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 4, 2021 22:23:49 GMT
[ 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?"{Spoiler}=/\= 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. [Petty Officer Kellen Gates - Scapegoat Lounge]"For now..." Gates glanced at the very pale man on the floor with the very broken leg and the concussion. He seemed panicked enough already, so it would be wise not to add to it. "See if you can help keep him still."For after, it would probably be much of the same, but the man would likely be unconscious. Maybe by then they'd all be unconscious. Unconscious forever. When the Bridge's response came back in he nodded, as though satisfied. "I got stabbed in the shoulder by an ornery AI," he explained to Kova in attempt to excuse his lack of hands-on ability, keeping his tone light and conversational as he finally managed to depress the hypospray into the flopping salmon of a server. "I've been doing my rehabilitation exercises though, every morning and evening, so I'm hoping to eventually recover up to 80% of my former strength."If they needed to stretcher this man out of the Lounge, then they'd just have to rig something up. Kova seemed strong, and she was smart to have survived this long amongst the criminal underbelly of the Frontier, so he reckoned she'd be a good person to assist. Then, the lights went out. And people began to panic. Again. Gates thought that perhaps a warning to the crew and passengers might have been nice, but then he wasn't the one calling the shots, just the one who would have to pick up the pieces. The Salmon-Man had at least calmed down a little. "Now, sir. Your leg is broken in two places; one long fracture on your tib, and a cleaner break for the fib. We can't transport you to Sickbay right now, so I'm going to give you something for the pain.""A-Am I - Will I die, Doctor?"Kellen Gates looked at Kova, and then back down at Salmon-Man. "Not from a broken leg." Well. It was the truth. "And I am not a doctor."The man screamed.
Tag: Kova Sh'qaleq
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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 5, 2021 15:53:31 GMT
{Quoted Posts} [Petty Officer Kellen Gates - Scapegoat Lounge]"For now..." Gates glanced at the very pale man on the floor with the very broken leg and the concussion. He seemed panicked enough already, so it would be wise not to add to it. "See if you can help keep him still."For after, it would probably be much of the same, but the man would likely be unconscious. Maybe by then they'd all be unconscious. Unconscious forever. When the Bridge's response came back in he nodded, as though satisfied. "I got stabbed in the shoulder by an ornery AI," he explained to Kova in attempt to excuse his lack of hands-on ability, keeping his tone light and conversational as he finally managed to depress the hypospray into the flopping salmon of a server. "I've been doing my rehabilitation exercises though, every morning and evening, so I'm hoping to eventually recover up to 80% of my former strength."If they needed to stretcher this man out of the Lounge, then they'd just have to rig something up. Kova seemed strong, and she was smart to have survived this long amongst the criminal underbelly of the Frontier, so he reckoned she'd be a good person to assist. Then, the lights went out. And people began to panic. Again. Gates thought that perhaps a warning to the crew and passengers might have been nice, but then he wasn't the one calling the shots, just the one who would have to pick up the pieces. The Salmon-Man had at least calmed down a little. "Now, sir. Your leg is broken in two places; one long fracture on your tib, and a cleaner break for the fib. We can't transport you to Sickbay right now, so I'm going to give you something for the pain.""A-Am I - Will I die, Doctor?"Kellen Gates looked at Kova, and then back down at Salmon-Man. "Not from a broken leg." Well. It was the truth. "And I am not a doctor."The man screamed. [ Kova Sh'qaleq - Scapegoat Lounge, Deck 10, U.S.S. Mac ] Kova had to admit, she was impressed with the way the medic had assumed control of the situation. With chaos raining down around them, he seemed unshakeable. He communication with the Bridge had been firm. His orders to Kova curt and direct. It was rare to see such an attractive trait in a pink-skin. Kova did as she was told. Her hands pressed firmly down on the server's shoulders. "Hold still," Kova said. Naturally, he was too busy attempting to flail about rather than listen. Kova then leaned a bit closer. "I said... stop moving!" Her icy blue eyes seemed to pierce the server's soul, briefly chilling him long enough for Gates to administer