Thea Baker
Command
[TI12]
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Rank: Captain
Position: Commanding Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Thea Baker on Apr 23, 2021 20:08:53 GMT
[ Thea - Medical Tent, Prime Camp, Talor City] Performing surgery amidst a natural disaster wasn't something that Thea had done a lot of. However if she could survive the Breen attack on Earth and help those in worse condition than the Talorian patient then she could do this. Besides she understood his physiology and whilst she could of arranged an emergency beam out to the Mac, she didn't want to waste any extra time and they had everything they needed here. So as Left Ear began to get everything prepared, Thea sterilised and put on her surgical robe. Psyching herself up at the same time, before approaching the temporary bed. " I'm going to sedate him, then make the first incision. I'll need you to help by passing equipment and keep a close eye on his vitals".Reassuring the patient and adjusting the hypo for Talorian tolerances. Thea successfully put him under and began the surgery.
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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 Apr 24, 2021 17:34:46 GMT
{Quoted Posts} [ Elana - Prime Camp, Talor City] " As do I" she replied as Kohr'don responded to her, before the storm began to get worse. Whilst they were semi aquatic, it didn't stop her from shivering a little as the wind howled and drops of pure ice fell. " Elder, we must do what we can with the storm getting worse. I fear that the gods haven't heard our prayers".She could see the panic in their people and hoped that the Bataqs would be able to do something or else all was lost. Elana also knew that they couldn't just stand around for much longer but their people needed them.
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[ Lt Aaron Neville - USS Mac, Talor Prime] Telling the away team about the solar flares had been pretty straightforward. However as they collected the readings, Neville was made aware of another possible problem. =/\= Lieutenant, we're sending you those readings, however the solar flare activity is getting worse =/\=
Tag Syl O'Connell [ LT Joshua Niles Prime Camp, Talor City ]Oh, the Primary's staff certainly was not happy that one Starfleet officer would address the man! Well, that was too bad, for the Mac's mission to Talor Prime and how it was carried out was not contingent on their approval. L'Sho, on the other hand, showed very little emotion at being so addressed. Well, he certainly did not have to like being talked to, but as Captain Eastman had said, there was a degree of politicking involved here, and going outside of the previously agreed-upon mandate was the sort of thing that needed approval by the local authorities. Which meant going right to the top in this case. And Niles knew he should have expected a degree of snark, rather than gratitude at being willing to expend further resources to the benefit of his people. Protecting semi-aquatic people from water... while he himself had gone out sporting a personal forcefield that had kept him bone-dry in that downpour. Wasting resources protecting his people, while he wouldn't embrace his own choice of words. Smug bastard, Joshua thought as the man turned away to make a call as to the second part of his request. As the waited, that Lieutenant T'Rok stood directly before Niles, offering that odd smile. What was this one all about? Resentful of interference? Enjoying watching him stand there waiting for an answer? Honestly, Niles hardly cared. He was there to do a job, regardless of just how many axes to grind he may have with certain Talorians. Though when L'Sho returned, he certainly did not appear pleased. If not at the deployment of a weather stabilization grid, but that he no longer would be their sole point of contact anymore. "Thank you, Sir, I'll pass on the message to Captain Eastman. If you will excuse me?"So taking his leave, Niles headed back outside. Of course, he could have made the call from within the tent, but he certainly hoped that any watching eyes would see that Starfleet personnel were willing to endure the elements rather than remain in comfort within the tents, it would go a long way towards establishing their bona fide. However, he very quickly regretted his choice. The wind had picked up quite a bit, and the freezing rain was now mixed with some rather large hailstones that impacted with some truly unpleasant force. And the temperature had dropped. Which now made his borrowed, paper-thin poncho practically useless given that he was already soaked beneath it, and he shivered as he made his way back towards the Old Lady. "Captain, Primary L'Sho has approved both requests. He considers providing weatherproof clothing to his people to be a waste of resources but he will not stop us, and seemed supportive of the notion of a weather stabilization grid, if only a temporary one. He also let me know that we are to notify the Talorian Council of all further efforts we will undertake, and unless I'm badly mistaken, he certainly didn't like that he wasn't the sole point of contact and source of authority anymore. And..." he shivered violently as his sodden uniform started cooling down faster than he'd like. "Barring strenuous objections, I'm going to call down for a fresh jacket for myself before I freeze solid." [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - Talor Prime - Prime Camp Plaza]As the downpour increased, so did the scientist's excitement. He stood in the center of the pattern of pylons, wide eyes fixed on the PADD that was receiving the data from the Mac, seemingly oblivious to the hail that pelted him. When Quinn asked for his input on how many probes to launch for the weather net, he nodded distractedly. "The more the better. Don't worry about the epicenters though... Those are just a symptom." As more data came in, his excitement rose as well, and suddenly he was throwing back the hood of his jacket and turning to face Quinn, a broad smile on his face. "Look at this!" He held out the PADD to his superior, pointing to where the scans showed not only increased solar flares, but also fluctuations in thermal energy. "The sun is causing these storms! If we can filter out the increase of thermal and UV particles before they reach the Ozone layer, the weather will go back to normal!" He stood there, getting pelted by ice without a care in the world, eagerly awaiting the other scientist's opinion. After all, their investigation had moved into Isaiah's specialty, and Cerjess didn't want to assume he knew more about solar activity than the astronomer. The Trill was practically vibrating in his failed attempts at containing his excitement, however, looking very similar to a child awaiting a teacher's comment on a project they were exceptionally proud of. [Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn - Plaza, Prime Camp, Talor City] As Captain Eastman asked whether more more probes would be required to deal with the solar flares, Cerjess answered stating that the more the better. Quinn was in perfect agreement, nodding along. Cerjess also stated that the didn't need to be too concerned about the epicenters, as they were symptoms of a larger problem. He then pointed out something on the readings that seemed to cause a point of clarity. Isaiah stared at the readings as Cerjess narrated the solar flares' role in the current disaster. It was almost as if his clarity was infectious. "I'll be damned," Isaiah said as all the pieces were coming together. "The bombardment of electromagnetic radiation is superheating the planet's core. The excess thermal radiation is causing the mantle caverns beneath the tectonic plates to expand, and the thermal energy that is escaping are fueling the weather systems, making them longer in duration and magnitude." Isaiah looked towards the Captain. "It's like a pot coming to boil with the lid on. The steam within builds, and eventually has enough pressure to force the lid to move. The additional energy from even more solar flares...."Now that they could easily see the problem, Isaiah knew he needed to provide the captain with a solution. "The probes are needed to rev down these storms, no question. However, now that we know the source, that's where we deal with this problem." Quinn looked towards Lt. Niles. "Mr. Niles, I'm going to require your knowledge of our shield and deflector systems." Isaiah turned towards Captain Eastman. "Captain, I think it's possible to use the Mac as a lightning rod of sorts. By inverting the polarity of the main deflector, it's possible that we attract the solar energy being expelled from the sun to the Mac. Our shields should be able to absorb and retain that energy so that we can then redirect it back at the sun using the deflector dish. The excess energy can be used to stabilize the solar activity on the surface of the sun, ceasing the solar flares altogether." It was likely that the Talorians would need to observe the activity of their sun more often, but it'd be centuries if not millennia before an episode of this magnitude occurred again. "Full disclosure, Captain... there would be a risk to the Mac.. especially if we don't time reversing the polarity of the deflector accurately. However, either way, conditions on Talor Prime would improve. The probes can be manned from here to avert the weather systems until their 'fuel line' has been cut."There was a chirp on Quinn's comm badge alerting him that the probes were ready for deployment. Isaiah tapped his combadge. =A= "Quinn here. Lt. Miren will give you the coordinates of where to deploy those probes. Quinn out." Isaiah then stood there awaiting the Captain's word. "I could best monitor and coordinate from the Mac. Especially, since there's a risk of a communications blockout. Miren is more than capable of keeping everyone as close to what passes for dry here until... until it's over." Cerjess had Quinn's every confidence that he'd be able to adjust on the fly if necessary. Isaiah didn't want to speak for Niles, but he was likely the most experienced officer they had with them, and thus he'd be needed at tactical.
