Left Ear to-Ennien
Medical
Posts: 229 Likes: 3
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Cadet/civilian healer
Species: Sivaoan
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Post by Left Ear to-Ennien on Jul 14, 2021 3:06:09 GMT
[Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn - Western Path, Cavern, Planetoid] Quinn found it incredibly difficult to maintain any sort of leverage as the tendrils pulled at both his legs, drawing him closer and closer to the plant's maw. Though, there was a bit of added motivation for the science officer as he noticed other members of the team having fallen victim to similar botanical snares. Left Ear, however, managed to evade her target, using her claws to slice at the tendrils. Clearly, enough of a deterrent for that particular stalk to release its prey. She then leapt from where she had been , close to Quinn's position, or rather the stalk itself. Perhaps it was too preoccupied with Quinn to react to the Sivaoan's proximity. "Cadet!" Quinn called as he felt his strength being tested, as he only had his arms to counter the pull of the stalk's tendrils. The phaser blast struck its target soundly, and the stalk released hold of Zakir's right hand, its tendrils recoiling, giving the Bajoran the opportunity to escape. The stalk that had a hold of Miren attempted to pull the Trill closer, as its own maw began to widen as it expected its prey to soon be devoured. [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - Mystery Planet]Whatever it was that had wrapped around his leg and tripped him tightened its grip, and he could feel it pulling him backwards across the ground. Panic gripped him just as tightly, and his hands clawed at the area in front of and beside him until one landed on a rock. Or at least, something that felt like a rock. Clutching it in his fist, he twisted around to sit up, pushing himself with one hand while the other brought the solid and jagged object down on the tendril with his full force. The coil loosened slightly, and he struck it again, and again, until it released him completely. Scrambling away from the thing, he got back up to his feet, rushing over to Quinn to grab hold of him to give Left Ear a chance to sever the tendrils that were pulling on the Commander. "What the hell are these things?!" Cerjess grunted through clenched teeth, bracing himself to resist the plant's pull on Isaiah. Tag Isaiah Quinn soft Left Ear to-Ennien Rin Zakir [ Cadet Left Ear to-Ennien - Western Path] Left Ear slammed into the stalk of the plant, but changed her mind as to her course of action when she saw that the commander was still being pulled closer by the tendrils. Instead, she turned her back to the stalk and began clawing at the tendrils. To try to keep the maw at bay, the Sivaoan wrapped the end of her long tail around the stalk, just below the head, or whatever it was, and pushed. ' I don't know,' Left Ear replied curtly to Cerjess' question, ' but they seem to want to eat us.' She contemplated adding teeth and powerful jaws to her attempts to free Quinn, but hesitated since they didn't have a full analysis and she didn't know whether or not it would be harmful. She might be needed to treat injuries once this was all over. Tag Isaiah Quinn, Syl O'Connell and Rin Zakir
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Shavan Th'zhaar
Science
[TI35]
Posts: 800 Likes: 19
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Assistant Chief of Science
Species: Orion/Andorian
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Post by Shavan Th'zhaar on Jul 14, 2021 16:28:41 GMT
[Lt Shavan Th’zhaar - Cavern, Eastern Path] “Agreed. We'll want to find out as much as we can about it,” Shavan replied as Hunt asked about doing a forensic examination of the remains they had found. Their first priority now was getting to the rendezvous and reestablishing communication as ordered. However, once they did, of course they would go back for it. Clearly it was an important find, and would maybe give them some answers… or at least lead them to the right questions. As they walked, he considered what S’Riia said about the possibility of the plants already being in the database. “And I agree about the plants.” It seemed likely, and if so could provide an important clue. The answer might not tell them how they survived, but as Hunt said, they would figure that out. Using the tricorder he did his own scan to search for a match. “Scans show a match for… Climbing Kerelia Green Ivy.” Things kept getting stranger. They reached the rendezvous point, but were the first to arrive. At least, the first from their team. He stared at the obelisk and stepped closer to it, wondering if it was simply some sort of marker or spiritual thing to those who had created the grave site… or if there was more to it than that. “Whatever this is, the people who left it haven't been back here recently.” The remains had clearly been there a very long time, and the obelisk was covered in dust. But maybe there was newer activity somewhere else. Jonathan Hunt Isaiah Quinn
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Rin Zakir
Security & Tactical
[TI21]
Posts: 112 Likes: 5
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Security & Tactical
Species: Bajoran
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Post by Rin Zakir on Jul 14, 2021 21:32:43 GMT
[ Rin Zakir - Planetoid Cavern - Western Path] After being freed from the tendrils vice like grip, Zak whirled around to quickly assess the situation. He was now free, for the time being at least, but Quinn and Miren were still in danger. The latter had least found himself a sharp rock to strike at his own bonds, causing it to finally let go and allowing him to scramble away. to-Ennien was still holding her own, and he for one was glad of the sivoan's aid. Those claws were coming in pretty handy, though he himself was thankfully still armed. Another good phaser blast should further discourage the stalk from making a meal out of the commander, although he would need to be careful not to hit the cadet. "You don't say...", he commented dryly at the cadet's observation. He then lifted his phaser again and aimed for the stalk whose tendrils currently ensnared Quinn, making sure that he wouldn't hit either him or Cadet to-Ennien before taking the shot. With the cadet focusing on the tendrils, they should be out of the way enough for him to try and take care of the stalk itself.
Tag Isaiah Quinn , Syl O'Connell and Left Ear to-Ennien
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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 Jul 16, 2021 8:35:12 GMT
{Quoted Posts} [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - Mystery Planet]Whatever it was that had wrapped around his leg and tripped him tightened its grip, and he could feel it pulling him backwards across the ground. Panic gripped him just as tightly, and his hands clawed at the area in front of and beside him until one landed on a rock. Or at least, something that felt like a rock. Clutching it in his fist, he twisted around to sit up, pushing himself with one hand while the other brought the solid and jagged object down on the tendril with his full force. The coil loosened slightly, and he struck it again, and again, until it released him completely. Scrambling away from the thing, he got back up to his feet, rushing over to Quinn to grab hold of him to give Left Ear a chance to sever the tendrils that were pulling on the Commander. "What the hell are these things?!" Cerjess grunted through clenched teeth, bracing himself to resist the plant's pull on Isaiah. [Cadet Left Ear to-Ennien - Western Path] Left Ear slammed into the stalk of the plant, but changed her mind as to her course of action when she saw that the commander was still being pulled closer by the tendrils. Instead, she turned her back to the stalk and began clawing at the tendrils. To try to keep the maw at bay, the Sivaoan wrapped the end of her long tail around the stalk, just below the head, or whatever it was, and pushed. ' I don't know,' Left Ear replied curtly to Cerjess' question, ' but they seem to want to eat us.' She contemplated adding teeth and powerful jaws to her attempts to free Quinn, but hesitated since they didn't have a full analysis and she didn't know whether or not it would be harmful. She might be needed to treat injuries once this was all over. [ Rin Zakir - Planetoid Cavern - Western Path] After being freed from the tendrils vice like grip, Zak whirled around to quickly assess the situation. He was now free, for the time being at least, but Quinn and Miren were still in danger. The latter had least found himself a sharp rock to strike at his own bonds, causing it to finally let go and allowing him to scramble away. to-Ennien was still holding her own, and he for one was glad of the sivoan's aid. Those claws were coming in pretty handy, though he himself was thankfully still armed. Another good phaser blast should further discourage the stalk from making a meal out of the commander, although he would need to be careful not to hit the cadet. "You don't say...", he commented dryly at the cadet's observation. He then lifted his phaser again and aimed for the stalk whose tendrils currently ensnared Quinn, making sure that he wouldn't hit either him or Cadet to-Ennien before taking the shot. With the cadet focusing on the tendrils, they should be out of the way enough for him to try and take care of the stalk itself. [Lt Shavan Th’zhaar - Cavern, Eastern Path] “Agreed. We'll want to find out as much as we can about it,” Shavan replied as Hunt asked about doing a forensic examination of the remains they had found. Their first priority now was getting to the rendezvous and reestablishing communication as ordered. However, once they did, of course they would go back for it. Clearly it was an important find, and would maybe give them some answers… or at least lead them to the right questions. As they walked, he considered what S’Riia said about the possibility of the plants already being in the database. “And I agree about the plants.” It seemed likely, and if so could provide an important clue. The answer might not tell them how they survived, but as Hunt said, they would figure that out. Using the tricorder he did his own scan to search for a match. “Scans show a match for… Climbing Kerelia Green Ivy.” Things kept getting stranger. They reached the rendezvous point, but were the first to arrive. At least, the first from their team. He stared at the obelisk and stepped closer to it, wondering if it was simply some sort of marker or spiritual thing to those who had created the grave site… or if there was more to it than that. “Whatever this is, the people who left it haven't been back here recently.” The remains had clearly been there a very long time, and the obelisk was covered in dust. But maybe there was newer activity somewhere else. [NPC - PO1 S'Riia] - Eastern Path, Cavern, Planetoid] S'Riia continued to survey the area. There still was no sign of Lt. Commander Quinn's team. S'Riia really wasn't a fan of their current situation. Communications with the ship was down and they were spread out all over the place. At least they were working to remedy that. S'Riia reached for knapsack and quickly retrieved a water bottle. She had unscrewed it and taken a sip when suddenly her ears twitched. "Do you hear that?" she asked. It was faint... and possibly out of the range of human ears. There didn't see to be any indication that anyone else could hear it, but there was something more. The symbols on the obelisk began to blink. There was suddenly a clatter, as the water bottle fell from S'Riia's hand. The half-Caitian stared blankly at the obelisk before walking towards it. As she reached the totem she lifted her hand and placed it over the round symbol at the bottom of the apex. Soon, the symbols stopped blinking and became solid. There was a pause and a brief flash of light, and the surroundings of all three Starfleet officers were gone... replaced by darkness and a heavy hum. From somewhere illumination began to fill the room. S'Riia blinked to find the cavern gone, as well as the obelisk and the music. Instead, all that was before her was... herself. S'Riia stepped back, instinctively, her hands on the handle of her phaser. She looked around her and saw both Shavan and Dr. Hunt. "Wh-where are we? How did we get here?" she asked.
[Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn - Western Path, Cavern, Planetoid] Isaiah suddenly felt Cerjess' hand grab hold of his arm as Left Ear continued to claw at the plant's tendrils. There was a bit of relief that slowly began to wash over him as he felt the tendrils grips began to loosen and he found himself actually moving in the other direction. Soon, the sound of a phaser could be heard, and shortly after that the grip of the tendrils loosened completely. Isaiah wasted no time getting back to his feet. His hand clasped the shoulder of Cerjess appreciatively. He then turned towards Left Ear and nodded appreciatively. "Thank you, all of you," he said. He also turned towards Zakir and nodded in the security officer's direction as well. "That," he began, "is a helluva lot like those plants back on Kerelia. In fact, that plant is almost exactly like the one Commander Parsnips used to keep as a pet... and almost ate a counselor." Luckily, the team was out of reach from the remaining pants of that sort. Isaiah finally reached for his transporter and scanned the plant. What he found was certainly unexpected. "I stand corrected... it's exactly like the plant from Kerelia: a Giant Azure Drosera. However, I've no idea how it got here. Those plants are native to Kerelia... or so we assumed."It was certainly a mystery, but one they would have to figure out later. "Everyone make sure you have your belongings," Quinn said. "We need to get moving if we're going so that we can meet up with the others." Once he had his belongings, Quinn proceeded along the rest of the path, luckily without further incident. However, when they reached the rendezvous, the only thing that stood there was a obelisk shrouded by vines and a Starfleet water container a few meters away. Upon the obelisk, the symbols etched upon it was blinking with a blue hue. Had they beaten Shavan's team there?
Tag: Shavan Th'zhaar , Jonathan Hunt , Syl O'Connell (Cerjess), Left Ear to-Ennien , Rin Zakir
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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 Jul 16, 2021 9:15:06 GMT
{Quoted Posts} [Felicity Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]Considering the circumstances, everyone managed to pull it together not just to report everything that they could, but to get back to work. The hits were coming fast from everywhere: no warp, no torpedoes, compromised shields. But they had life support and they still had control. "I'll take 70%," she told Niles, and when he pointed out that the object seemed to be powering, or recharging, her headache increased the frequency of its thumps as her heartrate amped up another notch. "Analyse that pulse, Tactical. See if we can modulate our shields to absorb or deflect." She spun toward Ops and faced the still flustered Dimmadome, who had been having no luck raising the Away Team again. "Ops. I also need a scan analysis of that pulse from you, but I want you to run a comparison against any known languages in the database, or even patterns." Felicity wasn't quite ready to declare this thing an enemy yet. And then it hit again. Felicity staggered on her feet, and reached out to grab a hold of a nearby console. She half dragged herself back to her chair and flopped down on it, hands reaching for her personal viewscreen immediately. "How is it getting through?" She asked aloud, mostly rhetorically, as the data on the trajectory told her that once again, its target was their engines. It appeared to be attempting to chase them off, but it that was the case, why try to disable them? "I want all available power to impulse. Helm, keep going, we're retreating. Evasive pattern of your choice." Until she had a better idea of what they were dealing with, their options were extremely limited. "Lieutenant Niles, it's time for a little target practise. I want two short, sharp phaser bursts, fired 500m off this thing's port bough. A warning shot."It was getting closer, closing the gap while they'd begun to limp away. =/\= "Engineering, Bridge. We need speed. How long until the Warp drive is back online?" =/\= [Ens. Syl O'Connell - USS Mac - Bridge]The hammering in her skull had just become bearable, when the ship was rocked by another pulse. Thrown forward against the helm, the pilot barely managed to brace herself to keep her head from striking the console. Her neck ached, her head throbbed, and her vision started to blur, but she wasn't going to let that stop her now. Immediately righting herself in the chair, her fingers flew across the panel, drawing power from all available sources to push the impulse engines to their max. Hearing the order for evasive maneuvers, a small smirk lifted the corner of her lips. "Fly it like I stole it... Yes, ma'am." Syl couldn't help but fall back into the memory of the only other time she had evaded a pursuer in real time. The urgency in the voices, the alarms and lights and sparks, and once again it was up to her to get them away in one piece. Her gaze focused unseeingly straight ahead, letting muscle memory and instinct take over to lessen the strain on her eyes. Hands danced across the controls, and the ship banked hard to starboard, entering a corkscrew dive back towards the planet before pulling up into a sharp climb. This was going to be a rocky ride, but it was better than being hit by another one of those pulses until they were able to actually defend against them. [ LT Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]{Spoiler} "Aye."Well, an analysis of the pulse itself might take time, especially since the computer was coming back online in fits and starts and the sensors hadn't had gotten a very good look at the initial pulse; now, though, he had turned enough of the passive sensors towards the bloody thing that if it did so much as twitch, it would be duly recorded and analyzed all right. And then, just as something else was appearing on his board, the ship shuddered again as it generated another pulse which entirely ignored their shields and struck. "No damage, shields are... no loss detected, Commander. That came in clean through as if they weren't there at all." However, this time he'd gotten something to work with and he was just about to double-check the waveforms that had been recorded when a thoroughly different order had come to him while the order to maintain evasive action had come in. His fingers flew across his board; even with the computer not entirely up to snuff, he most certainly could provide the requested firing solution; and the bloody thing getting even closer, practically on their hull for that matter, made the geometry a little tricky, but he could do it. "Firing." he reported just as a pair of lurid beams shrieked from the Mac's aft phaser banks, well-separated in space to neatly frame the satellite right off of its port bow, or at least to the port side of of its line of travel as it followed the ship. And finally, the computer spat out what he'd asked for, with regards to the pulses. The waveforms, the energy readings, frequencies and modulations, it all made sense to him; well, at least it was a good thing he'd chosen high-energy physics and wave propagation as his Science electives... "I have something on those energy pulses. Looks like some kind of covariant, high-power subspace pulse not too unlike a really high-powered communications tightbeam burst transmission, or even an active scan; but I can't tell if it's a standard operating mode or if it weaponized typically non-combat emissions... and speaking of comms, we appear to have an unauthorized channel open and pointed at that thing." [NPC - Crewman Ezra Mora - Engineering, USS Mac ] Information was constantly funneled down to Engineering. Replicator down... engineering. Flickering lights... engineering. Weird alien shit... engineering. We need warp power... engineering. Ezra personally saw nothing wrong with that at all. However, understanding that they were holding the ship together with a limited number of people, a hydrospanner and some chewing gum would be appreciated. Ezra had left the Chief to look at the weird alien crap and had taken to her former orders of dishing out assignments. After all, who was he to argue with the chief. He dispatched teams teams three and four to handle shields and weapons respectively. Team five was to see what they could do about communications, while Ezra took a crack at working on navigation. He was standing in front of a junction box and had just replaced server relay when the call from the Bridge came down. It was the Commander herself, wondering when they'd have warp power. He looked around for the Chief and didn't see her right away. Experience told him that she was busy somewhere saving their asses. Ezra closed the junction box and moved over towards one of the panels to run a diagnostic and get an estimate on how long it'd take to get warp power back online. "You should have up to Warp 3 in about five min--" Ezra said before there were a series of explosions. Sparks flew from the one of the junction boxes shortly after the entire ship rocked. Ezra had balanced himself with the panel he had been standing next to. One of the other engineers had run over and began to spray a fire depressant into the junction box. Ezra looked at the diagnostic display and sighed. "Bridge... better make that Warp 1 in twenty," Ezra droned.
