Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on May 26, 2020 17:25:57 GMT
=/\= "S'Riia to Sickbay. Medical Emergency to Engineering." =/\=. She moved back towards the door and began to account for the more serious injuries. =/\= "I have two crewman that are unresponsive. Nearly a dozen suffering from second and third degree burns. Just as many experiencing symptoms of smoke inhalation, possible exposure to inflammatory fumes." =/\= [NPCs - Dr. (Lt.) Kece Lunn, Dr. (Lt. j.g.) Darby Leslie Flavius Nelson III, & others - Sickbay -> Main Engineering]And, just like that, the ship was plunged into chaos. Kece himself stumbled and nearly fell (he stopped himself by grabbing onto a biobed), the lights went out, and Kece could only hope his Opera recordings hadn't been wiped from the ship's computers. And, as he tried to get his bearings, he got a call. =A= "Lunn here. I'm on my way," =A= he acknowledged. With him, it was always "I", always "me" - he was the hero. He pointed indiscriminately at three subordinates. "You're with me," he told them. Quickly, the group entered Main Engineering: middle-aged Dr. Lunn with his neat white lab coat and receding hairline; youthful Dr. Nelson with a similarly smug air about him and a manbun; and two medics who just wished anyone else was there. "We have arrived," Kece proclaimed. He had come to rescue, and his medics already scanned the unresponsive pair, but the bombastic surgeon expected his hero's welcome.
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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 May 26, 2020 18:10:12 GMT
[ Lt Laurel Andrews - Bridge, USS Mac] Ow, Ow, why did everything hurt so much was pretty much the thoughts that were currently going through Laurel's mind as she tried to make sense of what the hell just happened. Wondering if she had somehow fallen asleep as everything was black, until her brain caught up and she remembered something about the nebula. Although everything still seemed fuzzy as she heard someone call out if everyone was alright. More talking as Laurel tried not to call out in pain, forcing herself to her feet, ignoring the blood that was trickling from somewhere as the emergency power kicked in. Illuminating the dead consoles, the fallen crew and yet instinct kicked in as a report was given by Ensign Black and she knew she needed to get Security to assist with those who were trapped. =/\= Andrews to all available patrols and emergency response teams, please report immediately to the affected areas on decks four, seven, eight, twelve and seventeen =/\= ********* [ Thea - Bridge, USS Mac] One minute she was looking out towards the nebula, the next she had found herself on the floor with no idea how she gotten there. Although she had to admit that the blackness was soothing and her brain decided that she quite liked the quiet it gave her. Of course with her being in this state of utter bliss as if she had no worries or stress, Thea had no idea what was going on around her. Sure there was some part of her that knew she had to wake up but she was liking her dreams right now.
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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 May 26, 2020 18:27:43 GMT
[Felicity Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac][...] While she awaited a response she switched to an internal channel. =/\= "Ellis to Niles. Report." =/\= They might be facing down a tricky, mysterious phenomenon without, but that didn't mean there weren't similar issues to navigate within. "Quinn, Black, please proceed without delay. I don't want to give the Adelante time to do anything." Somewhere outside the ship ….
It was if the nebula was watching and waiting for the next delicious morsel to enter its domain. After feeding on the probes, it craved something larger to satisfy the hunger, before the call of the void summoned it back to the emptiness of home. Time was limited in this universe and soon the pull to return became stronger, denying it the chance to feast. For those on the Mac, without sensors, they would only see what was happening via the viewscreen, as the nebula began to collapse in on itself. Exposing the anomaly within only briefly, before a shockwave of radiation and energy shook both the Mac and the Adelante violently. Causing system overload and plunging both ships into darkness. This was the anomaly's final act as it disappeared, the space it occupied returning to normal as if it never existed. [ Observation Lounge Thomas Jett & Princess Victoria The Princess smiled at the dashing young Officer as he tried to explain that Yeoman Heather Hill was much more than servant. She was confused for a certain on why she would have refused the honor of being her personal servant. For years, people would have tried to get her attention and fight for her attention, however, this culture was different. She appeared confused and looked at the Tactical Officer. “I might just misunderstand this culture. For us, I was offering her a high station. Something that people would fight for. I would offer her a Station so she could potentially find her future match. “. She smiled at the man as he explained why he could not be a representative. Instead of anger, she focused on his insecurity. It appeared that the man felt it was only a tactical officer. In reality, he was not. She could see he was something greater. “I understand your position Ensign Joshua Niles, but I disagree. You are not just a tactical person; you are an individual with manners. You strike me as a honest person. Even right now when you disagree with me. I believe when you came with me, you were supposed to help me. I need help not just on the physical things but also understanding this strange culture. I see greatness in you, and in the stories a good leader is the one that let them informed. I don’t want a regular diplomat, I want you.As he mentioned of her dresses and they were not shopping she was confused. How would she measure herself? How to see which outfit look better. How to inspect for any stains and wrinkles? The device and the method seemed strange to her. As she wanted to see multiple wardrobes, makeup, shoes would match to each one. “I am confused, your ways seems strange to me. How is it that you people measure? How would I know what is acceptable. Nevertheless, I accept your guidance” . She finished with a smiled as she would have offered her elbow to the Officer to guide her. The Princess turned to the Doctor and smiled at her. She appeared to be smart and knew about her ” Interesting. Fascinating devices, we don’t have those developed by our people. For use Doctors and are highly educated people. Can I ask you from what Noble House do you come? . She inquired as in her place only nobles were allowed the schooling and the resources as a professional. She was interested in these people “The United Federation of Planets”. She stood silent and inquired “What is this United Federation of Planets?” . She inquired. If she could figure out what this people is and how their technology work maybe she could bring it to her people and continue and bring a new “Golden Age”. Yes, just like the stories and this is the part in which she learns about different technology and ways. The Princess finished her statement when the light of the ship simply went out. She looked around and appeared to be confused on the situation. “Is this normal?” . She inquired as she did not know if it was normal for the “United Federation of Planets” to turn their lights off. But she was not sure of them since some of their customs appeared to be off and foreign for her. She would not lie the moment itself and the darkness frightened her. As it also reminded her of the situation that she went through. How the nobles turned the lights off of the Royal Family and use the darkness to kill them. She quickly went and tried to hold the harm of the Tactical Security Officer. The handsome men. As she tried to hold him she asked “Please don’t let me alone in the dark” . She said in a scared tone as she shook a little bit as her mind had flashback of the Royal Guards fighting for them and some of her friends dying for her. [...] [NPC - PO1 S'Riia - Engineering, USS Mac] [...] S'Riia then tapped her bridge once again. =/\= "S'Riia to Security. Status report on our guests: containment and health." =/\= She had no idea the status of the teams that were positioned outside their door, or the guests themselves (Captain Jett, Victoria and the other six soldiers). She was hopeful that Lt. Adams may have learned something. Otherwise, she figured she'd have to go and check herself. [ Ens. Joshua Niles - Observation Lounge - USS Mac ] Joshua was under the impression he was finally getting somewhere, even though the Princess' response was one that would require some careful working around. Her physical needs were easy, and he would have plenty of time to explain how she would be measured for a good fit without anyone having to touch her, and that her clothes would be coming out of a replicator without any need for further tailoring. That was easy. Trusting the staff at the officer's spa to see her suitably refreshed and outfitted with cosmetics would be relatively painless. At least, so far he was getting somewhere. But there remained the need to deal with the culture shock. And, most importantly, how she wanted him as a government advisor. He had the impression she was not stupid, but instead that she was sheltered and perhaps a little naive. Well, definitely naive, what with her repeated references to 'stories' and perhaps not quite understanding that while such fiction might be based on a degree of fact, there was a world of difference between the two. Just as she took his arm, and went to address the good Doctor, his commbadge chirped and the Captain's voice came through. She wanted a status already? Was this because she was impatient, or she was in that much of a hurry to see if he was going to screw up the task he'd been given? However, reply he had to, and he briskly brought his hand to his commbadge to take the call. =/\= "Captain, Her Highness is being made comfortable, and I will be proceeding to see to her and her people's physical needs shortly. She has further requests that I will forward at the earliest convenience. Ensign Niles, out."