Myker Vulbrix
Engineering/Ops
[TI21]
Posts: 130 Likes: 6
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Communications
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Myker Vulbrix on Sept 2, 2021 20:25:25 GMT
{Quoted Post} {Spoiler}{Quotes: [Felicity Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]They'd been ripped from warp. There weren't many things known to do that, in fact it was the first time Felicity had experienced it while in command. Her hand gripped the edge of the archway from the Ready Room, knuckles whitening with the effort of keeping herself upright as the invisible assault on the Mac continued. As soon as Rin reported that their shields were taking damage, she slipped into action mode. "Red alert."Pulled out of warp. Shields falling. Electromagnetic radiation...A voice from the helm added another symptom of this sudden sickness. Gravimetric distortions. They were without warp. Another heavy jolt knocked her off her feet completely. As quickly as she could, she crawled toward the closest console and hung on for dear life. =/\= "Engineering, Bridge! Give everything you have to Impulse." =/\= One hand over the other, she pulled herself up. The palms of her hands slapped on the panel of the vacant Ops II and then she got to work. "Helm, as soon as you have a viable course, punch it. If you can't, find me a solution that might let us ride out whatever this is. Comms, get the message out, broad spectrum, wide-band, warning everyone in the area to stay away." While not an especially busy area of space, this was a known shipping lane for merchants and transports coming in and out of the Vorgon system. She was shouting over the din of the alert klaxons and the ship as it fought against wave after wave of turbulence, but she still heard the scientists' reports. There they were, those magic words: tachyon particles. Every Commanding Officer's least favourite command simulation scenario. Except this wasn't a simulation. This was real, it was huge, and it was going to wreck them. "Approaching thirty million tera-joules!" She confirmed Th'zhaar's observation as she scanned the incoming data. The ship rocked again, and again, until being still was no longer a reality on the USS Mac. What was once normal space, was now... "Oh my god..." With a series of taps on her console, and a look that betrayed her complete shock, she shared the image on the viewscreen of what was being birthed into violent existence. From every viewport, and in spectacular technicolour in the Scapegoat Lounge, the event could be seen. It dwarfed them in every sense.
Tags: Shavan Th'zhaar , Ic Arbrell , Thea Baker , Rin Zakir , Enola , Kova Sh'qaleq , Eliska Bremmer , Kaya Som , Syl O'Connell , Myker Vulbrix [ Myker Vulbrix - Bridge, USS Mac] The shaking continued as Myker scanned all frequencies for any indication someone else had run into this problem. He wasn't expecting anything given the route wasn't a terribly busy one. Although physically shaken up by Mac's turbulence, Myk wasn't shaken from his task. He was of course concerned for the crew and the ship, but it wouldn't help them at that moment. Right then they needed cool heads and clear minds. Both of which Myker possessed. A strong stomach was also an asset in that moment, the ship's lurching and shaking was enough to make those with weaker stomachs queasy. The reports filtering in weren't showing them any favour as their plight only worsened. Shields down to 80%, Electromagnetic radiation and gravimetric distortions, none of which were good for the ship or its crew. The red alert was hardly a surprise, the klaxon sounded and inevitably Mac's crew was ready to jump into action. With the orders given Myk worked quickly to relay a message to anyone close enough to be at risk, =/\=This is USS Mac, enroute to the Vorgon system. Stay clear of this immediate area, repeat stay clear of this area=/\= he relayed their position before it was broadcast over all channels. He didn't repeat it in multiple languages as he ordinarily might have, it didn't seem necessary at that moment. Much like the rest of the crew, Myker's focus was absorbed by what appeared on their view screen. His own shock wasn't displayed on his features but the Betazoid certainly felt it, and his awe didn't let up the jarring of the ship fading into the background of importance for a moment. It wasn't anything he'd seen before, although resembling a lemon, it was beautiful, bright like the morning sun. Except the sun didn't spit out readings like that. This was definitely something else. It was impossible to not be somewhat afraid of it, yet it completely drew one in. Like a magnet. Myker shook his head, to refocus his mind on the current situation. " Possible", Myk noted although not asked, Ensign Mila's suggestion seemed logical, it could've been an anomaly which wasn't all that uncommon out in space. It could also be something else altogether. "Is it sentient?" was Myk's question although not pointed at anyone in particular. Anything was possible out here and handling something with sentience would be very different than something that wasn't. The Betazoid also realised that out of all the candidates on the bridge himself or Ensign Ic would likely be the first to work that out, had his mental shielding not been in place.