[ ... Meanwhile in orbit... ] The satellite recorded the energy discharge that the ship had emitted. It also continued to receive the data from the ship. The transmission of information was slow and nigh indecipherable. However, there was one piece of useful information detected. The tips of the satellite began to glow once more, those instead of coalescing at the apex the energy did so at one of the lateral tips. There was a bright flash, and then there were two satellites, identical in size and shape, right next to one another. There was a pause, and then the second satellite increased speed and trajectory rapidly towards the ship. It passed right through the shields of the vessel unhindered. [ Deck 7, USS Mac ] The second satellite breached the hull of the ship causing a hull breach and damages between decks six and eight. On Deck seven, a silver tendril slid from the satellite and bore into the panel on one of the walls. The satellite began to make a series of noises all at once, jumbled right on top of one another. Though after several seconds, there was a single choral tone uttering one thing over and over. -8- "AsSeSsInG... aSsEsSiNg... ASseSSinG... AssESsiNG..." -8-
Tag: Felicity Ellis , Joshua Niles , Syl O'Connell , Kaya Som
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Felicity Ellis
Command
Cap'n Mum
[TI11]
Posts: 719 Likes: 59
Rank: Commander
Position: XO
Species: Human
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Jul 16, 2021 13:25:48 GMT
{Quotes: Niles, O'Connell, Mora & UFO} [Ens. Syl O'Connell - USS Mac - Bridge]The hammering in her skull had just become bearable, when the ship was rocked by another pulse. Thrown forward against the helm, the pilot barely managed to brace herself to keep her head from striking the console. Her neck ached, her head throbbed, and her vision started to blur, but she wasn't going to let that stop her now. Immediately righting herself in the chair, her fingers flew across the panel, drawing power from all available sources to push the impulse engines to their max. Hearing the order for evasive maneuvers, a small smirk lifted the corner of her lips. "Fly it like I stole it... Yes, ma'am." Syl couldn't help but fall back into the memory of the only other time she had evaded a pursuer in real time. The urgency in the voices, the alarms and lights and sparks, and once again it was up to her to get them away in one piece. Her gaze focused unseeingly straight ahead, letting muscle memory and instinct take over to lessen the strain on her eyes. Hands danced across the controls, and the ship banked hard to starboard, entering a corkscrew dive back towards the planet before pulling up into a sharp climb. This was going to be a rocky ride, but it was better than being hit by another one of those pulses until they were able to actually defend against them. [ LT Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]"Aye."Well, an analysis of the pulse itself might take time, especially since the computer was coming back online in fits and starts and the sensors hadn't had gotten a very good look at the initial pulse; now, though, he had turned enough of the passive sensors towards the bloody thing that if it did so much as twitch, it would be duly recorded and analyzed all right. And then, just as something else was appearing on his board, the ship shuddered again as it generated another pulse which entirely ignored their shields and struck. "No damage, shields are... no loss detected, Commander. That came in clean through as if they weren't there at all." However, this time he'd gotten something to work with and he was just about to double-check the waveforms that had been recorded when a thoroughly different order had come to him while the order to maintain evasive action had come in. His fingers flew across his board; even with the computer not entirely up to snuff, he most certainly could provide the requested firing solution; and the bloody thing getting even closer, practically on their hull for that matter, made the geometry a little tricky, but he could do it. "Firing." he reported just as a pair of lurid beams shrieked from the Mac's aft phaser banks, well-separated in space to neatly frame the satellite right off of its port bow, or at least to the port side of of its line of travel as it followed the ship. And finally, the computer spat out what he'd asked for, with regards to the pulses. The waveforms, the energy readings, frequencies and modulations, it all made sense to him; well, at least it was a good thing he'd chosen high-energy physics and wave propagation as his Science electives... "I have something on those energy pulses. Looks like some kind of covariant, high-power subspace pulse not too unlike a really high-powered communications tightbeam burst transmission, or even an active scan; but I can't tell if it's a standard operating mode or if it weaponized typically non-combat emissions... and speaking of comms, we appear to have an unauthorized channel open and pointed at that thing." [NPC - Crewman Ezra Mora - Engineering, USS Mac ] Information was constantly funneled down to Engineering. Replicator down... engineering. Flickering lights... engineering. Weird alien shit... engineering. We need warp power... engineering. Ezra personally saw nothing wrong with that at all. However, understanding that they were holding the ship together with a limited number of people, a hydrospanner and some chewing gum would be appreciated. Ezra had left the Chief to look at the weird alien crap and had taken to her former orders of dishing out assignments. After all, who was he to argue with the chief. He dispatched teams teams three and four to handle shields and weapons respectively. Team five was to see what they could do about communications, while Ezra took a crack at working on navigation. He was standing in front of a junction box and had just replaced server relay when the call from the Bridge came down. It was the Commander herself, wondering when they'd have warp power. He looked around for the Chief and didn't see her right away. Experience told him that she was busy somewhere saving their asses. Ezra closed the junction box and moved over towards one of the panels to run a diagnostic and get an estimate on how long it'd take to get warp power back online. "You should have up to Warp 3 in about five min--" Ezra said before there were a series of explosions. Sparks flew from the one of the junction boxes shortly after the entire ship rocked. Ezra had balanced himself with the panel he had been standing next to. One of the other engineers had run over and began to spray a fire depressant into the junction box. Ezra looked at the diagnostic display and sighed. "Bridge... better make that Warp 1 in twenty," Ezra droned.
[ ... Meanwhile in orbit... ] The satellite recorded the energy discharge that the ship had emitted. It also continued to receive the data from the ship. The transmission of information was slow and nigh indecipherable. However, there was one piece of useful information detected. The tips of the satellite began to glow once more, those instead of coalescing at the apex the energy did so at one of the lateral tips. There was a bright flash, and then there were two satellites, identical in size and shape, right next to one another. There was a pause, and then the second satellite increased speed and trajectory rapidly towards the ship. It passed right through the shields of the vessel unhindered. [ Deck 7, USS Mac ] The second satellite breached the hull of the ship causing a hull breach and damages between decks six and eight. On Deck seven, a silver tendril slid from the satellite and bore into the panel on one of the walls. The satellite began to make a series of noises all at once, jumbled right on top of one another. Though after several seconds, there was a single choral tone uttering one thing over and over. -8- "AsSeSsInG... aSsEsSiNg... ASseSSinG... AssESsiNG..." -8- [Felicity Ellis & Lieutenant Doug Dimmadome - Bridge, USS Mac]Felicity Ellis had always been a bit of a daredevil. Kayaking on the Vaal, bungee jumping in Jo'berg, camping in reserves, cliff diving... She'd grown up with the wild outdoors as her backyard, and she loved it. If asked, she might deny feeling the tell-tale thrill of chase that bubbled up within when the Mac was thrown into a corkscrew manoeuvre, but despite the gravity of the situation, she felt it all the same. If they hadn't been getting further away from their people on the planet, preparing to bolt from the threat of a satellite, she might have called "Again, again!" like a child to the pilot at the controls. It was probably a good thing that she couldn't, however, as one glance toward Ensign O'Connell would tell anyone with sight that the woman was in another zone entirely. Thus, she ignored the distinctive pull on her stomach as the ship dropped, and tuned in to the reports coming from all around her. "No recognisable languages or patterns, C-Commander," Dimmadome was reporting, his fingers busy working, one tap for every two on his console proving futile and unresponsive. Before she could even ask, the seasoned officer was adding information to Niles' report. "It's originating from Engineering," he provided, anticipating her next question. "Attempting to cut."Then Engineering themselves reported in, but it was with a voice Felicity neither knew nor recognised. Eyes narrowed, she consulted the small console next to her seat, and requested voice analysis. The Crewman's details populated the screen following a painful delay of 2-3 seconds. She had every faith in the handpicked teams within each department, but it was unusual for a crewman to be responding to calls from the Bridge. She hoped there'd been no casualties. At that possibility, her mind wandered to the young Petty Officer in Sickbay, who would be feeling very lonely without the company of Dr. Hunt and Left Ear. It was clear that she needed to put some distance between them and the planet until they could figure out how to get this object to stand down. That meant she'd need a lot more power, and sooner than five minutes... And then in typical fashion it was less power, in more time. She grimaced, her jaw clenched. =/\= "Keep me updated, Crewman. The second you can give us Warp 1, we need to -" =/\= The order was broken by blare of the automatic Red Alert klaxons. "Breach!"Surely not!? With an expression of disbelief, she consulted her console again, not waiting for departments to report in this time. "Deck 7. It's attached itself somehow - came straight through our shields like they were nothing." She looked up and turned her face toward Tactical I. The cacophony of the alarms had muted to background noise, the panels glowing like a red pulse on the walls around them. "Lieutenant, you're up. Take a team, liaise with Engineering."Then, not breaking stride, she turned her attention forward again. "Helm, stand down evasive manoeuvres. It has caught us, there's nothing to evade." Then she stood and moved closer to where the young pilot was seated. "Tell me, Ensign, how familiar are you with Lieutenant O'Leary's Hornet Project?"Felicity had no idea how much the Flight Chief had shared about her spatial drone program with her most recent recruit; but she had a feeling that this might be the perfect time to trial it.