the hypospray. As Kova looked back towards Gates, the medic's mouth continued to move, and the alluring luster she had seen him with only moments ago began to dim. The mention of rehabilitation exercises and regaining his strength seemed to remind the Andorian of just how fragile pink-skins were. There was a slight roll of her eyes as she silently asked herself what she'd been thinking. Clearly, it was the adrenaline due to their current predicament. Yet, there was nothing to hit... nothing to hack. She was just... there... waiting. And Gates... he was still talking. More and more words continued to fall from his lips, elaborating on the man's injuries. With each term, it was obvious that the server was becoming more and more concerned. Eventually, when there was a break in Gates' speech, the man asked if he was going to die. To this Gates replied that he wouldn't die with a broken leg. He then felt the need to confess he wasn't a doctor. Kova rolled her eyes as the man screamed. She immediately clasped her hand over the man's mouth. "Shut up! Kova snapped. Her eyes then moved over towards Gates. "Both of you!" It was then that the lights seemed to go out completely around them. In the midst of darkness, Kova's glare left the medic as she looked back at the server. "He is a field medic," Kova began to explain. "He is trained to keep you stable until you can be safely transported to Sickbay. Try to relax. You're going to be fine." Kova certainly wasn't a doctor, nor was she a medic. Yet, she'd seen members of the Maquis with half their organs hanging out of them before. She knew that panicking was one of the worst things for them. Her eyes moved back towards Gates. "I need to talk to you... now!"She rose to her feet and moved a few meters away from the server, waiting for Gates to join her. "What do you think you are you doing?" Kova asked. Her voice was an elevated whisper, which hopefully wouldn't carry very far. Though, she was certain her words were meeting Gates' ears.
Tag: Felicity Ellis (Gates)
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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 5, 2021 18:00:31 GMT
[Felicity Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]When Bremmer confirmed that the Ensign was gone, Felicity's fist clenched. She'd known, somewhere in the back of her mind she'd known that the woman was dead. But it hit the same way, every time. She let it in for just a second, a brief moment, and then she pushed it away. There would be more injuries, and more casualties if they did not get on top of this situation. She nodded her thanks to the Petty Officer, and then her focus returned to the problem at hand. Shields were falling, the ellipse's speed exceeded their own and it was chasing them. A strange hush fell over everything as systems were killed. For what seemed like an age, she heard no other voices; it was as though everyone was fearful that the ellipse might somehow overhear. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly and she leaned over her dead console, steadying herself while the Mac surfed the great waves. Her senses began to adjust to the dim lighting and the absence of the red alert klaxons. She stared at the screen, the massive, magnificent beast upon it now dominating the entire view. And at first, when she noticed the edge of the vast anomaly shifting so slightly to the right, she thought that she was being deceived by her own eyes. But the longer she stared, the more she felt sure. "Is it turning?" She asked aloud, before looking toward the direction of the Science I and II consoles, seeking their input.
Tags: Ic Arbrell , Shavan Th'zhaar , softs: Bridge
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Enola
Intelligence
[TI39]
Posts: 341 Likes: 4
Rank: Ensign
Species: Romulan-Vulcan
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Post by Enola on Sept 5, 2021 19:44:32 GMT
[Ensign Enola - Intelligence Suite - USS Mac]
For a few minutes, Enola just stared out the window, taking her eyes off the fat thing only when the ship shook more violently. She released her hand from the object she had been holding on to, and then carefully moved to a corner of the room. The desk chair had fallen over. So she lowered herself to the floor in the corner and would safely hold out there until the ship had settled down at least a little. She could pass the time well with thinking. Thinking about the current situation Mac was in. Slowly, she turned her head to the not-quite-big-but-still-enough window to take another look at this thing. She still had no idea what the thing was, but it was gigantic and beautiful. And it was obvious that it was responsible for the shaking of the ship.