General tag, fyi Felicity Ellis
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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 Sept 2, 2021 21:22:05 GMT
[ Lt. JG Rin Zakir - Bridge - USS Mac] It wasn't just the shields and electromagnetic radiation to worry about, as more reports flooded in from the rest of the bridge, the rest of the ship, even. Tachyon particles? Subspace energy? Oh that wasn't good (particularly the latter), to put it mildly, though he had his own set of problems to deal with. He did not hesitate in hitting the red alert klaxon, when ordered, but now they had that horrendous noise to contend with! Nevertheless, his fingers moved in a frenzy over his console as he boosted power to the shields, the ship continuing to shudder all the while. Ordinarily, his efforts may have borne fruit, but then he noticed something that meant he needed to change his tac. They weren't taking damage, per se, they were... "Commander, we're not taking damage, something's draining the shields!", he informed her, certain of what he was seeing but unable to explain why. "It's like it's being funnelled somehow, tracking the source.", he added, but it seemed as though he that wouldn't be a mystery for too much longer. That subspace energy was getting bigger, jumping from 10 to 30 tera-joules, the ship continuing to quake as the commander brought up...something on the viewscreen. "By the Prophets, what is that thing?", he blurted out, eyes glued to the viewscreen. He'd never seen anything quite like it, and now it seemed they all knew the source of the current woes. "Shields down to 79%! Now we know what's eating them", he added as he frantically attempted to use his knowledge to block further attempts. He was calm but worried, as he to wondered if this thing alive somehow?
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Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
Posts: 516 Likes: 34
Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Sept 3, 2021 0:55:03 GMT
[ Kova Sh'qaleq - Scapegoat Lounge, Deck 10, USS Mac ] It felt as if Kaya had stated the obvious. The Andorian said nothing as the Trill spoke about the engines and being able to determine by mere feel and motion of the deck what had happened. Of course, falling out of warp was a silent summons that the ship's Chief Engineer needed to be elsewhere. She watched as the Trill departed, leaving her and the others gathered in the lounge at the mercy of whatever hell was being unleashed upon the ship. Whatever was happening was clearly getting worse. The ship began to shake more violently as time passed. Most of the people had begun to flee from the lounge, the wait-staff attempting to usher everyone out. However, there was something that had caught the eyes of most of the people there. It was only a calm of a few moments, but the awe of the sight beyond the viewport made the moment feel almost like an eternity. It was large... bright... was it... growing, or getting closer? There was heavy tremor about the ship, this one knocking Kova and several other patrons off their feet. People quickly began to scramble, paying attention to the sound of the klaxon that was ringing loudly throughout the ship. Kova pulled herself back to her feet. Her mind was racing, attempting to explain what she was seeing. Even as the ship shook violently once more. Her legs locked and her body waivered from side to side as she tried to keep her balance. Her feet shifted from time to time, just to make certain she stayed upright. Kova had a hypothesis, but to prove or disprove it she needed data. Whatever it was had been strong enough to knock them out of warp. Something powerful enough to destabilize the core's warp field. Perhaps some sort of graviton burst perhaps, or either a naturally occuring gravimetric disruption. Yet, that should have been something that the navigator detected, unless it had been hidden somehow. Was this glowing... thing the cause of it? The conclusion, Kova came to was again that she needed more data. She began to reach into her pocket to pull out her interactive lens when she felt the hand of one of the wait-staff on her shoulder, trying persuade her to leave and seek shelter in a safer location. At the same time Kova jerked her shoulder free from his grasp, there was another violent shudder of the ship that sent them both tumbling to the deck. "Z'tōk!"[fn]equivalent of the f-bomb[/fn]
Tag: any lounge patrons Soft Exit Tag: Kaya Som
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Ic Arbrell
Science
[TI33] [TI33]
Posts: 161 Likes: 21
Rank: Ensign
Position: Quantum Physicist
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Ic Arbrell on Sept 3, 2021 4:01:56 GMT
[ Ensign Ic Arbrell —Bridge, USS Mac] He saw the anomaly through others’ reactions while still in the midst of mooning over the image on his screen. He saw it in individual shockwaves, blind behind each set of eyes as waves of reds and violets leaked through his veins, so thick and brilliant that the color almost surprised him when finally he turned to look for himself. It turned pale on a dry tongue as the ship shook. The klaxon cried in strident harmony. He braced himself, but even the chair felt weak. It hadn’t made sense to him why he should have come along on this mission. After losing his senses to some wicked shadow creature, and experiencing a nearby violent death for the first time on the planet the station orbited, the planet his mother now lived on, Ic hadn’t exactly been the most effective member of the crew. If he’d ever been at all. The crisis that followed in his mother’s living room only a week ago remained unresolved in his mind. He wasn’t cut out for Starfleet, he’d argued, though it felt like pleading; he wasn’t remotely useful anywhere else, his conscience chimed. But he’d made