Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
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Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Jun 10, 2020 4:59:20 GMT
[ MCPO Ozu Saya - Bridge] Saya managed to grip the edge of her console and remain in her seat when the ship was rocked. She spun quickly when she heard Judy cry out. Because of their years of knowing each other and serving together, she immediately recognized the voice. Judy was already up and getting seated as she called for reports, so Saya turned back and checked her readings. All systems still relatively functional, she reported. Several relays in the same area I already sent Crewman Som. My greatest concern, however, is some strain to the warp core. I'll get someone on it immediately. She eyed the first officer over her shoulder and added, I'll call for a medic, too.Tapping her badge, Saya dealt with what she felt like was the more urgent issue first. =/\= Ozu to engineering, I need eyes on the engines - check all the plasma relays, connections, anywhere that might develop a weakness or leak. Check every stem-bolt. =/\= She knew that her people would understand the hyperbole, but would also take the orders seriously. There would be engineers getting eyes on every inch of the engine systems within a few minutes. =/\= Ozu to Medical, we need a doctor or medic on the bridge, please. =/\=
Bridge: Tag Judith Eastman Engineering: Tag @kejalburis Medical: Tag Elijah Azaria and Thea Baker [Lt. (j.g.) Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] Instinct took over as the ship began to rock. Isaiah gripped his station to steady the ship's attempt to throw him. It seemed someone that was in the most immediate danger had been Commander Eastman. She had called for a report and had avoided actually falling, but it was obvious that she was in pain. Chief Ozu was the first to respond. And as she stated all systems seemed to be functional, Isaiah's eyes confirmed it as far as his station. It didn't seem that they were in any immediate danger of malfunctions, but Ozu would ensure that remained the case. She also called for a medic to report to the bridge. "Science labs report no damage, and a few bumps and bruises," Isaiah reported. "Sensors still appear nominal. Taking a good look inside and out to see what took us to the rodeo. Isaiah's hands moved over his station as he did his best to ascertain what had just happened, and hopefully find a solution to prevent it from happening again. There was a bit of relief that washed over him in hearing Thea's voice over the comm. It meant that she was okay, which hadn't been the case when she had taken that nasty spill on the bridge. While she wasn't reporting, it seemed she was in position to dispense aid to the bridge to see after Commander Eastman.
Tag: Judith Eastman , Ozu Saya , Joshua Niles , Alex Graham [Ens Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]Just as he had given his report, and before it could be acknowledged, the Mac lurched. As the three-million-plus-tons of starship were rocked, the young Tactical officer reached out with his left hand to steady himself, and the ship's movement, as it turned out, had been violent enough to make his grip slip over the edge of the console where he'd braced himself, and he felt not only pressure, but he also felt something tear, and a spike of pain shot from the just above his elbow and up to his shoulder, and down to his fingertips. And though he did not cry out, he winced visibly, and when the ship stopped moving, his right hand automatically slapped at his board, triggering the Yellow Alert. He might not have been ordered to do so, but they had just run across something, and even if there had been no orders to put the ship in a heightened state, both doctrine and good sense called for preparing for worse to come. Especially as reports started to flash up on his console. But before he read them, he looked at the palm of his left hand, and there, he could see something most unpleasant. The skin was torn, badly, and he could see the metal armature of his cybernetic metacarpals, and he let a soft curse under his breath as his right hand came to massage his upper arm, which was still flesh, bone and blood, the collar where his prosthetic was attached, and the nominally pain-insensitive padding simulating the flesh of a forearm that was no longer the one he'd been born with. This day had been one of moderate pain to begin with, but that jolt, that hadn't helped at all, and once he could be spared, he would need to get the synthetic skin of his palm repaired. However, in the immediate, he was still capable of functioning and he started to read out the reports that were flooding him. And on the bright side, the momentary distraction from his pain let other reports flow out first while he composed himself. "Shields up at maximum. Tracking sensors are back online via the backup links. I'm receiving reports of minor casualties ship-wide. Weapons are operational and available if needed, but aft torpedo bay is reporting an issue with the feeding system when the relay I had issues with earlier blew completely. Time to repair... not known."And when he looked from his board, he noticed that one thing had not budged: his coffee cup. The spill-proof lid had done its job, and the magnetic bottom had kept it just where he'd left it. Well, at least one thing didn't get rattled around, and when he reached for it, there as a very distinctive metal-on-metal sound as his prosthetic connected with the container, before he brought it to his lips.
Tags: Ozu Saya , Isaiah Quinn , Judith Eastman , Alex Graham Soft tags: Kaya Som , Thea Baker , Fells Halgerdur , K'Dex , @kejalburis , Datan , Elijah Azaria : Yellow Alert [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams), PhD & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Bridge, USS Mac]As the reports came in, Judy realized that Saya wasn't going to let her shrug off her injury with a little kvetching and an ice pack. She'd need to take this thing seriously. She shifted in her chair, putting her legs in front of her and crossing them, left over right, so the injured ankle dangled somewhat in the air. As the officers continued reporting, she took off her left shoe and then her sock, wincing with pain as she did. She turned her head towards Ensign Niles, whose left arm looked... artificial, and damaged. "Did you take us to yellow alert?" she asked, her tone not at all accusatory. She didn't mind initiative, but she needed to know what was going on on her bridge; even if Saya wanted her to get her injuries taken seriously, and had a direct line to her hubby, she had a job to do, and she was doing it. "Regardless of that, we need to make sure that if there's more coming, we're ready for it. Let's start by rerouting some power to the inertial dampeners, whatever we have. Feel free to cannibalize the torpedo bays, considering I don't think we'll need, or have any use for, those," she ordered. "Any other ideas?" Judy gave an extra look to Lieutenant Quinn, and then, at last, examined her foot. There was some swelling, and a bruise in a regal shade of purple. She'd suffered worse. It was with perfect timing that Mabel showed up. She looked concerned about what had happened, and for her boss. Certainly, the shoe on the floor wasn't a reassuring sign. Despite the First Officer's fondness for sandals off-duty, and her regular pedicures, it was unheard of to see her barefoot on-shift. "Can I get you anything?" she asked the older woman. "Yes, my dear. A little stool to prop my legs up on, preferably with a magnetic attachment, and an ice pack," Judy requested, and Mabel headed to the replicator to get those, piecing together what had happened.
Tag Ozu Saya , Isaiah Quinn , and Joshua Niles . Soft tag Alex Graham .
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Elijah Azaria
Medical
[TI33]
Posts: 39 Likes: 2
Rank: Ensign
Species: Human
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Post by Elijah Azaria on Jun 10, 2020 15:09:25 GMT
[Mess Hall - Deck 2] Whilst she had been intent on assisting those who may of been injured in the Mess Hall, it was Chief Ozu who was the first to call through, asking for Medical to report to the Bridge. Still holding the emergency medkit, Thea then reached over to tap her commbadge with her free hand just as Elijah came over and asked where she needed him, pausing what she was doing in order to answer the Ensign. " We've just got a call from the Bridge, if you can go up there, I can handle things down here, then I'll meet you back in Sickbay" she replied as she tapped her badge. =/\= Baker to Bridge, acknowledged, Ensign Azaria will be with you asap =/\= Call made and orders given, Thea's attention then moved towards K'Dex as he told them that he had caught his wrist on something and it was clear to the CMO that he was in pain. However just before she went over to him, the Petty Officer who was with Elijah, offered his help which Thea appreciated. " If you like, you can help me here, starting with Ensign K'Dex" she said as she walked over to the Caitian. " Let me give you something for the pain then we can have a look at the wrist and see what's happened".Her tone was soothing as she loaded a hypo with pain relief and administered it.
tag Elijah Azaria , Fells Halgerdur , K'Dex [Deck 2 - Mess Hall > Sickbay > Bridge] “ Yes, Ma’am,” Elijah replied to Chief Baker. He nodded once at Brody who was now standing nearby, and swifty took his leave. He had to take the turbolift down to sickbay to retrieve a medical kit before heading to the bridge; he was swift in pursuit, only slowing once to check on a woman sitting on the floor but another medical officer attended within seconds. Upon reaching the bridge, he approached the station closest and asked, “ Who needs medical attention?” while surveying the environment for possible hazards.
