Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609 Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Jan 12, 2021 13:46:06 GMT
[Lt. Paawin Riyo - Front Ear - Sickbay]Sven's shoulder tears and dislocations were much easier to repair than the broken bones and organ damage. Which was a good thing, because if the procedure had been any more complex, Riyo would have needed the nurse to do more than hold the instruments at a certain angle. Even so, it was slow work, as the doctor had to carefully watch the insertion of the tools he wasn't holding, and verbally describe where to put it, how to hold it, when to move it which direction and how far... Thankfully the nurse was a good listener. Eventually all the damage from the accident had been repaired, and Riyo sealed up the incisions. His gaze focused on the monitor for awhile, making sure the vitals remained stable and steady, and in the appropriate ranges. "Alright, I'll keep an eye on him for a little longer to be on the safe side, but it looks we got everything." Turning back to the nurse, he saw the young man already pointing a tricorder at him. Sighing softly, he knew there was no point arguing, and stepped over to the next biobed. When he reached to unzip his uniform jacket however, he grimaced, his left arm too weak to even bend to 90 degrees. Okay, maybe this was worse than he'd thought... He used his right hand to unzip his jacket, and the nurse assisted by pulling the fabric off his right arm, so he could carefully reach around and pull it the rest of the way off his injured arm. Discarding it on the biobed, he sat down, finally risking a look to see his arm had swollen to almost the size of Sven's. That was definitely not good... The other nurse set about healing the Vulcan's injuries, taking care to go not too slow, lest he insist she was incompetent, and not too fast, let he say she wasn't doing a thorough job. She also made certain there was no scarring, no matter how faint. It wasn't that she was afraid of him and his incessant reporting... she really just didn't want to give him an excuse to stick around any longer than absolutely necessary. "There you go, sir." She said as she turned off the dermal regenerator and took a step back. "You're all set to return to duty."
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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 Jan 12, 2021 18:32:58 GMT
[ MCPO Ozu Saya - CO's Quarters] Saya listened with one ear as Kova interacted with the computer, when the Andorian made her final assessment, she looked away from her own terminal and frowned up at Kova. You can sit down, she said wryly. Judy simply prefers that the chairs not be adjusted overmuch as it's difficult to get them back to the perfect settings.
And while a brand new station would be quite nice, I'm afraid it's not feasible at the moment. All right, that one was deliberately Vulcan-ish to rile the Andorian, but Saya was frustrated. Glancing to Judy, she reported, It's difficult to state with certainty, but the malfunctions seem to have increased from the normal average beginning approximately four weeks ago, but I can't find any initiating incident.[ Kova Sh'qaleq - CO's Quarters, Front Ear Station ] As the Vulcan pointed out that Kova could sit down, as long as she didn't adjust the chair too much, the Andorian's brow furrowed. "Does my not sitting in the chair not accomplish that goal?" she asked. Kova wasn't overly concerned with the captain's preferences, but still thought it best to avoid getting on her bad side, especially if it meant violating the preferences of her decor. Humans could be rather territorial. Just look at how they had exploded to every corner of the universe in such a short time. It wasn't long before Captain Eastman returned, now clad in her Starfleet uniform. She inquired what they had discovered. Clearly, her comment about getting a new station had been overheard. Saya remarked that it wasn't necessarily feasible. To those words, the Andorian rolled her eyes and simply slighed. While the literal may be the best option, the Andorian hadn't intended to be taken literally. Saya's report went on to mention that it seemed the situation had been deteriorating for weeks. Clearly, given the fact she couldn't find the initial incident meant she had no idea how any of this started. Still, her report seemed to