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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 6, 2021 3:16:58 GMT
[Lt. Shavan Th’zhaar - Bridge, USS Mac] Already caught in the tempest, the only way through was to ride it out. Shavan gripped the console tighter while the Commander relayed his his idea and the plan was put into motion. Everything went dark, the screen in front of him now useless except as something to hold onto as the ship continued pitching violently. A thrill ran through him as the edge of the ellipse neared. He tried to answer Commander Ellis’s question without quite tearing his eyes away from the viewscreen. There was no longer sensor data to measure it, but he did have an idea of what was happening. “It could be drifting course now that it stopped reacting to our energy. But it still won’t be long before it overtakes us, and the turbulence and strain on the ship will get worse as it does.” As if to prove the point, there was another shake, and for a heart-stopping second he nearly lost his footing and went same way as the unfortunate Ensign. They had only a couple minutes, at most. “And the gravimetric currents composing the actual ellipse will increase in intensity as we get closer to the center.” He glanced at Ic, whose expertise would also be very valuable right now. Felicity Ellis
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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 6, 2021 7:29:42 GMT
[ Ensign Ic Arbrell — Bridge, USS Mac] Amid the din of shipwide chaos, the sound of death was the loudest. Not the impact of flesh against the wall, not the cracking of bone, but the sudden drop of an instrument out of the orchestra, a sound made most present by its absence, silence where it should have been as raucous as the rest. A breath caught in Ic’s sympathetically tightening throat as the gut punch of even anonymous loss tried to tear him down even faster than the gravimetric shear. In the wake of it, the words and symbols on the screen became incomprehensible. And a moment later, they were gone, too. He hadn’t had time to do anything. He didn’t even know what he would have done if he had. How long did they have left now? A hundred and nine seconds, at best? The ellipse moved congruously as words all moved around him. Most he recognized. Some melted into feeling, warped meaning from intention and did not touch him but for a scrape against consciousness without catching a knowing snag. Shavan’s language beside him, however, was a tether, a comfort, even if it was the wrong color, bathed in so much orange. In the wake of another threat of shear, his eyes on him still felt right. It wasn’t the shift of the ship that flipped his stomach this time. Mostly. Eighty-seven seconds. “If we make it to the center, we might be okay. Problem is that only one ship is known to have made it back out. I mean we could live a pretty decent amount of time adrift in the anomaly, probably, assuming time isn’t going backward in there, which, in the presence of tachyons would be plausible but is in reality an entirely baseless theory because the phenomenon is so rare we haven’t exactly had the opportunity to study them but it’s equally likely we’ll die from anything else inside that the ellipse devoured, like that shadow thing that kills telepaths, bet Bremmer remembers that one, or m-maybe we’ll pop out on another end of space time and kill our grandfathers in which case we wouldn’t be here to do it so at least we know that’s not possible, right?”He paused as if for laughter (the statement was ironic, after all), but only long enough to breathe, perhaps for the last time. And for the first, Ic had lost track of time. Was it fifty-three seconds now? Sixty-one? Four? “I mean tachyons— their very presence indicates a violation of causality, which as I’m sure we’re all aware is a promise of chaos in itself, and it d-doesn’t m-matter what we do anymore, because it may be remediated entirely if we can antitelephone-home. In the event that the hull withstands the shear, of course, and with that said, Lieutenant, if it’s the last chance we have, I just want you to know how much I—”The anomaly had no intention of allowing him to finish that sentence, thundering at vicious incline, and taking the ensign sliding across the floor with it. Felicity Ellis Shavan Th'zhaar soft tags all bridge crew
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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 6, 2021 12:38:11 GMT
[ Dr (LT) Marcus Harrison - Sickbay, USS Mac] images.app.goo.gl/fkbVseLTTt85xefh8Sickbay had gone from quiet to absolute chaos within minutes of the ship dropping out of warp. The half Deltan Acting CMO had quickly began to delegate his team to deal with the various severities of injuries, ranging from minor bruises to breaks, burns and lacerations. Normally he would of been straight onto the Bridge to find out what was going on. However he had been around long enough to know that it was serious, if it had caused the ship to essentially come to a stop whilst simultaneously throwing everyone around like a chew toy. Training and instinct took over as Marcus prepared the emergency medical teams to be deployed. The timing of which was quite fortuitous as everything but life support went dark. Emergency battery power kicked in to keep the bio beds powered for the more critical cases, whilst hand torches were activated to continue working. Okay this was real life and not a drill, but it was time to knuckle down and get on with it, until the danger passed. " May the gods protect your soul, Crewman" Marcus said softly as Crewman Saracen succumbed to the trauma he had suffered. There was no stopping to mourn as Marcus moved onto the next patient.