=/\=Well, that was a short report all right, and he expected he would have to amplify on it in writing at a later time. And that he would probably have a degree of hell to pay for hanging up the Captain, but he was in a delicate position as it was, without having to worry about offending a foreign dignitary by taking his attention away from her just now. And, just as she asked about the nature of the Federation, and he was about to answer. The lights gave out and he felt her hand tense on his good, flesh and blood arm. And it was good the lights were still off, for his face clenched. This was more than just the lights: aboard a starship, there was always a degree of low-level noise. Engines and power conduits pulsing, computers chiming, life support humming, and more. Everything had gone dead silent. What now?However, with yet another deep breath, he steadied himself and steeled his voice to not let his confusion come through. "No, Your Highness, this is not normal." That was the most he dared say just yet. Because that kind of a failure was considered catastrophic, and he didn't know anything just yet. However, his mind was racing. On every starship, wherever the Bridge was located had independent power and life support, including emergency backups and those would turn on eventually, so suffocating would not be a problem for some time. Gravity was still working, but if the grav plating was also down, in six hours or so they would be floating around, and that would be making things interesting all right. "And I have no intention of leaving you alone."However, what he did not say, or even let his tone hint at, was that he might have to leave her with someone else while he would attend to his own duties. he was not an engineer, but damage control duty was something every officer had to be ready to engage in. And, of course, just now his commbadge chirped again. This time, it was the Petty Officer he'd relieved on the Bridge. =/\="PO, this is Ensign Niles. Her Highness and Mister Jett are safe in the Observation Lounge. And I need a status report; how bad is it?"=/\=And, just now, the very last thing he needed was a noncom giving him some pushback; and while he was willing to acknowledge that just about everyone on this ship was more experienced than he was, he could not act like an officer of any sort without information to work with. And, there was a minor problem, that of a princess in a thoroughly frilly dress that would be extremely unpleasant to work with if they had to take the Jefferies Tubes at any time... He needed an idea. What else was on this deck? As he was reflecting, he started moving along the bulkheads, gently dragging the princess along, his prosthetic hand tracing them until he found what he was looking for: an emergency compartment. Which, just as luck would have it, happened to be stuck... That is until he struck it with his cybernetic hand to release its cover, and he extracted a tricorder for himself, as well as lights for himself and the Doctor. And then, he had his idea. "Your Highness, we may have to move off this deck, and the turbol..." He cut himself short, as he recalled the difference in their respective technological levels and the possibility of lacking the same terminology. "The elevators are probably down right now. You would need some more appropriate clothes if it comes down to it, and I may know where I can find some on this deck; if there are any, they probably won't fit properly and they will be unlike anything you're used to, but they'll be better-suited to this situation. Doctor, I may have to enlist your assistance in, ah... helping Her Highness out of her dress and into something more... practical."And, what he did not add, was that they had a degree of fire and flash resistance, a non-trivial concern in a damage control situation like this one. So, once more, he tapped his commbadge. This would be... interesting. =/\="Captain Ellis, this is Ensign Niles. Ah, this is a rather odd question, but do you keep a spare uniform in your Ready Room, and might I borrow it for Her Highness?"=/\=
Tags: Felicity Ellis , Thomas Jett , Isaiah Quinn , Lurai Sren
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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 May 26, 2020 23:05:48 GMT
Somewhere outside the ship ….
It was if the nebula was watching and waiting for the next delicious morsel to enter its domain. After feeding on the probes, it craved something larger to satisfy the hunger, before the call of the void summoned it back to the emptiness of home. Time was limited in this universe and soon the pull to return became stronger, denying it the chance to feast. For those on the Mac, without sensors, they would only see what was happening via the viewscreen, as the nebula began to collapse in on itself. Exposing the anomaly within only briefly, before a shockwave of radiation and energy shook both the Mac and the Adelante violently. Causing system overload and plunging both ships into darkness. This was the anomaly's final act as it disappeared, the space it occupied returning to normal as if it never existed. [Ens. Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] [...] There were a few tertiary pops and sparks, as he turned to inspect his surroundings. There was a ringing in his ears. He grabbed for the railing nearby to pull himself up, to look around the Bridge. There was a thin layer of smoke lingering above. Some of the panels along the walls were blinking as if trying to clean to life while others were dark. His eyes looked around for familiar faces: Ellis... Baker... Black. "Everyone all right?" he called out, hoping to hear a response. A few coughs followed his own words, as he tried to catch his breath following. His eyes looked down at his own console, seeing that it was flickering as well. He pressed it a few times, but for the moment it was unresponsive. His eyes glanced at the Engineering station, Ops and Tactical as well, wondering if either of them had better luck. [USS Mac - Bridge] There are occasionally moments in a person's life when they can see trouble coming, a gut feeling or sorts, when your instincts are telling you everything's about to go wrong and you had better get the hell out of it's way. Unfortunately, this was not one of those times for Derek. Having taken his eyes off the viewscreen as he increased power to the impulse drive, he'd been taken completely off guard when the shockwave hit. The ship's inertial dampeners were about as effective as wiping with single ply toilet paper, and it wasn't long after Derek picked himself off the deck, patting out embers from his singed uniform, that he realized they were all in the shit. "I'm good. You?" He called back, gingerly peeling away charred threads from his blistery forearms. His neighbour at Ops hadn't fared quite as well when Derek's desktop blew out, a jagged shard of screen polymer jutting from the side of his head. "He's dead." Derek reported, checking vainly for a pulse while looking back at the command centre. "Flick, you there?" He asked, dropping formalities while peering through the dimness to where he'd seen her last. We need to find out what's still working, figure out how badly we're hurt. His eyes stinging from acrid smoke which now filled the room, he forced himself upright, hesitantly taking a few steps to see where else he might be hurting before carefully shifting the Ops officer's body out of his way. "Sorry buddy. We need this more than you do right now..." Derek muttered, hunching over the barely functional console. "Warp core's offline, main power's out...life support's nonfunctional. Sensors, engines, tactical, we're dead in the water." He paused when emergency lights flickered on, bathing their little piece of chaos in a macabre red glow. "Looks like someone's still working in engineering, internal comms are up. Messages coming in from throughout the ship, numerous casualties, emergency bulkheads in place on decks four, seven, eight, twelve, and seventeen. Multiple reports of trapped crew, we need to get those hatches open or life support running, or they'll suffocate." [Felicity Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]"Chief...?" Her response was at first uncertain, her voice quiet amongst the sounds of the snaps and pops of shorts. She blinked into the darkness, eyes drawn to the flickering Ops console next to where her former CMO should have been sitting. There was a pounding in the back of her head that made Felicity feel as though she was being prodded with some blunt object; her thoughts slow, fuzzy, not for a second wondering why she'd slipped back into called Derek 'chief'. As the seconds spun by, she'd begun to piece it together. She'd been standing near the helm when the Mac had been caught in something the nebula had flung at them. There'd been a transmission from the scout ship, something about the composition of the nebula when she'd been knocked back. Her fingers slid into her hair, pressing against the back of her head to make sure she wasn't bleeding. As Derek began to report their status, Felicity pulled herself up off the floor, using one of the command chairs to help her stand. Then they were all bathed in the muted, red light of the emergency alert, and she saw poor Lieutenant Kcilf, his dead body slipping from his spot at Ops and bouncing off the floor beneath him. Her jaw clenched, she forced her eyes away, needing to ascertain the safety of the rest of the crew stationed on the Bridge. "Okay. All bits intact." I think. She neared Derek and watched over his shoulder as he brought up incoming crew reports of damage and casualties. She did not miss the burns on his forearms. From somewhere behind them, Andrews' voice was repeating Derek's locations, urging repair and medical teams to the most badly impacted. =/\= "Bridge to Engineering! How soon can we have life support back online?" =/\= Her next question would be how soon could they get the bloody hell out of there. "Anyone got eyes on -" Baker! The doctor was lying in the middle of the Bridge, unconscious. "She needs help!" As she was moving toward the Commander, Joshua Niles chose that moment to ask her what must have been a burning question, for his timing was impeccable. =/\="Captain Ellis, this is Ensign Niles. Ah, this is a rather odd question, but do you keep a spare uniform in your Ready Room, and might I borrow it for Her Highness?"=/\= Spare... uniform? For the Princess? Had she hit her head harder than she'd thought? =/\= "This is Ellis. What happened to Her Highness' clothes!?" She physically shook herself then, and waved a hand in the air as though dismissing her own question. "You know what, nevermind. I keep a spare dress uniform in the Ready Room." It was highly unnecessary, of course, most people would just replicate whatever they needed, when they needed it. But Felicity had a hawk-eyed mother who just so happened to be an Admiral with a tendency to stop by unannounced. It never hurt to be prepared for all diplomatic eventualities. "The Princess is welcome to whatever she needs. Do any of you require Medical assistance?" =/\=
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Thomas Jett
Civilian
Posts: 136 Likes: 5
Position: Civilian - Captain
Species: Human
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Post by Thomas Jett on May 27, 2020 15:39:45 GMT