corroborate what Kova was seeing as well. "Whatever is happening, is causing systems relays to reroute all over the station," Kova stated. In her opinion, it was one of the few hazards of Starfleet's recent dedication to bio-neural gel packs. "Whatever happened probably started as a simple malfunction." Given present company, Kova didn't believe that was much of a stretch. "Some systems are able to temporarily reroute themselves until repairs came be made. There is something that is beginning to tax all those relays to the point where they could be breaking down permanently."It was possible that Kova was exaggerating just a tad, but left unchecked, it was likely that what she had described could just as easily come to pass. "You said this seemed to start weeks ago? Who was here that doesn't like you?" Kova asked. "Like I said, I don't currently see any sign of a virus, but if it's a chameleon, detecting it will take a bit longer." Not to mention likely be a pain in her blue ass to remove. {Click for a floor plan of the CO's study} [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Study, Commanding Officer's Quarters]Judy sighed, lamenting the inexplicable nature of the malfunctions. "The timing is interesting, because four weeks ago, we were in the middle of a standoff with the Nybberites. That would be a good time to deliver a knockout blow, not to start a slow fire under our tuchuses[fn]Yiddish, means "butts", as context implies.[/fn], and since then, we had a transfer of power. Whatever this thing is, it's probably not in its creator's control, since it's missed some strong opportunities."She eyed one of the little locomotives on the model railroad, an apple-green tender engine[fn] The London & North Eastern Railway class V4, pictured. [/fn], and briefly noted in her head how much simpler maintenance was in that ancient time, when every problem originated in a clear system and most could be fixed with a hammer. "Let's try to pre-emptively dumb down our power consumption, to get the relays under control. Chief, you know what to do. Ms. Sh'qaleq, try to track down where in the grid the malfunctions started, and do sit down," she ordered, and then tapped the combadge mounted on her vest. =A= "Eastman to Henriksen, report to Commander Harmon in Ops." =A= She knew Mabel was in the office today. The young woman wanted to pursue graduate studies remotely, and was working on applications for that today. =A= "Aye, aye, Captain," =A= the young woman answered. =A= "Eastman to Harmon, get someone to pull up the ships that docked with us 4 to 6 weeks ago, and identify the ones in the orange and red tiers. Also look for questionable people in our customs logs for that time period," =A= she ordered the Intel officer. The tiers referenced indicated were of a 5-tier system devised by the then-XO's office in conjunction with intel, to classify ships (of those that regularly made runs to the station) by how trustworthy or dubious their crews, owners, and, operations were. Red indicated known criminals and hostiles that they had simply been unable to nail for anything. Jett's ship was firmly in the red tier. Orange indicated questionable ships, which warranted a closer eye, but could still be lived with. The Soteria, for example, was in this category, ever since the joint exercises that past (Terran, northern hemisphere) autumn. Yellow indicated ships that operated mostly on the right side of the law, which comprised the vast majority of shipping here on the frontier. Most of the yellow tier members were decent folks trying to make a living. Green indicated trustworthy merchants, including those with whom Starfleet had a good working relationship. Blue indicated ships belonging to or under the authority of the fleet itself.
Tag Ozu Saya, Kova Sh'qaleq, and Matthew Harmon [NPC - Lt. j.g. Mabel Henriksen - Ops]On getting her orders, Mabel left the office and headed swiftly to Ops. Of all the senior officers other than Captain Eastman, Matt Harmon was probably the one she worked the closest with. She briefly entertained the urge to waddle into the room, an allusion to the Intel officer's pronunciation of a certain word, but decided it would be too insubordinate. "The Captain sent me," she announced.
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Avi Moz
Civilian
Scientifically, as a species, we are absolutely obnoxious.
