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 28, 2021 17:06:55 GMT
[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." [L'Sho - Temporary Primary Command, Sector 1A, Prime Camp]"Indeed."What else, if not science? Primary L'Sho regarded this Dihiq, trying to discern if he was attempting ridicule. The Talorian had had some dealings with the Federationers, more than his peers, certainly, and while the small male appeared genuine, even enthusiastic, L'Sho could not be sure. Not everyone would admit to not knowing the answer to a question in his presence. There was something almost brave about that, he thought. "What manner of science? What of the gods? This is highly irregular.""He does not know? How can he not know!? We cannot leave the future of our beloved jewel in the hands of people who DO NOT KNOW!!""Primary, we demand answers."L'Sho raised his hand and made a cutting motion. The feed died immediately. "Take me to your leader, Dihiq, son of Kroka."
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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 28, 2021 17:57:55 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." [Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn - Battle Bridge, USS Mac] 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." [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Battle Bridge, USS Mac]Judy clasped her hands together and listened. She didn't much like the risk involved, but what choice did they have? They'd just have to get this right. To serve was to sacrifice, after all. "Very well. You two carry on, and I'll jump in if I need to," she ordered. Then, she eyed the Ensign at the engineering station. "Make all nonessential power, everything but the computer system, sublight propulsion, and life support, available for structural integrity and shields, and deploy maintenance teams as Lt. Niles suggested.""Yes, ma'am," the Ensign answered. Judy took off her glasses and began to wipe the lenses down, a sometime nervous tic of hers.
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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 28, 2021 18:02:45 GMT
[L'Sho - Temporary Primary Command, Sector 1A, Prime Camp]"Indeed."What else, if not science? Primary L'Sho regarded this Dihiq, trying to discern if he was attempting ridicule. The Talorian had had some dealings with the Federationers, more than his peers, certainly, and while the small male appeared genuine, even enthusiastic, L'Sho could not be sure. Not everyone would admit to not knowing the answer to a question in his presence. There was something almost brave about that, he thought. "What manner of science? What of the gods? This is highly irregular.""He does not know? How can he not know!? We cannot leave the future of our beloved jewel in the hands of people who DO NOT KNOW!!""Primary, we demand answers."L'Sho raised his hand and made a cutting motion. The feed died immediately. "Take me to your leader, Dihiq, son of Kroka." [NPC - PO3 Dihiq, son of Kroka - Prime Camp, Talor City]Dihiq stood trembling, nervously eyeing the Primary, as he tried very hard to steel his mind, legs, and bladder in the face of this terror. And then, L'Sho gave him an order. "Uhhh... sir... she's on... the ship. She's... saving your planet. I don't... I can't... I can't... sir."Quickly, timidly, he added: "I'm sorry, sir."
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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 28, 2021 18:23:02 GMT
[Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - Talor Prime - Prime Camp Plaza]It was impossible to say exactly what triggered the thought in the scientist's mind, but as he was reviewing the meteorological data still coming in, Cerjess suddenly gasped. "Earthquakes!" he declared to no one in particular, before tossing the PADD down in an empty crate and jogging through the icy downpour towards the tent that they had been in earlier. Ducking inside, he threw his hood back, immediately locating the Talorian wearing the most decorations indicting the highest rank, and seemingly didn't notice the quivering Petty Officer in front of him. "Primary L'Sho, sir?" he asked, slightly out of breath. "Lieutenant Miren. Pleasure to meet you. I believe Kaela said everyone has been evacuated from the cities around the fault lines? If they haven't been, they need to be, because as soon as these storms stop the sudden pressure change could very well trigger more seismic activity. Sir." While he had no idea what 'Primary' translated to in Starfleet ranks, he was fairly certain it was above his own, and use of the honorific was sheer habit at this point in his career.