Tags: Joshua Niles , Syl O'Connell , Isaiah Quinn (Ezra), Kaya Som
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Felicity Ellis
Command
Cap'n Mum
[TI11]
Posts: 719 Likes: 59
Rank: Commander
Position: XO
Species: Human
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Jul 16, 2021 13:42:28 GMT
[Petty Officer Kellen Gates - Main Sickbay, Deck 7]Kellen Gates always enjoyed being alone with his thoughts. He had many of them, and sometimes with too many people around it was hard to put them in order. There were ideas for further consideration, errant notions that he could dismiss out of hand, and important reminders that he needed to keep to the forefront of his mind. His personal calendar was a beautiful mess that nobody but he could decipher. And so, when Dr. Interrupter and Left Ear to-Enya had left for the away mission, he hadn't minded staying behind too much as it was an opportunity to be alone with his thinkings. He was, of course, very curious as to what might be down there, but he understood that he couldn't go to all of the interesting places, all of the time. That would be greedy. Gatesy didn't mind doing inventory, either. Especially when it was quiet and there was no Kece distracting him with his off-key humming, or randomly breaking full-voice into an Italian aria. Those sounds were even worse than the shudders the ship was experiencing every now and then. He ignored those; if there was a problem he was fairly sure he'd be told about it immediately. He was thinking those very thoughts when a strange silver flash almost blinded him. He shielded his eyes, dropping his PADD in the process, and tried to re-orient himself. The bright light had dissipated almost as quickly as it had appeared, but the door to Sickbay proper had slid open. Gatesy blinked against the bright spots in his vision and stared into the corridor beyond. There was nobody in the doorway, but it was bright out there, brighter than usual. Armed with nothing but his curiosity, the young Petty Officer stepped out into the passageway. =/\= "Uhh... Security?" =/\= His hand had automatically tapped his commbadge, and his brain had yet to catch up. =/\= "There's something wrong on Deck 7." =/\=
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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 Jul 17, 2021 2:39:42 GMT
[Ens. Syl O'Connell - USS Mac - Bridge]The pilot's attention was caught by a flickering on her screen, and she glanced down to see a second red dot closing in on their position. Cursing under her breath, she banked the ship to port, hoping the interceptor would miss them. She had barely executed the course change, however, whenever the ship rocked violently and the alarms sounded. Hearing the confirmation of a hull breach, she eased the ship into an all stop, knowing the possibility of movement ripping the hull apart. At the Commander's order, Syl shook her head. "No they didn't, ma'am." She pointed at her screen, where the first red dot was still several kilometers behind them. "The second one came out of nowhere." And it had moved in fast. When questioned about a Hornet Project, she thought for a moment before shaking her head and looking over her shoulder. Her vision was slightly unfocused as the flashing red lights made her head throb in unison, but she made sure she was at least looking at the Commander. "I don't recall hearing about it, ma'am." It wasn't surprising, though. Given the Ensign's extended relief from duty, and Flight Chief's chronic drinking, Syl was certain there was quite a bit she hadn't been informed of. Though now was definitely not the time to complain about being left in the dark. Tag Felicity Ellis [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - Mystery Planet]Between the Cadet's claws, and the Ensign's phaser, the plant - it really was a plant, right? - finally let go of Commander Quinn. Releasing the other man, Cerjess scrambled to his feet once more, giving a breathless nod of acknowledgement as Isaiah clasped his shoulder in a silent thanks. Listening to the explanation about it being the same type of plant found on Kerelia, the Trill took back his earlier thoughts. That didn't sound like such an amusing story after all. At the order to gather their belongings, he looked apprehensively at where he had dropped his pack... too close to one of the man-eating plants for his liking. He wasn't about to leave it behind though, so he quickly lunged forward, grabbed the strap, and lunged back to safety - narrowly missing a tendril that had lashed for his ankle again. Suppressing a shudder, he followed the others the rest of the way to the rendezvous point. Another chill swept through him as they came to the obelisk. The mysteries only continued, and he was losing his desire to figure them out with each strange thing they saw. Looking around the area, he scowled at the sight of the water bottle, and knelt to pick it up. "No dust. This was left by the other team." So where were they? Examining the ground around the bottle carefully, he was able to make out footprints, but it certainly didn't look like there had been a struggle of any kind. Nor did it look like the prints continued on. They just stopped, like the other team had just vanished. Or been transported away. "Maybe the Mac pulled them out already?" Cerjess prayed that was the answer.
Tag Isaiah Quinn Left Ear to-Ennien Rin Zakir
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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 Jul 17, 2021 4:03:36 GMT
[ LT Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]{Quoted Posts} [NPC - Crewman Ezra Mora - Engineering, USS Mac ] Information was constantly funneled down to Engineering. Replicator down... engineering. Flickering lights... engineering. Weird alien shit... engineering. We need warp power... engineering. Ezra personally saw nothing wrong with that at all. However, understanding that they were holding the ship together with a limited number of people, a hydrospanner and some chewing gum would be appreciated. Ezra had left the Chief to look at the weird alien crap and had taken to her former orders of dishing out assignments. After all, who was he to argue with the chief. He dispatched teams teams three and four to handle shields and weapons respectively. Team five was to see what they could do about communications, while Ezra took a crack at working on navigation. He was standing in front of a junction box and had just replaced server relay when the call from the Bridge came down. It was the Commander herself, wondering when they'd have warp power. He looked around for the Chief and didn't see her right away. Experience told him that she was busy somewhere saving their asses. Ezra closed the junction box and moved over towards one of the panels to run a diagnostic and get an estimate on how long it'd take to get warp power back online. "You should have up to Warp 3 in about five min--" Ezra said before there were a series of explosions. Sparks flew from the one of the junction boxes shortly after the entire ship rocked. Ezra had balanced himself with the panel he had been standing next to. One of the other engineers had run over and began to spray a fire depressant into the junction box. Ezra looked at the diagnostic display and sighed. "Bridge... better make that Warp 1 in twenty," Ezra droned.
[ ... Meanwhile in orbit... ] The satellite recorded the energy discharge that the ship had emitted. It also continued to receive the data from the ship. The transmission of information was slow and nigh indecipherable. However, there was one piece of useful information detected. The tips of the satellite began to glow once more, those instead of coalescing at the apex the energy did so at one of the lateral tips. There was a bright flash, and then there were two satellites, identical in size and shape, right next to one another. There was a pause, and then the second satellite increased speed and trajectory rapidly towards the ship. It passed right through the shields of the vessel unhindered. [ Deck 7, USS Mac ] The second satellite breached the hull of the ship causing a hull breach and damages between decks six and eight. On Deck seven, a silver tendril slid from the satellite and bore into the panel on one of the walls. The satellite began to make a series of noises all at once, jumbled right on top of one another. Though after several seconds, there was a single choral tone uttering one thing over and over. -8- "AsSeSsInG... aSsEsSiNg... ASseSSinG... AssESsiNG..." -8-
Tag: Felicity Ellis , Joshua Niles , Syl O'Connell , Kaya Som [Felicity Ellis & Lieutenant Doug Dimmadome - Bridge, USS Mac]Felicity Ellis had always been a bit of a daredevil. Kayaking on the Vaal, bungee jumping in Jo'berg, camping in reserves, cliff diving... She'd grown up with the wild outdoors as her backyard, and she loved it. If asked, she might deny feeling the tell-tale thrill of chase that bubbled up within when the Mac was thrown into a corkscrew manoeuvre, but despite the gravity of the situation, she felt it all the same. If they hadn't been getting further away from their people on the planet, preparing to bolt from the threat of a satellite, she might have called "Again, again!" like a child to the pilot at the controls. It was probably a good thing that she couldn't, however, as one glance toward Ensign O'Connell would tell anyone with sight that the woman was in another zone entirely. Thus, she ignored the distinctive pull on her stomach as the ship dropped, and tuned in to the reports coming from all around her. "No recognisable languages or patterns, C-Commander," Dimmadome was reporting, his fingers busy working, one tap for every two on his console proving futile and unresponsive. Before she could even ask, the seasoned officer was adding information to Niles' report. "It's originating from Engineering," he provided, anticipating her next question. "Attempting to cut."Then Engineering themselves reported in, but it was with a voice Felicity neither knew nor recognised. Eyes narrowed, she consulted the small console next to her seat, and requested voice analysis. The Crewman's details populated the screen following a painful delay of 2-3 seconds. She had every faith in the handpicked teams within each department, but it was unusual for a crewman to be responding to calls from the Bridge. She hoped there'd been no casualties. At that possibility, her mind wandered to the young Petty Officer in Sickbay, who would be feeling very lonely without the company of Dr. Hunt and Left Ear. It was clear that she needed to put some distance between them and the planet until they could figure out how to get this object to stand down. That meant she'd need a lot more power, and sooner than five minutes... And then in typical fashion it was less power, in more time. She grimaced, her jaw clenched. =/\= "Keep me updated, Crewman. The second you can give us Warp 1, we need to -" =/\= The order was broken by blare of the automatic Red Alert klaxons. "Breach!"Surely not!? With an expression of disbelief, she consulted her console again, not waiting for departments to report in this time. "Deck 7. It's attached itself somehow - came straight through our shields like they were nothing." She looked up and turned her face toward Tactical I. The cacophony of the alarms had muted to background noise, the panels glowing like a red pulse on the walls around them. "Lieutenant, you're up. Take a team, liaise with Engineering."Then, not breaking stride, she turned her attention forward again. "Helm, stand down evasive manoeuvres. It has caught us, there's nothing to evade." Then she stood and moved closer to where the young pilot was seated. "Tell me, Ensign, how familiar are you with Lieutenant O'Leary's Hornet Project?"Felicity had no idea how much the Flight Chief had shared about her spatial drone program with her most recent recruit; but she had a feeling that this might be the perfect time to trial it.