Posts: 124 Likes: 13
Position: Mechanic
Species: Bolian
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Post by Avi Moz on Jan 12, 2021 18:54:54 GMT
[ T’Laara - Corridor -> Main Engineering] In her way, T’Laara was quickly growing to like Mott. Even if the creature turned out to be a false alarm.. the kid was smart. “That’s fascinating.” It really was. “Which kind do you think these are? If they have adapted to living here, they could definitely cause damage if left alone.” They walked into a turbolift and she fell silent as she considered the full implications of that Mott was talking about, and just how extensive the infestation would have to be for it to be true. Could these animals really be living in the walls and causing this much damage without anyone else noticing? Or even feeding on the energy of the station itself? The doors to main engineering swept open as they reached their destination. She didn’t see Chief Ozu anywhere amid the very harassed looking engineers. At first nobody seemed to pay them any mind, as stressed and caught up in their work as they obviously were. No matter. T’Laara strode confidently through the room and approached the man who appeared to be in charge. “Excuse me, but there’s something you should see, that could be contributing to the recent increase in malfunctions.” She looked to Mott to finish his story. [ Mott Moz | Engineering ]T'Laara and Mott started coming up with theories on the way to Engineering. T'Laara wondered if they somehow adapted to living off the ship, Mott wondered where they'd come from in the first place. But soon they were at Engineering. If T'Laara was speaking to him any more, he didn't notice. He'd immediately become entranced by all the glowing lights and complicated stations. "Fredrik..."[fn]Bolian obscenity[/fn] he muttered in awe. He set the jar down on the first horizontal surface and immediately began wandering between stations, up stairs, across balconies, touching everything as he went. More than one on-duty crewman tried to intervene, not expecting for a nosy kid to suddenly appear. All the while, Mott continued to express his interest with breathy exclamations of interested and boyish wonder. "Whoa! Look at this? What's this? What's that. Oh! Banging! I'm just looking, calm your gob."Mott lingered for a moment at the live support administration arrays that featured a glowing schematic of the entire station with different colored lines representing the network of different aspects - ventilation, climate control, gravity. There were some alerts flicking here and there. He began tapping the screen and navigating menus. Ozu Saya (George), Shavan Th'zhaar (T'Laara)
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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 Jan 12, 2021 20:52:43 GMT
[ Lt. George Hugo - Engineering] George cursed quietly as he hauled himself back out from under a computer console at the new emergency call. =/\= Hugo here. Stand by. He tried to look it up in the system, but all the airlocks read green. Well, that didn't mean much. Computer, what is the location of Crewman Duff?Crewman Duff is in Airlock A-1.George pulled up the readouts for the transporter system and then checked the redundancies and backups for good measure. It might still be disastrous, but he had little choice. Computer, emergency transport of Crewman Duff and anyone in her vicinity directly to sickbay. Alert sickbay of possible incoming casualties.---------- [In Sickbay] Attention, medical personnel. Incoming casualties.This announcement came just a moment before two people were deposited by transporter beam...about 6 inches above the floor. ---------- Tag Sven Aune (Duff and Ragde) and Jovireh Velal (medical)
As George turned to head back to what he'd been doing, again, a Vulcan in civilian clothes approached him. At the same time, he caught a flash of blue that seemed out of place and he held up one finger to ask the Vulcan to wait. Approaching, he saw a young Bolian boy tapping away at the main station schematic. The large man's brow furrowed in consternation. He did not have time for this. His heavy hand came down on the boy's shoulder, not so hard that Mott couldn't pull away if he wanted, but enough to make his presence known. George's voice was gentler than he'd intended, though, when he spoke. You can't be in here. Especially not now; we've got a lot of problems to deal with.He guided, or attempted to, the boy back to where the Vulcan was standing and said, I'm sorry. What seems to be the problem?---------- Tag Shavan Th'zhaar and Avi Moz
[ MCPO Ozu Saya - CO's Quarters --> Engineering] Saya managed a small smile at Kova's retort about the chair. She wasn't wrong, and if the Andorian was comfortable standing while she worked, Saya wouldn't argue with her. Upon Judy's orders, Saya nodded and stood. I'll get back to engineering and see what we can shut down. Since systems are automatically rerouting, we may have trouble isolating non-vital systems for reduced power, but I will do my best.