Tag to Thea Baker & Bridge Soft tags to Fells Halgerdur K'Dex Datan
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Ozu Saya
Engineering/Ops
[TI19]
Posts: 878 Likes: 29
Rank: Master Chief Petty Officer
Position: CoB/Chief Engineer
Species: Vulcan-Bajoran
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Post by Ozu Saya on Jun 10, 2020 20:44:58 GMT
[ Ensign Kejal Buris - Main Engineering] The ship had just been rocked by some kind of unknown spatial interference, and the sensors were going wild - it looked like they'd just jumped into the spawning of a wormhole, maybe. Or maybe it was just the remnant of some other ship passing by; he knew well how effective a seemingly innocent unstable warp field could be. And they were carrying dangerous prisoners. Still, that was a thought for later. Now, it was time for action. His reply was brief and proved that he had been an Enlisted man not so very long ago - for no other reason than not standing on rank. =/\="Aye, Chief. Kejal here. I'm on it."=/\= Without even thinking, he grabbed a pair of tricorders, walking toward the core to get those scans done. So far, it didn't seem like there was any damage, but this was his first tour aboard the Mac and he had yet to figure out where the issues were. He'd never been aboard a Sovereign before - if this were the Wellington, he'd be running for the aft ODN relay. On the Bellerophon, it'd be the damn gel packs acting up. Here, he had no idea yet. So when she said to check every bolt and weld, that was what he planned to do. He noted quickly that the recrystallization chamber was operating at less than expected capacity, but the energy flow was solid so he was confident that'd shake off. This was a good ship, and she certainly didn't feel like she was flying off into pieces. He tapped one of the passing crewmen on the shoulder, and handed off one of the tricorders while echoing the Chief's order, before going back to what he was doing. He turned to one of the data panels, pulling info from all over the ship and muttered - he'd overheard some discussion about a parts replacement in the Tactical section a few minutes ago, but hadn't gotten to just doing the job yet. =/\="Kejal to Chief Ozu. We were shaken up, a few things shook loose like the recrystallization chamber. No major damage or faults evident in Main Engineering section. Still seeing that odd drain out of Tactical. Those systems tie into the same EPS and ODN relays as the Brig. Recommend bringing the Brig auxiliary power online to ensure our prisoners don't break out, and checking that whole relay before starting end-point parts replacements, sir. Or should we continue to prioritize close examination of Engineering section?"=/\= Suggestions from his life experience that had once been above his station as an Enlisted man were now the norm expected of an officer - and while he was trying to suppress the paranoia that this was all a little too convenient for the prisoners, the fact remained that the section he was commenting on bore examination. [Ens Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]Just as he had given his report, and before it could be acknowledged, the Mac lurched. As the three-million-plus-tons of starship were rocked, the young Tactical officer reached out with his left hand to steady himself, and the ship's movement, as it turned out, had been violent enough to make his grip slip over the edge of the console where he'd braced himself, and he felt not only pressure, but he also felt something tear, and a spike of pain shot from the just above his elbow and up to his shoulder, and down to his fingertips. And though he did not cry out, he winced visibly, and when the ship stopped moving, his right hand automatically slapped at his board, triggering the Yellow Alert. He might not have been ordered to do so, but they had just run across something, and even if there had been no orders to put the ship in a heightened state, both doctrine and good sense called for preparing for worse to come. Especially as reports started to flash up on his console. But before he read them, he looked at the palm of his left hand, and there, he could see something most unpleasant. The skin was torn, badly, and he could see the metal armature of his cybernetic metacarpals, and he let a soft curse under his breath as his right hand came to massage his upper arm, which was still flesh, bone and blood, the collar where his prosthetic was attached, and the nominally pain-insensitive padding simulating the flesh of a forearm that was no longer the one he'd been born with. This day had been one of moderate pain to begin with, but that jolt, that hadn't helped at all, and once he could be spared, he would need to get the synthetic skin of his palm repaired. However, in the immediate, he was still capable of functioning and he started to read out the reports that were flooding him. And on the bright side, the momentary distraction from his pain let other reports flow out first while he composed himself. "Shields up at maximum. Tracking sensors are back online via the backup links. I'm receiving reports of minor casualties ship-wide. Weapons are operational and available if needed, but aft torpedo bay is reporting an issue with the feeding system when the relay I had issues with earlier blew completely. Time to repair... not known."And when he looked from his board, he noticed that one thing had not budged: his coffee cup. The spill-proof lid had done its job, and the magnetic bottom had kept it just where he'd left it. Well, at least one thing didn't get rattled around, and when he reached for it, there as a very distinctive metal-on-metal sound as his prosthetic connected with the container, before he brought it to his lips. [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams), PhD & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Bridge, USS Mac]As the reports came in, Judy realized that Saya wasn't going to let her shrug off her injury with a little kvetching and an ice pack. She'd need to take this thing seriously. She shifted in her chair, putting her legs in front of her and crossing them, left over right, so the injured ankle dangled somewhat in the air. As the officers continued reporting, she took off her left shoe and then her sock, wincing with pain as she did. She turned her head towards Ensign Niles, whose left arm looked... artificial, and damaged. "Did you take us to yellow alert?" she asked, her tone not at all accusatory. She didn't mind initiative, but she needed to know what was going on on her bridge; even if Saya wanted her to get her injuries taken seriously, and had a direct line to her hubby, she had a job to do, and she was doing it. "Regardless of that, we need to make sure that if there's more coming, we're ready for it. Let's start by rerouting some power to the inertial dampeners, whatever we have. Feel free to cannibalize the torpedo bays, considering I don't think we'll need, or have any use for, those," she ordered. "Any other ideas?" Judy gave an extra look to Lieutenant Quinn, and then, at last, examined her foot. There was some swelling, and a bruise in a regal shade of purple. She'd suffered worse. It was with perfect timing that Mabel showed up. She looked concerned about what had happened, and for her boss. Certainly, the shoe on the floor wasn't a reassuring sign. Despite the First Officer's fondness for sandals off-duty, and her regular pedicures, it was unheard of to see her barefoot on-shift. "Can I get you anything?" she asked the older woman. "Yes, my dear. A little stool to prop my legs up on, preferably with a magnetic attachment, and an ice pack," Judy requested, and Mabel headed to the replicator to get those, piecing together what had happened. [Deck 2 - Mess Hall > Sickbay > Bridge] “ Yes, Ma’am,” Elijah replied to Chief Baker. He nodded once at Brody who was now standing nearby, and swifty took his leave. He had to take the turbolift down to sickbay to retrieve a medical kit before heading to the bridge; he was swift in pursuit, only slowing once to check on a woman sitting on the floor but another medical officer attended within seconds. Upon reaching the bridge, he approached the station closest and asked, “ Who needs medical attention?” while surveying the environment for possible hazards. [ MCPO Ozu Saya - Bridge] There, Saya said to the medical officer, gesturing toward Judy. And don’t let her put you off. She offered the first officer a severely raised eyebrow before tapping her combadge to respond to the report from engineering. =/\= Acknowledged, engineering. Keep an eye on the warp core. Get auxiliary power to the brig, and reroute extra power from the holodecks to supplement. Also reroute power from the torpedo systems to inertial dampers. Prioritize the rest of the repairs and get me a list as soon as possible. =/\= Saya blew out a breath and glanced around at the other officers, impressed that the young men at tactical and science seemed to be weathering the unusual circumstances well. Her gaze caught an unusual flash of metal as Joshua reached for his coffee. Brow furrowing, Saya grabbed her tricorder and approached the tactical officer. Ensign, do you need assistance? she asked, gesturing to his cybernetic arm.
Tag @kejalburis , Elijah Azaria , Judith Eastman and Joshua Niles [/quote]
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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 Jun 11, 2020 3:25:03 GMT
[ MCPO Ozu Saya - Bridge] Saya managed to grip the edge of her console and remain in her seat when the ship was rocked. She spun quickly when she heard Judy cry out. Because of their years of knowing each other and serving together, she immediately recognized the voice. Judy was already up and getting seated as she called for reports, so Saya turned back and checked her readings. All systems still relatively functional, she reported. Several relays in the same area I already sent Crewman Som. My greatest concern, however, is some strain to the warp core. I'll get someone on it immediately. She eyed the first officer over her shoulder and added, I'll call for a medic, too.Tapping her badge, Saya dealt with what she felt like was the more urgent issue first. =/\= Ozu to engineering, I need eyes on the engines - check all the plasma relays, connections, anywhere that might develop a weakness or leak. Check every stem-bolt. =/\= She knew that her people would understand the hyperbole, but would also take the orders seriously. There would be engineers getting eyes on every inch of the engine systems within a few minutes. =/\= Ozu to Medical, we need a doctor or medic on the bridge, please. =/\=
Bridge: Tag Judith Eastman Engineering: Tag @kejalburis Medical: Tag Elijah Azaria and Thea Baker [Lt. (j.g.) Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] Instinct took over as the ship began to rock. Isaiah gripped his station to steady the ship's attempt to throw him. It seemed someone that was in the most immediate danger had been Commander Eastman. She had called for a report and had avoided actually falling, but it was obvious that she was in pain. Chief Ozu was the first to respond. And as she stated all systems seemed to be functional, Isaiah's eyes confirmed it as far as his station. It didn't seem that they were in any immediate danger of malfunctions, but Ozu would ensure that remained the case. She also called for a medic to report to the bridge. "Science labs report no damage, and a few bumps and bruises," Isaiah reported. "Sensors still appear nominal. Taking a good look inside and out to see what took us to the rodeo. Isaiah's hands moved over his station as he did his best to ascertain what had just happened, and hopefully find a solution to prevent it from happening again. There was a bit of relief that washed over him in hearing Thea's voice over the comm. It meant that she was okay, which hadn't been the case when she had taken that nasty spill on the bridge. While she wasn't reporting, it seemed she was in position to dispense aid to the bridge to see after Commander Eastman.
Tag: Judith Eastman , Ozu Saya , Joshua Niles , Alex Graham [Ens Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]Just as he had given his report, and before it could be acknowledged, the Mac lurched. As the three-million-plus-tons of starship were rocked, the young Tactical officer reached out with his left hand to steady himself, and the ship's movement, as it turned out, had been violent enough to make his grip slip over the edge of the console where he'd braced himself, and he felt not only pressure, but he also felt something tear, and a spike of pain shot from the just above his elbow and up to his shoulder, and down to his fingertips. And though he did not cry out, he winced visibly, and when the ship stopped moving, his right hand automatically slapped at his board, triggering the Yellow Alert. He might not have been ordered to do so, but they had just run across something, and even if there had been no orders to put the ship in a heightened state, both doctrine and good sense called for preparing for worse to come. Especially as reports started to flash up on his console. But before he read them, he looked at the palm of his left hand, and there, he could see something most unpleasant. The skin was torn, badly, and he could see the metal armature of his cybernetic metacarpals, and he let a soft curse under his breath as his right hand came to massage his upper arm, which was still flesh, bone and blood, the collar where his prosthetic was attached, and the nominally pain-insensitive padding simulating the flesh of a forearm that was no longer the one he'd been born with. This day had been one of moderate pain to begin with, but that jolt, that hadn't helped at all, and once he could be spared, he would need to get the synthetic skin of his palm repaired. However, in the immediate, he was still capable of functioning and he started to read out the reports that were flooding him. And on the bright side, the momentary distraction from his pain let other reports flow out first while he composed himself. "Shields up at maximum. Tracking sensors are back online via the backup links. I'm receiving reports of minor casualties ship-wide. Weapons are operational and available if needed, but aft torpedo bay is reporting an issue with the feeding system when the relay I had issues with earlier blew completely. Time to repair... not known."And when he looked from his board, he noticed that one thing had not budged: his coffee cup. The spill-proof lid had done its job, and the magnetic bottom had kept it just where he'd left it. Well, at least one thing didn't get rattled around, and when he reached for it, there as a very distinctive metal-on-metal sound as his prosthetic connected with the container, before he brought it to his lips.
Tags: Ozu Saya , Isaiah Quinn , Judith Eastman , Alex Graham Soft tags: Kaya Som , Thea Baker , Fells Halgerdur , K'Dex , @kejalburis , Datan , Elijah Azaria : Yellow Alert [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams), PhD & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Bridge, USS Mac]As the reports came in, Judy realized that Saya wasn't going to let her shrug off her injury with a little kvetching and an ice pack. She'd need to take this thing seriously. She shifted in her chair, putting her legs in front of her and crossing them, left over right, so the injured ankle dangled somewhat in the air. As the officers continued reporting, she took off her left shoe and then her sock, wincing with pain as she did. She turned her head towards Ensign Niles, whose left arm looked... artificial, and damaged. "Did you take us to yellow alert?" she asked, her tone not at all accusatory. She didn't mind initiative, but she needed to know what was going on on her bridge; even if Saya wanted her to get her injuries taken seriously, and had a direct line to her hubby, she had a job to do, and she was doing it. "Regardless of that, we need to make sure that if there's more coming, we're ready for it. Let's start by rerouting some power to the inertial dampeners, whatever we have. Feel free to cannibalize the torpedo bays, considering I don't think we'll need, or have any use for, those," she ordered. "Any other ideas?" Judy gave an extra look to Lieutenant Quinn, and then, at last, examined her foot. There was some swelling, and a bruise in a regal shade of purple. She'd suffered worse. It was with perfect timing that Mabel showed up. She looked concerned about what had happened, and for her boss. Certainly, the shoe on the floor wasn't a reassuring sign. Despite the First Officer's fondness for sandals off-duty, and her regular pedicures, it was unheard of to see her barefoot on-shift. "Can I get you anything?" she asked the older woman. "Yes, my dear. A little stool to prop my legs up on, preferably with a magnetic attachment, and an ice pack," Judy requested, and Mabel headed to the replicator to get those, piecing together what had happened.