[ Observation Lounge Thomas Jett & Princess Victoria ] However, with yet another deep breath, he steadied himself and steeled his voice to not let his confusion come through. "No, Your Highness, this is not normal." That was the most he dared say just yet. Because that kind of a failure was considered catastrophic, and he didn't know anything just yet. However, his mind was racing. On every starship, wherever the Bridge was located had independent power and life support, including emergency backups and those would turn on eventually, so suffocating would not be a problem for some time. Gravity was still working, but if the grav plating was also down, in six hours or so they would be floating around, and that would be making things interesting all right. "And I have no intention of leaving you alone."However, what he did not say, or even let his tone hint at, was that he might have to leave her with someone else while he would attend to his own duties. he was not an engineer, but damage control duty was something every officer had to be ready to engage in. And, of course, just now his commbadge chirped again. This time, it was the Petty Officer he'd relieved on the Bridge. =/\="PO, this is Ensign Niles. Her Highness and Mister Jett are safe in the Observation Lounge. And I need a status report; how bad is it?"=/\=And, just now, the very last thing he needed was a noncom giving him some pushback; and while he was willing to acknowledge that just about everyone on this ship was more experienced than he was, he could not act like an officer of any sort without information to work with. And, there was a minor problem, that of a princess in a thoroughly frilly dress that would be extremely unpleasant to work with if they had to take the Jefferies Tubes at any time... He needed an idea. What else was on this deck? As he was reflecting, he started moving along the bulkheads, gently dragging the princess along, his prosthetic hand tracing them until he found what he was looking for: an emergency compartment. Which, just as luck would have it, happened to be stuck... That is until he struck it with his cybernetic hand to release its cover, and he extracted a tricorder for himself, as well as lights for himself and the Doctor. And then, he had his idea. "Your Highness, we may have to move off this deck, and the turbol..." He cut himself short, as he recalled the difference in their respective technological levels and the possibility of lacking the same terminology. "The elevators are probably down right now. You would need some more appropriate clothes if it comes down to it, and I may know where I can find some on this deck; if there are any, they probably won't fit properly and they will be unlike anything you're used to, but they'll be better-suited to this situation. Doctor, I may have to enlist your assistance in, ah... helping Her Highness out of her dress and into something more... practical."And, what he did not add, was that they had a degree of fire and flash resistance, a non-trivial concern in a damage control situation like this one. So, once more, he tapped his commbadge. This would be... interesting. =/\="Captain Ellis, this is Ensign Niles. Ah, this is a rather odd question, but do you keep a spare uniform in your Ready Room, and might I borrow it for Her Highness?"=/\=
The Princess continued holding Ensign Niles arms tightly as he mentioned that he would not leave her alone. She responded by saying “Thank you” . As she responded she would attempt to rest her head into his shoulder. She heard that this was not normal and she wondered “I wonder what happened?” She said out loud as she looked at the darkness in the room. This was not the norm for her as she was used being on her home planet. This situation was completely different. Space was very different than being on the planet. The Ensigned mentioned that he might want to leave the deck and she might need to change outfits. At first she was surprised that she would be judge differently but then wondered if that was part of the man’s plan. “Where are we going?. She asked after receiving instructions that the elevators were not working. Which makes perfect sense considering the situation. In her world thing would need power to operate so it would not be that much different. The princess nodded as the statement that she might need to change to something more practical. She understood her roles as it was mentioned in the stories that sometimes the princess had to wear….pants. “That’s fine Ensign Niles” . She mentioned as she stopped holding his arm for a second. As she heard the Captain’s voice in the Comm she nodded and said “Looks like we might have a destination…your lead, Sir. . She politely bow to him to indicate that she was willing to follow him. “You remind me of my Royal Guard” . She mentioned as she tried to complement him.
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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 May 27, 2020 17:48:14 GMT
[...] "I'm good. You?" He called back, gingerly peeling away charred threads from his blistery forearms. His neighbour at Ops hadn't fared quite as well when Derek's desktop blew out, a jagged shard of screen polymer jutting from the side of his head. "He's dead." Derek reported, checking vainly for a pulse while looking back at the command centre. "Flick, you there?" He asked, dropping formalities while peering through the dimness to where he'd seen her last. We need to find out what's still working, figure out how badly we're hurt. His eyes stinging from acrid smoke which now filled the room, he forced himself upright, hesitantly taking a few steps to see where else he might be hurting before carefully shifting the Ops officer's body out of his way. "Sorry buddy. We need this more than you do right now..." Derek muttered, hunching over the barely functional console. "Warp core's offline, main power's out...life support's nonfunctional. Sensors, engines, tactical, we're dead in the water." He paused when emergency lights flickered on, bathing their little piece of chaos in a macabre red glow. "Looks like someone's still working in engineering, internal comms are up. Messages coming in from throughout the ship, numerous casualties, emergency bulkheads in place on decks four, seven, eight, twelve, and seventeen. Multiple reports of trapped crew, we need to get those hatches open or life support running, or they'll suffocate."[...] More talking as Laurel tried not to call out in pain, forcing herself to her feet, ignoring the blood that was trickling from somewhere as the emergency power kicked in. Illuminating the dead consoles, the fallen crew and yet instinct kicked in as a report was given by Ensign Black and she knew she needed to get Security to assist with those who were trapped. =/\= Andrews to all available patrols and emergency response teams, please report immediately to the affected areas on decks four, seven, eight, twelve and seventeen =/\= ********* [ Thea - Bridge, USS Mac] One minute she was looking out towards the nebula, the next she had found herself on the floor with no idea how she gotten there. Although she had to admit that the blackness was soothing and her brain decided that she quite liked the quiet it gave her. Of course with her being in this state of utter bliss as if she had no worries or stress, Thea had no idea what was going on around her. Sure there was some part of her that knew she had to wake up but she was liking her dreams right now. [...] Then they were all bathed in the muted, red light of the emergency alert, and she saw poor Lieutenant Kcilf, his dead body slipping from his spot at Ops and bouncing off the floor beneath him. Her jaw clenched, she forced her eyes away, needing to ascertain the safety of the rest of the crew stationed on the Bridge. "Okay. All bits intact." I think. She neared Derek and watched over his shoulder as he brought up incoming crew reports of damage and casualties. She did not miss the burns on his forearms. From somewhere behind them, Andrews' voice was repeating Derek's locations, urging repair and medical teams to the most badly impacted. =/\= "Bridge to Engineering! How soon can we have life support back online?" =/\= Her next question would be how soon could they get the bloody hell out of there. "Anyone got eyes on -" Baker! The doctor was lying in the middle of the Bridge, unconscious. "She needs help!" As she was moving toward the Commander, Joshua Niles chose that moment to ask her what must have been a burning question, for his timing was impeccable. Spare... uniform? For the Princess? Had she hit her head harder than she'd thought? =/\= "This is Ellis. What happened to Her Highness' clothes!?" She physically shook herself then, and waved a hand in the air as though dismissing her own question. "You know what, nevermind. I keep a spare dress uniform in the Ready Room." It was highly unnecessary, of course, most people would just replicate whatever they needed, when they needed it. But Felicity had a hawk-eyed mother who just so happened to be an Admiral with a tendency to stop by unannounced. It never hurt to be prepared for all diplomatic eventualities. "The Princess is welcome to whatever she needs. Do any of you require Medical assistance?" =/\= [Ens. Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] Hearing the first sounds of life on the Bridge was a comfort. The first voice Isaiah heard belonged to the helmsman, Ensign Black. It wasn't a surprise. Isaiah may have just met him, but something about the man seemed to suggest a level of experience with high pressure situations. Of course, as soon as the light of survival reared it's head, so did the cloud of death. Black announced that Kclif was dead. He could hear the man move the body so that he could make use of his station, which apparently had some intermittent power remaining. Isaiah heard more movement around the bridge. The closest to him, was the tactical station, suggesting that Lt. Adams was all right. Isaiah then heard the captain's voice. At the time he didn't pay attention to the names he wasn't used to hearing. Flick. Chief. He was curious whom they were addressing. He recognized Black and the captain's voice respectively. Their connection was a mystery for another time. Isaiah began to feel his way from beyond his station. Right now it was useless. He was more concerned about the voices he'd yet to hear: the engineer that had come to the bridge and.... His attention snapped towards the captain's voice, just around the time emergency lighting replaced itself. He could see Thea on the floor and not moving. Isaiah wasn't a medic, but he did have his initial training before he switched to science. Couple that with the tidbits he'd learned from his father. Still, the help she needed was decks away. He hadn't strayed too far from his own station, and began to feel around for a tricorder. Feeling his hands wrap around it, he quickly pulled it into his grasp and moved towards the Captain. =/\= "Bridge to Sickbay. Medical emergency. CMO is unresponsive. Standby for sit-rep." =/\= It was only a standard tricorder, but it should yield at least enough preliminary information. As he scanned he looked towards the engineering station. The chime of the tricorder drew his attention back to Thea and the readout on the screen. =/\= "Signs of concussion, BP lower than nominal, same with breathing...." =/\= His hand reached down to physically check her pulse. "Baker, can you hear me? Commander Baker?" He was hoping for some sort of response, especially considering the fact that medical teams were probably scattered all over the ship. And the one doctor they had was currently the patient.