Thank you for your assistance Ms. Sh'qaleq. Please keep me advised if you learn anything further. I'll do the same.Saya grabbed a couple of pieces of cheese for fuel and left, pausing in the living room to don her boots before exiting at nearly a trot to return to engineering. There were teams everywhere making repairs. Very few even paused to acknowledge their chief's passing, their attention so focused on their tasks. ---------- Tag Judith Eastman and Kova Sh'qaleq
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Sven Aune
Security & Tactical
[TI23]
Posts: 378 Likes: 23
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief of Security. Combat Engineer
Species: Human
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Post by Sven Aune on Jan 12, 2021 22:19:50 GMT
[Lt. Paawin Riyo - Front Ear - Sickbay]Sven's shoulder tears and dislocations were much easier to repair than the broken bones and organ damage. Which was a good thing, because if the procedure had been any more complex, Riyo would have needed the nurse to do more than hold the instruments at a certain angle. Even so, it was slow work, as the doctor had to carefully watch the insertion of the tools he wasn't holding, and verbally describe where to put it, how to hold it, when to move it which direction and how far... Thankfully the nurse was a good listener. Eventually all the damage from the accident had been repaired, and Riyo sealed up the incisions. His gaze focused on the monitor for awhile, making sure the vitals remained stable and steady, and in the appropriate ranges. "Alright, I'll keep an eye on him for a little longer to be on the safe side, but it looks we got everything." Turning back to the nurse, he saw the young man already pointing a tricorder at him. Sighing softly, he knew there was no point arguing, and stepped over to the next biobed. When he reached to unzip his uniform jacket however, he grimaced, his left arm too weak to even bend to 90 degrees. Okay, maybe this was worse than he'd thought... He used his right hand to unzip his jacket, and the nurse assisted by pulling the fabric off his right arm, so he could carefully reach around and pull it the rest of the way off his injured arm. Discarding it on the biobed, he sat down, finally risking a look to see his arm had swollen to almost the size of Sven's. That was definitely not good... The other nurse set about healing the Vulcan's injuries, taking care to go not too slow, lest he insist she was incompetent, and not too fast, let he say she wasn't doing a thorough job. She also made certain there was no scarring, no matter how faint. It wasn't that she was afraid of him and his incessant reporting... she really just didn't want to give him an excuse to stick around any longer than absolutely necessary. "There you go, sir." She said as she turned off the dermal regenerator and took a step back. "You're all set to return to duty."
Tag Sven Aune [ Lt. George Hugo - Engineering] George cursed quietly as he hauled himself back out from under a computer console at the new emergency call. =/\= Hugo here. Stand by. He tried to look it up in the system, but all the airlocks read green. Well, that didn't mean much. Computer, what is the location of Crewman Duff?Crewman Duff is in Airlock A-1.George pulled up the readouts for the transporter system and then checked the redundancies and backups for good measure. It might still be disastrous, but he had little choice. Computer, emergency transport of Crewman Duff and anyone in her vicinity directly to sickbay. Alert sickbay of possible incoming casualties.---------- [In Sickbay] Attention, medical personnel. Incoming casualties.This announcement came just a moment before two people were deposited by transporter beam...about 6 inches above the floor. ---------- Tag Sven Aune (Duff and Ragde) and Jovireh Velal (medical)
As George turned to head back to what he'd been doing, again, a Vulcan in civilian clothes approached him. At the same time, he caught a flash of blue that seemed out of place and he held up one finger to ask the Vulcan to wait. Approaching, he saw a young Bolian boy tapping away at the main station schematic. The large man's brow furrowed in consternation. He did not have time for this. His heavy hand came down on the boy's shoulder, not so hard that Mott couldn't pull away if he wanted, but enough to make his presence known. George's voice was gentler than he'd intended, though, when he spoke. You can't be in here. Especially not now; we've got a lot of problems to deal with.He guided, or attempted to, the boy back to where the Vulcan was standing and said, I'm sorry. What seems to be the problem?---------- Tag Shavan Th'zhaar and Avi Moz
[ MCPO Ozu Saya - CO's Quarters --> Engineering] Saya managed a small smile at Kova's retort about the chair. She wasn't wrong, and if the Andorian was comfortable standing while she worked, Saya wouldn't argue with her. Upon Judy's orders, Saya nodded and stood. I'll get back to engineering and see what we can shut down. Since systems are automatically rerouting, we may have trouble isolating non-vital systems for reduced power, but I will do my best.