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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 Apr 24, 2021 18:00:08 GMT
[ LT Joshua Niles Prime Camp, Talor City ]Oh, the Primary's staff certainly was not happy that one Starfleet officer would address the man! Well, that was too bad, for the Mac's mission to Talor Prime and how it was carried out was not contingent on their approval. L'Sho, on the other hand, showed very little emotion at being so addressed. Well, he certainly did not have to like being talked to, but as Captain Eastman had said, there was a degree of politicking involved here, and going outside of the previously agreed-upon mandate was the sort of thing that needed approval by the local authorities. Which meant going right to the top in this case. And Niles knew he should have expected a degree of snark, rather than gratitude at being willing to expend further resources to the benefit of his people. Protecting semi-aquatic people from water... while he himself had gone out sporting a personal forcefield that had kept him bone-dry in that downpour. Wasting resources protecting his people, while he wouldn't embrace his own choice of words. Smug bastard, Joshua thought as the man turned away to make a call as to the second part of his request. As the waited, that Lieutenant T'Rok stood directly before Niles, offering that odd smile. What was this one all about? Resentful of interference? Enjoying watching him stand there waiting for an answer? Honestly, Niles hardly cared. He was there to do a job, regardless of just how many axes to grind he may have with certain Talorians. Though when L'Sho returned, he certainly did not appear pleased. If not at the deployment of a weather stabilization grid, but that he no longer would be their sole point of contact anymore. "Thank you, Sir, I'll pass on the message to Captain Eastman. If you will excuse me?"So taking his leave, Niles headed back outside. Of course, he could have made the call from within the tent, but he certainly hoped that any watching eyes would see that Starfleet personnel were willing to endure the elements rather than remain in comfort within the tents, it would go a long way towards establishing their bona fide. However, he very quickly regretted his choice. The wind had picked up quite a bit, and the freezing rain was now mixed with some rather large hailstones that impacted with some truly unpleasant force. And the temperature had dropped. Which now made his borrowed, paper-thin poncho practically useless given that he was already soaked beneath it, and he shivered as he made his way back towards the Old Lady. "Captain, Primary L'Sho has approved both requests. He considers providing weatherproof clothing to his people to be a waste of resources but he will not stop us, and seemed supportive of the notion of a weather stabilization grid, if only a temporary one. He also let me know that we are to notify the Talorian Council of all further efforts we will undertake, and unless I'm badly mistaken, he certainly didn't like that he wasn't the sole point of contact and source of authority anymore. And..." he shivered violently as his sodden uniform started cooling down faster than he'd like. "Barring strenuous objections, I'm going to call down for a fresh jacket for myself before I freeze solid." [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - Talor Prime - Prime Camp Plaza]As the downpour increased, so did the scientist's excitement. He stood in the center of the pattern of pylons, wide eyes fixed on the PADD that was receiving the data from the Mac, seemingly oblivious to the hail that pelted him. When Quinn asked for his input on how many probes to launch for the weather net, he nodded distractedly. "The more the better. Don't worry about the epicenters though... Those are just a symptom." As more data came in, his excitement rose as well, and suddenly he was throwing back the hood of his jacket and turning to face Quinn, a broad smile on his face. "Look at this!" He held out the PADD to his superior, pointing to where the scans showed not only increased solar flares, but also fluctuations in thermal energy. "The sun is causing these storms! If we can filter out the increase of thermal and UV particles before they reach the Ozone layer, the weather will go back to normal!" He stood there, getting pelted by ice without a care in the world, eagerly awaiting the other scientist's opinion. After all, their investigation had moved into Isaiah's specialty, and Cerjess didn't want to assume he knew more about solar activity than the astronomer. The Trill was practically vibrating in his failed attempts at containing his excitement, however, looking very similar to a child awaiting a teacher's comment on a project they were exceptionally proud of. [Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn - Plaza, Prime Camp, Talor City]
As Captain Eastman asked whether more more probes would be required to deal with the solar flares, Cerjess answered stating that the more the better. Quinn was in perfect agreement, nodding along. Cerjess also stated that the didn't need to be too concerned about the epicenters, as they were symptoms of a larger problem. He then pointed out something on the readings that seemed to cause a point of clarity. Isaiah stared at the readings as Cerjess narrated the solar flares' role in the current disaster. It was almost as if his clarity was infectious. "I'll be damned," Isaiah said as all the pieces were coming together. "The bombardment of electromagnetic radiation is superheating the planet's core. The excess thermal radiation is causing the mantle caverns beneath the tectonic plates to expand, and the thermal energy that is escaping are fueling the weather systems, making them longer in duration and magnitude." Isaiah looked towards the Captain. "It's like a pot coming to boil with the lid on. The steam within builds, and eventually has enough pressure to force the lid to move. The additional energy from even more solar flares...."Now that they could easily see the problem, Isaiah knew he needed to provide the captain with a solution. "The probes are needed to rev down these storms, no question. However, now that we know the source, that's where we deal with this problem." Quinn looked towards Lt. Niles. "Mr. Niles, I'm going to require your knowledge of our shield and deflector systems." Isaiah turned towards Captain Eastman. "Captain, I think it's possible to use the Mac as a lightning rod of sorts. By inverting the polarity of the main deflector, it's possible that we attract the solar energy being expelled from the sun to the Mac. Our shields should be able to absorb and retain that energy so that we can then redirect it back at the sun using the deflector dish. The excess energy can be used to stabilize the solar activity on the surface of the sun, ceasing the solar flares altogether." It was likely that the Talorians would need to observe the activity of their sun more often, but it'd be centuries if not millennia before an episode of this magnitude occurred again. "Full disclosure, Captain... there would be a risk to the Mac.. especially if we don't time reversing the polarity of the deflector accurately. However, either way, conditions on Talor Prime would improve. The probes can be manned from here to avert the weather systems until their 'fuel line' has been cut."There was a chirp on Quinn's comm badge alerting him that the probes were ready for deployment. Isaiah tapped his combadge. =A= "Quinn here. Lt. Miren will give you the coordinates of where to deploy those probes. Quinn out." Isaiah then stood there awaiting the Captain's word. "I could best monitor and coordinate from the Mac. Especially, since there's a risk of a communications blockout. Miren is more than capable of keeping everyone as close to what passes for dry here until... until it's over." Cerjess had Quinn's every confidence that he'd be able to adjust on the fly if necessary. Isaiah didn't want to speak for Niles, but he was likely the most experienced officer they had with them, and thus he'd be needed at tactical. [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Prime Camp, Talor City]Judy addressed Niles first. "When he says it's a waste, what he means is that he thinks his people don't deserve the help. Otherwise, there's no explanation for his force field," she remarked seditiously. "In other words, proceed, with the ponchos and with your own jacket."She turned next to