Tag: Felicity Ellis , Thea Baker , Derek Black Soft Tags: Damian Oerstadt , Nearby Medical personnel ********** [...] And, as he tried to get his bearings, he got a call. =A= "Lunn here. I'm on my way," =A= he acknowledged. With him, it was always "I", always "me" - he was the hero. He pointed indiscriminately at three subordinates. "You're with me," he told them. Quickly, the group entered Main Engineering: middle-aged Dr. Lunn with his neat white lab coat and receding hairline; youthful Dr. Nelson with a similarly smug air about him and a manbun; and two medics who just wished anyone else was there. "We have arrived," Kece proclaimed. He had come to rescue, and his medics already scanned the unresponsive pair, but the bombastic surgeon expected his hero's welcome. [...] However, what he did not say, or even let his tone hint at, was that he might have to leave her with someone else while he would attend to his own duties. he was not an engineer, but damage control duty was something every officer had to be ready to engage in. And, of course, just now his commbadge chirped again. This time, it was the Petty Officer he'd relieved on the Bridge. =/\="PO, this is Ensign Niles. Her Highness and Mister Jett are safe in the Observation Lounge. And I need a status report; how bad is it?"=/\=[NPC - PO1 S'Riia - Engineering, USS Mac] As her comm badge chimed, S'Riia could hear the chime followed by Ensign Niles' voice. He stated that both Captain Jett and Her Highness were safe. Her Highness? Were they really going with that? =/\= "Understood. Any word on the other six Samarans?" =/\= His answer would certainly determine what her next priority would be. As he inquired about a sit-rep, S'Riia decided to get him the abridged version. =/\= "Power's down all over the ship. Casualties ship-wide as well. The cause is currently unknown, but whatever it was appears to have overloaded nearly every system aboard. Engineering is doing what they can and..." =/\=Her eyes noticed the arrival of Dr. Lunn and several medics. =/\= "Medical teams are moving about the ship seeing to injuries." =/\= She moved only a few steps towards the doctor whom announced his presence with inaudible fanfare. "Thank you, Doctor. Most of the severe cases are here. Those that were able to work and appear to have superficial injuries are working on repairing systems." Her eyes moved towards K'Dex briefly. "Including the really stubborn ones."As for her own injuries, it was possible that some of the singes on her facial fur were likely easily visible, but the degree of burns likely didn't appear as bad as they were initially, thanks to her Gideon heritage. Still, doctors occasionally like to make a fuss over any and every scratch.
Tag: Judith Eastman (Dr. Lunn), Joshua Niles , K'Dex (soft tag)
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Derek Black
Medical
[TI33]
Posts: 48 Likes: 3
Rank: Ensign
Position: Health & Safety Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Derek Black on May 27, 2020 23:11:07 GMT
[Felicity Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]"Anyone got eyes on -" Baker! The doctor was lying in the middle of the Bridge, unconscious. "She needs help!" As she was moving toward the Commander, Joshua Niles chose that moment to ask her what must have been a burning question, for his timing was impeccable. S pare... uniform? For the Princess? Had she hit her head harder than she'd thought?=/\= "This is Ellis. What happened to Her Highness' clothes!?" She physically shook herself then, and waved a hand in the air as though dismissing her own question. "You know what, nevermind. I keep a spare dress uniform in the Ready Room." It was highly unnecessary, of course, most people would just replicate whatever they needed, when they needed it. But Felicity had a hawk-eyed mother who just so happened to be an Admiral with a tendency to stop by unannounced. It never hurt to be prepared for all diplomatic eventualities. "The Princess is welcome to whatever she needs. Do any of you require Medical assistance?" =/\= [Ens. Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] =/\= "Bridge to Sickbay. Medical emergency. CMO is unresponsive. Standby for sit-rep." =/\= It was only a standard tricorder, but it should yield at least enough preliminary information. As he scanned he looked towards the engineering station. The chime of the tricorder drew his attention back to Thea and the readout on the screen. =/\= "Signs of concussion, BP lower than nominal, same with breathing...." =/\= His hand reached down to physically check her pulse. "Baker, can you hear me? Commander Baker?" He was hoping for some sort of response, especially considering the fact that medical teams were probably scattered all over the ship. And the one doctor they had was currently the patient. [USS Mac - Bridge] Turning at Felicity's exclamation, with the better illumination, he saw firsthand the commander's position down on the deck. Gingerly stepping over the body which he'd had to move earlier, Derek hurried to a nearby bulkhead where he hoped would be an emergency locker. It wasn't much, but a few hand beacons and a medical kit would be better than nothing. Quinn's report was mildly reassuring, in the fact that Baker was still alive. The lower BP and breathing were a bit more concerning, and put some urgency in his movements. Passing by Flick, he reached out to lightly squeeze her elbow before reaching their unresponsive CMO. "I've got her, tackle the next solution."Cracking the case open, Derek used a medical tricorder to confirm Isaiah's previous readings as he knelt beside him. "Nasty bump on the back of her head. She has a slow subarachnoid bleed and the beginnings of cushing's reflex, you'll see a widening pulse point on that blood pressure soon. I can stabilize her, but she'll need surgery sooner rather than later." He had very limited drugs in the compact medkit, only a small one which still had it's manufactory seal, but he did find trianoline and injected her with 0.5ccs, holding back a second dose just incase. "Do we have any neurospecialists onboard?" Derek asked, watching her vitals carefully before pulling out the remaining vials in search for an anti-convulsant. The closest he had was a general anesthetic, but it might do the job if Baker seized. "I'm venturing an educated guess that transporters are down, but if the shuttlecraft weren't running, maybe they might not have been affected by whatever hit us. We may be able to use their transport systems for limited site-to-site transfers with some modifications."