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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 6, 2021 14:45:56 GMT
[ Kova Sh'qaleq - Scapegoat Lounge, Deck 10, U.S.S. Mac ] Kova had to admit, she was impressed with the way the medic had assumed control of the situation. With chaos raining down around them, he seemed unshakeable. He communication with the Bridge had been firm. His orders to Kova curt and direct. It was rare to see such an attractive trait in a pink-skin. Kova did as she was told. Her hands pressed firmly down on the server's shoulders. "Hold still," Kova said. Naturally, he was too busy attempting to flail about rather than listen. Kova then leaned a bit closer. "I said... stop moving!" Her icy blue eyes seemed to pierce the server's soul, briefly chilling him long enough for Gates to administer the hypospray. As Kova looked back towards Gates, the medic's mouth continued to move, and the alluring luster she had seen him with only moments ago began to dim. The mention of rehabilitation exercises and regaining his strength seemed to remind the Andorian of just how fragile pink-skins were. There was a slight roll of her eyes as she silently asked herself what she'd been thinking. Clearly, it was the adrenaline due to their current predicament. Yet, there was nothing to hit... nothing to hack. She was just... there... waiting. And Gates... he was still talking. More and more words continued to fall from his lips, elaborating on the man's injuries. With each term, it was obvious that the server was becoming more and more concerned. Eventually, when there was a break in Gates' speech, the man asked if he was going to die. To this Gates replied that he wouldn't die with a broken leg. He then felt the need to confess he wasn't a doctor. Kova rolled her eyes as the man screamed. She immediately clasped her hand over the man's mouth. "Shut up! Kova snapped. Her eyes then moved over towards Gates. "Both of you!" It was then that the lights seemed to go out completely around them. In the midst of darkness, Kova's glare left the medic as she looked back at the server. "He is a field medic," Kova began to explain. "He is trained to keep you stable until you can be safely transported to Sickbay. Try to relax. You're going to be fine." Kova certainly wasn't a doctor, nor was she a medic. Yet, she'd seen members of the Maquis with half their organs hanging out of them before. She knew that panicking was one of the worst things for them. Her eyes moved back towards Gates. "I need to talk to you... now!"She rose to her feet and moved a few meters away from the server, waiting for Gates to join her. "What do you think you are you doing?" Kova asked. Her voice was an elevated whisper, which hopefully wouldn't carry very far. Though, she was certain her words were meeting Gates' ears. [Petty Officer Kellen Gates - Scapegoat Lounge]He had chosen well, Kellen Gates thought, as Kova didn't hesitate to get stuck in and lend her presence and strength to his medical proceedings. But he had absolutely no idea why she was making those faces at him, or ordering him to shut up. He nodded along though when she began explaining who he was. He had assumed that was obvious, but nevertheless her words did have a calming effect on Salmon-Man, so it wasn't until she demanded to speak to him elsewhere that he realised there might be something wrong. Gatesy didn't really appreciate being pulled away from his patient, and it was obvious by the moans and the constant shaking of the ship that other people would require medical attention, too. But he would need her help, and so with a beleagured sigh, he stood and followed after her a few moments later. He blinked at the question. "I'm doing my job," he answered honestly, matching the volume of his voice to her whisper. "Talking often calms patients, but I'm not going to lie to them."He gestured toward the view behind them. Space was now completely obscured by THEIR DOOM.
Tag: Kova Sh'qaleq
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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 6, 2021 14:50:30 GMT
[ PO3 Eliska Bremmer - Bridge, USS Mac ]
With a very dead Ensign at her feet, there was very little for one Petty Officer Bremmer to do. In fact, all she could do was find a console and issue the notification to Sickbay to recover the body at their earliest convenience. Preferably before she would start to stink.
But beyond that? She was just a hick from Nova Kosice. She wasn't a pilot like Syl, or an engineer, or even had the math grounding to work the Tactical station. And that was what left her terrified. Against the tritters, she knew what she was up against and she could do something about it. She had done something about it. Hell, she had screamed herself hoarse fighting them off and she was still not sure how she somehow managed to live through that experience.
But now? There was absolutely nothing she could do, especially now that all systems went down and the Mac became a monstrous, three-million ton coffin that was entirely at the mercy of... whatever the hell was out there.
Give her raiders to fight, like they had at their last operation; give her tritters to stop from eating her. Give her even a covert operation with some guy who plays his own game and would happily throw his team under the bus for his ego, but this? This was true helplessness.
And she hated it.
Soft to the Bridge
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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 6, 2021 15:23:31 GMT
[Lt. JG Rin Zakir - Bridge - USS Mac]
With the power now just about out, everything had fallen silent. Too silent, with even his prayers being little more than a whisper. Was this how it all ended? No, he couldn't think like that, he had to be ready to fight his fate, but right now he felt powerless.