Tag Ozu Saya , Isaiah Quinn , and Joshua Niles . Soft tag Alex Graham . [USS MAC-bridge] With the ship jostled there seemed to be an abundance of issues. His instinct took over as he tried to steady himself and keep the ship steady. He had to make sure that nothing happened to the flight systems otherwise things wouldn’t be too pretty for the crew. He hoped that nothing else would go wrong during this. He made sure that he could get a handle on things if it was the right moment and the situation called for it. soft tag to Judith Eastman
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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 Jun 11, 2020 6:11:36 GMT
"Shields up at maximum. Tracking sensors are back online via the backup links. I'm receiving reports of minor casualties ship-wide. Weapons are operational and available if needed, but aft torpedo bay is reporting an issue with the feeding system when the relay I had issues with earlier blew completely. Time to repair... not known."And when he looked from his board, he noticed that one thing had not budged: his coffee cup. The spill-proof lid had done its job, and the magnetic bottom had kept it just where he'd left it. Well, at least one thing didn't get rattled around, and when he reached for it, there as a very distinctive metal-on-metal sound as his prosthetic connected with the container, before he brought it to his lips. [...] "Did you take us to yellow alert?" she asked, her tone not at all accusatory. She didn't mind initiative, but she needed to know what was going on on her bridge; even if Saya wanted her to get her injuries taken seriously, and had a direct line to her hubby, she had a job to do, and she was doing it. "Regardless of that, we need to make sure that if there's more coming, we're ready for it. Let's start by rerouting some power to the inertial dampeners, whatever we have. Feel free to cannibalize the torpedo bays, considering I don't think we'll need, or have any use for, those," she ordered. "Any other ideas?" Judy gave an extra look to Lieutenant Quinn, and then, at last, examined her foot. There was some swelling, and a bruise in a regal shade of purple. She'd suffered worse. It was with perfect timing that Mabel showed up. She looked concerned about what had happened, and for her boss. Certainly, the shoe on the floor wasn't a reassuring sign. Despite the First Officer's fondness for sandals off-duty, and her regular pedicures, it was unheard of to see her barefoot on-shift. "Can I get you anything?" she asked the older woman. "Yes, my dear. A little stool to prop my legs up on, preferably with a magnetic attachment, and an ice pack," Judy requested, and Mabel headed to the replicator to get those, piecing together what had happened. “ Yes, Ma’am,” Elijah replied to Chief Baker. He nodded once at Brody who was now standing nearby, and swifty took his leave. He had to take the turbolift down to sickbay to retrieve a medical kit before heading to the bridge; he was swift in pursuit, only slowing once to check on a woman sitting on the floor but another medical officer attended within seconds. Upon reaching the bridge, he approached the station closest and asked, “ Who needs medical attention?” while surveying the environment for possible hazards. There, Saya said to the medical officer, gesturing toward Judy. And don’t let her put you off. She offered the first officer a severely raised eyebrow before tapping her combadge to respond to the report from engineering. =/\= Acknowledged, engineering. Keep an eye on the warp core. Get auxiliary power to the brig, and reroute extra power from the holodecks to supplement. Also reroute power from the torpedo systems to inertial dampers. Prioritize the rest of the repairs and get me a list as soon as possible. =/\= Saya blew out a breath and glanced around at the other officers, impressed that the young men at tactical and science seemed to be weathering the unusual circumstances well. Her gaze caught an unusual flash of metal as Joshua reached for his coffee. Brow furrowing, Saya grabbed her tricorder and approached the tactical officer. Ensign, do you need assistance? she asked, gesturing to his cybernetic arm. [Lt. (j.g.) Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] As Isaiah worked at his station, he listened at the flurry of information spouting from every corner of the bridge. Hearing that shields were still active was of some comfort, of course there was still some question of how effective they would be against... whatever it was they were dealing with. Engineering had things in hand, rerouting power where it was necessary. Hopefully, buffering the inertial dampeners would keep anyone else from taking any further spills. His eyes fell towards Commander Eastman once again, hearing her ask the bridge for any other ideas. Oddly enough, he felt the question was directed towards him. He welcomed the arrival of Dr. Azaria, as it tended to give him a bit more time to examine the situation. He stared at the data displayed on his console. How it appeared familiar and yet something he'd never seen before. Scan after scan, nothing seemed to stand out until, he noticed something. Commander, I think I have something," Isaiah stated from the science station. He continued to work at his station, attempting to confirm his theory before sharing it with the acting captain. "These distortions don't appear to be static," Isaiah reported. "We've had trouble trying to chart them because we assumed they were stationary. The distortions appear to be moving like... a meteorological storm cell." Isaiah took a deep breath before continuing. "I believe if I can expand the reach of our sensors, I will have a better chance of predicting the potential of the distortions, as well as how it may have originated." At least as well as anyone had ever been at predicting the weather. And given that this was a spatial phenomenon, it would be increasingly difficult. Isaiah continued to study the readouts, even as he widened the parameters of the sensors. "I would need to run scans from the source, but it's possible that solar winds traveled through the Barzan wormhole and supercharged some of the particles within the wormhole itself," Isaiah theorized aloud. "The solar radiation would explain why it's reeking havoc on our systems. And the charged wormhole particles could flare from time to time, ripping holes in subspace. Isaiah looked across the bridge. "For now, it's just a theory, but if we modify our shields to emit a metaphasic field around the ship, it may take some of the sting out of flare ups."
Tag: Judith Eastman , Joshua Niles , Ozu Saya , Alex Graham ********** Just as the brig doors opened, the ship lurched and Kaya was toppled across the corridor into the wall. She ended up on her arse on the ground. She grunted and stayed put for a moment; she'd had her bell run. S'Riia asked if she was alright. " Hah-de-zhi..." she groaned then nodded. "Yeah, fine. The hell was that?" As she got herself to her feet she looked around. No announcement, no red alert. No, 'prepare for battle stations'. They hadn't been knocked out of warp, she figured that. She followed S'Riia into the brig and logged into a panel. "Bridge isn't sure yet," she called to S'Riia who'd gone to the cells. Kaya craned her neck to see if she could see them, her curiosity not abated by the bump in the road. "Not seeing any damage reports. No major injuries." [ Arkarians | Brig ]Back in the cells, the Arkarians had been rocked just as much as everyone else. Benor's teacup had fallen and shattered. Malko and Cheron were picking themselves up off the ground. But then, Cheron froze and looked up. The lights had flickered. Just once. Benor picked up the shards of ceramic. "Fate's coming for us."It was then the security officer came into view. Cheron straightened up and Malko approached the force field. They could hear someone else's voice coming from the front. "What do you think?" he asked S'Riia. Some transport. Can't even fly straight."
[NPC - PO1 S'Riia - Brig, Deck 9, USS Mac] S'Riia's immediate concern was put to rest when Kaya announced that she wasn't hurt. However, the Engineer was quick to get other answers as well, including pointing out that they didn't seem to Bridge had yet to ascertain if they were under attack. Though, given that no subsequent disturbances had occurred, it stood to reason that they weren't. The other good news was that it appeared that there were no major injuries or damages reported. As S'Riia turned her attention to the prisoners, they also appeared to be in good health. As one of them approached the field, instinctively, S'Riia's focus fell upon Malko. He made some snide comment about the ship not flying straight. "Don't worry, it'll get you straight to Arkaria soon enough," was her comment. She moved back towards Kaya and lowered her voice. "As good as it is to see you, I suppose this wasn't a social visit," she posed knowing that there had likely been another reason that Kaya had come down to the brig.
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Elijah Azaria
Medical
[TI33]
Posts: 39 Likes: 2
Rank: Ensign
Species: Human
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Post by Elijah Azaria on Jun 11, 2020 14:11:48 GMT
[ MCPO Ozu Saya - Bridge] There, Saya said to the medical officer, gesturing toward Judy. And don’t let her put you off. She offered the first officer a severely raised eyebrow before tapping her combadge to respond to the report from engineering. =/\= Acknowledged, engineering. Keep an eye on the warp core. Get auxiliary power to the brig, and reroute extra power from the holodecks to supplement. Also reroute power from the torpedo systems to inertial dampers. Prioritize the rest of the repairs and get me a list as soon as possible. =/\= Saya blew out a breath and glanced around at the other officers, impressed that the young men at tactical and science seemed to be weathering the unusual circumstances well. Her gaze caught an unusual flash of metal as Joshua reached for his coffee. Brow furrowing, Saya grabbed her tricorder and approached the tactical officer. Ensign, do you need assistance? she asked, gesturing to his cybernetic arm. [Bridge] Elijah nodded once at the superior that addressed him and promptly made his way to the Captain’s Chair and stood at Commander Eastman’s side. He bowed his head upon addressing her, “Commander,” before kneeling. He put his medical kit down and viewed the Commander’s left ankle, purposefully suspended without contact. It was beginning to bruise and swell around the joint, heavily implying a sprain but to what degree he wasn’t certain. He opened his bag and took out a medical tricorder, operating swiftly to obtain some results. Though there’d been damage to the ligaments, only one was torn and it was partial.
“You have a grade 2 sprain, Ma’am. It requires no obtrusive medical care, however, you may find it painful to weight-bear over the next few days, at least. The bifurcate ligament is partially torn which will take longer to heal. I recommend refraining from partaking in sports for four to six weeks.” He replaced the medical tricorder and took out a roll of gauze dressing. “I’ll put a support dressing on now and put your sock back on, and retrieve you a support that you can take on and off yourself. I’ll also issue you a cane to use at all times for at least ten days. It’s imperative you continue to use this for as long as you experience pain, but also if the pain diminishes before those ten days are up. If the ligament tears further, it could require surgery.”
He set to using the gauze, careful not to jolt Commander Eastman’s ankle or cause any further pain. It took a few minutes and he stopped to apologise while putting the Commander's sock back on as it was hard to pull the fabric over the bandage. He continued kneeling afterwards, looking up again as he spoke. “Do you require any pain relief, Ma’am?” In different circumstances, he might refrain from offering as most sprains healed quickly enough on their own with the right care, but he was well aware that Commander Eastman had to continue work, and judgements were better made in the absence of pain - no matter how mild.
