Elijah Azaria
Medical
[TI33]
Posts: 39 Likes: 2
Rank: Ensign
Species: Human
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Post by Elijah Azaria on Jul 1, 2020 12:37:47 GMT
[Sickbay - Deck 7 Elijah almost growled in frustration, showing more genuine emotion on his face than he had in years. He thought about talking back, thought about how he could disarm the phaser at his neck; recalling the moves from many intensive years of self-defence. But he didn’t trust the ruffians not to harm anyone else over his actions. He raised his hand again in surrender, hoping this move would calm the criminal - Benor - down.
“Okay,” Elijah said, schooling his features once more. Stoic. He knew Chief Baker would be better to treat the patient, even if she had to do so alone. Unfortunately, even that wasn’t to happen as another of the criminals started saying something about wings - and Elijah was instructed to move by the Arkarian at his back. He kept his eyes focussed on Chief Baker as she was grabbed, and complied with the orders. Perhaps once they were away from other possible casualties, he could act upon his earlier thoughts of defence.
Tags to Thea Baker Kaya Som
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Alex Graham
Flight Control
Posts: 37 Likes: 0
Rank: Crewman
Position: Flight control officer
Species: Human
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Post by Alex Graham on Jul 1, 2020 15:19:56 GMT
[Main Engineering -> Battle Bridge] K'Dex nodded to the Chief, and gathered a quick PADD before standing still. "Transporter Room 3, beam me out of Engineering please." He said into his Comm, keeping the Engineering lockdown secure. He nodded briefly to the officer at the transporter station before departing the transporter room, and walking briskly to the battle bridge. As he entered, he spied the commander and the ensign he was to be working with, nodding in respect. "Chief Ozu sent me to help security and scan for the intruders. Are there any significant biological differences we can exploit in scanning for?" he said as he took his place at the engineering station, and began scanning through the data they had, his left paw setting down the PADD and letting his claws clack against the console screen. "Internal sensors are down across decks 7 through 10. We could try using sensors from one of the shuttles in the main shuttle bay, but the internal ship structure would prevent more than very basic data. Possibly it would give us an indication of where people are located though. If we can correlate that to signals from comm badges on a broadband comm ping, we can at least separate crew from civilians. Or the prisoners." His eyes narrowed as he examined the most recent commands from the bridge and comm chatter, bringing him up to speed. "We're thinking they're going to the bridge? If so, I could divert some power from the consoles to force fields as ways to box them in for security." [Lt. (j.g.) Isaiah Quinn - Deflector Control, Deck 11, USS Mac] Isaiah worked frantically realizing that time was of the essence. The sooner he finished meant that they would be one step closer to putting his theory into practice. His hand moved across the panel as he made the calibrations to the EM Scanner. His eyes pivoted from one screen to the next as he made adjustments first to his calculations and then to the calibrations. There was still the annoying little glitch of the internal sensors that was bothering him. Though, Engineering should have that repaired soon, or at least that's what Quinn told himself as he continued to work, focusing on the task. After some tedious work, it finally appeared that Quinn was done. He double-checked the parameters of the EM Scanner with his calculations, and made certain that it should align with everything else. He wouldn't know for certain until Chief Ozu and her team had finished replication and installing those coils, but from everything he could see, he was quite confident. Isaiah tapped his comm badge. =/\= "Quinn to Battle Bridge. The EM Scanner is ready," =/\= he announced through the comm. =A= Som to bridge, operation moth to flame underway. =A= [ MCPO Ozu Saya - Main Engineering] Saya's head jerked up at Kaya's sudden entrance, causing her to drop the part she was installing and send it skittering across the deck. She was grateful that the young crewman had announced herself. A few jumpy engineers had phasers in hand from the weapon lockers in engineering, but most were busy at various repairs. Thankfully, none of the armed ones had accidentally shot Kaya. She retrieved the part she'd dropped and went back to work, listening with a raised brow as the Trill made her unusual request. Saya didn't interfere, as she knew that Kaya was a good engineer and could be trusted. She assumed that the request had something to do with capturing the Arkarians, so she returned her attention to the nearly completed field emitter coil. It was the work of a few minutes to assemble the last few components and begin installing it. Saya wiped sweat from her brow and tapped her combadge. =/\= Ozu to battle bridge. The field emitter coil is complete and being tied into the deflectors' power systems now. Installation should be complete in approximately ten minutes. =/\= [ Ens Joshua Niles - Battle Bridge, USS Mac ]As responses were starting to come from Security personnel to his