His station was down, so there wouldn't be a lot he could contribute that the science personnel couldn't do better. He didn't have their keen minds an intellect, but at least that gave him an opportunity to survey his wounds. The cut above his eye still bled a little and his knee still throbbed, but he had no troubled standing on it (the ship shuddering around him not withstanding), so maybe he had managed to avoid anything too severe. Not like the poor ensign who now lay dead, her life cut short in an instant. Prophets guide her.
As expected, it seemed that the two science officers indeed have something to contribute. Unfortunately, he found himself going a little cross eyed at their complicated explanations of his screwed they were. Still, if one ship had gotten out of such an event, there was a miniscule chance of them doing the same. A chance was a chance, no matter how small.
Soft Tag Bridge
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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 6, 2021 15:52:51 GMT
{Spoiler} [Petty Officer Kellen Gates - Scapegoat Lounge]He had chosen well, Kellen Gates thought, as Kova didn't hesitate to get stuck in and lend her presence and strength to his medical proceedings. But he had absolutely no idea why she was making those faces at him, or ordering him to shut up. He nodded along though when she began explaining who he was. He had assumed that was obvious, but nevertheless her words did have a calming effect on Salmon-Man, so it wasn't until she demanded to speak to him elsewhere that he realised there might be something wrong. Gatesy didn't really appreciate being pulled away from his patient, and it was obvious by the moans and the constant shaking of the ship that other people would require medical attention, too. But he would need her help, and so with a beleagured sigh, he stood and followed after her a few moments later. He blinked at the question. "I'm doing my job," he answered honestly, matching the volume of his voice to her whisper. "Talking often calms patients, but I'm not going to lie to them."He gestured toward the view behind them. Space was now completely obscured by THEIR DOOM. [ Kova Sh'qaleq - Scapegoat Lounge, Deck 10, U.S.S. Mac ] Kova's eyes narrowed at Gates as he began to explain that he was simply doing his job. Her head tilted slightly as her attention focused on the side of his face rather than his eyes. Her blue fingers moved so quickly, that she was certain he didn't realize what had happened until she had flicked the tip of his ear. "Round, not pointed," she said. Vulcans were the only people that seemed to crave any sort of apathy. It was strange that this human was oblivious to his affect on that man. "He's terrified," said Kova. The fact that she was paying more attention to the man's emotional state than Gates was unsettling even for her. "You explaining how he may or may not die isn't helping. You don't have to lie... just be less forthcoming with the truth." It seemed like an adequate proposal in the Andorian's estimation. "Be... optimistic. It's what you pink-skins excel at, right?"There was another shudder of the ship. This wasn't an extended conversation that the pair of them could carry. The server may require more attention, but even if he didn't, there were likely others that needed Gates' expertise. The looming glow beyond the viewport, however, was a silent reminder that all of this could be for nothing. Still, optimism... it was the pink-skins' forte. Maybe it'd actually pay off for once.
Tag: Felicity Ellis (Gates)
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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 6, 2021 18:45:06 GMT
[Felicity Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]A strange calm settled over her, and the orange-gold glow of the ellipse settled over the Bridge, bathing the chaos in its warm light. Felicity listened as her Science team laid it all out for them, and while intellectually she grasped the detail that they were providing, conceptually she could not fathom what was to come. Arbrell slid across the platform, his words for his colleague stolen with one simple, cruel movement. Bremmer, Rin, O'Connell, Vulbrix... All silent now. There seemed less and less to say as the clock ticked down to their destiny. And yet, somehow, there was everything to say. Felicity thought of her family. Her estranged mother, her distant father. She saw Cameron, happy, smiling, speeding by in is kayak as though propelled by the deep itself. Then Gregory, holding his new baby, moments born and wailing with determined strength. Finally, there was - The light blinded her. She wrapped her arms around the console and hung on for dear life. "All hands -!"Time was up; the monster was at their door, and it was hungry. "BRACE."
Tags: Shavan Th'zhaar , Ic Arbrell , Syl O'Connell , Eliska Bremmer , Rin Zakir Myker Vulbrix , Thea Baker , Kova Sh'qaleq , Kaya Som , Enola
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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 6, 2021 20:06:31 GMT
[Myker Vulbrix - Bridge - USS Mac]
Myker didn’t need his telepathy to sense the fear coursing through a fair few of those on the bridge, the same fear he could feel in his own soul. Fear was a powerful emotion, it was amongst one the many that had defeated an army, one Myk was no stranger to. Even in that moment as there seemed to be no hope, Myk felt fear despite his projected calm the crew would see. He knew they were royally screwed, helpless and there was no way to sugar coat that. He tried to listen to the science babble that came out of the other Betazoid’s mouth but he couldn’t even begin to wrap his head around the concept. Science wasn’t ever his strong suit, he was better at relaying messages and saying what needed to be said. The ship pitched forward, an incline that silenced what was building up to be meaningful words as Arbrell went sliding.