the scientists. The idea of risk to the Mac sent a shiver down her spine. She didn't like it very much, but she knew that if Quinn was bringing it to her, it was necessary. She paused for a moment, deep in thought, balancing the tradeoff in her head, resisting the urge to collect feedback from all around her. "Young man, I'll give you half the ship," she decided. "Us, a skeleton crew, on the stardrive section, we'll do it. The saucer can stay out of trouble." She tapped her combadge. =A= "Eastman to Henriksen, prepare for a saucer separation. I'll be taking command of the stardrive section to... fix the Talorian sun. You take the saucer and all non-essential personnel to a safe distance away." =A= Mabel, though partly in the dark, knew better than to push the boss. =A= "Yes, ma'am." =A= =A= "Prepare to beam myself, Mr. Niles, and Mr. Quinn onto the battle bridge, on Quinn's orders. Eastman out." =A= "Mr. Miren, loop in Dr. Baker, and see if she can inform the Primary."This kind of bold, almost aggressive, on-the-spot decision-making was unlike Judy, but perhaps she needed to find a little bit more assertiveness in herself. Perhaps a more assertive, less deliberative approach might've seen her launch a rescue operation on Caldonia before Admiral Ellis's orders came in.
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Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
[TI22]
Posts: 649 Likes: 21
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Tactical Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Joshua Niles on Apr 25, 2021 2:53:35 GMT
[Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn - Plaza, Prime Camp, Talor City] As Captain Eastman asked whether more more probes would be required to deal with the solar flares, Cerjess answered stating that the more the better. Quinn was in perfect agreement, nodding along. Cerjess also stated that the didn't need to be too concerned about the epicenters, as they were symptoms of a larger problem. He then pointed out something on the readings that seemed to cause a point of clarity. Isaiah stared at the readings as Cerjess narrated the solar flares' role in the current disaster. It was almost as if his clarity was infectious. "I'll be damned," Isaiah said as all the pieces were coming together. "The bombardment of electromagnetic radiation is superheating the planet's core. The excess thermal radiation is causing the mantle caverns beneath the tectonic plates to expand, and the thermal energy that is escaping are fueling the weather systems, making them longer in duration and magnitude." Isaiah looked towards the Captain. "It's like a pot coming to boil with the lid on. The steam within builds, and eventually has enough pressure to force the lid to move. The additional energy from even more solar flares...."Now that they could easily see the problem, Isaiah knew he needed to provide the captain with a solution. "The probes are needed to rev down these storms, no question. However, now that we know the source, that's where we deal with this problem." Quinn looked towards Lt. Niles. "Mr. Niles, I'm going to require your knowledge of our shield and deflector systems." Isaiah turned towards Captain Eastman. "Captain, I think it's possible to use the Mac as a lightning rod of sorts. By inverting the polarity of the main deflector, it's possible that we attract the solar energy being expelled from the sun to the Mac. Our shields should be able to absorb and retain that energy so that we can then redirect it back at the sun using the deflector dish. The excess energy can be used to stabilize the solar activity on the surface of the sun, ceasing the solar flares altogether." It was likely that the Talorians would need to observe the activity of their sun more often, but it'd be centuries if not millennia before an episode of this magnitude occurred again. "Full disclosure, Captain... there would be a risk to the Mac.. especially if we don't time reversing the polarity of the deflector accurately. However, either way, conditions on Talor Prime would improve. The probes can be manned from here to avert the weather systems until their 'fuel line' has been cut."There was a chirp on Quinn's comm badge alerting him that the probes were ready for deployment. Isaiah tapped his combadge. =A= "Quinn here. Lt. Miren will give you the coordinates of where to deploy those probes. Quinn out." Isaiah then stood there awaiting the Captain's word. "I could best monitor and coordinate from the Mac. Especially, since there's a risk of a communications blockout. Miren is more than capable of keeping everyone as close to what passes for dry here until... until it's over." Cerjess had Quinn's every confidence that he'd be able to adjust on the fly if necessary. Isaiah didn't want to speak for Niles, but he was likely the most experienced officer they had with them, and thus he'd be needed at tactical. [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Prime Camp, Talor City]Judy addressed Niles first. "When he says it's a waste, what he means is that he thinks his people don't deserve the help. Otherwise, there's no explanation for his force field," she remarked seditiously. "In other words, proceed, with the ponchos and with your own jacket."She turned next to the scientists. The idea of risk to the Mac sent a shiver down her spine. She didn't like it very much, but she knew that if Quinn was bringing it to her, it was necessary. She paused for a moment, deep in thought, balancing the tradeoff in her head, resisting the urge to collect feedback from all around her. "Young man, I'll give you half the ship," she decided. "Us, a skeleton crew, on the stardrive section, we'll do it. The saucer can stay out of trouble." She tapped her combadge. =A= "Eastman to Henriksen, prepare for a saucer separation. I'll be taking command of the stardrive section to... fix the Talorian sun. You take the saucer and all non-essential personnel to a safe distance away." =A= Mabel, though partly in the dark, knew better than to push the boss. =A= "Yes, ma'am." =A= =A= "Prepare to beam myself, Mr. Niles, and Mr. Quinn onto the battle bridge, on Quinn's orders. Eastman out." =A= "Mr. Miren, loop in Dr. Baker, and see if she can inform the Primary."This kind of bold, almost aggressive, on-the-spot decision-making was unlike Judy, but perhaps she needed to find a little bit more assertiveness in herself. Perhaps a more assertive, less deliberative approach might've seen her launch a rescue operation on Caldonia before Admiral Ellis's orders came in. [ LT Joshua Niles Prime Camp, Talor City ]Niles knew the Captain was far more diplomatic than he was and was better at hiding her actual feelings than he was, but it would seem that they shared the same feelings about L'Sho. Semi-aquatic people not needing to worry about water... except that apparently his august personage was too important to be exposed to the elements... unlike his people. And, that shared opinion drew something that could charitably called a smile from the Tactical Officer, but there was something vindictive to the expression. And when she gave him the word, he nodded and tapped his commbadge. =A= "Niles to Mac. We need ponchos, sized for Talorian adults and children, made of the same materials as our own jackets. Ten thousand seems like a good place to start, and start beaming them down to this camp and along evacuation routes. And... I would need a fresh coat beamed directly to me. Niles, out."=A= While he had been calling up the ship, he missed much of what Commander Quinn had to say, but he had returned his attention towards the Captain just in time to hear that his expertise would be required to manage the shields, but it would seem that there was be some seriously high-energy physics involved... which just so happened to be part of his own limited scientific background. "Yes, Mister Quinn," he replied with a nod. "Though redirecting that back at the sun itself is a tall order, might be easier to direct it out into deep space on a bearing clear off the ecliptic." Well, that much he could offer in the immediate, but even with a coat called to his location, he could not help but let out a sigh of relief at being directed back to the ship, where it was warm enough that his sodden uniform would not be too much of a problem. And while he awaited the beam-out process, he could not help but nod appreciatively at the Captain's decisive action. Move first, apologize later, was clearly her MO at this juncture.