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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 Jun 11, 2020 15:45:18 GMT
[Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams), PhD & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Bridge, USS Mac]As the reports came in, Judy realized that Saya wasn't going to let her shrug off her injury with a little kvetching and an ice pack. She'd need to take this thing seriously. She shifted in her chair, putting her legs in front of her and crossing them, left over right, so the injured ankle dangled somewhat in the air. As the officers continued reporting, she took off her left shoe and then her sock, wincing with pain as she did. She turned her head towards Ensign Niles, whose left arm looked... artificial, and damaged. "Did you take us to yellow alert?" she asked, her tone not at all accusatory. She didn't mind initiative, but she needed to know what was going on on her bridge; even if Saya wanted her to get her injuries taken seriously, and had a direct line to her hubby, she had a job to do, and she was doing it. "Regardless of that, we need to make sure that if there's more coming, we're ready for it. Let's start by rerouting some power to the inertial dampeners, whatever we have. Feel free to cannibalize the torpedo bays, considering I don't think we'll need, or have any use for, those," she ordered. "Any other ideas?" Judy gave an extra look to Lieutenant Quinn, and then, at last, examined her foot. There was some swelling, and a bruise in a regal shade of purple. She'd suffered worse. It was with perfect timing that Mabel showed up. She looked concerned about what had happened, and for her boss. Certainly, the shoe on the floor wasn't a reassuring sign. Despite the First Officer's fondness for sandals off-duty, and her regular pedicures, it was unheard of to see her barefoot on-shift. "Can I get you anything?" she asked the older woman. "Yes, my dear. A little stool to prop my legs up on, preferably with a magnetic attachment, and an ice pack," Judy requested, and Mabel headed to the replicator to get those, piecing together what had happened. [Deck 2 - Mess Hall > Sickbay > Bridge] “ Yes, Ma’am,” Elijah replied to Chief Baker. He nodded once at Brody who was now standing nearby, and swifty took his leave. He had to take the turbolift down to sickbay to retrieve a medical kit before heading to the bridge; he was swift in pursuit, only slowing once to check on a woman sitting on the floor but another medical officer attended within seconds. Upon reaching the bridge, he approached the station closest and asked, “ Who needs medical attention?” while surveying the environment for possible hazards. [ MCPO Ozu Saya - Bridge] There, Saya said to the medical officer, gesturing toward Judy. And don’t let her put you off. She offered the first officer a severely raised eyebrow before tapping her combadge to respond to the report from engineering. =/\= Acknowledged, engineering. Keep an eye on the warp core. Get auxiliary power to the brig, and reroute extra power from the holodecks to supplement. Also reroute power from the torpedo systems to inertial dampers. Prioritize the rest of the repairs and get me a list as soon as possible. =/\= Saya blew out a breath and glanced around at the other officers, impressed that the young men at tactical and science seemed to be weathering the unusual circumstances well. Her gaze caught an unusual flash of metal as Joshua reached for his coffee. Brow furrowing, Saya grabbed her tricorder and approached the tactical officer. Ensign, do you need assistance? she asked, gesturing to his cybernetic arm. [USS MAC-bridge] With the ship jostled there seemed to be an abundance of issues. His instinct took over as he tried to steady himself and keep the ship steady. He had to make sure that nothing happened to the flight systems otherwise things wouldn’t be too pretty for the crew. He hoped that nothing else would go wrong during this. He made sure that he could get a handle on things if it was the right moment and the situation called for it. [Lt. (j.g.) Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] As Isaiah worked at his station, he listened at the flurry of information spouting from every corner of the bridge. Hearing that shields were still active was of some comfort, of course there was still some question of how effective they would be against... whatever it was they were dealing with. Engineering had things in hand, rerouting power where it was necessary. Hopefully, buffering the inertial dampeners would keep anyone else from taking any further spills. His eyes fell towards Commander Eastman once again, hearing her ask the bridge for any other ideas. Oddly enough, he felt the question was directed towards him. He welcomed the arrival of Dr. Azaria, as it tended to give him a bit more time to examine the situation. He stared at the data displayed on his console. How it appeared familiar and yet something he'd never seen before. Scan after scan, nothing seemed to stand out until, he noticed something. Commander, I think I have something," Isaiah stated from the science station. He continued to work at his station, attempting to confirm his theory before sharing it with the acting captain. "These distortions don't appear to be static," Isaiah reported. "We've had trouble trying to chart them because we assumed they were stationary. The distortions appear to be moving like... a meteorological storm cell." Isaiah took a deep breath before continuing. "I believe if I can expand the reach of our sensors, I will have a better chance of predicting the potential of the distortions, as well as how it may have originated." At least as well as anyone had ever been at predicting the weather. And given that this was a spatial phenomenon, it would be increasingly difficult. Isaiah continued to study the readouts, even as he widened the parameters of the sensors. "I would need to run scans from the source, but it's possible that solar winds traveled through the Barzan wormhole and supercharged some of the particles within the wormhole itself," Isaiah theorized aloud. "The solar radiation would explain why it's reeking havoc on our systems. And the charged wormhole particles could flare from time to time, ripping holes in subspace. Isaiah looked across the bridge. "For now, it's just a theory, but if we modify our shields to emit a metaphasic field around the ship, it may take some of the sting out of flare ups."[Bridge] Elijah nodded once at the superior that addressed him and promptly made his way to the Captain’s Chair and stood at Commander Eastman’s side. He bowed his head upon addressing her, “Commander,” before kneeling. He put his medical kit down and viewed the Commander’s left ankle, purposefully suspended without contact. It was beginning to bruise and swell around the joint, heavily implying a sprain but to what degree he wasn’t certain. He opened his bag and took out a medical tricorder, operating swiftly to obtain some results. Though there’d been damage to the ligaments, only one was torn and it was partial.
“You have a grade 2 sprain, Ma’am. It requires no obtrusive medical care, however, you may find it painful to weight-bear over the next few days, at least. The bifurcate ligament is partially torn which will take longer to heal. I recommend refraining from partaking in sports for four to six weeks.” He replaced the medical tricorder and took out a roll of gauze dressing. “I’ll put a support dressing on now and put your sock back on, and retrieve you a support that you can take on and off yourself. I’ll also issue you a cane to use at all times for at least ten days. It’s imperative you continue to use this for as long as you experience pain, but also if the pain diminishes before those ten days are up. If the ligament tears further, it could require surgery.”
He set to using the gauze, careful not to jolt Commander Eastman’s ankle or cause any further pain. It took a few minutes and he stopped to apologise while putting the Commander's sock back on as it was hard to pull the fabric over the bandage. He continued kneeling afterwards, looking up again as he spoke. “Do you require any pain relief, Ma’am?” In different circumstances, he might refrain from offering as most sprains healed quickly enough on their own with the right care, but he was well aware that Commander Eastman had to continue work, and judgements were better made in the absence of pain - no matter how mild. [ Ens Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]
No sooner had he poured some of the ship's coffee past his lips, did Ensign Niles hear the Commander speak to him, regarding the alert status. And instantly, he cursed himself. That should've been the first thing he would have reported back, but it had slipped his mind. But then again, it was hard to focus when it felt like the nerves from just below his left shoulder to fingertips that were no longer the ones he'd been born with were screaming as though they were on fire! "Yes, Ma'am, sorry Ma'am," replied he with a wince. No, there would be no dealing with that one easily. But at least, medical attention was on its way to the Bridge, and sure enough an Ensign carrying a medical kit arrived and was directed presently towards Commander Eastman by the Master Chief, before she turned to him with a rather pointed question, and a tricorder. Slowly, Joshua shook his head. "No, Master Chief, I'm afraid there's little you can do for me right now." Taking a moment to look at his hand, he slid his good thumb into the gash that left the servos and frame of his prosthetic hand exposed, and running it under, he detached the palm synthetic skin panel entirely, therefore removing the flaps of polymer that would otherwise interfere with his movements. He was aware that might be a little unsettling to some, but he needed to be able to work. And the first step in that, was making sure nothing would get underfoot, or in this case, in the way of his fingers. "My prosthetic is fine, this is just... scraped off bodywork, everything else works just fine."And then, he winced in pain again, trying to focus hard on his work, and he could hear what Lieutenant Quinn had to say, and when he spoke of tuning the shields to emit a metaphasic field, that was when the young Ensign knew he was out of his depth. His Starfleet scientific background was in high-energy physics and wave propagation, and that hadn't been covered in the curriculum. "Sir, I don't know how to do that."Frankly, where was little more to be said about that particular topic, so instead he looked to the Medical Ensign who was treating Commander Eastman. Well, if Joshua Niles wasn't too proud to admit he didn't know how to do something, he wasn't about to be too proud to ask for pain relief either. "Doc, over here, with something for neuropathic pain when you have a chance please." Judith Eastman , Ozu Saya , Elijah Azaria , Isaiah Quinn , Alex Graham
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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 Jun 11, 2020 17:53:49 GMT
[ MCPO Ozu Saya - Bridge] There, Saya said to the medical officer, gesturing toward Judy. And don’t let her put you off. She offered the first officer a severely raised eyebrow before tapping her combadge to respond to the report from engineering. =/\= Acknowledged, engineering. Keep an eye on the warp core. Get auxiliary power to the brig, and reroute extra power from the holodecks to supplement. Also reroute power from the torpedo systems to inertial dampers. Prioritize the rest of the repairs and get me a list as soon as possible. =/\= Saya blew out a breath and glanced around at the other officers, impressed that the young men at tactical and science seemed to be weathering the unusual circumstances well. Her gaze caught an unusual flash of metal as Joshua reached for his coffee. Brow furrowing, Saya grabbed her tricorder and approached the tactical officer. Ensign, do you need assistance? she asked, gesturing to his cybernetic arm. [Lt. (j.g.) Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] As Isaiah worked at his station, he listened at the flurry of information spouting from every corner of the bridge. Hearing that shields were still active was of some comfort, of course there was still some question of how effective they would be against... whatever it was they were dealing with. Engineering had things in hand, rerouting power where it was necessary. Hopefully, buffering the inertial dampeners would keep anyone else from taking any further spills. His eyes fell towards Commander Eastman once again, hearing her ask the bridge for any other ideas. Oddly enough, he felt the question was directed towards him. He welcomed the arrival of Dr. Azaria, as it tended to give him a bit more time to examine the situation. He stared at the data displayed on his console. How it appeared familiar and yet something he'd never seen before. Scan after scan, nothing seemed to stand out until, he noticed something. Commander, I think I have something," Isaiah stated from the science station. He continued to work at his station, attempting to confirm his theory before sharing it with the acting captain. "These distortions don't appear to be static," Isaiah reported. "We've had trouble trying to chart them because we assumed they were stationary. The distortions appear to be moving like... a meteorological storm cell." Isaiah took a deep breath before continuing. "I believe if I can expand the reach of our sensors, I will have a better chance of predicting the potential of the distortions, as well as how it may have originated." At least as well as anyone had ever been at predicting the weather. And given that this was a spatial phenomenon, it would be increasingly difficult. Isaiah continued to study the readouts, even as he widened the parameters of the sensors. "I would need to run scans from the source, but it's possible that solar winds traveled through the Barzan wormhole and supercharged some of the particles within the wormhole itself," Isaiah theorized aloud. "The solar radiation would explain why it's reeking havoc on our systems. And the charged wormhole particles could flare from time to time, ripping holes in subspace. Isaiah looked across the bridge. "For now, it's just a theory, but if we modify our shields to emit a metaphasic field around the ship, it may take some of the sting out of flare ups."[Bridge] Elijah nodded once at the superior that addressed him and promptly made his way to the Captain’s Chair and stood at Commander Eastman’s side. He bowed his head upon addressing her, “Commander,” before kneeling. He put his medical kit down and viewed the Commander’s left ankle, purposefully suspended without contact. It was beginning to bruise and swell around the joint, heavily implying a sprain but to what degree he wasn’t certain. He opened his bag and took out a medical tricorder, operating swiftly to obtain some results. Though there’d been damage to the ligaments, only one was torn and it was partial.