Thank you for your assistance Ms. Sh'qaleq. Please keep me advised if you learn anything further. I'll do the same.Saya grabbed a couple of pieces of cheese for fuel and left, pausing in the living room to don her boots before exiting at nearly a trot to return to engineering. There were teams everywhere making repairs. Very few even paused to acknowledge their chief's passing, their attention so focused on their tasks. ---------- Tag Judith Eastman and Kova Sh'qaleq | Sickbay || lt. cmdr. Sven Aune | lt. (jr.grd.) Sorren | Crewman Alice Duff | Crewman Edgar Ragde |And everything was gotten and taken care of. The doctor managed to stich Sven up, and now all that was left was waiting for the anesthetics to wear off the large man. He was surfacing and moaned in his sleep. "No no. Chocolate is much better." he said. "But only when the dog licks the balloon first." There was a pause and a snore like snort. "Macaroni isn't supposed to eat people. I think it's an invasion. Judy needs to stop peeling potatoes and tell Max to hit the alarm...."He snorted again and tried to roll over. A bit of drool glopped out of his mouth. Sorren, being Vulcan, couldn't express any emotions. But it was clear that the chief of security was, quite off his rocker. The nurse worked quickly, and he actually complemented her. "That was most efficient. Perhaps you should train the rest of the staff here." He glanced at the doctor. His arm was swelling. "That does not look good. Perhaps your staff can help you." He said with the usual concealed snotiness. Sorren stood to leave sickbay. Expecting the door to open he walked right into it, again, and smashed his face into the hard metal surface. He would have cursed, but did not. But unlike the last time, the door didn't open. "This door is malfunctioning." he said to the nursing staff, expecting them to do something about it. "I'm sure it's that Andorian."Meanwhile outside sickbay blue light swirled with silver specks of glitter and the sound of transport filled the air. Two people materialized about a half a foot above the floor. They fell with a jolt and Alice squeeled as her stomach lept out of her throat. She felt about for a second and picked up her tricorder and her face was one of puzzlement. "Ouch, that hurt. Anyway, according to this, there was no loss of pressure." There was no response. She looked over to Edgar. He was sitting helter-skeltered on the deck plating. She blinked. What was on his face was....Not glasses. It was the same materials as his glasses. But the matter was arranged in a very different fashion. A twisted blob of plastics, lens material and metal. It fell to the floor. Edgar squinted his tiny eyes, and out of habit tried to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose, but managed to poke his eye and hissed. "Ow!" He blinked a few times. She scanned the twisted blob. The tricorder made its little noises. "I think that was your glasses" her face fell. "That could have been us."-A- "Engineering, This is Duff. We were just emergency transported, and there seems to be a problem." -A-Edgar sighed. "Those were my dad's frames."Tags Jovireh Velal (Sven, Sorren) Ozu Saya (Alice Duff) Mentions Judith Eastman
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Shavan Th'zhaar
Science
[TI35]
Posts: 800 Likes: 19
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Assistant Chief of Science
Species: Orion/Andorian
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Post by Shavan Th'zhaar on Jan 13, 2021 1:28:05 GMT
[ Mott Moz | Engineering ]T'Laara and Mott started coming up with theories on the way to Engineering. T'Laara wondered if they somehow adapted to living off the ship, Mott wondered where they'd come from in the first place. But soon they were at Engineering. If T'Laara was speaking to him any more, he didn't notice. He'd immediately become entranced by all the glowing lights and complicated stations. "Fredrik..." he muttered in awe. He set the jar down on the first horizontal surface and immediately began wandering between stations, up stairs, across balconies, touching everything as he went. More than one on-duty crewman tried to intervene, not expecting for a nosy kid to suddenly appear. All the while, Mott continued to express his interest with breathy exclamations of interested and boyish wonder. "Whoa! Look at this? What's this? What's that. Oh! Banging! I'm just looking, calm your gob."Mott lingered for a moment at the live support administration arrays that featured a glowing schematic of the entire station with different colored lines representing the network of different aspects - ventilation, climate control, gravity. There were some alerts flicking here and there. He began