friends (sort of), she reminded him (though he added the parenthetical on his own)-- and she had just bought this house: where else would he go? The next person who asks you to do something, trust them and do it, she said. The assignment came four hours later. It hadn’t made sense why they’d want him there. Until now. His mother was right. The universe was too beautiful to give up on. Even if it killed him. Especially if. Ic heard Ensign Vulbrix more clearly through the tone of thoughts in his direction than what he spoke out loud. “Not that thing, no,” he returned, somewhat laboriously. His voice was thin and distant, almost spectral as it pulled unwillingly from the swarm of warring emotions (theirs in his bones and flesh, his in heart and soul). Ic would not normally have used language with another Betazoid, but there was no other way to delineate fact from feeling to communicate; courtesy to the rest of the bridge crew was hardly a consideration as he extracted each word from the volume of his pulse. It was easier to answer Rin; not because he was supposed to use language with the Bajoran, but because there was nothing else he’d rather use it for. “If it is what I think it is, and there is indeed n-normal space detectable beneath, what, thirty million terajoules, that has to be a graviton ellipse. It’s—” (the most glorious way to be ripped apart) “—going to eat us, probably.”His attention diverted briefly from the anomaly to check his knowledge against the readings. It wouldn’t be remotely useful anywhere else— or ever again. Why was it still only others’ fears in his blood? Myker Vulbrix Rin Zakir soft tags bridge crew
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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 Sept 3, 2021 11:52:23 GMT
[Lt. Shavan Th’zhaar - Bridge, USS Mac] Awash in the brilliant orange light like a moth to a flame, Shavan actually half smiled, entranced. Impending fiery death was of no consequence. Things like this were the reason why he wore a blue uniform. Then, as Ic said it from close by, he knew it was true. The readings all lined up with a graviton ellipse. Attention snapping back to his console, he tried to calculate a way out, but saw none. They wouldn’t make it. But of course, Ic’s choice of words already had the solution in them. It can’t eat us if we don’t feed it. “We need to cut power and reverse the polarity of the shields, now! It’s drawing off our energy. The only way to stop it is to not give it anything to feed on.” tag Felicity Ellis Rin Zakir and rest of the bridge
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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 Sept 3, 2021 17:54:57 GMT
[Lt. JG Syl O'Connell - USS Mac - Bridge]Syl's entire focus was on the panel in front of her, desperately trying to keep the ship from shaking apart. She cursed under her breath when she realized there was no path with less turbulence, but she was momentarily distracted by the flood of light coming from the view screen above her. Lifting her gaze, her jaw dropped at the sight of what was causing these problems. Was that a star? No time to gawk, she had to get the ship away from that thing. Whatever it was. The voices of the other officers on the bridge faded into the background, along with the alarms of the red alert. "You can do this girl, just hold it together for a little longer..." Syl whispered once more to the ship. Unfortunately, it quickly became obvious that even with all available power behind the impulse engines they weren't getting any farther away from the anomaly. "It's following us!" She called out the report, fighting back the fear that knotted in her chest.
Tag Felicity EllisSoft bridge crew
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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 Sept 3, 2021 19:24:22 GMT
[Felicity Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]Graviton ellipse.Arbrell's words reverberated in her mind as she stared at the beautiful terror before them. The last one documented had been in the Delta quadrant, and they were considered extremely rare phenomena. Felicity suspected that witnessing them was rare purely because it left nobody behind to witness. The ship took another dangerous shake as wave after wave of energy crashed against the Mac, as though she were a tiny boat in the stormiest of seas. An ensign was tossed from her station, flew passed Felicity and hit the wall behind her. She grimaced but did not yet dare to remove her eyes from data still feeding in. The readings they were receiving were like nothing she'd seen before. The speed with which it was covering ground and already closing in on them was the most concerning discovery. They'd never outrun it at impulse. "Hey, Bremmer," she called to the Petty Officer she'd selected to accompany them on the guild negotiations, "Check on her." She gestured toward the still body behind her. She had to trust that Ensign Mila would know her job well enough to begin emergency medical transports if needed, and dispatch personnel to required areas if and when transport wasn't an option. And following Th'zhaar's suggestion, it would not be an option for long. Felicity looked from the Assistant Chief Science Officer, the lead of the department aboard the Mac for this mission, and nodded. "Rin, override the deflector protocols, reverse polarity of the shields." What we have left of them...Then she licked her suddenly dry lips and said something she really did not want to say. =/\= "Engineering, this is Commander Ellis. Belay my last instruction. We believe this anomaly to be a graviton ellipse, and it is attracted by the electromagnetic energy we are emitting. We need to cut power. Shut down all systems except for life support." =/\= They were caught in this tempest. "We're playing dead."