Tag Charlie Fox (L'Sho) soft Judith Eastman (Dihiq)
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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 20:37:50 GMT
[ LT Joshua Niles Battle Bridge, USS Mac stardrive ]Looking at the surface coordinates required on the surface of the Talorian system's primary and checking it against the ship's charts to establish rotation and drift had been simple enough, and at least the target area was relatively large with respect to the star it was on... but at a range in excess of a hundred million kilometers? That was calling for some serious computations on the part of the Tactical Officer, even though he was aided by the computers. "Sir, good news is, I can get a solution and set up a carrier for that energy to bounce back at the Talorian sun easy enough but we're going to have to slave helm and deflector dish control to the tactical computers for this; we'll have to do adjustments measurable in the millionth of an inch at this end."Well, that was the easy part. Now, tuning the shields to deal with that? What Commander Quinn was suggesting would be drawing an immense amount of energy and radiation towards the Mac. Sure, her shields could handle obscene amounts of energy... when the notion was just to repel it. Even a solar flare would just bounce off the navigational deflectors with minimal effect on the hull at this distance. But given he wanted to use the ship as a lighting rod? The amount of energy being discussed here was beyond staggering, it was literally astronomical. And even with warp power going to the shields, the smallest imbalance could be catastrophic. Or, especially with the amount of power involved on either side of this issue, the smallest imbalance could be catastrophic. "Sir, I have the frequency tuned in, but I really don't like the math on this. We spread out our shields, we're losing power density and putting a lot more stress than I'd like on the generators. And even if this works, I reckon Master Chief Ozu won't be too happy with us because we'll probably need to replace at least half of them. If you'll look at my figures, I think we can bounce it back in real time or close to it and if we have shield orientation just right, the carrier will start drawing the incoming radiation into itself before it hits us, that should reduce the risk."Of course, Niles was no scientist, and what he was going off of was his own science electives, which had been in wave propagation and high-energy physics. But he'd never expected working on that kind of a high-energy scale! But what he knew was what his equipment could do... so long as it held.
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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 29, 2021 2:57:24 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. [ Left Ear to-Ennien - Medical Tent] Left Ear loosed a quiet breath in relief as Thea finished up the surgery, despite the interruptions. She'd been concerned that it would cause problems for their patient, but they'd been so brief that the doctor was able to go right back to repairing his injury. The Sivaoan dipped her head at Thea's thanks as she moved off to speak to the man's family, then did the post-op of hooking up a container of fluids and rechecking his vitals before moving to the next patient that hadn't been treated. As she started checking out the next person, Left Ear kept one ear swiveled toward the surgical bed to listen for any irregularities or for the man to start waking. ---------- Soft tag 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 Apr 29, 2021 9:47:15 GMT
[ Thea - Medical Tent, Prime Camp, Talor City] Even with their limited resources and the storm reminding them why they where here, it did little to deter Thea from remaining vigilant. Recording information, updating charts and keeping herself alert, should there be an issue with their last patient was something that she always did regardless of her surroundings. In some ways it reminded her of the war, especially with the adrenaline and the reasons why she became a Doctor. Yes her life had now taken a different path, one that often took her away from what she had known and loved. However it would never make her forget her roots and humble beginnings. Letting that moment of clarity and gentle reflection to reach a natural conclusion. It was time to get back to work, although one saving grace was that the newest influx of patients, hadn't suffered the same kind of trauma as Mi'Ka's father. Moving over to one woman suffering from a fractured ankle, Thea scanned her whilst talking to her gently, knowing that their presence wasn't exactly welcomed by some. Although once the initial reservations were thawed she then began treatment.