Tag Felicity Ellis Isaiah Quinn Thea Baker
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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 May 28, 2020 20:12:39 GMT
[...] =/\= "This is Ellis. What happened to Her Highness' clothes!?" She physically shook herself then, and waved a hand in the air as though dismissing her own question. "You know what, nevermind. I keep a spare dress uniform in the Ready Room." It was highly unnecessary, of course, most people would just replicate whatever they needed, when they needed it. But Felicity had a hawk-eyed mother who just so happened to be an Admiral with a tendency to stop by unannounced. It never hurt to be prepared for all diplomatic eventualities. "The Princess is welcome to whatever she needs. Do any of you require Medical assistance?" =/\= [ Observation Lounge Thomas Jett & Princess Victoria ] The Princess continued holding Ensign Niles arms tightly as he mentioned that he would not leave her alone. She responded by saying “Thank you” . As she responded she would attempt to rest her head into his shoulder. She heard that this was not normal and she wondered “I wonder what happened?” She said out loud as she looked at the darkness in the room. This was not the norm for her as she was used being on her home planet. This situation was completely different. Space was very different than being on the planet. The Ensigned mentioned that he might want to leave the deck and she might need to change outfits. At first she was surprised that she would be judge differently but then wondered if that was part of the man’s plan. “Where are we going?. She asked after receiving instructions that the elevators were not working. Which makes perfect sense considering the situation. In her world thing would need power to operate so it would not be that much different. The princess nodded as the statement that she might need to change to something more practical. She understood her roles as it was mentioned in the stories that sometimes the princess had to wear….pants. “That’s fine Ensign Niles” . She mentioned as she stopped holding his arm for a second. As she heard the Captain’s voice in the Comm she nodded and said “Looks like we might have a destination…your lead, Sir. . She politely bow to him to indicate that she was willing to follow him. “You remind me of my Royal Guard” . She mentioned as she tried to complement him. [Ens. Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] Hearing the first sounds of life on the Bridge was a comfort. The first voice Isaiah heard belonged to the helmsman, Ensign Black. It wasn't a surprise. Isaiah may have just met him, but something about the man seemed to suggest a level of experience with high pressure situations. Of course, as soon as the light of survival reared it's head, so did the cloud of death. Black announced that Kclif was dead. He could hear the man move the body so that he could make use of his station, which apparently had some intermittent power remaining. Isaiah heard more movement around the bridge. The closest to him, was the tactical station, suggesting that Lt. Adams was all right. Isaiah then heard the captain's voice. At the time he didn't pay attention to the names he wasn't used to hearing. Flick. Chief. He was curious whom they were addressing. He recognized Black and the captain's voice respectively. Their connection was a mystery for another time. Isaiah began to feel his way from beyond his station. Right now it was useless. He was more concerned about the voices he'd yet to hear: the engineer that had come to the bridge and.... His attention snapped towards the captain's voice, just around the time emergency lighting replaced itself. He could see Thea on the floor and not moving. Isaiah wasn't a medic, but he did have his initial training before he switched to science. Couple that with the tidbits he'd learned from his father. Still, the help she needed was decks away. He hadn't strayed too far from his own station, and began to feel around for a tricorder. Feeling his hands wrap around it, he quickly pulled it into his grasp and moved towards the Captain. =/\= "Bridge to Sickbay. Medical emergency. CMO is unresponsive. Standby for sit-rep." =/\= It was only a standard tricorder, but it should yield at least enough preliminary information. As he scanned he looked towards the engineering station. The chime of the tricorder drew his attention back to Thea and the readout on the screen. =/\= "Signs of concussion, BP lower than nominal, same with breathing...." =/\= His hand reached down to physically check her pulse. "Baker, can you hear me? Commander Baker?" He was hoping for some sort of response, especially considering the fact that medical teams were probably scattered all over the ship. And the one doctor they had was currently the patient. ********** [NPC - PO1 S'Riia - Engineering, USS Mac] As her comm badge chimed, S'Riia could hear the chime followed by Ensign Niles' voice. He stated that both Captain Jett and Her Highness were safe. Her Highness? Were they really going with that? =/\= "Understood. Any word on the other six Samarans?" =/\= His answer would certainly determine what her next priority would be. As he inquired about a sit-rep, S'Riia decided to get him the abridged version. =/\= "Power's down all over the ship. Casualties ship-wide as well. The cause is currently unknown, but whatever it was appears to have overloaded nearly every system aboard. Engineering is doing what they can and..." =/\=Her eyes noticed the arrival of Dr. Lunn and several medics. =/\= "Medical teams are moving about the ship seeing to injuries." =/\= She moved only a few steps towards the doctor whom announced his presence with inaudible fanfare. "Thank you, Doctor. Most of the severe cases are here. Those that were able to work and appear to have superficial injuries are working on repairing systems." Her eyes moved towards K'Dex briefly. "Including the really stubborn ones."As for her own injuries, it was possible that some of the singes on her facial fur were likely easily visible, but the degree of burns likely didn't appear as bad as they were initially, thanks to her Gideon heritage. Still, doctors occasionally like to make a fuss over any and every scratch. [ Ens Joshua Niles - Observation Lounge > Bridge, USS Mac ] Joshua had to steel himself not to flinch when the princess, the rather attractive if rather naive and apparently sheltered princess at that, rested her head on his shoulder. Well, she needed what comfort and safety she could get, and, well, looked like he was it for the time being. And given the circumstances, he could not even find it within himself to take issue with the Captain saddling him with that duty... not that he could enjoy the contact either; at least not with that kind of an emergency going on, no matter what fiction books, movies or holonovels might suggest. And, as information came to him, he started to form an idea of what was going on. Widespread power loss; not something he could particularly help with given his skillset, and there was a uniform to put the princess on in the Captain's Ready Room. All right, he had a plan for now. "Your Highness, as you've heard we're in the middle of an engineering emergency, so in the meantime, we are going to head to Captain Ellis' Ready Room, where you will have to change into her dress uniform. It's not as... practical as the daily duty dress, but it's a lot more mobile than your dress. And if things get worse, our uniforms do provide a degree of protection from the hazards we might encounter. And given the casualties shipwide and the state of emergency, unfortunately, neither Doctor Sren nor Yeoman Hill will be able to assist you at this time." There really was no nice way to address this, and he was not about to sugar-coat things at this time. This was a bad situation all around, and as someone untrained and unprepared, well, she could be a hazard in her own right. Though, when she likened him to one of her guards, he couldn't help but grin, albeit briefly. "Well, part of my job is to protect you, Your Highness. And right now, part of that is getting you into some attire that will allow you to move easier, and get ready to get elsewhere on the ship if required."And, with her clear blessing, he made for the door, just as the emergency lights came on. Well, that was a blessing, meaning he would not have to force the door, and it was walking at a brisk pace, shepherding the princess all the way, that he then made for the Bridge and its total pandemonium. However, he did not stop nor slow down, focusing singly on the immediate task before him and took the princess to Captain Ellis' private office, where he wasted little time in finding the small locker near her personal head, and withdrew the white dress uniform... and removed the rank pips, only to leave them on the desk. "Highness, I need to ask you to get changed, and then I would need you to stay in here for now, you will be safe."However, what he did not say, nor even allow his tone to betray, was that for now she would be out of the way while things were being addressed. "However, if there is a need to see you taken anywhere else, odds are, I will be the one coming for you. If not, be assured, I will make myself available to be at your disposal, as your liaison to the ship, as quickly as possible."Well, he was one of Mac's officers, and while looking after a VIP in the middle of an emergency was important, the priority was the ship, always the ship. So, exiting the Ready Room, he made directly for the second Tactical station. Teams were being dispatched to where crewmen were trapped, that was a good start, and he immediately started what diagnosis he could on the weapons systems... because there was one that worried him, as it damn well should. "All torpedo bays read stable on independent power, launch and handling systems are down, but containment on the warheads is stable."