Tags: Joshua Niles , Syl O'Connell , Isaiah Quinn (Ezra), Kaya Som [Petty Officer Kellen Gates - Main Sickbay, Deck 7]Kellen Gates always enjoyed being alone with his thoughts. He had many of them, and sometimes with too many people around it was hard to put them in order. There were ideas for further consideration, errant notions that he could dismiss out of hand, and important reminders that he needed to keep to the forefront of his mind. His personal calendar was a beautiful mess that nobody but he could decipher. And so, when Dr. Interrupter and Left Ear to-Enya had left for the away mission, he hadn't minded staying behind too much as it was an opportunity to be alone with his thinkings. He was, of course, very curious as to what might be down there, but he understood that he couldn't go to all of the interesting places, all of the time. That would be greedy. Gatesy didn't mind doing inventory, either. Especially when it was quiet and there was no Kece distracting him with his off-key humming, or randomly breaking full-voice into an Italian aria. Those sounds were even worse than the shudders the ship was experiencing every now and then. He ignored those; if there was a problem he was fairly sure he'd be told about it immediately. He was thinking those very thoughts when a strange silver flash almost blinded him. He shielded his eyes, dropping his PADD in the process, and tried to re-orient himself. The bright light had dissipated almost as quickly as it had appeared, but the door to Sickbay proper had slid open. Gatesy blinked against the bright spots in his vision and stared into the corridor beyond. There was nobody in the doorway, but it was bright out there, brighter than usual. Armed with nothing but his curiosity, the young Petty Officer stepped out into the passageway. =/\= "Uhh... Security?" =/\= His hand had automatically tapped his commbadge, and his brain had yet to catch up. =/\= "There's something wrong on Deck 7." =/\=
Tag: Security, Joshua Niles [Ens. Syl O'Connell - USS Mac - Bridge]The pilot's attention was caught by a flickering on her screen, and she glanced down to see a second red dot closing in on their position. Cursing under her breath, she banked the ship to port, hoping the interceptor would miss them. She had barely executed the course change, however, whenever the ship rocked violently and the alarms sounded. Hearing the confirmation of a hull breach, she eased the ship into an all stop, knowing the possibility of movement ripping the hull apart. At the Commander's order, Syl shook her head. "No they didn't, ma'am." She pointed at her screen, where the first red dot was still several kilometers behind them. "The second one came out of nowhere." And it had moved in fast. When questioned about a Hornet Project, she thought for a moment before shaking her head and looking over her shoulder. Her vision was slightly unfocused as the flashing red lights made her head throb in unison, but she made sure she was at least looking at the Commander. "I don't recall hearing about it, ma'am." It wasn't surprising, though. Given the Ensign's extended relief from duty, and Flight Chief's chronic drinking, Syl was certain there was quite a bit she hadn't been informed of. Though now was definitely not the time to complain about being left in the dark. Tag Felicity Ellis With his recognition of the energy pulses, Niles was ready to reveal what he'd come up as a possible defence against further use of such a technique, but instead of reporting that, instead two words escaped his lips as an entirely different energy reading came up and sparked immediate recognition, despite being, well, just about impossible. "What the..." But he never finished his sentence as the second satellite, coming out of absolutely nowhere despite an energy pattern not unlike that of a transporter or replicator, accelerated suddenly; and at that short a range, there was nothing he could do, not even call for bracing for impact when it suddenly accelerated. In fact, he'd not even had the time to register the velocity change by the time the impact happened and the Red Alert alarms blared. "Structural integrity fields are up! All personnel accounted for!" he managed to report over the din of the klaxon; at least there was that: no chain of explosive decompressions, and no one got blown out into space. But, the order that came next, he almost made strangled noise. He was expected to go out there and deal with... whatever that was? He was tempted to suggest sending someone else, but he knew the sword of Damocles hanging over his head one way or the other. Well, he might not be the best choice to deal with this and he had no idea just how stringent the standards of 'success' he was being held to; but if he was going to hang, better be hung for a sheep than for a lamb. "Aye. In the meantime, recommend we clear all of Deck 7 and the all sections aft of midway on Decks 6 and 8 of all absolutely non-essential personnel."Once he spoke, he withdrew a tricorder and phaser from the Bridge small arms locker, and finally made for the turbolift door, tapping his commbadge on the way. =A= "Niles to Security and Engineering; I need counter-boarding and damage control parties to meet me on Deck 7, Turbolift 4."=A= Though, while on the way down to meet the teams he'd called for, his commbadge chirped again, a call redirected to him from the Security offices. =A= "This is Lieutenant Niles. First, who is this? Second, there will be teams on the way shortly; in the meantime, tell me what you're looking at."=A= First-hand information, that certainly could become very handy all right.
Tags Felicity Ellis Kaya Som Isaiah QuinnSoft Syl O'Connell
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Felicity Ellis
Command
Cap'n Mum
[TI11]
Posts: 719 Likes: 59
Rank: Commander
Position: XO
Species: Human
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Jul 17, 2021 10:57:03 GMT
{Quotes - O'Connell, Niles} [Ens. Syl O'Connell - USS Mac - Bridge]The pilot's attention was caught by a flickering on her screen, and she glanced down to see a second red dot closing in on their position. Cursing under her breath, she banked the ship to port, hoping the interceptor would miss them. She had barely executed the course change, however, whenever the ship rocked violently and the alarms sounded. Hearing the confirmation of a hull breach, she eased the ship into an all stop, knowing the possibility of movement ripping the hull apart. At the Commander's order, Syl shook her head. "No they didn't, ma'am." She pointed at her screen, where the first red dot was still several kilometers behind them. "The second one came out of nowhere." And it had moved in fast. When questioned about a Hornet Project, she thought for a moment before shaking her head and looking over her shoulder. Her vision was slightly unfocused as the flashing red lights made her head throb in unison, but she made sure she was at least looking at the Commander. "I don't recall hearing about it, ma'am." It wasn't surprising, though. Given the Ensign's extended relief from duty, and Flight Chief's chronic drinking, Syl was certain there was quite a bit she hadn't been informed of. Though now was definitely not the time to complain about being left in the dark. [ LT Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]With his recognition of the energy pulses, Niles was ready to reveal what he'd come up as a possible defence against further use of such a technique, but instead of reporting that, instead two words escaped his lips as an entirely different energy reading came up and sparked immediate recognition, despite being, well, just about impossible. "What the..." But he never finished his sentence as the second satellite, coming out of absolutely nowhere despite an energy pattern not unlike that of a transporter or replicator, accelerated suddenly; and at that short a range, there was nothing he could do, not even call for bracing for impact when it suddenly accelerated. In fact, he'd not even had the time to register the velocity change by the time the impact happened and the Red Alert alarms blared. "Structural integrity fields are up! All personnel accounted for!" he managed to report over the din of the klaxon; at least there was that: no chain of explosive decompressions, and no one got blown out into space. But, the order that came next, he almost made strangled noise. He was expected to go out there and deal with... whatever that was? He was tempted to suggest sending someone else, but he knew the sword of Damocles hanging over his head one way or the other. Well, he might not be the best choice to deal with this and he had no idea just how stringent the standards of 'success' he was being held to; but if he was going to hang, better be hung for a sheep than for a lamb. "Aye. In the meantime, recommend we clear all of Deck 7 and the all sections aft of midway on Decks 6 and 8 of all absolutely non-essential personnel."Once he spoke, he withdrew a tricorder and phaser from the Bridge small arms locker, and finally made for the turbolift door, tapping his commbadge on the way. =A= "Niles to Security and Engineering; I need counter-boarding and damage control parties to meet me on Deck 7, Turbolift 4."=A= Though, while on the way down to meet the teams he'd called for, his commbadge chirped again, a call redirected to him from the Security offices. =A= "This is Lieutenant Niles. First, who is this? Second, there will be teams on the way shortly; in the meantime, tell me what you're looking at."=A= First-hand information, that certainly could become very handy all right. [Felicity Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]"Already on it," Dimmadome called out following Niles' recommendation. Felicity nodded, then turned back toward the helm, relieved that Niles hadn't complained about being asked to deal with a Security issue. You know - his job. Having read all of Thea's and Judy's mission reports regarding his performance over the last year, she'd been expecting problems. Thankfully, he seemed to be keeping any notions he might have to himself. Felicity arched a brow at the pilot's correction, then glanced at her screen. There was indeed now two satellites, one attached to them, another still some two kilometres in their wake. That alone was enough to tell them that the objects had them beaten for speed. Upon learning that O'Connell had no idea about O'Leary's project, Felicity managed to stifle an impatient sigh. She shouldn't be surprised, really; Niamh had not been performing to standard at all recently. Her approach had always been unorthodox, but the Flight Chief's decline had become sharp since they'd relocated to Front Ear. That was another discussion she'd have to have with the Captains when she returned. "She designed some drones, ostensibly to assist with manual hull repairs, maintenance, that kind of thing. Naturally, it evolved into something else entirely, and we now have a wing of four 'hornet' small-space craft with some defensive capabilities. I was hoping their first use would be for exploration, but I'll settle for getting up close and personal with our little passenger."She returned to her seat, pulled her console closer and began to tap out a few commands. =/\= "Computer, transfer launch control of PROJECT HORNET to Ensign O'Connell, and add her to the admin group. Authorisation ELLIS ONE-DELTA-TWO-TWO." =/\= Once the chirp sounded to let them know that task had been completed, she returned her attention to the pilot. "Take a few minutes to familiarise yourself with the protocols, and then you'll need to give yourself a little crash course on their handling."