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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 29, 2021 15:00:44 GMT
[NPC - PO3 Dihiq, son of Kroka - Prime Camp, Talor City]Dihiq stood trembling, nervously eyeing the Primary, as he tried very hard to steel his mind, legs, and bladder in the face of this terror. And then, L'Sho gave him an order. "Uhhh... sir... she's on... the ship. She's... saving your planet. I don't... I can't... I can't... sir."Quickly, timidly, he added: "I'm sorry, sir." [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - Talor Prime - Prime Camp Plaza]It was impossible to say exactly what triggered the thought in the scientist's mind, but as he was reviewing the meteorological data still coming in, Cerjess suddenly gasped. "Earthquakes!" he declared to no one in particular, before tossing the PADD down in an empty crate and jogging through the icy downpour towards the tent that they had been in earlier. Ducking inside, he threw his hood back, immediately locating the Talorian wearing the most decorations indicting the highest rank, and seemingly didn't notice the quivering Petty Officer in front of him. "Primary L'Sho, sir?" he asked, slightly out of breath. "Lieutenant Miren. Pleasure to meet you. I believe Kaela said everyone has been evacuated from the cities around the fault lines? If they haven't been, they need to be, because as soon as these storms stop the sudden pressure change could very well trigger more seismic activity. Sir." While he had no idea what 'Primary' translated to in Starfleet ranks, he was fairly certain it was above his own, and use of the honorific was sheer habit at this point in his career. [L'Sho - Temporary Primary Command, Sector 1A, Prime Camp]Why could this individual not take him to Captain Judith Eastman? "No", "can't" and "won't" were certainly not words the Primary was used to hearing. "I'm sorry" was a little more common, that usually came with tears and pleas for life, but the others? No. Not acceptable. "Open a communications channel to the USS Mac."A minion almost tripped over themselves to action the clipped order, and once completed, nodded toward the Primary. =//= "This is Primary L'Sho to the USS Mac. Captain Judith Eastman, please explain why you have sent me this useless message via this useless Petty Officer." =//= He expected a prompt answer. What he got then instead was someone else. Someone who knew more about this science, but the finer details were lost on L'Sho, because nobody had been updating him. There had been that other one, the Security officer who was stiffer than even L'Sho himself, what was his name...? Lt. Smiles. "Yes, yes, they have been evacuated." Mostly. Some of those evacuees were still winding their way toward Prime Camp, despite efforts to direct them elsewhere. "Why would the storms stop!?"His voice was sharp, his tone becoming angrier by the nanosecond. =//= "USS Mac! You will explain what you are doing to my planet, immediately!" =//=
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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 29, 2021 15:54:29 GMT
[L'Sho - Temporary Primary Command, Sector 1A, Prime Camp]Why could this individual not take him to Captain Judith Eastman? "No", "can't" and "won't" were certainly not words the Primary was used to hearing. "I'm sorry" was a little more common, that usually came with tears and pleas for life, but the others? No. Not acceptable. "Open a communications channel to the USS Mac."A minion almost tripped over themselves to action the clipped order, and once completed, nodded toward the Primary. =//= "This is Primary L'Sho to the USS Mac. Captain Judith Eastman, please explain why you have sent me this useless message via this useless Petty Officer." =//= He expected a prompt answer. What he got then instead was someone else. Someone who knew more about this science, but the finer details were lost on L'Sho, because nobody had been updating him. There had been that other one, the Security officer who was stiffer than even L'Sho himself, what was his name...? Lt. Smiles. "Yes, yes, they have been evacuated." Mostly. Some of those evacuees were still winding their way toward Prime Camp, despite efforts to direct them elsewhere. "Why would the storms stop!?"His voice was sharp, his tone becoming angrier by the nanosecond. =//= "USS Mac! You will explain what you are doing to my planet, immediately!" =//= [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. [NPC - PO3 Dihiq, son of Kroka - Prime Camp, Talor City]Seeing the spotlight shift away from him, Dihiq ran away.
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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 29, 2021 19:29:33 GMT
[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.
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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 29, 2021 20:29:46 GMT
[ 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".