Tags: Felicity Ellis , Thea Baker, Thomas Jett Soft tag: Remainder of bridge personnel
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K'Dex
Engineering/Ops
[TI20]
Posts: 50 Likes: 2
Rank: Ensign
Position: Engineering
Species: Caitian
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Post by K'Dex on May 28, 2020 21:17:33 GMT
[...] "Warp core's offline, main power's out...life support's nonfunctional. Sensors, engines, tactical, we're dead in the water." He paused when emergency lights flickered on, bathing their little piece of chaos in a macabre red glow. "Looks like someone's still working in engineering, internal comms are up. Messages coming in from throughout the ship, numerous casualties, emergency bulkheads in place on decks four, seven, eight, twelve, and seventeen. Multiple reports of trapped crew, we need to get those hatches open or life support running, or they'll suffocate."[...] More talking as Laurel tried not to call out in pain, forcing herself to her feet, ignoring the blood that was trickling from somewhere as the emergency power kicked in. Illuminating the dead consoles, the fallen crew and yet instinct kicked in as a report was given by Ensign Black and she knew she needed to get Security to assist with those who were trapped. =/\= Andrews to all available patrols and emergency response teams, please report immediately to the affected areas on decks four, seven, eight, twelve and seventeen =/\= [...] =/\= "Bridge to Engineering! How soon can we have life support back online?" =/\= Her next question would be how soon could they get the bloody hell out of there. [...] He pointed indiscriminately at three subordinates. "You're with me," he told them. Quickly, the group entered Main Engineering: middle-aged Dr. Lunn with his neat white lab coat and receding hairline; youthful Dr. Nelson with a similarly smug air about him and a manbun; and two medics who just wished anyone else was there. "We have arrived," Kece proclaimed. He had come to rescue, and his medics already scanned the unresponsive pair, but the bombastic surgeon expected his hero's welcome. [...] However, what he did not say, or even let his tone hint at, was that he might have to leave her with someone else while he would attend to his own duties. he was not an engineer, but damage control duty was something every officer had to be ready to engage in. And, of course, just now his commbadge chirped again. This time, it was the Petty Officer he'd relieved on the Bridge. =/\="PO, this is Ensign Niles. Her Highness and Mister Jett are safe in the Observation Lounge. And I need a status report; how bad is it?"=/\=[NPC - PO1 S'Riia - Engineering, USS Mac] As her comm badge chimed, S'Riia could hear the chime followed by Ensign Niles' voice. He stated that both Captain Jett and Her Highness were safe. Her Highness? Were they really going with that? =/\= "Understood. Any word on the other six Samarans?" =/\= His answer would certainly determine what her next priority would be. As he inquired about a sit-rep, S'Riia decided to get him the abridged version. =/\= "Power's down all over the ship. Casualties ship-wide as well. The cause is currently unknown, but whatever it was appears to have overloaded nearly every system aboard. Engineering is doing what they can and..." =/\=Her eyes noticed the arrival of Dr. Lunn and several medics. =/\= "Medical teams are moving about the ship seeing to injuries." =/\= She moved only a few steps towards the doctor whom announced his presence with inaudible fanfare. "Thank you, Doctor. Most of the severe cases are here. Those that were able to work and appear to have superficial injuries are working on repairing systems." Her eyes moved towards K'Dex briefly. "Including the really stubborn ones."As for her own injuries, it was possible that some of the singes on her facial fur were likely easily visible, but the degree of burns likely didn't appear as bad as they were initially, thanks to her Gideon heritage. Still, doctors occasionally like to make a fuss over any and every scratch.
Tag: Judith Eastman (Dr. Lunn), Joshua Niles , K'Dex (soft tag) [Engineering, USS Mac] K'Dex glanced for a second as the new arrivals. "Doctor, urgent patients have not been moved and are taped out for you, the rest are by the door." He turned back around, ignoring further distractions, including what sounded like the security officer referring to him. But his mind began to tunnel, taking in the information from the diagnostic. His mind began to separate the damage reports into severity, focusing on need. Phaser Arrays fused. Non-operational. Holodecks fused. Non-operational. Main Computer Core - Damaged. Secondary functionality suspended. Auxiliary Computer Core - Minor Damage - Some functionality suspended. Emergency Capacitance Array - Minor Damage - Some functionality suspended. Sensor Arrays - Lateral Sensors Damaged. All sensors currently non-functional. Main Deflector - Moderate Damage. Non-functional. K'Dex expanded the Emergency Capacitance Array report, reading the damage. He hissed in annoyance. The minor damage meant that they were leaking emergency power, though not necessarily at seriously dangerous levels. But, because that had been damaged, emergency bulkheads were sealed, with no remote overrides available. He skimmed the rest of the reports, mostly downed systems due to running on emergency power. However, the main computer core protocols were intact, and the auxiliary core could supplement most secondary system protocols. Time to give out orders and send reports. =/\= Engineering to rescue teams, take cutter and breach tools, emergency bulkheads are currently sealed. Main Engineering to Engineers and Damage Control Teams, focus efforts on the primary conduits and main deflector.=/\= He turned and gave a sharp, aggressive yowl into the Main Engineering room to get attention. "Whoever is still able to work, we are doing a cold core start first, then we need to code in secondary functions from the Auxiliary Computer Core to the Primary."K'Dex didn't bother to see if his efforts to rally them were in effect, he had to much to do. He began his work however with rerouting emergency power where he could, prioritizing emergency shields, then life support only in the areas cut off by the emergency bulkheads. He hissed, the worst hiss he'd given in the past hour, as it refused to let him route life support past deadlocked bulkheads without secondary protocols active. He clawed at the screen in front of him, knowing it wouldn't scratch the surface, but it'd make him feel better. Think, think... Without the secondary protocols, there wasn't anything the computer would let him do besides activating and deactivating systems. Frustrated, he pushed emergency power towards life support in the only partially damaged and undamaged areas, for whatever good that would do. =/\= "K'Dex to Bridge. Engineering Report - Life support to the sealed areas will be... He thought through what they had to do. ... 20 minutes. Warp Core online in 10 minutes, which will reactivate most systems, partial sensors, torpedos, transporters, most of the computer system, and impulse. Main Deflector is down, repair time unknown. Until that's fixed, I wouldn't try warp."=/\= He turned to S'Riia. "We may need security officers to help cut through the emergency bulkheads." He said as a suggestion, before turning and carefully walking to the warp core, preparing it for activation, his left arm carefully avoiding his side, with sharp breathing as air blew past his burn.
Tags Felicity Ellis Isaiah Quinn Soft Tag Judith Eastman , Bridge
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on May 28, 2020 22:27:59 GMT
[NPC - PO1 S'Riia - Engineering, USS Mac] As her comm badge chimed, S'Riia could hear the chime followed by Ensign Niles' voice. He stated that both Captain Jett and Her Highness were safe. Her Highness? Were they really going with that? =/\= "Understood. Any word on the other six Samarans?" =/\= His answer would certainly determine what her next priority would be. As he inquired about a sit-rep, S'Riia decided to get him the abridged version. =/\= "Power's down all over the ship. Casualties ship-wide as well. The cause is currently unknown, but whatever it was appears to have overloaded nearly every system aboard. Engineering is doing what they can and..." =/\=Her eyes noticed the arrival of Dr. Lunn and several medics. =/\= "Medical teams are moving about the ship seeing to injuries." =/\= She moved only a few steps towards the doctor whom announced his presence with inaudible fanfare. "Thank you, Doctor. Most of the severe cases are here. Those that were able to work and appear to have superficial injuries are working on repairing systems." Her eyes moved towards K'Dex briefly. "Including the really stubborn ones."As for her own injuries, it was possible that some of the singes on her facial fur were likely easily visible, but the degree of burns likely didn't appear as bad as they were initially, thanks to her Gideon heritage. Still, doctors occasionally like to make a fuss over any and every scratch.