Tag: Syl O'Connell *** [Petty Officer Kellen Gates - Outside Main Sickbay, Deck 7]=/\= "This is Petty Officer 2nd Class Kellen Gates, Medical." =/\= He answered, reeling off his name in a flat drone. =/\= "I'm outside Sickbay. I saw a flashing, silver light, so I followed it. You know, like all of those morons in the horror holonovels." =/\= Kellen Gates never did things like this when he was in the holodeck. Why was that? Perhaps because he always expected things to go wrong in holoprograms; that was what comprised a good story: things going wrong. Then the people had to work to fix the things that had gone wrong, and so they usually took some kind of tool or sometimes, even a weapon, with them. All Gatesy had was his standard belt that had a hypospray and his medical tricorder attached to it. =/\= "Have you ever seen necrotic tissue, Lieutenant Niles?" His voice took on the far away tone of someone distracted or deep in thought. He stepped closer toward the wall, his eyes searching, studying. "There's the site of infection, then black tendrils of it reach outward, like branches of a tree, weakening and then killing the organic life around it. That's what it looks like.""And it's talking, sir." =/\=
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Kaya Som
Engineering/Ops
Site Historian
Yaya! You have survived! That's too bad!
Posts: 804 Likes: 108
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Engineering
Species: Trill
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Post by Kaya Som on Jul 17, 2021 15:41:11 GMT
{quoted posts} [...] More and more, it seemed as if Kaya's analogy of the Mac taking a solar flare in the face was rather appropriate. "I'll be damned. Chief, I think you need to see this." "The subroutines in several of our databanks is being... rewritten with this," Ezra stated. The engineer shrugged. "I think we got hacked during that flash bang. It hijacked our communications network and is using it actively transmit to the contents of our databanks right now. 7.1% and counting."[...] [...] =/\= "Engineering, Bridge. We need speed. How long until the Warp drive is back online?" =/\= [...] [...]"You should have up to Warp 3 in about five min--" Ezra said before there were a series of explosions. Sparks flew from the one of the junction boxes shortly after the entire ship rocked. Ezra had balanced himself with the panel he had been standing next to. One of the other engineers had run over and began to spray a fire depressant into the junction box. Ezra looked at the diagnostic display and sighed. "Bridge... better make that Warp 1 in twenty," Ezra droned. [...]=A="Niles to Security and Engineering; I need counter-boarding and damage control parties to meet me on Deck 7, Turbolift 4."=A=[...] [ SCPO Kaya Som | Engineering ]The Chief of Engineering was crawled halfway into one of the warp core's three redundant force field regulators. There was so much going on that the chief's place ought to be coordinating the absolute kashi-kishi of failing and vulnerable systems - but instead she prioritized getting warp engines back online. She was vaguely aware of Mora breaking protocol and liaising with the Bridge on Engineering's behalf, but Som was more occupied yelling frustrated orders at other Engineers who were, in turn, thrown off by the difference in leadership. From cool and collected Chief Ozu to unfiltered and inexperienced Chief Som. "Chief! But it's not stopping ...!" came the aggravated response of one of the ensigns trying to follow Som's orders, the one she'd set to stopping the unauthorized communication channel. Kaya pulled herself out from under the panel and all but thrust the isolinear regulator into his hand. "What's the point of you!" Kaya barked. "Be useful!" Then more fireworks! Elders save them! Kaya saw someone leap back from a smoldering relay and cradle over a burned hand. "Someone get a med kit! EnsignBellostofi - do a med check." But now Niles was chatting them up from the Bridge. "What did he say?" she asked of Yande even as Kaya tried to assess the hijacked communications channel. She'd never seen anything like it. It was an absolute flood, torrenting past any safeguards. Yande repeated Lieutenant Niles' orders. "Something's breached the hull on Deck 7 - they need damage control."When had that happened! "Mora!" Kaya yelled for the older crewman. Not immediately finding him Kaya tried again. " MORA!" Kaya slapped her comm badge and returned Niles' message. "Bridge, acknowledged. Working on it. Som out." 'Som out'? They were late on warp, it was their communications that were compromised, and now their damage control teams had been too early deployed and scattered over the ship. Som out, indeed. In the minutes that followed Kaya managed to get Engineering mostly under control with Hugo's help now that her head was out from under a console. Only minor injuries were sustained in the Department, a damage control team got quickly deployed and finally the right people were put on the warp core repair. And finally, Kaya had a chance to look at the bizarre data flowing in and out of Engineering's central channel. "Engineering to Bridge. Captain Ellis, the comm channel breach looks like a data siphon. The object is accessing all databanks simultaneously bypassing any taxonomic architecture to dump everything at once. I thought it was an attack, but it's been one-way since the initial entrance. Captain, it's learning. Everything. Should attempt to block?" Felicity Ellis, Joshua Niles, Isaiah Quinn
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Left Ear to-Ennien
Medical
Posts: 229 Likes: 3
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Cadet/civilian healer
Species: Sivaoan
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Post by Left Ear to-Ennien on Jul 17, 2021 17:08:55 GMT
[ Cadet Left Ear to-Ennien - Western Path --> Rendezvous Point] The carnivorous plant went limp in her grip, and Left Ear sighed with relief, released the stalk from her tail and pulled her claws from the tendrils. She stretched and dipped her head to acknowledge Quinn's thanks, turning to follow as he headed down the trail. The Sivaoan couldn't help glancing over her shoulder every few steps to check that the plants weren't sending tendrils after them again. When they reached the spot where they were supposed to meet the other team, Cerjess picked up a canteen that had belonged to one of the others. Left Ear flared her nostrils and nodded her agreement with the scientist's assessment. ' They were definitely here,', she confirmed. ' Recently. But wouldn't the ship have let Commander Quinn know if they were transporting the other team up?' Left Ear stepped close to the obelisk, careful not to even let her fur brush it. ' S'Riia touched this here,' she said, pointing to the symbol. Tag Rin Zakir, Isaiah Quinn, Syl O'Connell
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Rin Zakir
Security & Tactical
[TI21]
Posts: 112 Likes: 5
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Security & Tactical
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Post by Rin Zakir on Jul 17, 2021 21:18:00 GMT
[ Ensign Rin Zakir - Planetoid Cavern, Western Path] Zakir also sighed with relief, as everyone now seemed to be clear of becoming plant food. He nodded back to Quinn, holstering his phaser as the lieutenant commander caught his breath. "That was fun.", he muttered sarcastically as he listened to Quinn's assessment. exactly like one on Kerelia? What was a plant from Kerelia doing in a place like this? Had it been deliberately planted by someone? Whatever the case, he hoped that the specimen that had almost eaten a counsellor had been confiscated and dealt with appropriately. He made sure he had everything that he had brought with, keeping a close eye and a hand on his phaser as Cerjess retrieved his own kit from. A little too close to the man eating plant there, but thankfully he was quick enough to avoid a new emergency. Taking the rear as they exited the area, Zak made his way more toward the front of the group only when the deadly plant was no longer in sight.