station, Niles looked up when he heard Commander Eastman speak, and his hands froze. In fact, he completely froze and his mouth fell open. He had just taken broad, unilateral action while he had a senior officer on the Battle Bridge with him. His mind found itself racing; technically it was falling well within his prerogative at the time as being a security situation, but it was also a ship-wide issue and he had just... gone ahead and done his thing unilaterally. When he damn well knew this was not his strongest suit. He was already fairly pale-skinned, but he visibly blanched behind the console as sweat appeared on his forehead. He was in for it now... And rather than being unceremoniously relieved of duty or snapped at, the older woman had spoken gently and offered a correction rather than the admonition he had expected. And, in a lot of ways, it was even worse. He could relate to being barked at, yelled at, put on report for that screw-up. But he did not expect a chance to readjust himself... He tried to reply, but his mouth had gone dryer than the deserts of Vulcan and he found himself swallowing hard. "Yes, Ma'am. Sorry Ma'am. Won't happen again."But, thankfully, Lieutenant Quinn's voice on the comm rescue him from the current situation, and he turned his attention to the shield systems and saw the new components that had been installed and would now respond to his command input. When he ran the diagnostics, he frowned a little. "We have something that looks like multiphasic shielding available at your command, but until we get the power systems fully operational again, I can't give you more than 40, maybe 45% of nominal, and even if I had more power handy, no offence to Lieutenant Quinn or the Master Chief but this was a rushed job and not a shipyard install, so I really have no idea about the operating tolerances we can work with, or the kind of punishment the components can take. I'd... advise caution more than anything else."And, then, the word about a turbolift being primed as a trap came in, and he nodded. "If only we had internal sensors, that'd make our lives a whole lot easier, but at least, we have a good idea of where they'll be next..." [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Battle Bridge, USS Mac]Sometimes, in the center chair, it was hard to stay on top of it all without getting overwhelmed. With so many things going on at once, Judy could've really used a clone right about now. But, as she settled back into her chair, she was on her own, in charge of all this. Well, other than the oh-so-helpful Mabel, who had taken a bit of initiative. =A= "Quinn, this is Henriksen. Engineering report the coil will be ready in 10 minutes," =A= she reported helpfully. After 6 months as Judy's personal assistant, she knew the Commander well enough to exercise judgement and step in on her behalf. =A= "Acknowledged, Crewman. Good luck," =A= the First Officer then curtly acknowledged Crewman Som. This freed her now to deal with the newly-arrived Caitian, and Ensign Niles, both of whom had their ideas. "I think we can check back in on that once Chief Ozu finishes working her magic," she gently addressed the concerns about their new shielding. "She's one of those miracle workers Starfleet engineering seems to put out every so often."Again, after a long period of service together (in this case, 6 years), there was a relationship of trust, the kind towards which Judy wanted junior officers to progress. "As for the shuttle sensors idea, you two, the prisoners are the only Arkarians on board, and they should be approaching a turbolift somewhere around decks 7 and 8. What can we do with that?" she asked. "Also, once that turbolift is occupied, I want it filled with Anesthizine."Still putting out the usual friendly display, the events of the day were starting to show on Judy. She was a little more tired - no more, no less, and in her case, tiredness manifested firstly in a slightly less gentle (but still very calm) manner of speaking.
Tag K'Dex , Isaiah Quinn and Joshua Niles . Soft tag Ozu Saya , Alex Graham , and Kaya Som . [USS MAC-battle bridge] From observing what’s going on he made note of not to make the same mistake or risk getting scolded by the commander. He was working on making sure that the crew members that he worked with would be able to trust him. He knew that it was going to take time and patience but it was going to be a long term goal of his. The waiting wasn’t too bad for him it was the uncertainty of if things were going to work or not that frustrated him. As he saw things eventually worked out with a bit of work to get to that point. Soft tag Judith Eastman Joshua Niles Isaiah Quinn
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Kaya Som
Engineering/Ops
Site Historian
Yaya! You have survived! That's too bad!
Posts: 804 Likes: 108
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Engineering
Species: Trill
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Post by Kaya Som on Jul 2, 2020 0:09:00 GMT
[ The Arkarians | Turbolift ]
The high of escape had faded into the earnest frenzy of survival. The angle that Benor, Cheron, and Malko had gained for themselves taking advantage of the warp storm was narrowing fast. All three of them could feel the ship and its crew regaining their balance all around them - the stoic patience of their two hostages was another indicator.