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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 29, 2021 22:51:38 GMT
[Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn - Battle Bridge, USS Mac ] As Quinn continued to work at his station, Captain Eastman left both himself and Lieutenant Niles to their own devices, trusting them to carry out the task before them. In doing so, Lt. Niles eventually came up with the targeting solution with little trouble. Though, he did make an observation stating that they would have to perform meticulous calculations fluidly on their end to see this through. "I am aware, Mr. Niles," Isaiah stated with a slight sigh. "If we had any other option, I would gladly take it. But with this situation being as time sensitive as it is...." Isaiah's eyes looked upon the tactical officer. "I'm confident that our best will suffice."It was all he could offer in terms of words of encouragement, but it also spoke to the confidence he had in Josh's abilities at tactical. Once Josh had the frequency, for the shields set, Isaiah knew that it was almost time to commence. Niles pointed out that what they were risking could do some considerable damage to the shield generators. Quinn nodded. "I'll gladly take the chief's ire if this work. But I'm all for doing whatever we can to minimize the damage." The good thing about Niles was that he always offered suggestions when presenting a problem. "That would ease the strain on the shields," Isaiah said. "It shouldn't take me long to modify the gradient I programed to compensate for a simultaneous release. It could stress the conduits in the deflector dish, but it could also give us an edge in pulling this off. Let's make it happen." The science officer nodded at the tactical officer as the pair worked to bring everything into play. "Alright... activate the shield emitters now," Isaiah said. His hands moved across his console as the shields began to harmonize at the appropriate frequency to draw in the energy from the solar flares. "Absorption levels at 6%... 9%... 13%...." He continued to monitor their progress as it rose. Also noting the level of tension on their systems. Thus far, things were within expected parameters. "So far so good. modulate the frequency by .07 terahertz. We'll commence with release once it reaches 42%. The intake and emission should be at equivalent levels at that point."As the moments ticked past, Quinn counted out the intake while his hands danced over his console compensating for the fluctuations as the arose. "39%... 40%... 42%! Activating the main deflector now." Isaiah's eyes moved towards the screen to see a beam of energy flowing from the star drive's deflector dish towards the sun at the pre-arranged coordinates. He then checked his console. "Compensate for the variance: .021 mark 3 should do it." It seemed to be a constant play of the pair adjusting as needed until an alert sounded. "Dammit! Generators 7, 9 and 10 are down!" Isaiah announced. "Radiation levels increasing on Decks 17 and 18 sections 2-5." Isaiah turned his attention to compensating for the issue as quickly as possible. "Increasing the output from the main deflector. We have to burn it off a faster than we're taking it in." There were soon a few sparks cascading around the bridge in succession. "We're almost there! emissions from the sun have decreased 77%" More alarms sounded as more generators failed. The defelctor dish was beginning to emit close to capacity. Chaos seemed to continue to rain down upon them. It was like trying to patch a linking dam with bandages, as the leaks kept springing until finally... there was an eerie calm in the wake of the alarms sounding. Isaiah checked his readings, and then finally looked up from his console. He couldn't help but notice the disarray around the battle bridge. Damaged consoles, a few sparks still raining down as smoke billowed from one stations on the far side of the bridge. "The solar flares of ceased, Captain. We did it," he said. As much as part of him wanted to celebrate, there was still another shoe to drop. Damage and casualty reports from the decks. It wouldn't be time to celebrate until that information was heard. His eyes shifted towards Josh, suspecting that he'd be the one to receive those reports.
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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 29, 2021 23:30:23 GMT
[Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Battle Bridge, USS Mac]Judy took to examining the status of their various systems on her console, if only as a distraction from the risk of death, and from just how upset she was making her long-suffering husband. And she didn't like what she was seeing. They had a lot of damage that would need fixing. Not to mention, the smoke was annoying her throat. "I've seen worse. Granted, it was mostly the Jem'Hadar's doing, but I have," she remarked, and then paused for a cough. "We'll be able to make it home I think."
"Let's rejoin with the saucer."The Ensign in Ops, working around a slightly cracked console, nodded and began to comply. =A= "Eastman to secondary sickbay. Casualty report." =A= =A= "One moderate injury, two mild, no one killed," =A= came the report. =A= "Hallelujah! Eastman out." =A= She pulled up her messages. MW: What are you doing? MW: Judy? MW: You're breaking the ship MW: You're in trouble, missy
MW: I love you She could recognize the anger and fear, and she knew the protective place it came from. Max loved her, and that was why he sometimes hated her work. She texted him back. JEW: It worked. I'm okay. No casualties. MW: Thank god MW: Don't do that again JEW: I'm sorry. JEW: I'll make it up to you MW: You will "Max is upset about the pyrotechnics. I doubt he's the only one," she said, her mind going to the surface and the Talorians. "I have a feeling Thea is hearing about just how many Talorian deities we've pissed off."The two parts of the ship moved together under computer control.
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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 30, 2021 2:33:43 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?"
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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 30, 2021 9:23:19 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.
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