantime, while we're waiting, the Captain baked an excellent cake earlier today." =A= With a hand signal, she ordered a somewhat confused Ops officer to beam a slice of cheesecake down to Talor Prime. [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - Talor Prime - Prime Camp Plaza]The Trill's eyes widened slightly at the Primary's response, realizing suddenly that he was one of those leaders, that expected to understand everything that would happen before it did. As Mabel's voice replied over the com, he simply froze, knowing immediately that was not the sort of explanation that L'Sho was looking for. "Sir, if I may -" he began quickly, not caring that he was interrupting the communication with the ship. "The sun has been going through a variable stage, increasing in temperature and releasing an abnormal amount of solar flares. Those flares have destabilized the planet's atmosphere, which has been causing the storms. The storms in turn have been causing the quakes from pressure shifts. Captain Eastman, Commander Quinn and a few others are going to use the ship's shields to absorb the energy released by the flares instead of the planet, and use the deflector dish to send it back to the sun. That will stabilize the sun, which will stop the storms. This is very delicate work, and requires precise calculations, so it really is best not to disturb them until it is complete. I'm certain the Captain will happily explain everything to you as soon as it's over." The words tumbled from his mouth in his hurry to calm the clearly rising anger in the Talorian. It was certainly a lot more than Cerjess normally ever said at one time, but reporting to foreign military leaders really wasn't his strong suit. But science? Science was definitely his strong suit, and right now there was no one better to give the man the answers he was demanding. [ L'Shaya - Prime Camp, Talor City] With the gods angrier than she had ever seen them and their prayers going unanswered as the rain turned to ice and the wind howled. The Primary Sister could only hope that the gods would be merciful and that their punishment would soon be over. However if this was to be the end of Talor as they knew it and the Bataqs also failed in helping the people. Then everything was truly lost and whilst she was sure that the old ways would live on in the hearts and souls of the true believers, there was one thing that she had to do. Her brother might not want to see her right now, but she would never forgive herself if she didn't at least try to make amends. Some might suggest that she was wasting her time and yet she was much to blame for their estrangement as L'Sho. Pulling her cloak tighter against the wind, L'Shaya hurried towards the command tent. Entering it just as one of the Bataqs ran past her whilst another spoke to her brother. Knowing him well enough, that even her being present would do little to calm him. Still she wasn't about to leave and approached L'Sho. " Brother, forgive my intrusion but I need to speak to you before it's too late". [L'Sho - Temporary Primary Command, Sector 1A, Prime Camp]The Primary of all of the Talorian denizens of Talorian space did not know which was worse: the phenomenal condescension from the peon on the bridge of the USS Mac, or the scientist advising that they should let the Federationers do whatever they pleased with their planet, without seeking their approval, and not question them about it. L'Sho wondered in that moment if he was cut out for this job, after all. In this time of weakness, of doubt, he entertained imaginings of what would surely transpire after this. If they got out of this. He'd lose his position if they kept this planet. He would be blamed for allowing the Federationers to take over and pervert the will of the gods, and then the religious would rule once more. He looked at this cake - it was a mockery. He had tried, but he would fail, to save the Talorian people from their zealotry. His eyes, dimmed now, looked at his blasted sister. "L'Shaya. Join me for some cake." He gestured toward Mabel's gift. "With any luck it will kill us both."Talorian ground rumbled. The gods raged.
Soft tags/mentions: Judith Eastman , Isaiah Quinn , Syl O'Connell , Thea Baker
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Thea Baker
Command
[TI12]
Posts: 1,448 Likes: 46
Rank: Captain
Position: Commanding Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Thea Baker on May 3, 2021 19:21:38 GMT
Epilogue The crew of the Mac remained in orbit of Talor Prime for a further five days to ensure that there wasn't any residual issues caused by the solar flares. They also helped with the clean up and recovery whilst the Talorians celebrated and mourned their dead. The total losses came to 1000 once all of the final reports had come in. L'Sho and L'Shaya didn't end up poisoned due to Mabel sending them a piece of cheesecake. Although did suffer some discomfort prompting a complaint before the Mac crew finally departed. Talor was safe, the gods were happy and the outcome had hopefully improved relations between the Talorians and the Federation. Finite
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