Tags: Rin Zakir , Kaya Som (Engineering), Eliska Bremmer , softs: Bridge.
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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 Sept 3, 2021 19:43:03 GMT
[Mila - Bridge, USS Mac]
If her assumption was indeed correct, then she had something that she could assimilate and understand. Because that was the only alternative to completely losing it right now. Of course Mila knew better than to let her fears and emotions get the better of her. However this particular encounter had shaken her more than usual. Not that she could explain why, so rather than dwell on it and succumb to the dread. The Ops Officer focused on what the others were saying, acknowledging Myker when he spoke and wondered if this thing was sentient.
Not impossible and yet the more Mila heard, the more she realised that they needed a lot of luck on their side to get out of this. Then again with the shields being drained and the ship essentially being eaten by this thing. Perhaps she was being optimistic rather than accept the inevitable. Was this what death truly looked liked?, a colourful monster that preyed on ships?.
Or was she just letting the dread and her imagination run wild, before an idea was formed to stop it feeding on them. There was that glimmer of hope, despite the news that it was following them and the continued violent shaking. Telling herself to just breath as the CO issued more orders, unaware of Bremmer arriving until she saw, the poor Ensign who had been thrown across the Bridge.
Tearing herself away for a moment, Mila put her all into remembering her purpose as they prepared to play dead. " Damage control teams have been dispatched, support staff are also in place" she reeled off, not expecting a response. " Emergency medical teams are ready".
Now came the straightforward part in directing people where they needed to be and start the process of emergency transports as soon as they happened.
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Eliska Bremmer
Security & Tactical
[TI14]
Posts: 358 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Eliska Bremmer on Sept 3, 2021 19:54:03 GMT
[ PO3 Eliska Bremmer - Observation Lounge, USS Mac ]{Quoted Posts} [Felicity Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]Graviton ellipse.Arbrell's words reverberated in her mind as she stared at the beautiful terror before them. The last one documented had been in the Delta quadrant, and they were considered extremely rare phenomena. Felicity suspected that witnessing them was rare purely because it left nobody behind to witness. The ship took another dangerous shake as wave after wave of energy crashed against the Mac, as though she were a tiny boat in the stormiest of seas. An ensign was tossed from her station, flew passed Felicity and hit the wall behind her. She grimaced but did not yet dare to remove her eyes from data still feeding in. The readings they were receiving were like nothing she'd seen before. The speed with which it was covering ground and already closing in on them was the most concerning discovery. They'd never outrun it at impulse. "Hey, Bremmer," she called to the Petty Officer she'd selected to accompany them on the guild negotiations, "Check on her." She gestured toward the still body behind her. She had to trust that Ensign Mila would know her job well enough to begin emergency medical transports if needed, and dispatch personnel to required areas if and when transport wasn't an option. And following Th'zhaar's suggestion, it would not be an option for long. Felicity looked from the Assistant Chief Science Officer, the lead of the department aboard the Mac for this mission, and nodded. "Rin, override the deflector protocols, reverse polarity of the shields." What we have left of them...Then she licked her suddenly dry lips and said something she really did not want to say. =/\= "Engineering, this is Commander Ellis. Belay my last instruction. We believe this anomaly to be a graviton ellipse, and it is attracted by the electromagnetic energy we are emitting. We need to cut power. Shut down all systems except for life support." =/\= They were caught in this tempest. "We're playing dead."