Tag: Judith Eastman (Dr. Lunn), Joshua Niles , K'Dex (soft tag) [Engineering, USS Mac] K'Dex glanced for a second as the new arrivals. "Doctor, urgent patients have not been moved and are taped out for you, the rest are by the door." He turned back around, ignoring further distractions, including what sounded like the security officer referring to him. But his mind began to tunnel, taking in the information from the diagnostic. His mind began to separate the damage reports into severity, focusing on need. Phaser Arrays fused. Non-operational. Holodecks fused. Non-operational. Main Computer Core - Damaged. Secondary functionality suspended. Auxiliary Computer Core - Minor Damage - Some functionality suspended. Emergency Capacitance Array - Minor Damage - Some functionality suspended. Sensor Arrays - Lateral Sensors Damaged. All sensors currently non-functional. Main Deflector - Moderate Damage. Non-functional. K'Dex expanded the Emergency Capacitance Array report, reading the damage. He hissed in annoyance. The minor damage meant that they were leaking emergency power, though not necessarily at seriously dangerous levels. But, because that had been damaged, emergency bulkheads were sealed, with no remote overrides available. He skimmed the rest of the reports, mostly downed systems due to running on emergency power. However, the main computer core protocols were intact, and the auxiliary core could supplement most secondary system protocols. Time to give out orders and send reports. =/\= Engineering to rescue teams, take cutter and breach tools, emergency bulkheads are currently sealed. Main Engineering to Engineers and Damage Control Teams, focus efforts on the primary conduits and main deflector.=/\= He turned and gave a sharp, aggressive yowl into the Main Engineering room to get attention. "Whoever is still able to work, we are doing a cold core start first, then we need to code in secondary functions from the Auxiliary Computer Core to the Primary."K'Dex didn't bother to see if his efforts to rally them were in effect, he had to much to do. He began his work however with rerouting emergency power where he could, prioritizing emergency shields, then life support only in the areas cut off by the emergency bulkheads. He hissed, the worst hiss he'd given in the past hour, as it refused to let him route life support past deadlocked bulkheads without secondary protocols active. He clawed at the screen in front of him, knowing it wouldn't scratch the surface, but it'd make him feel better. Think, think... Without the secondary protocols, there wasn't anything the computer would let him do besides activating and deactivating systems. Frustrated, he pushed emergency power towards life support in the only partially damaged and undamaged areas, for whatever good that would do. =/\= "K'Dex to Bridge. Engineering Report - Life support to the sealed areas will be... He thought through what they had to do. ... 20 minutes. Warp Core online in 10 minutes, which will reactivate most systems, partial sensors, torpedos, transporters, most of the computer system, and impulse. Main Deflector is down, repair time unknown. Until that's fixed, I wouldn't try warp."=/\= He turned to S'Riia. "We may need security officers to help cut through the emergency bulkheads." He said as a suggestion, before turning and carefully walking to the warp core, preparing it for activation, his left arm carefully avoiding his side, with sharp breathing as air blew past his burn.
Tags Felicity Ellis Isaiah Quinn Soft Tag Judith Eastman , Bridge [NPCs - Dr. (Lt.) Kece Lunn, Dr. (Lt. j.g.) Darby Leslie Flavius Nelson III, Others - Main Engineering]The medics scanned both of the unconscious individuals. "This one's inhaled smoke into both lungs and passed out. There are lacerations as well, and a dislocated shoulder," one of them announced. "This one has no lifesigns," the other proclaimed. The deceased was an older human, a CPO by rank. "Triage the remaining patients," Kece ordered. The medics dispersed. Most patients just needed a little bit of care from a dermal regenerator, a tri-ox shot, and were promptly ambulatory and ready to work for a bit. From experience, they wouldn't report back to Sickbay for proper care of their own volition. "I need a volunteer to retrieve a bodybag!" Kece hollered at them. "Without one, this body will stay here awhile."Darby, meanwhile, lazily approached the Caitian Ensign who appeared wounded. "Ensign, I'm a Doctor. You need treatment," the brash young man proclaimed.
Tag K'Dex , soft tag Isaiah Quinn (S'Riia)
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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 May 28, 2020 23:40:34 GMT
[...] Cracking the case open, Derek used a medical tricorder to confirm Isaiah's previous readings as he knelt beside him. "Nasty bump on the back of her head. She has a slow subarachnoid bleed and the beginnings of cushing's reflex, you'll see a widening pulse point on that blood pressure soon. I can stabilize her, but she'll need surgery sooner rather than later." He had very limited drugs in the compact medkit, only a small one which still had it's manufactory seal, but he did find trianoline and injected her with 0.5ccs, holding back a second dose just incase. "Do we have any neurospecialists onboard?" Derek asked, watching her vitals carefully before pulling out the remaining vials in search for an anti-convulsant. The closest he had was a general anesthetic, but it might do the job if Baker seized. "I'm venturing an educated guess that transporters are down, but if the shuttlecraft weren't running, maybe they might not have been affected by whatever hit us. We may be able to use their transport systems for limited site-to-site transfers with some modifications."[...] Well, he was one of Mac's officers, and while looking after a VIP in the middle of an emergency was important, the priority was the ship, always the ship. So, exiting the Ready Room, he made directly for the second Tactical station. Teams were being dispatched to where crewmen were trapped, that was a good start, and he immediately started what diagnosis he could on the weapons systems... because there was one that worried him, as it damn well should. "All torpedo bays read stable on independent power, launch and handling systems are down, but containment on the warheads is stable."[...] =/\= "K'Dex to Bridge. Engineering Report - Life support to the sealed areas will be... He thought through what they had to do. ... 20 minutes. Warp Core online in 10 minutes, which will reactivate most systems, partial sensors, torpedos, transporters, most of the computer system, and impulse. Main Deflector is down, repair time unknown. Until that's fixed, I wouldn't try warp."=/\= He turned to S'Riia. "We may need security officers to help cut through the emergency bulkheads." He said as a suggestion, before turning and carefully walking to the warp core, preparing it for activation, his left arm carefully avoiding his side, with sharp breathing as air blew past his burn. [NPCs - Dr. (Lt.) Kece Lunn, Dr. (Lt. j.g.) Darby Leslie Flavius Nelson III, Others - Main Engineering]The medics scanned both of the unconscious individuals. "This one's inhaled smoke into both lungs and passed out. There are lacerations as well, and a dislocated shoulder," one of them announced. "This one has no lifesigns," the other proclaimed. The deceased was an older human, a CPO by rank. "Triage the remaining patients," Kece ordered. The medics dispersed. Most patients just needed a little bit of care from a dermal regenerator, a tri-ox shot, and were promptly ambulatory and ready to work for a bit. From experience, they wouldn't report back to Sickbay for proper care of their own volition. "I need a volunteer to retrieve a bodybag!" Kece hollered at them. "Without one, this body will stay here awhile."Darby, meanwhile, lazily approached the Caitian Ensign who appeared wounded. "Ensign, I'm a Doctor. You need treatment," the brash young man proclaimed. [Ens. Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] Isaiah was soon joined by Ensign Black, whom had located a med kit. He seemed to take over with a diagnosis of his own. Just listening to the Black, he could tell that the man had medical training, certainly much more than Isaiah had. Yet, the more he spoke, the clearer the image of Thea's current health became. And it was a unsettling to say the least. He didn't like the sound of the bleed, nor the notion that surgery was necessary. The young scientist lowered his head, still focusing on the doctor who wasn't responding. Had this been his fault? Perhaps he should have simply made the suggestion to the captain that venturing further wasn't feasible. There had certainly been enough evidence to argue that instead of attempting to venture further. Whatever guilt he may have been feeling, he knew he had to set it aside. There was a new problem in front of them, and that was the one he needed to work. The only problem was in order to know how to solve one problem, learning what had knocked out their systems would have been helpful. Niles had reappeared on the bridge. He mentioned that the torpedo bays had an independent power source. Of course, would Sickbay be in any condition to carry out such a procedure. There was also Black's question of whether there was a neurosurgeon on board. "How long can you keep her stable?" he asked. He felt as if he were simply trying to barter for more time. Yet it seemed to be the best they could do... at least until the call came in from Engineering. 10 minutes. If they could find a way to keep her stable for ten more minutes, they stood a chance of seeing Thea through this safely. And at present, it seemed the bulk of that responsibility could weigh on Ensign Black, at least until a medical team made their way to the bridge. And trying to navigate through the gangway was anything but ideal.