tapping the screen and navigating menus. As George turned to head back to what he'd been doing, again, a Vulcan in civilian clothes approached him. At the same time, he caught a flash of blue that seemed out of place and he held up one finger to ask the Vulcan to wait. Approaching, he saw a young Bolian boy tapping away at the main station schematic. The large man's brow furrowed in consternation. He did not have time for this. His heavy hand came down on the boy's shoulder, not so hard that Mott couldn't pull away if he wanted, but enough to make his presence known. George's voice was gentler than he'd intended, though, when he spoke. You can't be in here. Especially not now; we've got a lot of problems to deal with.He guided, or attempted to, the boy back to where the Vulcan was standing and said, I'm sorry. What seems to be the problem?[ T’Laara - Engineering] T’Laara looked back and paused as she realized Mott was no longer following her. Surely no Vulcan child would have run off like that. Especially when he was the one who had originally wanted to come here. When the engineer went to go deal with him, T’Laara quickly stepped back and picked up the jar that the kid had left on a bewildered crewman’s desk. Fortunately, they soon returned, and the man appeared willing to listen. Clutching the jar, she searched for a credible way to explain her encounter with Mott and their theories about the creatures. “This animal was found eating through wiring in the walls. It could have caused some of the damage to the station’s systems, and there may be more of them. We are here to report it.”Avi Moz (Mott) Ozu Saya (George)
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Avi Moz
Civilian
Scientifically, as a species, we are absolutely obnoxious.
Posts: 124 Likes: 13
Position: Mechanic
Species: Bolian
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Post by Avi Moz on Jan 13, 2021 5:06:40 GMT
[...] His heavy hand came down on the boy's shoulder, not so hard that Mott couldn't pull away if he wanted, but enough to make his presence known. George's voice was gentler than he'd intended, though, when he spoke. You can't be in here. Especially not now; we've got a lot of problems to deal with.He guided, or attempted to, the boy back to where the Vulcan was standing and said, I'm sorry. What seems to be the problem?T’Laara looked back and paused as she realized Mott was no longer following her. Surely no Vulcan child would have run off like that. Especially when he was the one who had originally wanted to come here. When the engineer went to go deal with him, T’Laara quickly stepped back and picked up the jar that the kid had left on a bewildered crewman’s desk. Fortunately, they soon returned, and the man appeared willing to listen. Clutching the jar, she searched for a credible way to explain her encounter with Mott and their theories about the creatures. “This animal was found eating through wiring in the walls. It could have caused some of the damage to the station’s systems, and there may be more of them. We are here to report it.” [ Mott Moz | Engineering ]"C'mon!" Mott indignantly shrugged against the huge human's firm hand but ultimately allowed himself to be herded back to T'Laara and his critter. "I found it," he corrected T'Laara, remembering their purpose in coming to Engineering. "It was in a circuit box, not the walls and it wasn't eating it was chewing."He wasn't being snide, just trying to be accurate. "Are you the boss, then?" he asked of George Hugo. But then the little blue Bolian's eyes grew wide and round. A familiar woman had just walked into Engineering and even though she was in Starfleet uniform he immediate recognized her. The Vulcan from the market back on Celladore! He'd got caught trying to steal from her friend's pocket and it had nearly ruined his entire afternoon. Cousin Kamzi had been dead angry. It had taken him hours to sneak out again. How was she here!? Ozu Saya (Saya, George), Shavan Th'zhaar (T'Laara)
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Thomas Jett
Civilian
Posts: 136 Likes: 5
Position: Civilian - Captain
Species: Human
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Post by Thomas Jett on Jan 13, 2021 20:18:00 GMT