Tags: Rin Zakir , Kaya Som (Engineering), Eliska Bremmer , softs: Bridge. Well, the ship wasn't in battle, so that was something. Especially the last two times she had gone out, Mac had been initially overpowered by the forces arrayed against her, or so Bremmer had heard. That didn't quite sound like a fun ride all right. And, while bracing herself against the ship's lurching, the Petty Officer tried to keep track of the activity on the Bridge. And she failed. Truth be told, she recognized the words being spoken, what with them being in Federation Standard English, but she would be damned if she had the first clue about what was being discussed. Some kind of anomaly that posed an immediate risk to the ship. That was as far as her comprehension took her. And there was, of course, Syl working at the helm, fingers working that board at a speed Eliska could only dream of ever matching, never mind the ability to wrangle over three million tons of starship into doing what she wanted or getting her where she needed to be... And then, the ship lurched even more violently. Thankfully, the Petty Officer didn't have far to go when she collided with the bulkhead and slumped to the deck. She could feel a rivulet of blood near where her braid started, but that wasn't bad, just a pressure cut if she was any judge (and she was!). However, one poor woman had fairly come flying and had struck with a meaty thud, and a wet crunching sound. That couldn't be good... and the Commander ordered her to check in on that casualty. "Aye!" she acknowledged in a sharp bark and made her way to kneel next to her. And one would not have needed a medical tricorder to know she was done for. The way her skull was depressed inwards was already a bad sign; the fact she was laying on her stomach yet looking almost straight up at the deckhead was another; her eyes, open, unseeing and pointing in different directions, that was the third hint. However, she still checked her pulse... and there was none; not exactly a surprise either. "She's gone, Ma'am," she simply replied.
Tag Felicity EllisSoft to the rest of the Bridge
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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 Sept 3, 2021 20:03:25 GMT
[Petty Officer Kellen Gates - Scapegoat Lounge, Deck 10]Kellen Gates normally had a very strong constitution. He'd ridden the Stealth rollercoaster at Thorpe Park with his sister. He'd liked it so much, despite the activity not only being a complete and utter waste of time, but also likely to give you whiplash, that he'd gone on it three times. So he hadn't been all that bothered by the turbulence. In fact he'd remained in his seat, sipping his tea and reading about the migratory patterns of the Wild Atlantic Salmon while serving staff in the Lounge were wringing their hands and trying to get everybody out. But when the spectacle appeared off the port bough, he'd dropped his salmon novel, knocked over his tea and then turned his head to the side and vomited. Thankfully, he'd had a light lunch. Not that it mattered much; it did not seem like anyone would care. Nor should they - they were all about to die. Kellen did not know how he knew that, he just did. A scream shook him from his spiral of nihilism. Quickly, out of a habit long cultivated, he jumped to assist. A server had fallen awkwardly into a table, and with some force during a wave of turbulence. There was blood coming from his temple and his leg was bent at an impossible angle. Gatesy moved to his side, made a quick assessment and pulled out his medical tricorder, which was as usual attached to his belt. He'd learned to always keep it to hand; he even kept it under his pillow while he slept. The server was flopping around, much like one of the salmon from his books. "Okay now, hold still please." The man was in obvious pain and clearly wasn't about to listen to reason. Despite making a decent recovery after the alien robot pincer attack from the last mission, full strength still hadn't returned to Gatesy's shoulder, so he would need help while he worked. He looked up and around, searching for an able-bodied person who wasn't screaming and/or running around like a headless turkey on Christmas morning. Spotting a familiar-looking Andorian, he called out. "Um. Hi. Kova? A little help would be much appreciated."Intent on getting the man stable before anything else, he pulled out a hypospray containing a standard coagulant. As THEIR DOOM got bigger in the large viewing panes of the Observation Lounge and the tremors knocked him on his side, he reached up to his chest to slap his comm badge. =/\= "Bridge, hello. This is Petty Officer 2nd Class Kellen Gates coming to you from the Scapegoat. I am trying to stabilise a patient and was wondering if it would be possible to not have turbulence? Okay, thanks." He paused while he tried once more to stick the flopping waiter with his hypo. "Standby for emergency medical transport." =/\=
Tag: Kova Sh'qaleq , Myker Vulbrix (Comms), Thea Baker (Ops)
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Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
Posts: 516 Likes: 34
Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Sept 4, 2021 5:42:13 GMT