[Planetoid Cavern - Rendezvous Point] Arriving at the rendezvous point, he was surprised that the other team hadn't been here waiting for them. Unless they had run into their own kind of trouble, but then it became clear that they had actually been here not too long ago. Bending on one knee next to Cerjess, he agreed that the canister had to have been left within the last few minutes (or that would be his estimate). "No sign of a struggle and only footprints leading in, not out", he added thoughtfully. He shared the same hope as the lieutenant, but unfortunately not his optimism. Neither did Ennien, whose further insight was more than welcome. "Communications are down, so usually that means no transporters either. Otherwise, wouldn't they have pulled us as soon as they couldn't get in touch?", he surmised. No, something else had happened. Something like the glowing obelisk that had apparently been touched by S'Riia. Wasn't one of the first things they learned not to touch things that glowed or otherwise looked suspicious? "Careful, cadet", he warned he sivaon, although it seemed that she was already keeping her wits about her. Tag Isaiah Quinn , Syl O'Connell (Cerjess Miren) and Left Ear to-Ennien
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Isaiah Quinn
Science
[TI36]
Posts: 1,153 Likes: 57
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief Science Officer
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Post by Isaiah Quinn on Jul 18, 2021 1:01:35 GMT
{Quoted Posts} {Spoiler}[Felicity Ellis & Lieutenant Doug Dimmadome - Bridge, USS Mac]
[...] "No recognisable languages or patterns, C-Commander," Dimmadome was reporting, his fingers busy working, one tap for every two on his console proving futile and unresponsive. Before she could even ask, the seasoned officer was adding information to Niles' report. "It's originating from Engineering," he provided, anticipating her next question. "Attempting to cut."Then Engineering themselves reported in, but it was with a voice Felicity neither knew nor recognised. Eyes narrowed, she consulted the small console next to her seat, and requested voice analysis. The Crewman's details populated the screen following a painful delay of 2-3 seconds. She had every faith in the handpicked teams within each department, but it was unusual for a crewman to be responding to calls from the Bridge. She hoped there'd been no casualties. At that possibility, her mind wandered to the young Petty Officer in Sickbay, who would be feeling very lonely without the company of Dr. Hunt and Left Ear. It was clear that she needed to put some distance between them and the planet until they could figure out how to get this object to stand down. That meant she'd need a lot more power, and sooner than five minutes... And then in typical fashion it was less power, in more time. She grimaced, her jaw clenched. =/\= "Keep me updated, Crewman. The second you can give us Warp 1, we need to -" =/\= The order was broken by blare of the automatic Red Alert klaxons. "Breach!"Surely not!? With an expression of disbelief, she consulted her console again, not waiting for departments to report in this time. "Deck 7. It's attached itself somehow - came straight through our shields like they were nothing." She looked up and turned her face toward Tactical I. The cacophony of the alarms had muted to background noise, the panels glowing like a red pulse on the walls around them. "Lieutenant, you're up. Take a team, liaise with Engineering."Then, not breaking stride, she turned her attention forward again. "Helm, stand down evasive manoeuvres. It has caught us, there's nothing to evade." Then she stood and moved closer to where the young pilot was seated. "Tell me, Ensign, how familiar are you with Lieutenant O'Leary's Hornet Project?"Felicity had no idea how much the Flight Chief had shared about her spatial drone program with her most recent recruit; but she had a feeling that this might be the perfect time to trial it. [Petty Officer Kellen Gates - Main Sickbay, Deck 7][...] Armed with nothing but his curiosity, the young Petty Officer stepped out into the passageway. =/\= "Uhh... Security?" =/\= His hand had automatically tapped his commbadge, and his brain had yet to catch up. =/\= "There's something wrong on Deck 7." =/\= [Ens. Syl O'Connell - USS Mac - Bridge]The pilot's attention was caught by a flickering on her screen, and she glanced down to see a second red dot closing in on their position. Cursing under her breath, she banked the ship to port, hoping the interceptor would miss them. She had barely executed the course change, however, whenever the ship rocked violently and the alarms sounded. Hearing the confirmation of a hull breach, she eased the ship into an all stop, knowing the possibility of movement ripping the hull apart. At the Commander's order, Syl shook her head. "No they didn't, ma'am." She pointed at her screen, where the first red dot was still several kilometers behind them. "The second one came out of nowhere." And it had moved in fast. When questioned about a Hornet Project, she thought for a moment before shaking her head and looking over her shoulder. Her vision was slightly unfocused as the flashing red lights made her head throb in unison, but she made sure she was at least looking at the Commander. "I don't recall hearing about it, ma'am." It wasn't surprising, though. Given the Ensign's extended relief from duty, and Flight Chief's chronic drinking, Syl was certain there was quite a bit she hadn't been informed of. Though now was definitely not the time to complain about being left in the dark. [ LT Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]{Spoiler}With his recognition of the energy pulses, Niles was ready to reveal what he'd come up as a possible defence against further use of such a technique, but instead of reporting that, instead two words escaped his lips as an entirely different energy reading came up and sparked immediate recognition, despite being, well, just about impossible. "What the..."
But he never finished his sentence as the second satellite, coming out of absolutely nowhere despite an energy pattern not unlike that of a transporter or replicator, accelerated suddenly; and at that short a range, there was nothing he could do, not even call for bracing for impact when it suddenly accelerated. In fact, he'd not even had the time to register the velocity change by the time the impact happened and the Red Alert alarms blared. "Structural integrity fields are up! All personnel accounted for!" he managed to report over the din of the klaxon; at least there was that: no chain of explosive decompressions, and no one got blown out into space. But, the order that came next, he almost made strangled noise. He was expected to go out there and deal with... whatever that was? He was tempted to suggest sending someone else, but he knew the sword of Damocles hanging over his head one way or the other. Well, he might not be the best choice to deal with this and he had no idea just how stringent the standards of 'success' he was being held to; but if he was going to hang, better be hung for a sheep than for a lamb. "Aye. In the meantime, recommend we clear all of Deck 7 and the all sections aft of midway on Decks 6 and 8 of all absolutely non-essential personnel."Once he spoke, he withdrew a tricorder and phaser from the Bridge small arms locker, and finally made for the turbolift door, tapping his commbadge on the way. =A= "Niles to Security and Engineering; I need counter-boarding and damage control parties to meet me on Deck 7, Turbolift 4."=A= Though, while on the way down to meet the teams he'd called for, his commbadge chirped again, a call redirected to him from the Security offices. =A= "This is Lieutenant Niles. First, who is this? Second, there will be teams on the way shortly; in the meantime, tell me what you're looking at."=A= First-hand information, that certainly could become very handy all right. {Spoiler}[Felicity Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]
"Already on it," Dimmadome called out following Niles' recommendation. Felicity nodded, then turned back toward the helm, relieved that Niles hadn't complained about being asked to deal with a Security issue. You know - his job. Having read all of Thea's and Judy's mission reports regarding his performance over the last year, she'd been expecting problems. Thankfully, he seemed to be keeping any notions he might have to himself. "She designed some drones, ostensibly to assist with manual hull repairs, maintenance, that kind of thing. Naturally, it evolved into something else entirely, and we now have a wing of four 'hornet' small-space craft with some defensive capabilities. I was hoping their first use would be for exploration, but I'll settle for getting up close and personal with our little passenger."She returned to her seat, pulled her console closer and began to tap out a few commands. =/\= "Computer, transfer launch control of PROJECT HORNET to Ensign O'Connell, and add her to the admin group. Authorisation ELLIS ONE-DELTA-TWO-TWO." =/\= Once the chirp sounded to let them know that task had been completed, she returned her attention to the pilot. "Take a few minutes to familiarise yourself with the protocols, and then you'll need to give yourself a little crash course on their handling."