There was a bright glow, very bright the entire bridge bathed in the glory of the anomaly that was eating them. Myk shut his eyes against the harsh light and made a grab for his console. The words of their commanding officer fading as the light seemed to overtake them, for a split second it seemed there was nothing but light and peace, and then Myker’s head collided with his console. He’d headbutted the station with such force it left his ears ringing and he was sure he’d bitten his tongue in the process, or he’d knocked out a tooth, he wasn’t sure aside from the telltale taste of blood in his mouth. He shook his head to clear the fogginess, which wasn’t his smartest idea as waves of nausea crashed over him. He took a couple of deep breaths before his focus seemed to return and screaming joined the ringing in his ears, at this point he couldn’t tell if it was in his head or whether someone was actually screaming. He took another breath, before shifting his focus to what was going on around him. His console was fried, completely and he could still hear the popping of electrical cables, the smell of burning conduits hung heavy in the air. The screaming happened again but it seemed more distant and the Betazoid’s usual frown settled on his face as he made to stand, gripping the dead console for fear he’d go crashing down. The bridge was in a mess and they’d need as many hands as they could muster. Only then did he notice the burn on his arm, which likely came from his conduit. Myk felt the pain reverberate in his head, the ringing of his ears continued which was both irritating and unsettling. Myk did end up standing albeit shaky, shakily and did a quick evaluation of the current situation. Power was still offline ship wide, but it seemed that life support was intact. small miracles the Betazoid thought unsure if it had drifted into the minds of others around him since his mind was still catching up.
Soft Tags for Bridge
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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 Sept 6, 2021 22:03:57 GMT
[ SCPO Kaya Som | On her way to the bridge ]
Kaya gasped and opened her eyes. Her next breath didn't come easily nor did the next. It felt like she'd been kicked in the ban [fn]Trill symbiont pouch[/fn], that nauseated, diaphragm spasming feeling. She looked down and choked at what she saw: a shard of decking sticking halfway out of her belly.
"Oh..." she whimpered. Her hand hovered over it, terrified to touch it. From where she was lying against a wall at a T-intersection, Kaya could guess what had happened. On her way from Engineering to the Bridge, the hull had blown, or something had ruptured or overloaded. Where was ...
"Oh..."
The other engineer who'd come with her was a few body lengths away, dead. Javi D'Amato.
Kaya's breaths suddenly became fast and shallow and voiced by a high-pitched sort of panicked stammer. She interrupted herself with a grunt, forcing through calm and control. Mantras from surivival training bubbled up through the effort.
"H-!" Her first try to call out any of the 900 people on this stupid ship ended in a choke. Her next attempt was better as were those that followed.
"Help!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! She beat a fist against the wall, which rattled and clanked at having been loosened.
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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 7, 2021 1:46:25 GMT
[ Shavan Th’zhaar - Bridge, USS Mac] In the last remaining seconds, the orange light growing ever more intense, Shavan allowed himself to focus on Ic’s presence beside him, listening to him continue on about what could be waiting for them in the ellipse. If this really was the end, he couldn’t expect a better way to go than on the bridge of a starship hurtling into a spectacular spatial anomaly— and not alone. Though just when the thought occurred, the other science officer slid away, leaving a gut-wrenching question hanging in the air. I just want you to know how much I— what?There was no time left to wonder. The impact was imminent, the ellipse all-consuming. There was nothing but blinding white light, explosions and screams a distant blur. Shavan didn’t see it when his station sparked and a nearby conduit ruptured, but the heat of the plasma burns searing his skin was enough to make him lose his grip on the console. Thrown against the wall, he slammed into a hard surface with a crack of bone and sharp groan of pain. Gradually, the scene of the smoke-filled bridge resolved itself, still intact, with his own body lanced with pain but very much still alive. He tried to reach out but stopped, clenching his jaw against the pain in his broken arm. More slowly, he shakily used his other arm to brace against the wall and push himself up into a sitting position, seeking out Ic in the chaos as his vision spun. And looking to see exactly what they’d found themselves in. soft tag Ic Arbrell and the rest of the bridge
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