[Fron Ear – Prominade Corridor] As he heard that he was left go. Jett looked down as he heard that he was called a traitor again. They were socked that he was trying to figure out who was following him instead of just announcing themselves as security. “I know, I miss the good old days when people had rights and Security needed to have warrants to investigate” . Tom said as he was reminded that Ellis was not there. It was something that he already knew. [Engineering] After passing the Security check, Tom walked into Engineering. He came for the reason to report the multiple malfunctions in the flight box and the complexities of them. It was strange that all those systems and safety nets failed at the same time. He would have ask them to stop docking until those systems can be fixed. As he walked in he observed several people working like there was something major going on. He walked up to an officer and asked “Excuse me, who do I report a major failure?” He asked calmly. Soft Tags @osusaya Shavan Th'zhaar
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Matthew Harmon
Intelligence
[TI42] Frontier's Most Malcontent Malcontent
Posts: 540 Likes: 18
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Intelligence Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Matthew Harmon on Jan 14, 2021 8:17:54 GMT
=A= "Eastman to Henriksen, report to Commander Harmon in Ops." =A= She knew Mabel was in the office today. The young woman wanted to pursue graduate studies remotely, and was working on applications for that today. =A= "Aye, aye, Captain," =A= the young woman answered. =A= "Eastman to Harmon, get someone to pull up the ships that docked with us 4 to 6 weeks ago, and identify the ones in the orange and red tiers. Also look for questionable people in our customs logs for that time period," =A= she ordered the Intel officer. The tiers referenced indicated were of a 5-tier system devised by the then-XO's office in conjunction with intel, to classify ships (of those that regularly made runs to the station) by how trustworthy or dubious their crews, owners, and, operations were. Red indicated known criminals and hostiles that they had simply been unable to nail for anything. Jett's ship was firmly in the red tier. Orange indicated questionable ships, which warranted a closer eye, but could still be lived with. The Soteria, for example, was in this category, ever since the joint exercises that past (Terran, northern hemisphere) autumn. Yellow indicated ships that operated mostly on the right side of the law, which comprised the vast majority of shipping here on the frontier. Most of the yellow tier members were decent folks trying to make a living. Green indicated trustworthy merchants, including those with whom Starfleet had a good working relationship. Blue indicated ships belonging to or under the authority of the fleet itself. [NPC - Lt. j.g. Mabel Henriksen - Ops]On getting her orders, Mabel left the office and headed swiftly to Ops. Of all the senior officers other than Captain Eastman, Matt Harmon was probably the one she worked the closest with. She briefly entertained the urge to waddle into the room, an allusion to the Intel officer's pronunciation of a certain word, but decided it would be too insubordinate. "The Captain sent me," she announced.
[LCDR Matthew Harmon - Ops]=/\= Aye, ma'am. =/\=
Harmon realised that his current band of fresh faced junior officers may not quite be enough, so he summoned Chloe who arrived shortly. Not long after Mabel arrived too. With everyone assembled, he begun to give his orders. This would be a good learning opportunity for the youngsters. There was some sort of scratching noise coming from somewhere, but he couldn't quite place it so he ignored it. "Alright listen up," he said projecting his voice across Ops as he stood up from his chair. "These technically problems can't just be a glitch. Sabotage is likely," there were a few murmurs and whispers which quickly subsided as Harmon gave an icy stare towards the perpetrators for interrupting him. "Our priority is now classifying all visiting vessels to this station between the past four and six weeks. Red tier are known criminals, like Thomas Jett's Falcon. Orange are those we must keep an eye on. Such as the Nyberrite Alliance vessels. Green are those we trust and have a good realtionship with, such as the Comet. Blue is for Starfleet ships. Yellow is for everyone else, those mostly on the right side of the law," he paused for a moment for people to take it in. In the quiet he could hear the noises again, seemingly from the wall behind him. "You lot will look from the past 10 days and will be overseen by Lieutenant Henricksen. The rest of you will be doing the 11 days before that and will be overseen by Ensign Hudson," he said indicating about half the Ops crew. "Those of you on critical stations are exempted. Red must be signed off by me personally." Everyone soon got to work and Ops suddenly began to sound far busier than normal. Getting everyone involved would get it done quicker and provide some practical experience for the crew. Chloe and Mabel would be able to keep an eye and make sure they didn't mess up too badly.