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Syl O'Connell
Flight Control
[TI8]
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Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Flight Control/Caldonia 5
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Post by Syl O'Connell on Apr 25, 2021 6:28:33 GMT
{Quoted Posts} [ Elana - Prime Camp, Talor City] " As do I" she replied as Kohr'don responded to her, before the storm began to get worse. Whilst they were semi aquatic, it didn't stop her from shivering a little as the wind howled and drops of pure ice fell. " Elder, we must do what we can with the storm getting worse. I fear that the gods haven't heard our prayers".She could see the panic in their people and hoped that the Bataqs would be able to do something or else all was lost. Elana also knew that they couldn't just stand around for much longer but their people needed them.
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[ Lt Aaron Neville - USS Mac, Talor Prime] Telling the away team about the solar flares had been pretty straightforward. However as they collected the readings, Neville was made aware of another possible problem. =/\= Lieutenant, we're sending you those readings, however the solar flare activity is getting worse =/\=
Tag Syl O'Connell [ LT Joshua Niles Prime Camp, Talor City ]Oh, the Primary's staff certainly was not happy that one Starfleet officer would address the man! Well, that was too bad, for the Mac's mission to Talor Prime and how it was carried out was not contingent on their approval. L'Sho, on the other hand, showed very little emotion at being so addressed. Well, he certainly did not have to like being talked to, but as Captain Eastman had said, there was a degree of politicking involved here, and going outside of the previously agreed-upon mandate was the sort of thing that needed approval by the local authorities. Which meant going right to the top in this case. And Niles knew he should have expected a degree of snark, rather than gratitude at being willing to expend further resources to the benefit of his people. Protecting semi-aquatic people from water... while he himself had gone out sporting a personal forcefield that had kept him bone-dry in that downpour. Wasting resources protecting his people, while he wouldn't embrace his own choice of words. Smug bastard, Joshua thought as the man turned away to make a call as to the second part of his request. As the waited, that Lieutenant T'Rok stood directly before Niles, offering that odd smile. What was this one all about? Resentful of interference? Enjoying watching him stand there waiting for an answer? Honestly, Niles hardly cared. He was there to do a job, regardless of just how many axes to grind he may have with certain Talorians. Though when L'Sho returned, he certainly did not appear pleased. If not at the deployment of a weather stabilization grid, but that he no longer would be their sole point of contact anymore. "Thank you, Sir, I'll pass on the message to Captain Eastman. If you will excuse me?"So taking his leave, Niles headed back outside. Of course, he could have made the call from within the tent, but he certainly hoped that any watching eyes would see that Starfleet personnel were willing to endure the elements rather than remain in comfort within the tents, it would go a long way towards establishing their bona fide. However, he very quickly regretted his choice. The wind had picked up quite a bit, and the freezing rain was now mixed with some rather large hailstones that impacted with some truly unpleasant force. And the temperature had dropped. Which now made his borrowed, paper-thin poncho practically useless given that he was already soaked beneath it, and he shivered as he made his way back towards the Old Lady. "Captain, Primary L'Sho has approved both requests. He considers providing weatherproof clothing to his people to be a waste of resources but he will not stop us, and seemed supportive of the notion of a weather stabilization grid, if only a temporary one. He also let me know that we are to notify the Talorian Council of all further efforts we will undertake, and unless I'm badly mistaken, he certainly didn't like that he wasn't the sole point of contact and source of authority anymore. And..." he shivered violently as his sodden uniform started cooling down faster than he'd like. "Barring strenuous objections, I'm going to call down for a fresh jacket for myself before I freeze solid." [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - Talor Prime - Prime Camp Plaza]As the downpour increased, so did the scientist's excitement. He stood in the center of the pattern of pylons, wide eyes fixed on the PADD that was receiving the data from the Mac, seemingly oblivious to the hail that pelted him. When Quinn asked for his input on how many probes to launch for the weather net, he nodded distractedly. "The more the better. Don't worry about the epicenters though... Those are just a symptom." As more data came in, his excitement rose as well, and suddenly he was throwing back the hood of his jacket and turning to face Quinn, a broad smile on his face. "Look at this!" He held out the PADD to his superior, pointing to where the scans showed not only increased solar flares, but also fluctuations in thermal energy. "The sun is causing these storms! If we can filter out the increase of thermal and UV particles before they reach the Ozone layer, the weather will go back to normal!" He stood there, getting pelted by ice without a care in the world, eagerly awaiting the other scientist's opinion. After all, their investigation had moved into Isaiah's specialty, and Cerjess didn't want to assume he knew more about solar activity than the astronomer. The Trill was practically vibrating in his failed attempts at containing his excitement, however, looking very similar to a child awaiting a teacher's comment on a project they were exceptionally proud of. [Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn - Plaza, Prime Camp, Talor City] As Captain Eastman asked whether more more probes would be required to deal with the solar flares, Cerjess answered stating that the more the better. Quinn was in perfect agreement, nodding along. Cerjess also stated that the didn't need to be too concerned about the epicenters, as they were symptoms of a larger problem. He then pointed out something on the readings that seemed to cause a point of clarity. Isaiah stared at the readings as Cerjess narrated the solar flares' role in the current disaster. It was almost as if his clarity was infectious. "I'll be damned," Isaiah said as all the pieces were coming together. "The bombardment of electromagnetic radiation is superheating the planet's core. The excess thermal radiation is causing the mantle caverns beneath the tectonic plates to expand, and the thermal energy that is escaping are fueling the weather systems, making them longer in duration and magnitude." Isaiah looked towards the Captain. "It's like a pot coming to boil with the lid on. The steam within builds, and eventually has enough pressure to force the lid to move. The additional energy from even more solar flares...."Now that they could easily see the problem, Isaiah knew he needed to provide the captain with a solution. "The probes are needed to rev down these storms, no question. However, now that we know the source, that's where we deal with this problem." Quinn looked towards Lt. Niles. "Mr. Niles, I'm going to require your knowledge of our shield and deflector systems." Isaiah turned towards Captain Eastman. "Captain, I think it's possible to use the Mac as a lightning rod of sorts. By inverting the polarity of the main deflector, it's possible that we attract the solar energy being expelled from the sun to the Mac. Our shields should be able to absorb and retain that energy so that we can then redirect it back at the sun using the deflector dish. The excess energy can be used to stabilize the solar activity on the surface of the sun, ceasing the solar flares altogether." It was likely that the Talorians would need to observe the activity of their sun more often, but it'd be centuries if not millennia before an episode of this magnitude occurred again. "Full disclosure, Captain... there would be a risk to the Mac.. especially if we don't time reversing the polarity of the deflector accurately. However, either way, conditions on Talor Prime would improve. The probes can be manned from here to avert the weather systems until their 'fuel line' has been cut."There was a chirp on Quinn's comm badge alerting him that the probes were ready for deployment. Isaiah tapped his combadge. =A= "Quinn here. Lt. Miren will give you the coordinates of where to deploy those probes. Quinn out." Isaiah then stood there awaiting the Captain's word. "I could best monitor and coordinate from the Mac. Especially, since there's a risk of a communications blockout. Miren is more than capable of keeping everyone as close to what passes for dry here until... until it's over." Cerjess had Quinn's every confidence that he'd be able to adjust on the fly if necessary. Isaiah didn't want to speak for Niles, but he was likely the most experienced officer they had with them, and thus he'd be needed at tactical.