“You have a grade 2 sprain, Ma’am. It requires no obtrusive medical care, however, you may find it painful to weight-bear over the next few days, at least. The bifurcate ligament is partially torn which will take longer to heal. I recommend refraining from partaking in sports for four to six weeks.” He replaced the medical tricorder and took out a roll of gauze dressing. “I’ll put a support dressing on now and put your sock back on, and retrieve you a support that you can take on and off yourself. I’ll also issue you a cane to use at all times for at least ten days. It’s imperative you continue to use this for as long as you experience pain, but also if the pain diminishes before those ten days are up. If the ligament tears further, it could require surgery.”
He set to using the gauze, careful not to jolt Commander Eastman’s ankle or cause any further pain. It took a few minutes and he stopped to apologise while putting the Commander's sock back on as it was hard to pull the fabric over the bandage. He continued kneeling afterwards, looking up again as he spoke. “Do you require any pain relief, Ma’am?” In different circumstances, he might refrain from offering as most sprains healed quickly enough on their own with the right care, but he was well aware that Commander Eastman had to continue work, and judgements were better made in the absence of pain - no matter how mild. [ Ens Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]
No sooner had he poured some of the ship's coffee past his lips, did Ensign Niles hear the Commander speak to him, regarding the alert status. And instantly, he cursed himself. That should've been the first thing he would have reported back, but it had slipped his mind. But then again, it was hard to focus when it felt like the nerves from just below his left shoulder to fingertips that were no longer the ones he'd been born with were screaming as though they were on fire! "Yes, Ma'am, sorry Ma'am," replied he with a wince. No, there would be no dealing with that one easily. But at least, medical attention was on its way to the Bridge, and sure enough an Ensign carrying a medical kit arrived and was directed presently towards Commander Eastman by the Master Chief, before she turned to him with a rather pointed question, and a tricorder. Slowly, Joshua shook his head. "No, Master Chief, I'm afraid there's little you can do for me right now." Taking a moment to look at his hand, he slid his good thumb into the gash that left the servos and frame of his prosthetic hand exposed, and running it under, he detached the palm synthetic skin panel entirely, therefore removing the flaps of polymer that would otherwise interfere with his movements. He was aware that might be a little unsettling to some, but he needed to be able to work. And the first step in that, was making sure nothing would get underfoot, or in this case, in the way of his fingers. "My prosthetic is fine, this is just... scraped off bodywork, everything else works just fine."And then, he winced in pain again, trying to focus hard on his work, and he could hear what Lieutenant Quinn had to say, and when he spoke of tuning the shields to emit a metaphasic field, that was when the young Ensign knew he was out of his depth. His Starfleet scientific background was in high-energy physics and wave propagation, and that hadn't been covered in the curriculum. "Sir, I don't know how to do that."Frankly, where was little more to be said about that particular topic, so instead he looked to the Medical Ensign who was treating Commander Eastman. Well, if Joshua Niles wasn't too proud to admit he didn't know how to do something, he wasn't about to be too proud to ask for pain relief either. "Doc, over here, with something for neuropathic pain when you have a chance please." [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams), PhD, & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Bridge, USS Mac]As a politician's daughter, Judy was acutely aware of the terrible optics of the young medical officer literally at her feet. She gave him due attention and a nod at first, but then had to continue attending to her bridge and crew. "A supercharged storm," she echoed Quinn's theory. "I suppose there are worse things to stumble upon."She considered his suggestion about the shields. "Let's try to make those shield mods. Again, use whatever resources you need," she directed. Her attention drawn back to the ankle, she replied to Dr. Azaria. "I'll stick to upper-body exercise," she told him. It wasn't ideal to be deprived of hiking and swimming, but this would be better than her hip replacement. "In any case, I'll skip the painkillers. My daily aspirin does enough in that department," she added, referring to just one of her many meds. "Thank you, Doctor."She then turned her head back, towards Ensign Niles. "In that case, Ensign, we can take a moment for the good Doctor to get your arm sorted out," she told him, taking on a motherly tone. "Sadly, I have a feeling there's more ahead for us."Mabel set down the magnetic stool she'd retrieved, and Judy rested both legs on it. Then, the older woman tapped her commbadge. =A= "All hands, this is Commander Eastman. We have encountered an anomaly, one resembling a storm, which has caused the recent shaking; that's the cause of our Yellow Alert. All engineering, security, and medical personnel, report to battle stations. All others should stand by. Furthermore, I advise all on board to remain seated, or within reach of some fixed object, in case we experience more shaking. All personnel with access to a seatbelt should be fastened in whenever possible. Take care, stay safe, and keep on the good work you all do. Eastman out." =A= Judy delivered her message in a calm, steady tone, having been through this and worse in the past. She had, after all, held a First Officer position in wartime. The nuisance of her ankle pain was now discernible only to those who knew her well - or could see her foot. She fastened herself in. Mabel, taking the counselor's seat, did the same. "Chief, I want you to prepare, pre-emptively, a power-shutoff plan in case the system suffers too much strain, and then help Mr. Quinn if he needs it," she then ordered her trusted Chief Engineer. She didn't want to waste precious time later deciding whether to cut power to the science labs, or dim the lighting in officer quarters.
Tag Ozu Saya , Elijah Azaria , Isaiah Quinn , and Joshua Niles . Soft tag Thea Baker , Fells Halgerdur , K'Dex , @kejalburis , Kaya Som , Datan , Alex Graham
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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 Jun 11, 2020 19:18:18 GMT
[...]She moved back towards Kaya and lowered her voice. "As good as it is to see you, I suppose this wasn't a social visit," she posed knowing that there had likely been another reason that Kaya had come down to the brig. [ Kaya Som & Prisoners | Brig ]The yellow alert flagged on even as Kaya was hunting for more information in the comm and then came Eastman's update. Kaya waited for it to finish before answering S'Riia. "I'm supposed to be checking a power relay at junction 14," she explained with a half-smile, matching S'Riia's low tone. "It's associated with your systems. Didn't think you'd be keen on lights out alone with that lot back there." Kaya looked past S'Riia again, although she couldn't see their 'guests'. They'd been called to battle stations and she still ought to check that power relay, especially if they were going to get further knocked around, but Kaya found herself lingering. "You going to be fine here on your own?" Kaya didn't doubt the Caitian's capabilities, but if anything went wrong that was a three-on-one scenario.
Back in the cells... A long stare between Benor and Cheron across the aisle conveyed more than words. Malko knew in his gut as well. The youngest of the Arkarians, Malko, young and brash, began shifting his weight from foot to foot. He laced his fingers behind his neck. Soon he was dancing from foot to foot, like a boxer in meditation before the bell. He ran his hands through his hair, he popped his knuckles. "Steady, Malko," Benor hummed. "Steady..."