{Quoted Posts} [Petty Officer Kellen Gates - Scapegoat Lounge, Deck 10]Kellen Gates normally had a very strong constitution. He'd ridden the Stealth rollercoaster at Thorpe Park with his sister. He'd liked it so much, despite the activity not only being a complete and utter waste of time, but also likely to give you whiplash, that he'd gone on it three times. So he hadn't been all that bothered by the turbulence. In fact he'd remained in his seat, sipping his tea and reading about the migratory patterns of the Wild Atlantic Salmon while serving staff in the Lounge were wringing their hands and trying to get everybody out. But when the spectacle appeared off the port bough, he'd dropped his salmon novel, knocked over his tea and then turned his head to the side and vomited. Thankfully, he'd had a light lunch. Not that it mattered much; it did not seem like anyone would care. Nor should they - they were all about to die. Kellen did not know how he knew that, he just did. A scream shook him from his spiral of nihilism. Quickly, out of a habit long cultivated, he jumped to assist. A server had fallen awkwardly into a table, and with some force during a wave of turbulence. There was blood coming from his temple and his leg was bent at an impossible angle. Gatesy moved to his side, made a quick assessment and pulled out his medical tricorder, which was as usual attached to his belt. He'd learned to always keep it to hand; he even kept it under his pillow while he slept. The server was flopping around, much like one of the salmon from his books. "Okay now, hold still please." The man was in obvious pain and clearly wasn't about to listen to reason. Despite making a decent recovery after the alien robot pincer attack from the last mission, full strength still hadn't returned to Gatesy's shoulder, so he would need help while he worked. He looked up and around, searching for an able-bodied person who wasn't screaming and/or running around like a headless turkey on Christmas morning. Spotting a familiar-looking Andorian, he called out. "Um. Hi. Kova? A little help would be much appreciated."Intent on getting the man stable before anything else, he pulled out a hypospray containing a standard coagulant. As THEIR DOOM got bigger in the large viewing panes of the Observation Lounge and the tremors knocked him on his side, he reached up to his chest to slap his comm badge. =/\= "Bridge, hello. This is Petty Officer 2nd Class Kellen Gates coming to you from the Scapegoat. I am trying to stabilise a patient and was wondering if it would be possible to not have turbulence? Okay, thanks." He paused while he tried once more to stick the flopping waiter with his hypo. "Standby for emergency medical transport." =/\= [ Kova Sh'qaleq - Scapegoat Lounge, Deck 10, U.S.S. Mac ] One thing that Kova seemed to fail at was not blending in. It seemed like everyone had found time to 'know of' the Andorian. Few people got to actually know Kova, and the Andorian told herself that's how she preferred things. Nevertheless, she could hear the Starfleet medic call to her, and ask... no, not quite ask, but infer that her assistance be given. Her eyes fell upon the server who seemed to be in obvious distress. Sure, he was bleeding, but it was likely the angle of his leg that was causing him the most pain. It was yet another testament to how fragile humans truly were. With her brow furrowed, she stood there as he bitched namelessly at the Bridge collectively about keeping the ship still. While she would appreciate that particular outcome, she doubted they had much say in the matter. Her eyes turned over her shoulder at the growing orb beyond the viewport. If it was what she thought it was.... "What do you require of me?" Kova asked. And after a few moments, it was obvious that wasn't her entire question, as her eyes now moved upon Gates as she knelt down near the server. "... if they cannot commence transport?"
Tag: Felicity Ellis (Gates)
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Myker Vulbrix
Engineering/Ops
[TI21]
Posts: 130 Likes: 6
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Communications
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Myker Vulbrix on Sept 4, 2021 12:26:34 GMT
{Quoted Post} [ Ensign Ic Arbrell —Bridge, USS Mac] He saw the anomaly through others’ reactions while still in the midst of mooning over the image on his screen. He saw it in individual shockwaves, blind behind each set of eyes as waves of reds and violets leaked through his veins, so thick and brilliant that the color almost surprised him when finally he turned to look for himself. It turned pale on a dry tongue as the ship shook. The klaxon cried in strident harmony. He braced himself, but even the chair felt weak. It hadn’t made sense to him why he should have come along on this mission. After losing his senses to some wicked shadow creature, and experiencing a nearby violent death for the first time on the planet the station orbited, the planet his mother now lived on, Ic hadn’t exactly been the most effective member of the crew. If he’d ever been at all. The crisis that followed in his mother’s living room only a week ago remained unresolved in his mind. He wasn’t cut out for Starfleet, he’d argued, though it felt like pleading; he wasn’t remotely useful anywhere else, his conscience chimed. But he’d made friends (sort of), she reminded him (though he added the parenthetical on his own)-- and she had just bought this house: where else would he go? The next person who asks you to do something, trust them and do it, she said. The assignment came four hours later. It hadn’t made sense why they’d want him there. Until now. His mother was right. The universe was too beautiful to give up on. Even if it killed him. Especially if. Ic heard Ensign Vulbrix more clearly through the tone of thoughts in his direction than what he spoke out loud. “Not that thing, no,” he returned, somewhat laboriously. His voice was thin and distant, almost spectral as it pulled unwillingly from the swarm of warring emotions (theirs in his bones and