Tag: Judith Eastman , Joshua Niles , Syl O'Connell (Cerjess) [ LT Joshua Niles Prime Camp, Talor City ]Oh, the Primary's staff certainly was not happy that one Starfleet officer would address the man! Well, that was too bad, for the Mac's mission to Talor Prime and how it was carried out was not contingent on their approval. L'Sho, on the other hand, showed very little emotion at being so addressed. Well, he certainly did not have to like being talked to, but as Captain Eastman had said, there was a degree of politicking involved here, and going outside of the previously agreed-upon mandate was the sort of thing that needed approval by the local authorities. Which meant going right to the top in this case. And Niles knew he should have expected a degree of snark, rather than gratitude at being willing to expend further resources to the benefit of his people. Protecting semi-aquatic people from water... while he himself had gone out sporting a personal forcefield that had kept him bone-dry in that downpour. Wasting resources protecting his people, while he wouldn't embrace his own choice of words. Smug bastard, Joshua thought as the man turned away to make a call as to the second part of his request. As the waited, that Lieutenant T'Rok stood directly before Niles, offering that odd smile. What was this one all about? Resentful of interference? Enjoying watching him stand there waiting for an answer? Honestly, Niles hardly cared. He was there to do a job, regardless of just how many axes to grind he may have with certain Talorians. Though when L'Sho returned, he certainly did not appear pleased. If not at the deployment of a weather stabilization grid, but that he no longer would be their sole point of contact anymore. "Thank you, Sir, I'll pass on the message to Captain Eastman. If you will excuse me?"So taking his leave, Niles headed back outside. Of course, he could have made the call from within the tent, but he certainly hoped that any watching eyes would see that Starfleet personnel were willing to endure the elements rather than remain in comfort within the tents, it would go a long way towards establishing their bona fide. However, he very quickly regretted his choice. The wind had picked up quite a bit, and the freezing rain was now mixed with some rather large hailstones that impacted with some truly unpleasant force. And the temperature had dropped. Which now made his borrowed, paper-thin poncho practically useless given that he was already soaked beneath it, and he shivered as he made his way back towards the Old Lady. "Captain, Primary L'Sho has approved both requests. He considers providing weatherproof clothing to his people to be a waste of resources but he will not stop us, and seemed supportive of the notion of a weather stabilization grid, if only a temporary one. He also let me know that we are to notify the Talorian Council of all further efforts we will undertake, and unless I'm badly mistaken, he certainly didn't like that he wasn't the sole point of contact and source of authority anymore. And..." he shivered violently as his sodden uniform started cooling down faster than he'd like. "Barring strenuous objections, I'm going to call down for a fresh jacket for myself before I freeze solid." [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - Talor Prime - Prime Camp Plaza]As the downpour increased, so did the scientist's excitement. He stood in the center of the pattern of pylons, wide eyes fixed on the PADD that was receiving the data from the Mac, seemingly oblivious to the hail that pelted him. When Quinn asked for his input on how many probes to launch for the weather net, he nodded distractedly. "The more the better. Don't worry about the epicenters though... Those are just a symptom." As more data came in, his excitement rose as well, and suddenly he was throwing back the hood of his jacket and turning to face Quinn, a broad smile on his face. "Look at this!" He held out the PADD to his superior, pointing to where the scans showed not only increased solar flares, but also fluctuations in thermal energy. "The sun is causing these storms! If we can filter out the increase of thermal and UV particles before they reach the Ozone layer, the weather will go back to normal!" He stood there, getting pelted by ice without a care in the world, eagerly awaiting the other scientist's opinion. After all, their investigation had moved into Isaiah's specialty, and Cerjess didn't want to assume he knew more about solar activity than the astronomer. The Trill was practically vibrating in his failed attempts at containing his excitement, however, looking very similar to a child awaiting a teacher's comment on a project they were exceptionally proud of. [Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn - Plaza, Prime Camp, Talor City]
As Captain Eastman asked whether more more probes would be required to deal with the solar flares, Cerjess answered stating that the more the better. Quinn was in perfect agreement, nodding along. Cerjess also stated that the didn't need to be too concerned about the epicenters, as they were symptoms of a larger problem. He then pointed out something on the readings that seemed to cause a point of clarity. Isaiah stared at the readings as Cerjess narrated the solar flares' role in the current disaster. It was almost as if his clarity was infectious. "I'll be damned," Isaiah said as all the pieces were coming together. "The bombardment of electromagnetic radiation is superheating the planet's core. The excess thermal radiation is causing the mantle caverns beneath the tectonic plates to expand, and the thermal energy that is escaping are fueling the weather systems, making them longer in duration and magnitude." Isaiah looked towards the Captain. "It's like a pot coming to boil with the lid on. The steam within builds, and eventually has enough pressure to force the lid to move. The additional energy from even more solar flares...."Now that they could easily see the problem, Isaiah knew he needed to provide the captain with a solution. "The probes are needed to rev down these storms, no question. However, now that we know the source, that's where we deal with this problem." Quinn looked towards Lt. Niles. "Mr. Niles, I'm going to require your knowledge of our shield and deflector systems." Isaiah turned towards Captain Eastman. "Captain, I think it's possible to use the Mac as a lightning rod of sorts. By inverting the polarity of the main deflector, it's possible that we attract the solar energy being expelled from the sun to the Mac. Our shields should be able to absorb and retain that energy so that we can then redirect it back at the sun using the deflector dish. The excess energy can be used to stabilize the solar activity on the surface of the sun, ceasing the solar flares altogether." It was likely that the Talorians would need to observe the activity of their sun more often, but it'd be centuries if not