*** [Petty Officer Kellen Gates - Outside Main Sickbay, Deck 7]=/\= "This is Petty Officer 2nd Class Kellen Gates, Medical." =/\= He answered, reeling off his name in a flat drone. =/\= "I'm outside Sickbay. I saw a flashing, silver light, so I followed it. You know, like all of those morons in the horror holonovels." =/\= Kellen Gates never did things like this when he was in the holodeck. Why was that? Perhaps because he always expected things to go wrong in holoprograms; that was what comprised a good story: things going wrong. Then the people had to work to fix the things that had gone wrong, and so they usually took some kind of tool or sometimes, even a weapon, with them. All Gatesy had was his standard belt that had a hypospray and his medical tricorder attached to it. =/\= "Have you ever seen necrotic tissue, Lieutenant Niles?" His voice took on the far away tone of someone distracted or deep in thought. He stepped closer toward the wall, his eyes searching, studying. "There's the site of infection, then black tendrils of it reach outward, like branches of a tree, weakening and then killing the organic life around it. That's what it looks like.""And it's talking, sir." =/\= {Spoiler}[ SCPO Kaya Som | Engineering ]
The Chief of Engineering was crawled halfway into one of the warp core's three redundant force field regulators. There was so much going on that the chief's place ought to be coordinating the absolute kashi-kishi of failing and vulnerable systems - but instead she prioritized getting warp engines back online. She was vaguely aware of Mora breaking protocol and liaising with the Bridge on Engineering's behalf, but Som was more occupied yelling frustrated orders at other Engineers who were, in turn, thrown off by the difference in leadership. From cool and collected Chief Ozu to unfiltered and inexperienced Chief Som. "Chief! But it's not stopping ...!" came the aggravated response of one of the ensigns trying to follow Som's orders, the one she'd set to stopping the unauthorized communication channel. Kaya pulled herself out from under the panel and all but thrust the isolinear regulator into his hand. "What's the point of you!" Kaya barked. "Be useful!" Then more fireworks! Elders save them! Kaya saw someone leap back from a smoldering relay and cradle over a burned hand. "Someone get a med kit! EnsignBellostofi - do a med check." But now Niles was chatting them up from the Bridge. "What did he say?" she asked of Yande even as Kaya tried to assess the hijacked communications channel. She'd never seen anything like it. It was an absolute flood, torrenting past any safeguards. Yande repeated Lieutenant Niles' orders. "Something's breached the hull on Deck 7 - they need damage control."When had that happened! "Mora!" Kaya yelled for the older crewman. Not immediately finding him Kaya tried again. " MORA!" Kaya slapped her comm badge and returned Niles' message. "Bridge, acknowledged. Working on it. Som out." 'Som out'? They were late on warp, it was their communications that were compromised, and now their damage control teams had been too early deployed and scattered over the ship. Som out, indeed. In the minutes that followed Kaya managed to get Engineering mostly under control with Hugo's help now that her head was out from under a console. Only minor injuries were sustained in the Department, a damage control team got quickly deployed and finally the right people were put on the warp core repair. And finally, Kaya had a chance to look at the bizarre data flowing in and out of Engineering's central channel. "Engineering to Bridge. Captain Ellis, the comm channel breach looks like a data siphon. The object is accessing all databanks simultaneously bypassing any taxonomic architecture to dump everything at once. I thought it was an attack, but it's been one-way since the initial entrance. Captain, it's learning. Everything. Should attempt to block?" [NPC - Crewman Ezra Mora - Engineering, USS Mac ] Had the environmental controls shorted out? They may as well have because it felt like it was raining piss in Engineering. That's just to say there was a helluva lot going on, and it simply seemed to be piling on more and more. But Engineers didn't complain... they simply got it done. Not to mention they were all on a learning curve, but they were getting it together. Hearing his name over the cacophony of Engineering, Ezra quickly recognized the voice. "Coming, Chief!" he called back as he weaved past engineers bustling about to restore order. When he got back to the Trill engineer, she was in conference with the bridge. Perhaps this was the moment he got his ass handed to him for chatting upstairs. He stood there waiting for the Chief to issue the rest of her orders, but overheard what she was sharing with the Bridge. It sounded as if the Chief had managed to make sense of that jargon that had been sent their way. And there was also reports of being breached. What the hell was this thing?
[ Meanwhile in orbit... ] The satellite held it's position as it... learned. That was their language. They also ceased their... resistance. There had been no other energy discharges and the ship had ended its elusion tactics. Apparently, they had accepted their... fate. Like all things in life, they would serve their usefulness until they ceased to be useful.
[ Meanwhile on Deck 7... ] -8- "ASSessING... assESSing... ASSEssinG... ASSesssING..." -8-The second satellite continued to siphon what it could from this mind. Much of it was intelligible, but the satellite was adapting... learning... understanding. If it could feel, it would be underwhelmed. And then, it's sensors detected something else. Something that had not been there before. A biological buoy? The display panel next to where Gates stood began to illuminate. However, the orange display distorted until it was in the shape of a face... Gates' face. It stared in the direction of the medic, and it began to 'talk.' Not directly, but by accessing the local sound delivery mechanism... another crude and inefficient means of communication. Still, perhaps it was what this ship would understand. It sought the words that it had sent initially: "IdEnnnTiiFyyy... SeeellllF."A stray metallic tendril lowered itself from the second satellite and began to slither across the ship's floor almost like a serpent in the Gates' direction.
Tag: Felicity Ellis , Joshua Niles , Syl O'Connell , Kaya Som
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Isaiah Quinn
Science
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Post by Isaiah Quinn on Jul 18, 2021 1:26:03 GMT
{Quoted Posts} [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - Mystery Planet][...] Another chill swept through him as they came to the obelisk. The mysteries only continued, and he was losing his desire to figure them out with each strange thing they saw. Looking around the area, he scowled at the sight of the water bottle, and knelt to pick it up. "No dust. This was left by the other team." So where were they? Examining the ground around the bottle carefully, he was able to make out footprints, but it certainly didn't look like there had been a struggle of any kind. Nor did it look like the prints continued on. They just stopped, like the other team had just vanished. Or been transported away. "Maybe the Mac pulled them out already?" Cerjess prayed that was the answer. [ Cadet Left Ear to-Ennien - Western Path --> Rendezvous Point] The carnivorous plant went limp in her grip, and Left Ear sighed with relief, released the stalk from her tail and pulled her claws from the tendrils. She stretched and dipped her head to acknowledge Quinn's thanks, turning to follow as he headed down the trail. The Sivaoan couldn't help glancing over her shoulder every few steps to check that the plants weren't sending tendrils after them again. When they reached the spot where they were supposed to meet the other team, Cerjess picked up a canteen that had belonged to one of the others. Left Ear flared her nostrils and nodded her agreement with the scientist's assessment. ' They were definitely here,', she confirmed. ' Recently. But wouldn't the ship have let Commander Quinn know if they were transporting the other team up?' Left Ear stepped close to the obelisk, careful not to even let her fur brush it. ' S'Riia touched this here,' she said, pointing to the symbol. [ Ensign Rin Zakir - Planetoid Cavern, Western Path] Zakir also sighed with relief, as everyone now seemed to be clear of becoming plant food. He nodded back to Quinn, holstering his phaser as the lieutenant commander caught his breath. "That was fun.", he muttered sarcastically as he listened to Quinn's assessment. exactly like one on Kerelia? What was a plant from Kerelia doing in a place like this? Had it been deliberately planted by someone? Whatever the case, he hoped that the specimen that had almost eaten a counsellor had been confiscated and dealt with appropriately. He made sure he had everything that he had brought with, keeping a close eye and a hand on his phaser as Cerjess retrieved his own kit from. A little too close to the man eating plant there, but thankfully he was quick enough to avoid a new emergency. Taking the rear as they exited the area, Zak made his way more toward the front of the group only when the deadly plant was no longer in sight. Planetoid Cavern - Rendezvous Point Arriving at the rendezvous point, he was surprised that the other team hadn't been here waiting for them. Unless they had run into their own kind of trouble, but then it became clear that they had actually been here not too long ago. Bending on one knee next to Cerjess, he agreed that the canister had to have been left within the last few minutes (or that would be his estimate). "No sign of a struggle and only footprints leading in, not out", he added thoughtfully. He shared the same hope as the lieutenant, but unfortunately not his optimism. Neither did Ennien, whose further insight was more than welcome. "Communications are down, so usually that means no transporters either. Otherwise, wouldn't they have pulled us as soon as they couldn't get in touch?", he surmised. No, something else had happened. Something like the glowing obelisk that had apparently been touched by S'Riia. Wasn't one of the first things they learned not to touch things that glowed or otherwise looked suspicious? "Careful, cadet", he warned he sivaon, although it seemed that she was already keeping her wits about her. [Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn Rendezvous Point, Cavern, Planetoid] Quinn's eyes followed Miren as he picked up the water bottle. A quick inspection seemed to suggest that the other team had in fact come to the rendezvous point, but they were gone now. Left Ear quickly confirmed that they had been there, by picking up their scent. The analysis continued by the away team as Ensign Rin mentioned that there were no footprints leaving the area only coming in. It certainly pointed to transporters, but as Left Ear pointed out, the Mac more than likely would have contacted Quinn before transporting anyone up... unless they didn't have a choice. "Maybe it was a transporter... just now ours," Isaiah posed. "Everyone fan out... make sure we didn't overlook anything. See if there's any evidence of a transporter being used... anyone else being here... and let's also see if we can figure out what the hell that thing S'Riia touched is."The last statement made by Left Ear didn't sound like S'Riia. She didn't just go around touching random objects on away missions. So, why had she touched this one? Isaiah removed his own tricorder and began scanning the area. Though, the blinking symbols on the obelisk certainly had his attention.
Tag: Syl O'Connell (Miren), Left Ear to-Ennien , Rin Zakir
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