flesh, his in heart and soul). Ic would not normally have used language with another Betazoid, but there was no other way to delineate fact from feeling to communicate; courtesy to the rest of the bridge crew was hardly a consideration as he extracted each word from the volume of his pulse. It was easier to answer Rin; not because he was supposed to use language with the Bajoran, but because there was nothing else he’d rather use it for. “If it is what I think it is, and there is indeed n-normal space detectable beneath, what, thirty million terajoules, that has to be a graviton ellipse. It’s—” (the most glorious way to be ripped apart) “—going to eat us, probably.”His attention diverted briefly from the anomaly to check his knowledge against the readings. It wouldn’t be remotely useful anywhere else— or ever again. Why was it still only others’ fears in his blood? Myker Vulbrix Rin Zakir soft tags bridge crew [Petty Officer Kellen Gates - Scapegoat Lounge, Deck 10]Kellen Gates normally had a very strong constitution. He'd ridden the Stealth rollercoaster at Thorpe Park with his sister. He'd liked it so much, despite the activity not only being a complete and utter waste of time, but also likely to give you whiplash, that he'd gone on it three times. So he hadn't been all that bothered by the turbulence. In fact he'd remained in his seat, sipping his tea and reading about the migratory patterns of the Wild Atlantic Salmon while serving staff in the Lounge were wringing their hands and trying to get everybody out. But when the spectacle appeared off the port bough, he'd dropped his salmon novel, knocked over his tea and then turned his head to the side and vomited. Thankfully, he'd had a light lunch. Not that it mattered much; it did not seem like anyone would care. Nor should they - they were all about to die. Kellen did not know how he knew that, he just did. A scream shook him from his spiral of nihilism. Quickly, out of a habit long cultivated, he jumped to assist. A server had fallen awkwardly into a table, and with some force during a wave of turbulence. There was blood coming from his temple and his leg was bent at an impossible angle. Gatesy moved to his side, made a quick assessment and pulled out his medical tricorder, which was as usual attached to his belt. He'd learned to always keep it to hand; he even kept it under his pillow while he slept. The server was flopping around, much like one of the salmon from his books. "Okay now, hold still please." The man was in obvious pain and clearly wasn't about to listen to reason. Despite making a decent recovery after the alien robot pincer attack from the last mission, full strength still hadn't returned to Gatesy's shoulder, so he would need help while he worked. He looked up and around, searching for an able-bodied person who wasn't screaming and/or running around like a headless turkey on Christmas morning. Spotting a familiar-looking Andorian, he called out. "Um. Hi. Kova? A little help would be much appreciated."Intent on getting the man stable before anything else, he pulled out a hypospray containing a standard coagulant. As THEIR DOOM got bigger in the large viewing panes of the Observation Lounge and the tremors knocked him on his side, he reached up to his chest to slap his comm badge. =/\= "Bridge, hello. This is Petty Officer 2nd Class Kellen Gates coming to you from the Scapegoat. I am trying to stabilise a patient and was wondering if it would be possible to not have turbulence? Okay, thanks." He paused while he tried once more to stick the flopping waiter with his hypo. "Standby for emergency medical transport." =/\=
Tag: Kova Sh'qaleq , Myker Vulbrix (Comms), Thea Baker (Ops) [ Myker Vulbrix - Bridge, USS Mac] Myker’s attention shifted from the all consuming thing that had shown up on the view-screen to his fellow Betazoid. Younger than him but at three decades, Myker noted the laborious way the verbal response came across, almost as if communicating in this way was a chore. It was something he had grown accustomed to since he’d stopped communicating in what was considered the ‘normal’ Betazoid fashion. Maybe the other Ensign’s experience was similar, but it certainly piqued the interest of Myker until another wave of turbulence ripped through the ship sending some poor Ensign to her grave as she collided with the wall, the distinct crunch of bones making it clear that she'd never see another day. On the plus side, the thing wasn't sentient so injured and dead crew wouldn't be with any malicious intent. "Eaten in space, that'll be interesting in a eulogy." the Betazoid said, his voice as neutral and expressionless as his features. More orders were given, fingers flying over consoles as the Bridge crew tried to gain some semblance of control over the situation. The crew battling to stay upright or in seats, Myker had a white knuckled grip on the console as more waves of turbulence rocked them around. The impressive mass on the view screen growing in size made it obvious that they were most definitely going to be eaten. A plan was made and playing dead seemed to be a great move, possibly. It could also put them at a disadvantage, with all power off it limited their capabilities greatly. Myk was focusing on his own stability when the comm panel blinked and Kellen Gates' voice came through. =/\= Gates this is the Bridge, we're doing what we can.=/\= the communications officer said, it wasn't like they could turn off the turbulence, however there had to be a solution in the long term to prevent this in the future. It seems they'd need to brace themselves for more injuries and probably more lives being lost.