millennia before an episode of this magnitude occurred again. "Full disclosure, Captain... there would be a risk to the Mac.. especially if we don't time reversing the polarity of the deflector accurately. However, either way, conditions on Talor Prime would improve. The probes can be manned from here to avert the weather systems until their 'fuel line' has been cut."There was a chirp on Quinn's comm badge alerting him that the probes were ready for deployment. Isaiah tapped his combadge. =A= "Quinn here. Lt. Miren will give you the coordinates of where to deploy those probes. Quinn out." Isaiah then stood there awaiting the Captain's word. "I could best monitor and coordinate from the Mac. Especially, since there's a risk of a communications blockout. Miren is more than capable of keeping everyone as close to what passes for dry here until... until it's over." Cerjess had Quinn's every confidence that he'd be able to adjust on the fly if necessary. Isaiah didn't want to speak for Niles, but he was likely the most experienced officer they had with them, and thus he'd be needed at tactical. [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Prime Camp, Talor City][...] She paused for a moment, deep in thought, balancing the tradeoff in her head, resisting the urge to collect feedback from all around her. "Young man, I'll give you half the ship," she decided. "Us, a skeleton crew, on the stardrive section, we'll do it. The saucer can stay out of trouble." She tapped her combadge. =A= "Eastman to Henriksen, prepare for a saucer separation. I'll be taking command of the stardrive section to... fix the Talorian sun. You take the saucer and all non-essential personnel to a safe distance away." =A= Mabel, though partly in the dark, knew better than to push the boss. =A= "Yes, ma'am." =A= =A= "Prepare to beam myself, Mr. Niles, and Mr. Quinn onto the battle bridge, on Quinn's orders. Eastman out." =A= "Mr. Miren, loop in Dr. Baker, and see if she can inform the Primary."This kind of bold, almost aggressive, on-the-spot decision-making was unlike Judy, but perhaps she needed to find a little bit more assertiveness in herself. Perhaps a more assertive, less deliberative approach might've seen her launch a rescue operation on Caldonia before Admiral Ellis's orders came in.
Tag Joshua Niles , Syl O'Connell , Isaiah Quinn [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - Talor Prime - Prime Camp Plaza]Cerjess didn't need to provide any further explanation. The scans spoke for themselves to the other scientist. His smile broadened as Isaiah picked up on his train of thought, and relayed the explanation to the Captain. While the proposed solution was risky, he didn't have any alternatives, so instead he only nodded as the orders were passed around. As they made preparations to depart for the ship once more, he turned a more serious gaze to Quinn. "Best of luck up there," he told him quietly, before stepping away to send the necessary coordinates for the probes. Once that was done, he tapped his com badge. "Lt. Miren to Dr. Baker. We've figured out the cause of these storms, and the Captain, Commander Quinn and Lt. Niles are heading back to the ship to implement the solution. She asked me to inform you and have you pass on the information to the Primary." That was what she had asked, right? Eh, close enough. He pulled the hood back over his head, suddenly keenly aware of the hail stinging his skin and the icy chill of the rain. Hopefully the others would be able to solve this... Without too many sacrifices of their own.
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
Posts: 730 Likes: 81
Position: Journalist
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Post by Charlie Fox on Apr 25, 2021 12:20:41 GMT
[Kaela - Plaza, Prime Camp, Talor City]Kaela watched the excited exchange of the scientists, then the harsher words between the Captain and the Security officer. The harshness was not directed at each other, rather at the situation at hand. There might have been an anger there, a frustration, and she could only attribute that to how difficult L'Sho, the Sisters and Elders and even these displaced people were making things. The scientist quietly observed these people sacrifice their time, resources and even potentially their ship, to help a planet that did not want them on it. She was very obviously ignoring the incessant and insistent pinging of her personal communications device. She did not have to check to know that it was the Council. If she answered, she had no idea what she would say to them, so she thought it best to say nothing at all. Kaela knew that this huge plan of theirs would frighten and anger them. "I can assist with the p-ponchos?" She hesitated over the word, knowing that it must mean the garments that protected the skin from precipitation, kind of in a similar way as the umbrella did, but the word was still very foreign to her. "I will distribute them. I will remain nearby in case Lt. Miren needs any assistance here, if that is agreeable to you." She looked between them all as they hurried to get to work, each having their own assigned job. A huge part of her wished she could see this ship of theirs, but her place was on the Talorian ground.
Tags: Judith Eastman , Joshua Niles , Isaiah Quinn , Syl O'Connell (Miren)
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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 Apr 25, 2021 15:47:48 GMT
[ Thea - Medical Tent, Prime Camp, Talor City] The surgery whilst not overly complicated, wasn't something that could be rushed, especially when it concerned internal bleeding. The trick was to discover the source, stop the flow of blood and then repair the damage. Whilst simultaneously hoping that the fix would hold and that the damage wasn't too severe. It also took a lot of focus and concentration which made having Left Ear such a necessity, even more so with the circumstances that they were working under. Having suctioned most of the blood away, Thea was about to locate the damaged arteries when the call came through from Miren, pausing long enough to listen to what was being relayed. With her hands full, Thea knew that she would have to delegate in order to answer the scientist and find someone to inform the Primary. Fortunately or unfortunately Dihiq was the only person within the immediate vicinity as the Klingon officer entered the tent carrying supplies. " Petty Officer, I need you to do me a favour, firstly can you acknowledge Lieutenant Miren and inform him that I'm in the middle of surgery and that his message will be passed on. Then I need you to go to Primary L'Sho, apologise that I couldn't tell him person and inform him, that we've figured out what's causing these storms and that Captain Eastman, Commander Quinn and Lieutenant Niles are returning to the ship in order to implement the solution. Tell him that he can contact them directly there if he has any questions or queries".