Tag: Felicity Ellis (soft), Thea Baker (soft), Derek Black , Damian Oerstadt (soft), Joshua Niles (soft) ********** [NPC - PO1 S'Riia - Engineering, USS Mac] S'Riia watched as the medical team moved throughout Main Engineering, tending to the wounded. It somehow began to feel like they actually stood a chance of overcoming all of this chaos. K'Dex informed her that security could be of use in helping to cut through some of the emergency bulkheads. She didn't doubt its necessity, but it could just have easily been the Caitian's way to excuse her from Engineering. Especially as Dr. Nelson approached K'Dex to treat the ensign. "Aye, sir," S'Riia said leaving Dr. Lunn and the rest of his team to work their magic. She had barely made it to the exit of Engineering when her comm badge chimed. It was Dolan. Apparently, he and Bishop had managed to secure the rest of the Samarans. A medical team was looking them over, but they appeared fine as well. =/\= "Acknowledged. S'Riia out." =/\= It was certainly a relief that their immediate safety was no longer a concern. Not to mention the security risk having them unattended posed. S'Riia spied another team securing their gear as they prepared to venture out. She walked over briefly to see the work orders that had come in. "You two are heading towards Deck 17?" she asked. One of them nodded. "Good. You're with me. Let's go. she said as she began to lead the pair out of Engineering.
S'Riia Exit; Soft Tag Judith Eastman (Dr. Lunn & co.), K'Dex
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Thea Baker
Command
[TI12]
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Rank: Captain
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Species: Human
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Post by Thea Baker on May 30, 2020 17:24:33 GMT
[ Lt Amelia Regan - Bridge, USS Mac] Once the call from the Bridge had filtered through and with other teams busy dealing with casualties, Amelia had been dispatched along with two others from one of the response teams, in order to deal with the emergency. Although to hear that it was the CMO and that she was unresponsive had made the Lieutenant's blood run cold and could only hope that they would get there before it was too late. That in itself would prove to be difficult what with the ship on emergency power, but that didn't stop the small med team from climbing up via the jefferies tubes, until they reached Deck 1 and were soon able to access the Bridge. Readjusting her uniform and the medkit that she carried, Amelia immediately turned to the situation at hand, as she saw the prone form of the CMO and the people gathered around her. " We got here as soon as we could, what's the CMO's status and is it possible for a site to site transport yet?" Amelia asked as she approached the group. Given that it was an emergency, she needed to know their options, especially with having to get Thea back to Sickbay.
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Derek Black
Medical
[TI33]
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Rank: Ensign
Position: Health & Safety Officer
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Post by Derek Black on May 31, 2020 1:52:37 GMT
[Ens. Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] Isaiah was soon joined by Ensign Black, whom had located a med kit. He seemed to take over with a diagnosis of his own. Just listening to the Black, he could tell that the man had medical training, certainly much more than Isaiah had. Yet, the more he spoke, the clearer the image of Thea's current health became. And it was a unsettling to say the least. He didn't like the sound of the bleed, nor the notion that surgery was necessary. The young scientist lowered his head, still focusing on the doctor who wasn't responding. Had this been his fault? Perhaps he should have simply made the suggestion to the captain that venturing further wasn't feasible. There had certainly been enough evidence to argue that instead of attempting to venture further. Whatever guilt he may have been feeling, he knew he had to set it aside. There was a new problem in front of them, and that was the one he needed to work. The only problem was in order to know how to solve one problem, learning what had knocked out their systems would have been helpful. Niles had reappeared on the bridge. He mentioned that the torpedo bays had an independent power source. Of course, would Sickbay be in any condition to carry out such a procedure. There was also Black's question of whether there was a neurosurgeon on board. "How long can you keep her stable?" he asked. He felt as if he were simply trying to barter for more time. Yet it seemed to be the best they could do... at least until the call came in from Engineering. 10 minutes. If they could find a way to keep her stable for ten more minutes, they stood a chance of seeing Thea through this safely. And at present, it seemed the bulk of that responsibility could weigh on Ensign Black, at least until a medical team made their way to the bridge. And trying to navigate through the gangway was anything but ideal. [USS Mac - Bridge] Derek placed the tricorder ontop of Baker's chest, watching it rise and fall gently with her breathing. Looking up at Quinn, he gave the young ensign a reassuring smile, noting the increasing concern his voice. "Long enough, Isaiah. I've seen much worse wounded before, we'll get her below soon and fixed up." A soft repetitive trilling from the device was enough for Derek to manage her vitals, so he tapped Quinn on the arm. "Come on, let's see if we can give the skipper a hand."[ Lt Amelia Regan - Bridge, USS Mac] Once the call from the Bridge had filtered through and with other teams busy dealing with casualties, Amelia had been dispatched along with two others from one of the response teams, in order to deal with the emergency. Although to hear that it was the CMO and that she was unresponsive had made the Lieutenant's blood run cold and could only hope that they would get there before it was too late. That in itself would prove to be difficult what with the ship on emergency power, but that didn't stop the small med team from climbing up via the jefferies tubes, until they reached Deck 1 and were soon able to access the Bridge. Readjusting her uniform and the medkit that she carried, Amelia immediately turned to the situation at hand, as she saw the prone form of the CMO and the people gathered around her. " We got here as soon as we could, what's the CMO's status and is it possible for a site to site transport yet?" Amelia asked as she approached the group. Given that it was an emergency, she needed to know their options, especially with having to get Thea back to Sickbay. "I wish I had that stamina again." Derek noted, admiring the lieutenant's ability to clamber up seven decks and not be out of breath. "She fell from standing, seems to have struck her head on the edge of the step there. Moderate sized contusion noted on her occipital region, minor laceration, bleeding's self controlled. On further assessment, scan revealed a posterior subarachnoid hemorrhage and slowly increasing ICP. Currently unresponsive, vitals stabilized with 0.5cc of trianoline, I'd advise keeping her sedated until ready for surgery, keep that heartrate down to minimize the hemorrhagic rate. As for the transporters, Engineering reported they might have main power restored in about ten minutes, but as to when system checks are complete..." He gave her a shrug, and then pointed out the other wounded to be triaged. "The lieutenant there was struck by shrapnel from a console which exploded, major penetrating trauma to his right temporal region incompatible with life. There are a few others with minor to moderate injuries, I haven't had a chance to check over everyone else yet."
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Thea Baker
Command
[TI12]
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Rank: Captain
Position: Commanding Officer
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Post by Thea Baker on May 31, 2020 20:35:24 GMT
[ Lt Amelia Regan - Bridge, USS Mac] The comment about stamina did make Amelia blush slightly, but the medic quickly recovered as Ensign Black filled her in, on the status of the unconscious CMO. It wasn't an uncommon injury to suffer due to the nature of both the fall and circumstances that they had found themselves in and made a mental note of the suggestion that Black had made regarding Thea before any surgery took place. The Lieutenant appreciated his obvious experience in such matters. " Understood, we'll definitely do that" Amelia replied, before Black updated her on the transporters. As much as it would be the quickest way to get Thea to Sickbay, Amelia would have to think of a plan B as they didn't know how long it would take for the system checks to be complete. " Okay in that case, we may have to physically carry her and use the turbolift". When Black then indicated to the others that would need triage, Amelia's heart sank and a solemn look was given at the news of the fallen officer, before acknowledging the flight officer. With that the med team dispersed to treat those with minor injuries, with recommendations made to call by Sickbay for follow ups, then a plan was made to take the CMO off the Bridge safely.
Several Hours Later ........
After a successful rescue effort, those who had been trapped were freed and all casualties were sent to Sickbay, where they joined the CMO who had not long undergone emergency surgery and was expected to make a full recovery. Although Thea wasn't exactly the model patient as she wanted to get back to work and help until she was reminded of what she had gone through, so reluctantly agreed to rest. Meanwhile repairs to the Mac continued as the order was given to return to Front Ear, with only reports as to what they had encountered, including sensor data prior to the loss of sensors and the probes. Not to mention the damage caused to both ship and crew, a list of the fallen, witness statements, one Princess and a mystery that may never be solved. End of Mission
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