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Kaya Som
Engineering/Ops
Site Historian
Yaya! You have survived! That's too bad!
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Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Engineering
Species: Trill
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Post by Kaya Som on Sept 4, 2021 19:22:00 GMT
[ Chief Engineer Kaya Som | Engineering ]
=/\= "Engineering, this is Commander Ellis. Belay my last instruction. We believe this anomaly to be a graviton ellipse, and it is attracted by the electromagnetic energy we are emitting. We need to cut power. Shut down all systems except for life support." =/\=
The Captain's voice came through the comm in Engineering and everyone paused for a moment to listen. Then they looked at Kaya who shrugged.
"Well, do it!"
Those at the relevant positions jumped to and one by one, the ship's systems went silent.
The warp core darkened to the faintest glow as it transitioned to statis. The impulse engines went dark. Navigation blinked off, the shields dissolved to nothing, and transporters went offline. With one last chirp, the communications system went quiet and the voice-interaction of the computer said a quiet, "good bye". Every system followed suit, all relevant panels going dark. The bright lights above dimmed to twilight, runner lights only.
"Can't believe this," Kaya sighed with chagrin, throwing up her hands. "I'm going to the bridge. I need, like, ten of you to come with to be a communications relay since we don't have comms. The rest of you, be ready to punch it in case we need to dja'dendi aban." [fn]Trill for run away naked, to flee in haste.[/fn]
@everyone! Ships systems are officially off.
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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 Sept 4, 2021 19:44:18 GMT
[Lt. JG Syl O'Connell - USS Mac - Bridge]
"It's gaining on us!" Syl called out across the Bridge. Just then a flicker of blue caught her attention from the corner of her eye, and she turned her face away and threw her arms up to shield her head just as a panel beside her exploded from an overtaxed relay. Sparks rained down on her, a few burning through her uniform sleeve and burning her arm, but the sting was ignored as she immediately turned back to the helm.
Hearing the medic requesting they stop shaking the ship made Syl grit her teeth as her temper flared. If he thought it was so easy, he was welcome to come do it himself! But she knew better than to actually say that, and was glad when the stoic communications officer answered that particular call.
Finally, one by one the systems started powering down. The lights went dark around her, the various hums of ship life silenced. Syl waited until the navigation panel blinked out, before swiftly drawing the ship into an all stop right before the impulse engines were cut. Her heart was racing in her chest, fingers trembled against the blank panel, and there was nothing she could do now but wait and pray this worked.
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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 Sept 4, 2021 21:25:11 GMT
[Lt. JG Rin Zakir - Bridge - USS Mac]
A graviton ellipse...lovely. Why was it that since he came out into this part of space, everything wanted to eat him? Unless of course, he could get the shields to stop draining and actually do their job. Not that they were exactly doing that of their own volition.
That was when the half andorian science officer made his suggestion, the order to cut power and reverse the polarity of the shields coming just after. That wasn't going to be fun, but definitely less fun than being eaten alive! What came next also wasn't going to be on his top ten list of fun things.
A violent shake, more so than anything they had faced yet, forced him forward and almost to the ground, of it weren't for the console in front of him. He lost his footing, but was able to regain his balance by grabbing the sides of the station. His left knee banged hard against it and his head hit the console. He knew he was bleeding from a cut just above his right eye, but that would be the least of his problems if he didn't pull himself together.
He was one of the lucky ones though, as an unfortunate ensign lost her life to the bulkhead. He hardly needed telling that she was gone, even from a glance, but now wasn't the time to mourn. He had his orders, and he would have to summon everything he had left to ignore the blood dripping down his face and the throbbing in his knee.
A swift nod accompanied the order to override the deflector controls and reverse the polarity of the shields, just as Th'zhaar had suggested, fingers blurring as he keyed in the commands.
"Shields down to 54%! Overriding deflector controls, standby.", he called over the sound of his thumping heart as the system accepted the override. Oh thank the...
"Reversing polarity...now!" he added, before doing just that. As he did so, and the systems began to shut down, he uttered a quiet prayer to the Prophets that they would somehow get out of this. He'd found himself saying a lot of prayers lately.
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