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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 Apr 25, 2021 19:52:58 GMT
[NPC - PO3 Dihiq, son of Kroka - Prime Camp, Talor City]It was all a case of wrong place, wrong time. Dihiq had been yanked into this mission because he just happened to stumble into the wrong lavatory stall to bump into Ens. Cruise, his somewhat vindictive supervisor. He was then assigned to carry medical supplies by pure random assignments. And now, here he was, in Baker's earshot. "Ummm, uhhh, yes... Commander," he stuttered, in a state of utter terror. He shuffled slowly away, to execute his orders. He tapped his combadge. =A=- "Dihiq to Miren. Baker says she's... uh... in a surgery now, but... your message will be passed on. Dihiq out," =A= he delivered the first message, alternating between nervous pauses and equally nervous stretches of rapid-fire speech; he cut out before giving the Lieutenant a chance to acknowledge, which he shouldn't have done, but he was scared. "You can do this, Dihiq. Honor is magic," he whispered to himself, trying to talk himself up to approach Primary L'Sho. It kinda worked, as the diminutive Klingon hesitantly shuffled towards that frightening figure. And sure enough, he found him, a man capable of wiping Dihiq out with one hand, or with one order. "Uhhh, sir... I'm Dihiq, son of Kroka... Petty Officer, 3rd Class. I have... a message for you... Captain Eastman is... returning to the ship to... fix the cause of... the weather," he reported, as clearly as he could. But there was something else he had to say. Something he'd forgotten. "Commander Baker can't... talk now. She's... in a surgery."That was it, right? Or close enough? Maybe?
Soft tag Thea Baker and Syl O'Connell , tag Charlie Fox (L'Sho)
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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 Apr 26, 2021 16:14:05 GMT
[Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Prime Camp, Talor City]Offering only a quick nod of affirmation to Kaela, Judy then took the moment to get a message to her husband. [NPC - Max Williams - CO's Quarters, USS Mac]Max donned his readers and looked at his PADD, as he got a series of pings. JEW: Saucer separation on my orders. JEW: I will return to stardrive. MW: ? JEW: Gonna fix the Talorian sin. MW: Sin? JEW: Sun, sorry. JEW: Typo. MW: OK JEW: It's a little risky, but we'll save the planet. MW: Be careful JEW: Promise. Love you. MW: Love you more. Max knew Judy's slow typing speed meant she was on the move, probably typing standing up, one-handed without a stylus. After 20+ years, he knew the cadence of her texts very well, although not as well as the kids, who got nagged regularly over subspace. [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) & PO2 Roland L. Jenkins - Battle Bridge, USS Mac]Due to a miscommunication, the Mac beamed the group up before the orders came in to do so, straight onto the battle bridge, where a relief crew and PO Jenkins were waiting. "Captain, may I get your coat?" the young man dutifully offered. "Thank you; that's very thoughtful," she accepted. After first folding her umbrella and setting down her backpack, she whipped the heavy coat off and gently gave it to the young man. She sat down at the center chair, let her hair down from the tight bun, and then glanced over to Quinn. "So I want you to explain what you're doing, young man, but explain it while you're doing it, so we don't waste time," she directed. Then, she returned her attention to her PADD, and pulled up a group chat. As a mother, she could multitask with the best of them. Group chat: Mishpocheh[fn]Yiddish: family[/fn] JEW: Good luck on your midterm, Thomas. JEW: Take your time. Study hard. TW: OK mom TW: I know If she was to die, she wanted to be able to brag in the afterlife about her son's score in his stats course.
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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 Apr 26, 2021 18:15:43 GMT
[NPC - PO3 Dihiq, son of Kroka - Prime Camp, Talor City][...] And sure enough, he found him, a man capable of wiping Dihiq out with one hand, or with one order. "Uhhh, sir... I'm Dihiq, son of Kroka... Petty Officer, 3rd Class. I have... a message for you... Captain Eastman is... returning to the ship to... fix the cause of... the weather," he reported, as clearly as he could. But there was something else he had to say. Something he'd forgotten. "Commander Baker can't... talk now. She's... in a surgery." [L'Sho - Temporary Primary Command, Sector 1A, Prime Camp]"This is an outrage!" Councilor G'Reya screeched for the sixth time that minute. Primary L'Sho actually looked somewhat crestfallen as he participated in the impromptu meeting with the Council of Scholars. Granted, it was difficult to be sure if he was just tired rather than completely morally dejected, but indeed some emotion was seeping through the man's gait. "Highly irregular." That was Elder Bladohn with his favourite phrase. "Elder! You must explain to the Primary how this meddling will anger the gods! To think that our people survived across the stars, travelling all this way to find our beloved jewel, Talor Prime, our birthright, only to now need the assistance of the bataq! It's preposterous. We must allow our people to fight!""Highly irregular, Councilor," Bladohn agreed, his image on the communications screen nodding sagely. "What is happening with the planet is meant to be, Primary. This weather will take its course. Evacuate the essential and afterwards we will appraise the damage." Secondary R'Lek was gunning for L'Sho's job. The Primary could almost feel the man's hot, ramba[fn]Fermented fruit, Talorian alcoholic beverage[/fn] breath on the back of his neck... "I am hungry. Shall we order some spiced let'ki?"[fn]Sea creature, not unlike Earth's eel; a delicacy served boiled and with garal[/fn] The fumbling interruption was almost a blessing as far as L'Sho was concerned. He turned his attention to the strange whippet of a creature standing before him, trying to make a report of some kind. Much of it was lost on L'Sho, as he assumed much of it was also lost on this gormless Petty Officer. At the mention of surgery, he blinked glowing eyes, wondering for a moment if Dr. Baker was performing a surgery, or having one performed on her. Not that it really mattered, he thought, the salient part of the speech was of course the mention of fixing the weather. Behind him, the talking heads of the Council all made noises of displeasure. "And how is it that Captain Eastman plans to fix the cause of the weather, Petty Officer Dihiq, son of Kroka?"
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Syl O'Connell
Flight Control
[TI8]
Posts: 662 Likes: 9
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Flight Control/Caldonia 5
Species: Human
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Post by Syl O'Connell on Apr 27, 2021 8:08:15 GMT
[Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - Talor Prime - Prime Camp Plaza]When the Talorian scientist offered to pass out the ponchos and then assist with anything he needed, he merely nodded in acceptance. He wasn't sure what he might need help with, but having extra set of hands available never hurt. The voice that replied over the com was certainly not Dr. Baker, and it took Cerjess a moment to process what the fumbling voice was saying. The Talorians were actually letting her perform surgery on them? That was unexpected, given their earlier reception. Oh well, it didn't really matter who passed on the message, he supposed, so long as it got to the right person. "Understood, Dihiq. Let me know if I can be any assistance." The most urgent part of his job now completed, he could focus his attention on monitoring the operations. Turning back towards the equipment spread through the plaza, he paused when he saw several members of the away disappearing in the blue glow of a transporter beam. Well that was... sudden. He hadn't even heard them call for a beam out. Hopefully they didn't need anything else from him. It would take a few moments for them to get situated on the Mac, so he took that time to examine the scans once more, making sure there hadn't been any unexpected changes that might affect the outcome.
Soft tag Judith Eastman (Dihiq) Charlie Fox (Kaela)
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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 Apr 27, 2021 12:27:23 GMT
[Thea - Medical Tent, Prime Camp, Talor City]
With a clearly startled Dihiq acknowledging her orders and leaving as though his life depended on it. Thea could only hope that he would remember everything that she had relayed to him and that nothing would be missed. If she hadn't of been in the middle of saving someone's life, she would of done itself. However the timing meant that she had to delegate, something that she was still learning but was getting better at.