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Ozu Saya
Engineering/Ops
[TI19]
Posts: 878 Likes: 29
Rank: Master Chief Petty Officer
Position: CoB/Chief Engineer
Species: Vulcan-Bajoran
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Post by Ozu Saya on Jun 12, 2020 20:28:02 GMT
[Lt. (j.g.) Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] As Isaiah worked at his station, he listened at the flurry of information spouting from every corner of the bridge. Hearing that shields were still active was of some comfort, of course there was still some question of how effective they would be against... whatever it was they were dealing with. Engineering had things in hand, rerouting power where it was necessary. Hopefully, buffering the inertial dampeners would keep anyone else from taking any further spills. His eyes fell towards Commander Eastman once again, hearing her ask the bridge for any other ideas. Oddly enough, he felt the question was directed towards him. He welcomed the arrival of Dr. Azaria, as it tended to give him a bit more time to examine the situation. He stared at the data displayed on his console. How it appeared familiar and yet something he'd never seen before. Scan after scan, nothing seemed to stand out until, he noticed something. Commander, I think I have something," Isaiah stated from the science station. He continued to work at his station, attempting to confirm his theory before sharing it with the acting captain. "These distortions don't appear to be static," Isaiah reported. "We've had trouble trying to chart them because we assumed they were stationary. The distortions appear to be moving like... a meteorological storm cell." Isaiah took a deep breath before continuing. "I believe if I can expand the reach of our sensors, I will have a better chance of predicting the potential of the distortions, as well as how it may have originated." At least as well as anyone had ever been at predicting the weather. And given that this was a spatial phenomenon, it would be increasingly difficult. Isaiah continued to study the readouts, even as he widened the parameters of the sensors. "I would need to run scans from the source, but it's possible that solar winds traveled through the Barzan wormhole and supercharged some of the particles within the wormhole itself," Isaiah theorized aloud. "The solar radiation would explain why it's reeking havoc on our systems. And the charged wormhole particles could flare from time to time, ripping holes in subspace. Isaiah looked across the bridge. "For now, it's just a theory, but if we modify our shields to emit a metaphasic field around the ship, it may take some of the sting out of flare ups." [ Ens Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]
No sooner had he poured some of the ship's coffee past his lips, did Ensign Niles hear the Commander speak to him, regarding the alert status. And instantly, he cursed himself. That should've been the first thing he would have reported back, but it had slipped his mind. But then again, it was hard to focus when it felt like the nerves from just below his left shoulder to fingertips that were no longer the ones he'd been born with were screaming as though they were on fire! "Yes, Ma'am, sorry Ma'am," replied he with a wince. No, there would be no dealing with that one easily. But at least, medical attention was on its way to the Bridge, and sure enough an Ensign carrying a medical kit arrived and was directed presently towards Commander Eastman by the Master Chief, before she turned to him with a rather pointed question, and a tricorder. Slowly, Joshua shook his head. "No, Master Chief, I'm afraid there's little you can do for me right now." Taking a moment to look at his hand, he slid his good thumb into the gash that left the servos and frame of his prosthetic hand exposed, and running it under, he detached the palm synthetic skin panel entirely, therefore removing the flaps of polymer that would otherwise interfere with his movements. He was aware that might be a little unsettling to some, but he needed to be able to work. And the first step in that, was making sure nothing would get underfoot, or in this case, in the way of his fingers. "My prosthetic is fine, this is just... scraped off bodywork, everything else works just fine."And then, he winced in pain again, trying to focus hard on his work, and he could hear what Lieutenant Quinn had to say, and when he spoke of tuning the shields to emit a metaphasic field, that was when the young Ensign knew he was out of his depth. His Starfleet scientific background was in high-energy physics and wave propagation, and that hadn't been covered in the curriculum. "Sir, I don't know how to do that."Frankly, where was little more to be said about that particular topic, so instead he looked to the Medical Ensign who was treating Commander Eastman. Well, if Joshua Niles wasn't too proud to admit he didn't know how to do something, he wasn't about to be too proud to ask for pain relief either. "Doc, over here, with something for neuropathic pain when you have a chance please." [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams), PhD, & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Bridge, USS Mac]As a politician's daughter, Judy was acutely aware of the terrible optics of the young medical officer literally at her feet. She gave him due attention and a nod at first, but then had to continue attending to her bridge and crew. "A supercharged storm," she echoed Quinn's theory. "I suppose there are worse things to stumble upon."She considered his suggestion about the shields. "Let's try to make those shield mods. Again, use whatever resources you need," she directed. Her attention drawn back to the ankle, she replied to Dr. Azaria. "I'll stick to upper-body exercise," she told him. It wasn't ideal to be deprived of hiking and swimming, but this would be better than her hip replacement. "In any case, I'll skip the painkillers. My daily aspirin does enough in that department," she added, referring to just one of her many meds. "Thank you, Doctor."She then turned her head back, towards Ensign Niles. "In that case, Ensign, we can take a moment for the good Doctor to get your arm sorted out," she told him, taking on a motherly tone. "Sadly, I have a feeling there's more ahead for us."Mabel set down the magnetic stool she'd retrieved, and Judy rested both legs on it. Then, the older woman tapped her commbadge. =A= "All hands, this is Commander Eastman. We have encountered an anomaly, one resembling a storm, which has caused the recent shaking; that's the cause of our Yellow Alert. All engineering, security, and medical personnel, report to battle stations. All others should stand by. Furthermore, I advise all on board to remain seated, or within reach of some fixed object, in case we experience more shaking. All personnel with access to a seatbelt should be fastened in whenever possible. Take care, stay safe, and keep on the good work you all do. Eastman out." =A= Judy delivered her message in a calm, steady tone, having been through this and worse in the past. She had, after all, held a First Officer position in wartime. The nuisance of her ankle pain was now discernible only to those who knew her well - or could see her foot. She fastened herself in. Mabel, taking the counselor's seat, did the same. "Chief, I want you to prepare, pre-emptively, a power-shutoff plan in case the system suffers too much strain, and then help Mr. Quinn if he needs it," she then ordered her trusted Chief Engineer. She didn't want to waste precious time later deciding whether to cut power to the science labs, or dim the lighting in officer quarters. [ MCPO Ozu Saya - Bridge] Saya raised a brow at Niles’ casual removal of the synthetic skin from his cybernetic hand, but said, Very well, Ensign. I am no expert in cybernetics, but I would be pleased to assist if you ever have need. She returned to her station with an approving nod at Judy as she let the medical officer check over her injury. Saya sat and buckled in per Judy’s announcement as she considered Quinn’s suggestion. We should be able to accomplish erecting a metaphasic shield by reprogramming some of the plasma flow regulators and fabricating a field emitter coil.
We’ll need to divert power anyway for the shield, she added to Judy. I can begin the programming immediately. Saya hesitated before expressing her next thought. I know that we must get our prisoners to Arkaria; however, I believe it might be prudent to bring us out of warp. We have no idea what sort of effect this anomaly will have on the engines. With the damage it’s done already, I wouldn’t wish to still be at warp if it hits us harder.
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Isaiah Quinn
Science
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Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief Science Officer
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Post by Isaiah Quinn on Jun 13, 2020 8:09:36 GMT
[...] And then, he winced in pain again, trying to focus hard on his work, and he could hear what Lieutenant Quinn had to say, and when he spoke of tuning the shields to emit a metaphasic field, that was when the young Ensign knew he was out of his depth. His Starfleet scientific background was in high-energy physics and wave propagation, and that hadn't been covered in the curriculum. "Sir, I don't know how to do that."Frankly, where was little more to be said about that particular topic, so instead he looked to the Medical Ensign who was treating Commander Eastman. Well, if Joshua Niles wasn't too proud to admit he didn't know how to do something, he wasn't about to be too proud to ask for pain relief either. "Doc, over here, with something for neuropathic pain when you have a chance please." As a politician's daughter, Judy was acutely aware of the terrible optics of the young medical officer literally at her feet. She gave him due attention and a nod at first, but then had to continue attending to her bridge and crew. "A supercharged storm," she echoed Quinn's theory. "I suppose there are worse things to stumble upon."She considered his suggestion about the shields. "Let's try to make those shield mods. Again, use whatever resources you need," she directed. Her attention drawn back to the ankle, she replied to Dr. Azaria. "I'll stick to upper-body exercise," she told him. It wasn't ideal to be deprived of hiking and swimming, but this would be better than her hip replacement. "In any case, I'll skip the painkillers. My daily aspirin does enough in that department," she added, referring to just one of her many meds. "Thank you, Doctor."She then turned her head back, towards Ensign Niles. "In that case, Ensign, we can take a moment for the good Doctor to get your arm sorted out," she told him, taking on a motherly tone. "Sadly, I have a feeling there's more ahead for us."Mabel set down the magnetic stool she'd retrieved, and Judy rested both legs on it. Then, the older woman tapped her commbadge. =A= "All hands, this is Commander Eastman. We have encountered an anomaly, one resembling a storm, which has caused the recent shaking; that's the cause of our Yellow Alert. All engineering, security, and medical personnel, report to battle stations. All others should stand by. Furthermore, I advise all on board to remain seated, or within reach of some fixed object, in case we experience more shaking. All personnel with access to a seatbelt should be fastened in whenever possible. Take care, stay safe, and keep on the good work you all do. Eastman out." =A= Judy delivered her message in a calm, steady tone, having been through this and worse in the past. She had, after all, held a First Officer position in wartime. The nuisance of her ankle pain was now discernible only to those who knew her well - or could see her foot. She fastened herself in. Mabel, taking the counselor's seat, did the same. "Chief, I want you to prepare, pre-emptively, a power-shutoff plan in case the system suffers too much strain, and then help Mr. Quinn if he needs it," she then ordered her trusted Chief Engineer. She didn't want to waste precious time later deciding whether to cut power to the science labs, or dim the lighting in officer quarters. Saya raised a brow at Niles’ casual removal of the synthetic skin from his cybernetic hand, but said, Very well, Ensign. I am no expert in cybernetics, but I would be pleased to assist if you ever have need. She returned to her station with an approving nod at Judy as she let the medical officer check over her injury. Saya sat and buckled in per Judy’s announcement as she considered Quinn’s suggestion. We should be able to accomplish erecting a metaphasic shield by reprogramming some of the plasma flow regulators and fabricating a field emitter coil.
We’ll need to divert power anyway for the shield, she added to Judy. I can begin the programming immediately. Saya hesitated before expressing her next thought. I know that we must get our prisoners to Arkaria; however, I believe it might be prudent to bring us out of warp. We have no idea what sort of effect this anomaly will have on the engines. With the damage it’s done already, I wouldn’t wish to still be at warp if it hits us harder.[Lt. (j.g.) Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] Everyone around the bridge had fallen into their respective duties, heading all of Commander Eastman's orders as they were spoken. Even as Dr. Azaria finished treating her injury, it seemed the acting captain hardly missed a beat. Isaiah's attention was captured as Ensign Niles confessed that he wasn't familiar with how to emit metaphasic shielding around the ship. "Actually, metaphasic shielding isn't currently standard on Federation starships," Isaiah said. "However, I think we have everything we'll need to make the necessary modifications.It didn't take long before he heard Chief Ozu speak, regarding some of the necessary modifications, as she mentioned fabricating the field emitter coil and reprogramming the plasma flow regulators. The science officer nodded along, recognizing that she too was familiar with Dr. Reyga's work. Isaiah nodded in agreement as Chief Ozu suggested taht they be brought out of warp as they worked on the necessary modifications. "Ensign Niles," Isaiah said. "The computer recorded the radial intensity from that latest collisions. Those particular spikes fall just out of the range of our nominal calibrations. If you can increase the subspace compression factor of the shields another 30% it should help compensate for the distortions up 4500 millicochranes." Isaiah made certain he was secured in his seat as he continued to work. "I may need a few minutes to reconfigure the EM scanner so that the deflector network will compensate for the modifications we're making."
Tag: Judith Eastman , Joshua Niles , Ozu Saya , Elijah Azaria (soft), Alex Graham (soft) ********** [ Kaya Som & Prisoners | Brig ]The yellow alert flagged on even as Kaya was hunting for more information in the comm and then came Eastman's update. Kaya waited for it to finish before answering S'Riia. "I'm supposed to be checking a power relay at junction 14," she explained with a half-smile, matching S'Riia's low tone. "It's associated with your systems. Didn't think you'd be keen on lights out alone with that lot back there." Kaya looked past S'Riia again, although she couldn't see their 'guests'. They'd been called to battle stations and she still ought to check that power relay, especially if they were going to get further knocked around, but Kaya found herself lingering. "You going to be fine here on your own?" Kaya didn't doubt the Caitian's capabilities, but if anything went wrong that was a three-on-one scenario.
Back in the cells... A long stare between Benor and Cheron across the aisle conveyed more than words. Malko knew in his gut as well. The youngest of the Arkarians, Malko, young and brash, began shifting his weight from foot to foot. He laced his fingers behind his neck. Soon he was dancing from foot to foot, like a boxer in meditation before the bell. He ran his hands through his hair, he popped his knuckles. "Steady, Malko," Benor hummed. "Steady..." [NPC - PO1 S'Riia - Brig, Deck 9, USS Mac] S'Riia nodded as Kaya explained what she was doing there. "I haven't noticed any malfunctions," S'Riia said. Of course, their usually were redundancies in place to avoid a total loss of power to the brig. "Let me double check. S'Riia moved towards the panel and ran a quick diagnostic. "I did notice a slight spike, but nothing that appears to have disrupted the system.She smiled slightly Kaya asked if she'd be fine on her own. Her eyes rose to look at each of the containment fields. She then glanced back at Kaya, nodding. "I think I can handle it. Besides, Bishop and Dolan should be along shortly with their meal. In the meantime.... S'Riia patted her sidearm. "Just in case." She gestured towards the door with her head. "Go on. Check it out. And maybe we can grab dinner later. Catch you up on who I heard just put in for their resignation."