The red alert throbbed from the running lights like a heartbeat, and Benor carried the small party quickly down the corridor to the turbolift Cheron believed would be operational enough to get them up a half dozen decks to the supposedly abandoned main bridge. Each choice now incurred more and more uncertainty and more and more risk. The luxury of choice was a curse.
Engineering crewman Kaya Som had done her task well. The turbolift doors gave up entry with a stammering hestitation. 'Oh, I'll take you,' as if to say, 'but I don't feel all that well.' Benor braced the door open. As Malko passed her, she stopped him and took his face in his hands then pressed her forehead against his.
The gesture lasted only a second. Malko calmed long enough to accept it. Once all were in, Cheron sealed the doors and worked on getting them moving.
Benor spoke to the hostages. "In this world, sin can pay its way and travel freely. But virtue, if poor, is stopped at all frontiers." [fn]Paraphrased from Moby Dick.[/fn]
Malko looked at his sister with concern, not liking her ominous tone again.
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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 Jul 2, 2020 1:19:11 GMT
After the Arkarians entered the Turbolift, the crew's clever planning kicked into motion. They were promptly sedated, and then apprehended once more. Having made sufficient repairs, the Mac began to limp to Arkaria. The shielding worked, and they even got in some valuable scans about the storm. ***
One Day Later[Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - First Officer's quarters, USS Mac, orbiting Arkaria] & [NPC - Max Williams - First Officer's quarters, Front Ear Station]"I can't let you out of my sight, can I?" Max admonished Judy after Anna left the room. She nursed a martini, her one daily drink[fn]On account of taking blood thinners, Judy isn't allowed more than one drink a day.[/fn], and he scowled at her. "You're right," she answered. "Next time, you're coming with.""Must there be a next time?" he asked, the joking tone of the exchange turning serious. "I'm not a big believer in quitting while you're ahead," she answered, her one daily drink taking its effect already. "Ahead?" he asked incredulously. "Ahead," she answered. "You got yourself injured, and it wasn't even an avocado this time," he pointed out. "You could've been killed, or kidnapped.""We stopped the terrorists. We handed them over to the authorities just a few hours ago. We won," she countered. "We made sure they'll stay in a penal colony for the rest of their miserable lives.""One of these days, you'll get yourself killed," he admonished yet again. "I know, I know, I'm a late-stage Jenga tower," she quipped. "Thank God I have such a great crew. The credit really goes to all of them.""When will you be home?" he asked. "9 days or so. We leave tomorrow. You won't believe how much of the repair work can be done en route with this ship," she answered. "Not so with the human body. I'll tell Mabel to keep an eye on you, so if you disobey your doctors, I will know," he let her off with one last admonition. FIN
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Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
[TI22]
Posts: 649 Likes: 21
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Tactical Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Joshua Niles on Jul 3, 2020 7:14:16 GMT
[ Ens Joshua Niles - Officers Quarters, Deck 3, USS Mac ]
To say that Joshua Niles was exhausted would be an understatement. Having finally delivered the prisoners to the appropriate authorities had eased the stress levels on the ship, but the sheer amount of work that needed to be done to get the Mac back to something resembling her fighting trim was staggering. Which meant that while he was not on the Bridge, or the Battle Bridge as the case may be, a certain enterprising young officer had mounds of paperwork that needed addressing, and one torpedo bay to supervise much more closely than he would like.
After all, it was the one he had been made responsible for on top of his other duties, and that meant he could not pass that particular buck. Oh, as advised before things went straight to hell, he had written a detailed report regarding the misbehaviour of one Petty Officer First Class Jarvis and he just needed to give it one more proof-read before he would sent it up the chain to be reviewed and forwarded, or kicked back to him for some corrections before it would make its way to suitably exalted heads to action his recommendations.
And, for now, it meant he could enjoy quarters that were positively palatial compared to the ones he had enjoyed at the Academy and in transit on the Fawkes. And, so he did. Boots had been removed and unceremoniously tossed in a way that would no doubt draw no small amount of ire for a freshman Cadet, his jacket was on the back of the desk chair, and he found himself on the settee, his feet on the coffee table, and a glass of thoroughly replicated bourbon on the rocks in hand.
And, closing his eyes, he let out a long, exhausted sigh. "Glad that one's over, he said to no one but himself, before letting the ersatz bourbon cross his lips and letting the synthehol do its job.
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