Of course she would need to prepare herself for any potential damage control as she returned to her patient. Now came the difficult part as the tricorder results directed the Doctor to the exact spot where the damage had occurred. The liver like everything else was delicate no matter who it belonged too and after a few tense moments. Thea was able to repair the two inch tear and rupture. Then it was only a matter of sealing the other leaks and finally use the dermal regenerator.
Standing back, taking a much needed breath, Thea thanked Left Ear for her assistance and then spoke to the family. Conveying everything as clearly as possible and left her patient to recuperate. Then came the clean up and recording information as the storm continued to rage outside.
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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 Apr 27, 2021 15:25:39 GMT
[L'Sho - Temporary Primary Command, Sector 1A, Prime Camp]"This is an outrage!" Councilor G'Reya screeched for the sixth time that minute. Primary L'Sho actually looked somewhat crestfallen as he participated in the impromptu meeting with the Council of Scholars. Granted, it was difficult to be sure if he was just tired rather than completely morally dejected, but indeed some emotion was seeping through the man's gait. "Highly irregular." That was Elder Bladohn with his favourite phrase. "Elder! You must explain to the Primary how this meddling will anger the gods! To think that our people survived across the stars, travelling all this way to find our beloved jewel, Talor Prime, our birthright, only to now need the assistance of the bataq! It's preposterous. We must allow our people to fight!""Highly irregular, Councilor," Bladohn agreed, his image on the communications screen nodding sagely. "What is happening with the planet is meant to be, Primary. This weather will take its course. Evacuate the essential and afterwards we will appraise the damage." Secondary R'Lek was gunning for L'Sho's job. The Primary could almost feel the man's hot, ramba[fn]Fermented fruit, Talorian alcoholic beverage[/fn] breath on the back of his neck... "I am hungry. Shall we order some spiced let'ki?"[fn]Sea creature, not unlike Earth's eel; a delicacy served boiled and with garal[/fn] The fumbling interruption was almost a blessing as far as L'Sho was concerned. He turned his attention to the strange whippet of a creature standing before him, trying to make a report of some kind. Much of it was lost on L'Sho, as he assumed much of it was also lost on this gormless Petty Officer. At the mention of surgery, he blinked glowing eyes, wondering for a moment if Dr. Baker was performing a surgery, or having one performed on her. Not that it really mattered, he thought, the salient part of the speech was of course the mention of fixing the weather. Behind him, the talking heads of the Council all made noises of displeasure. "And how is it that Captain Eastman plans to fix the cause of the weather, Petty Officer Dihiq, son of Kroka?" [NPC - PO3 Dihiq, son of Kroka - Prime Camp, Talor City]Dihiq did his best to keep it together in the face of the intimidating Talorian leader. Here was a man who could have him killed in 1000 different ways, and would probably even enjoy it. And Dihiq didn't have the answer. "With science!" he exclaimed, a screechy sound that could be mistaken for enthusiasm, but was in fact utter terror. "Uh... I.... uh... well... I don't... actually... I dunno... uh... sir."
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Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
[TI22]
Posts: 649 Likes: 21
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Tactical Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Joshua Niles on Apr 28, 2021 0:23:03 GMT
[ LT Joshua Niles Prime Camp, Talor City ]Well, the transport came as a surprise as Commander Quinn had yet to call for it in person, and next thing the Tactical Officer knew, he standing in the middle of the Battle Bridge, the most open area available in the far more cramped auxiliary command center, and he could feel the eyes of the duty watch upon him. Well, at least, he was out of the rain as he, somewhat self-consciously, shed the violently pink poncho he'd bothered and set it on top of the Captain's backpack on his way to the Tactical station, shivering in his sodden duty uniform. "All right, talk to me. Where are we with the personnel movements?"If the Old Lady could hit the ground running, the least her Tactical Officer could do was to do the exact same, and try to see that his initiative would line up with her vision; and in this case, to ensure that the stardrive would be down to essential personnel only. And, it would seem the Ensign manning Tactical had been on top of it and passed on the status to his superior. "Captain, personnel transfer is complete, all sections report secured for saucer separation. Shield generators are all in the green and ready to raise shields on your word. But given what we're looking at doing? We'll need more power than usual; recommend getting engineering teams prepositioned at each shield generator, and that we prepare to redirect warp power to the shields."
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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 Apr 28, 2021 7:12:45 GMT
[Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn - Battle Bridge, USS Mac [/font]
As he felt himself materialize aboard the ship, Isaiah exhaled. There was a brief moment's regret that he hadn't said anything to Thea. Of course, he couldn't imagine what to say, even if they had time. The only comfort that he could find was that he knew it wouldn't have been anything she didn't already know. He loved her. There were hardly any surprises there.
The science officer began to peel off the weather coat as he moved towards his station. Lt. Niles last words about directing that energy back towards the sun were still resonating. "Give me a moment," Isaiah said. "We need that energy to make this solution last." He turned the problem over in his mind, still listening as things began to happen quickly. Personnel were being rerouted to the saucer section, and in the midst, he heard Captain Eastman ask him to walk her through everything... in real time.
"Aye, Captain," Isaiah responded. His hands began to move over the panel of his station. "Right now, I'm attempting to determine the optimal frequency and orientation of the shields to absorb and temporarily retain the electromagnetic radiation emanating from those solar flares. It's almost like finding the ideal pitch with a tuning fork." Isaiah's eyes seemed to catch the readout from one of his screens. "Lieutenant, begin with a frequency of 4-4-9 point 1."
Isaiah moved to an adjacent station and pressed a few buttons. "In theory, Captain," Isaiah went on with his explanation, "Lieutenant Niles and I can reconfigure the shields to a frequency that will draw in and absorb the majority of that solar energy like a sponge. I believe if we adjust the orientation of the shields, we can expand them giving us more surface area to work with. We may have to manually adjust frequency and focal generators in real time, but it's possible to extend the retention period... which I currently estimate at about 80 seconds."
Isaiah exhaled, moving back to his original station. "Mr. Niles, if you can get me a targeting solution of the following coordinates of the sun that I'm sending you, I believe I can determine a logarithmic gradient to transfer power from shields to the main deflector as we prepare to expel that energy. It should slowly relieve the pressure on the shields as from the absorbed radiation."
Isaiah turned back towards the Captain. "Absorbing this radiation will be like standing on a carton of eggs. It's possible if the pressure is distributed appropriately along the surface of the eggs. A miscalculation and that shell could crack." Isaiah seemed to nod approvingly at the readings he saw on his screen. "Recommend that we reroute power from the holodecks, transporters and other non-essential systems to structural integrity. Still... as we take on the energy, it'll give Miren and the others time to use the probes to soothe things planet-side by using the probes."
"Meanwhile, our directing that energy as best we can back towards the sun should stabilize the activity causing the flares in the first place."
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