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Thea Baker
Command
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Posts: 1,448 Likes: 46
Rank: Captain
Position: Commanding Officer
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Post by Thea Baker on Jun 13, 2020 8:58:56 GMT
[Mess Hall - Deck 2] Having done what she could for K'Dex for now until she could get him to Sickbay for a follow up. Thea closed up the medkit and returned it to Melinda, just as the announcement came through from Commander Eastman. The CMO paused for a moment as she listened, ignoring the sudden shudder down her spine at the mention of an anomaly. Although quickly shook off the sense of dejavu as she knew that regardless of her last experience, she had to get to Sickbay and prepare not only the department but also her staff for what they might encounter. As the Mess Hall started to empty with those present answering the call to battle stations, Thea returned to Brody and K'Dex. " I need to get to Sickbay, Ensign any more problems report to Sickbay immediately, if not I will see you for a follow up when this is over"." Petty Officer, if you're not needed elsewhere and wish to still help then feel free to join me in Sickbay".Thea then turned and made her way to the exit, allowing Brody to catch up if he wanted to continue helping.
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Elijah Azaria
Medical
[TI33]
Posts: 39 Likes: 2
Rank: Ensign
Species: Human
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Post by Elijah Azaria on Jun 13, 2020 16:13:36 GMT
[ Ens Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]
No sooner had he poured some of the ship's coffee past his lips, did Ensign Niles hear the Commander speak to him, regarding the alert status. And instantly, he cursed himself. That should've been the first thing he would have reported back, but it had slipped his mind. But then again, it was hard to focus when it felt like the nerves from just below his left shoulder to fingertips that were no longer the ones he'd been born with were screaming as though they were on fire! "Yes, Ma'am, sorry Ma'am," replied he with a wince. No, there would be no dealing with that one easily. But at least, medical attention was on its way to the Bridge, and sure enough an Ensign carrying a medical kit arrived and was directed presently towards Commander Eastman by the Master Chief, before she turned to him with a rather pointed question, and a tricorder. Slowly, Joshua shook his head. "No, Master Chief, I'm afraid there's little you can do for me right now." Taking a moment to look at his hand, he slid his good thumb into the gash that left the servos and frame of his prosthetic hand exposed, and running it under, he detached the palm synthetic skin panel entirely, therefore removing the flaps of polymer that would otherwise interfere with his movements. He was aware that might be a little unsettling to some, but he needed to be able to work. And the first step in that, was making sure nothing would get underfoot, or in this case, in the way of his fingers. "My prosthetic is fine, this is just... scraped off bodywork, everything else works just fine."And then, he winced in pain again, trying to focus hard on his work, and he could hear what Lieutenant Quinn had to say, and when he spoke of tuning the shields to emit a metaphasic field, that was when the young Ensign knew he was out of his depth. His Starfleet scientific background was in high-energy physics and wave propagation, and that hadn't been covered in the curriculum. "Sir, I don't know how to do that."Frankly, where was little more to be said about that particular topic, so instead he looked to the Medical Ensign who was treating Commander Eastman. Well, if Joshua Niles wasn't too proud to admit he didn't know how to do something, he wasn't about to be too proud to ask for pain relief either. "Doc, over here, with something for neuropathic pain when you have a chance please." Judith Eastman , Ozu Saya , Elijah Azaria , Isaiah Quinn , Alex Graham As a politician's daughter, Judy was acutely aware of the terrible optics of the young medical officer literally at her feet. She gave him due attention and a nod at first, but then had to continue attending to her bridge and crew. "A supercharged storm," she echoed Quinn's theory. "I suppose there are worse things to stumble upon."She considered his suggestion about the shields. "Let's try to make those shield mods. Again, use whatever resources you need," she directed. Her attention drawn back to the ankle, she replied to Dr. Azaria. "I'll stick to upper-body exercise," she told him. It wasn't ideal to be deprived of hiking and swimming, but this would be better than her hip replacement. "In any case, I'll skip the painkillers. My daily aspirin does enough in that department," she added, referring to just one of her many meds. "Thank you, Doctor."She then turned her head back, towards Ensign Niles. "In that case, Ensign, we can take a moment for the good Doctor to get your arm sorted out," she told him, taking on a motherly tone. "Sadly, I have a feeling there's more ahead for us."Mabel set down the magnetic stool she'd retrieved, and Judy rested both legs on it. Then, the older woman tapped her commbadge. =A= "All hands, this is Commander Eastman. We have encountered an anomaly, one resembling a storm, which has caused the recent shaking; that's the cause of our Yellow Alert. All engineering, security, and medical personnel, report to battle stations. All others should stand by. Furthermore, I advise all on board to remain seated, or within reach of some fixed object, in case we experience more shaking. All personnel with access to a seatbelt should be fastened in whenever possible. Take care, stay safe, and keep on the good work you all do. Eastman out." =A= Judy delivered her message in a calm, steady tone, having been through this and worse in the past. She had, after all, held a First Officer position in wartime. The nuisance of her ankle pain was now discernible only to those who knew her well - or could see her foot. She fastened herself in. Mabel, taking the counselor's seat, did the same. "Chief, I want you to prepare, pre-emptively, a power-shutoff plan in case the system suffers too much strain, and then help Mr. Quinn if he needs it," she then ordered her trusted Chief Engineer. She didn't want to waste precious time later deciding whether to cut power to the science labs, or dim the lighting in officer quarters.
Tag Ozu Saya , Elijah Azaria , Isaiah Quinn , and Joshua Niles . Soft tag Thea Baker , Fells Halgerdur , K'Dex , @kejalburis , Kaya Som , Datan , Alex Graham [Bridge] Elijah accepted Commander Eastman’s refusal of pain relief and stood once he’d closed his medical kit again. He would have to complete a form on his PADD before he could issue the support and cane, but it would take ten minutes tops. He considered, given the situation, Chief Baker may overlook mild nonconformities. He waited until the Commander had a moment before he said, “ I’ll have the support and cane brought to you immediately, Ma’am. If your pain elevates, I hope you will reconsider pain relief.” He then bowed his head again and turned to the Tactical Officer who had addressed him, vaguely recognising him, and he made his way over. Setting down his bag, Elijah retrieved the medical tricorder and hypospray before he stood up to use the former on the Ensign. For pain relief, his go to was the analgesic Hydrocortilene but if the man was concussed, he would have to recommend Trianoline and supervision in Sickbay, lest he lose consciousness. His eyes surveyed the area of the man’s displayed prosthetic momentarily, the sight unusual to him in his lack of experience, but he didn’t let it distract him. The medical tricorder’s results informed him that the man’s ailment was nerve pain. He was swift in administering a 5% solution of Hydrocortilene to the Tactical Officer’s arm. “ If you require any further medical attention, let me know,” he said when the Officer had a moment. He put the devices away and looked to see if anyone else was in need of his assistance.
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Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
[TI22]
Posts: 649 Likes: 21
Rank: Lieutenant
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Post by Joshua Niles on Jun 13, 2020 18:40:16 GMT
[Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams), PhD, & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Bridge, USS Mac]As a politician's daughter, Judy was acutely aware of the terrible optics of the young medical officer literally at her feet. She gave him due attention and a nod at first, but then had to continue attending to her bridge and crew. "A supercharged storm," she echoed Quinn's theory. "I suppose there are worse things to stumble upon."She considered his suggestion about the shields. "Let's try to make those shield mods. Again, use whatever resources you need," she directed. Her attention drawn back to the ankle, she replied to Dr. Azaria. "I'll stick to upper-body exercise," she told him. It wasn't ideal to be deprived of hiking and swimming, but this would be better than her hip replacement. "In any case, I'll skip the painkillers. My daily aspirin does enough in that department," she added, referring to just one of her many meds. "Thank you, Doctor."She then turned her head back, towards Ensign Niles. "In that case, Ensign, we can take a moment for the good Doctor to get your arm sorted out," she told him, taking on a motherly tone. "Sadly, I have a feeling there's more ahead for us."Mabel set down the magnetic stool she'd retrieved, and Judy rested both legs on it. Then, the older woman tapped her commbadge. =A= "All hands, this is Commander Eastman. We have encountered an anomaly, one resembling a storm, which has caused the recent shaking; that's the cause of our Yellow Alert. All engineering, security, and medical personnel, report to battle stations. All others should stand by. Furthermore, I advise all on board to remain seated, or within reach of some fixed object, in case we experience more shaking. All personnel with access to a seatbelt should be fastened in whenever possible. Take care, stay safe, and keep on the good work you all do. Eastman out." =A= Judy delivered her message in a calm, steady tone, having been through this and worse in the past. She had, after all, held a First Officer position in wartime. The nuisance of her ankle pain was now discernible only to those who knew her well - or could see her foot. She fastened herself in. Mabel, taking the counselor's seat, did the same. "Chief, I want you to prepare, pre-emptively, a power-shutoff plan in case the system suffers too much strain, and then help Mr. Quinn if he needs it," she then ordered her trusted Chief Engineer. She didn't want to waste precious time later deciding whether to cut power to the science labs, or dim the lighting in officer quarters. [ MCPO Ozu Saya - Bridge] Saya raised a brow at Niles’ casual removal of the synthetic skin from his cybernetic hand, but said, Very well, Ensign. I am no expert in cybernetics, but I would be pleased to assist if you ever have need. She returned to her station with an approving nod at Judy as she let the medical officer check over her injury. Saya sat and buckled in per Judy’s announcement as she considered Quinn’s suggestion. We should be able to accomplish erecting a metaphasic shield by reprogramming some of the plasma flow regulators and fabricating a field emitter coil.
We’ll need to divert power anyway for the shield, she added to Judy. I can begin the programming immediately. Saya hesitated before expressing her next thought. I know that we must get our prisoners to Arkaria; however, I believe it might be prudent to bring us out of warp. We have no idea what sort of effect this anomaly will have on the engines. With the damage it’s done already, I wouldn’t wish to still be at warp if it hits us harder.[Lt. (j.g.) Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] Everyone around the bridge had fallen into their respective duties, heading all of Commander Eastman's orders as they were spoken. Even as Dr. Azaria finished treating her injury, it seemed the acting captain hardly missed a beat. Isaiah's attention was captured as Ensign Niles confessed that he wasn't familiar with how to emit metaphasic shielding around the ship. "Actually, metaphasic shielding isn't currently standard on Federation starships," Isaiah said. "However, I think we have everything we'll need to make the necessary modifications.It didn't take long before he heard Chief Ozu speak, regarding some of the necessary modifications, as she mentioned fabricating the field emitter coil and reprogramming the plasma flow regulators. The science officer nodded along, recognizing that she too was familiar with Dr. Reyga's work. Isaiah nodded in agreement as Chief Ozu suggested taht they be brought out of warp as they worked on the necessary modifications. "Ensign Niles," Isaiah said. "The computer recorded the radial intensity from that latest collisions. Those particular spikes fall just out of the range of our nominal calibrations. If you can increase the subspace compression factor of the shields another 30% it should help compensate for the distortions up 4500 millicochranes." Isaiah made certain he was secured in his seat as he continued to work. "I may need a few minutes to reconfigure the EM scanner so that the deflector network will compensate for the modifications we're making."[...] [Bridge] Elijah accepted Commander Eastman’s refusal of pain relief and stood once he’d closed his medical kit again. He would have to complete a form on his PADD before he could issue the support and cane, but it would take ten minutes tops. He considered, given the situation, Chief Baker may overlook mild nonconformities. He waited until the Commander had a moment before he said, “ I’ll have the support and cane brought to you immediately, Ma’am. If your pain elevates, I hope you will reconsider pain relief.” He then bowed his head again and turned to the Tactical Officer who had addressed him, vaguely recognising him, and he made his way over. Setting down his bag, Elijah retrieved the medical tricorder and hypospray before he stood up to use the former on the Ensign. For pain relief, his go to was the analgesic Hydrocortilene but if the man was concussed, he would have to recommend Trianoline and supervision in Sickbay, lest he lose consciousness. His eyes surveyed the area of the man’s displayed prosthetic momentarily, the sight unusual to him in his lack of experience, but he didn’t let it distract him. The medical tricorder’s results informed him that the man’s ailment was nerve pain. He was swift in administering a 5% solution of Hydrocortilene to the Tactical Officer’s arm. “ If you require any further medical attention, let me know,” he said when the Officer had a moment. He put the devices away and looked to see if anyone else was in need of his assistance. [ Ens Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]Chronic pain had been an ever-present companion for Joshua since his shuttle accident, and while he did take a daily low dose of Capabentin to manage it, heavy stress could make the pain flare up; that, or a sudden jolt or shock could send him into agony. But, the good doctor seemed to not need to be told twice, and the hypospray into his arm had a nearly instantaneous effect. As the analgesic worked its way to suppress the screams of his tortured nerves, the Tactical Officer flexed his prosthetic hand as the pain that should not exist faded away. "Thanks, Doc," replied he before he started to consider the information provided to him. For one thing, there was no chair for him to use at Tactical One. Which meant that he would be at the mercy of Sir Isaac Newton should the ship lurch again. But, at least, with the painkillers coursing through his veins, he would be able to hold on with his prosthetic hand without too much discomfort should that come to be. Now that he was settled in, he finally could acknowledge the Master Chief, and he offered her a simple nod. "Thanks, Master Chief. There's no real damage, I'll just swing by Sickbay when I have a chance so I can get a new palm pad replicated." The damage was, indeed, minimal, if an annoyance. As Mister Quinn spoke, Niles' hands started their work on his controls. Of course, he knew Mac was not equipped with metaphasic shields; after all, he did have three months to study his new assignment while in transit, and the Fawkes' XO, Commander Severin, had made it clear that in addition to borrowing him to stand bridge watches she would expect him to become an expert on the Sovereign-class ship he was assigned to, at least from a tactical standpoint. And while he had no idea how to emit a metaphasic field, the information given to him would indeed let him modify the shield generators' output to match. "Aye Sir, that I can do." Of course, there would be a bit of a lag for total adaptation while the Science officer would get the right sensor output routed to the deflector, but if the math was right, then at least it would take the sting out of the next hit. And, with that done, he could look at the tactical picture again, what there was of it; which was to say, practically nothing that even remotely stuck out of the ordinary at this time. And he certainly wished he had a way to see the next surge coming, at least get a heads up of some sort...
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
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Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Jun 13, 2020 20:03:54 GMT
[ MCPO Ozu Saya - Bridge] Saya raised a brow at Niles’ casual removal of the synthetic skin from his cybernetic hand, but said, Very well, Ensign. I am no expert in cybernetics, but I would be pleased to assist if you ever have need. She returned to her station with an approving nod at Judy as she let the medical officer check over her injury. Saya sat and buckled in per Judy’s announcement as she considered Quinn’s suggestion. We should be able to accomplish erecting a metaphasic shield by reprogramming some of the plasma flow regulators and fabricating a field emitter coil.
We’ll need to divert power anyway for the shield, she added to Judy. I can begin the programming immediately. Saya hesitated before expressing her next thought. I know that we must get our prisoners to Arkaria; however, I believe it might be prudent to bring us out of warp. We have no idea what sort of effect this anomaly will have on the engines. With the damage it’s done already, I wouldn’t wish to still be at warp if it hits us harder.[Lt. (j.g.) Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] Everyone around the bridge had fallen into their respective duties, heading all of Commander Eastman's orders as they were spoken. Even as Dr. Azaria finished treating her injury, it seemed the acting captain hardly missed a beat. Isaiah's attention was captured as Ensign Niles confessed that he wasn't familiar with how to emit metaphasic shielding around the ship. "Actually, metaphasic shielding isn't currently standard on Federation starships," Isaiah said. "However, I think we have everything we'll need to make the necessary modifications.It didn't take long before he heard Chief Ozu speak, regarding some of the necessary modifications, as she mentioned fabricating the field emitter coil and reprogramming the plasma flow regulators. The science officer nodded along, recognizing that she too was familiar with Dr. Reyga's work. Isaiah nodded in agreement as Chief Ozu suggested taht they be brought out of warp as they worked on the necessary modifications. "Ensign Niles," Isaiah said. "The computer recorded the radial intensity from that latest collisions. Those particular spikes fall just out of the range of our nominal calibrations. If you can increase the subspace compression factor of the shields another 30% it should help compensate for the distortions up 4500 millicochranes." Isaiah made certain he was secured in his seat as he continued to work. "I may need a few minutes to reconfigure the EM scanner so that the deflector network will compensate for the modifications we're making."[Bridge] Elijah accepted Commander Eastman’s refusal of pain relief and stood once he’d closed his medical kit again. He would have to complete a form on his PADD before he could issue the support and cane, but it would take ten minutes tops. He considered, given the situation, Chief Baker may overlook mild nonconformities. He waited until the Commander had a moment before he said, “ I’ll have the support and cane brought to you immediately, Ma’am. If your pain elevates, I hope you will reconsider pain relief.” He then bowed his head again and turned to the Tactical Officer who had addressed him, vaguely recognising him, and he made his way over. Setting down his bag, Elijah retrieved the medical tricorder and hypospray before he stood up to use the former on the Ensign. For pain relief, his go to was the analgesic Hydrocortilene but if the man was concussed, he would have to recommend Trianoline and supervision in Sickbay, lest he lose consciousness. His eyes surveyed the area of the man’s displayed prosthetic momentarily, the sight unusual to him in his lack of experience, but he didn’t let it distract him. The medical tricorder’s results informed him that the man’s ailment was nerve pain. He was swift in administering a 5% solution of Hydrocortilene to the Tactical Officer’s arm. “ If you require any further medical attention, let me know,” he said when the Officer had a moment. He put the devices away and looked to see if anyone else was in need of his assistance. [ Ens Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]Chronic pain had been an ever-present companion for Joshua since his shuttle accident, and while he did take a daily low dose of Capabentin to manage it, heavy stress could make the pain flare up; that, or a sudden jolt or shock could send him into agony. But, the good doctor seemed to not need to be told twice, and the hypospray into his arm had a nearly instantaneous effect. As the analgesic worked its way to suppress the screams of his tortured nerves, the Tactical Officer flexed his prosthetic hand as the pain that should not exist faded away. "Thanks, Doc," replied he before he started to consider the information provided to him. For one thing, there was no chair for him to use at Tactical One. Which meant that he would be at the mercy of Sir Isaac Newton should the ship lurch again. But, at least, with the painkillers coursing through his veins, he would be able to hold on with his prosthetic hand without too much discomfort should that come to be. Now that he was settled in, he finally could acknowledge the Master Chief, and he offered her a simple nod. "Thanks, Master Chief. There's no real damage, I'll just swing by Sickbay when I have a chance so I can get a new palm pad replicated." The damage was, indeed, minimal, if an annoyance. As Mister Quinn spoke, Niles' hands started their work on his controls. Of course, he knew Mac was not equipped with metaphasic shields; after all, he did have three months to study his new assignment while in transit, and the Fawkes' XO, Commander Severin, had made it clear that in addition to borrowing him to stand bridge watches she would expect him to become an expert on the Sovereign-class ship he was assigned to, at least from a tactical standpoint. And while he had no idea how to emit a metaphasic field, the information given to him would indeed let him modify the shield generators' output to match. "Aye Sir, that I can do." Of course, there would be a bit of a lag for total adaptation while the Science officer would get the right sensor output routed to the deflector, but if the math was right, then at least it would take the sting out of the next hit. And, with that done, he could look at the tactical picture again, what there was of it; which was to say, practically nothing that even remotely stuck out of the ordinary at this time. And he certainly wished he had a way to see the next surge coming, at least get a heads up of some sort... [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Bridge, USS Mac]Judy took in her people's input. "I agree," she told Saya, turning her head towards the engineer and then back to the helm. "Crewman, take us out of Warp. All stop."And as the words left Judy's mouth, the ship shook violently once again. Fastened in as she was, Judy didn't take any further hits, although she did end up grabbing onto her bifocals to keep them from falling. Across the ship, there was damage. The ship's computer automatically brought it to a complete stop, due to damage to the core. Anyone near a viewport could see the stars shift from streaks to their usual dots. All power was lost to the Brig, and plasma fires erupted on Decks 8 and 9. The phasers were rendered inoperable. The power system as a whole found itself under considerable strain. Throughout the Bridge, various consoles flashed red. While hers was only a high-level overview, Judy could tell things were very wrong. "Red alert," she called out. "Everyone, report."Judy worriedly cast her eyes around the bridge, worried about the harm that might have befallen her people from this wave. They'd upped their preparation, and yet the wave had been more forceful - that was a bad sign if ever there was one.
Tag EVERYONE: Ozu Saya , Isaiah Quinn , Elijah Azaria , Joshua Niles , Alex Graham Kaya Som, Thea Baker , Fells Halgerdur , Datan , @kejalburis , K'Dex
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