As everyone got to work he walked around, checking on the various stations and keeping an eye on how everyone was going. Despite all the noise of everyone hard at work, he could still hear the scratching and squeaking which was becoming more and more noticiable and annoying. As the time passed, it was increasingly driving him up the wall, and eventually he snapped. He marched up towards the wall where it seemed to be coming from and pressed his ear against it. It seemed to be coming from a panel high up on the wall which he couldn't quite reach. "Oi, Khasanov, Adiss, get over here," he said waving over the skinny Ops officer Khasanov and his partner in crime, Adiss a burly well built Bolian. "Get on his shoulders and see what's going on up there," he pointed to the panel in question. "Uh, sir..." Khasanov started to say before being cut off, "If you so much as mention the term OHSHA or any of its components, I'm going to slap you, kid...metaphorically." He'd chosen those two both for their physical traits, one being fairly light and the other fairly strong and sturdy, and because he knew they wouldn't have too much of an issue doing this. The two looked at each other and then complied, Khasanov climbing onto his friends back and taking the panel off, handing it down to Harmon as he inspected the insides. After a few seconds, he looked down at Harmon...."Uh...sir..."
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Leanna Mazal
Civilian
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Position: Civilian
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Post by Leanna Mazal on Jan 14, 2021 9:29:51 GMT
[Blue Beta - Promenade]
Following the unexpected glitch to her morning, Leanna had managed to drop the children off at daycare without any further issues before heading to the bar. Although there was definitely some apprehension as to what she might find, especially after hearing that Brooke had decided against opening up due to an unknown power issue. Not that she blamed her best friend as the safety of customers and staff was always important.
However it appeared that Brooke wasn't the only one as Lea passed a couple of other shops that had done the same for whatever reason. So by the time she reached the Blue Beta, she wasn't too surprised to see the security shutters only half way up. Ducking underneath, Lea entered the empty bar to find Seamus and Jack at the security panel. " Hey Lea, as you could probably tell we're having problems getting the shutters to open properly" he said as Jack also greeted her.
"Hey you two and yeah I noticed, we're definitely going to have to delay opening until we can get it sorted. Although judging by what I've seen and heard on my way here, I think we have to be prepared to stay closed for the day".
If Seamus thought it was odd then he didn't say anything as he knew Lea and if something was going on then losing a day of business was a small price to pay. " Understood, we'll keep working on this".
Lea smiled and acknowledged them before continuing towards her office.
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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 Jan 14, 2021 15:27:37 GMT
[ Mott Moz | Engineering ]T'Laara and Mott started coming up with theories on the way to Engineering. T'Laara wondered if they somehow adapted to living off the ship, Mott wondered where they'd come from in the first place. But soon they were at Engineering. If T'Laara was speaking to him any more, he didn't notice. He'd immediately become entranced by all the glowing lights and complicated stations. "Fredrik..." he muttered in awe. He set the jar down on the first horizontal surface and immediately began wandering between stations, up stairs, across balconies, touching everything as he went. More than one on-duty crewman tried to intervene, not expecting for a nosy kid to suddenly appear. All the while, Mott continued to express his interest with breathy exclamations of interested and boyish wonder. "Whoa! Look at this? What's this? What's that. Oh! Banging! I'm just looking, calm your gob."Mott lingered for a moment at the live support administration arrays that featured a glowing schematic of the entire station with different colored lines representing the network of different aspects - ventilation, climate control, gravity. There were some alerts flicking here and there. He began tapping the screen and navigating menus. As George turned to head back to what he'd been doing, again, a Vulcan in civilian clothes approached him. At the same time, he caught a flash of blue that seemed out of place and he held up one finger to ask the Vulcan to wait. Approaching, he saw a young Bolian boy tapping away at the main station schematic. The large man's brow furrowed in consternation. He did not have time for this. His heavy hand came down on the boy's shoulder, not so hard that Mott couldn't pull away if he wanted, but enough to make his presence known. George's voice was gentler than he'd intended, though, when he spoke. You can't be in here. Especially not now; we've got a lot of problems to deal with.He guided, or attempted to, the boy back to where the Vulcan was standing and said, I'm sorry. What seems to be the problem?[ T’Laara - Engineering] T’Laara looked back and paused as she realized Mott was no longer following her. Surely no Vulcan child would have run off like that. Especially when he was the one who had originally wanted to come here. When the engineer went to go deal with him, T’Laara quickly stepped back and picked up the jar that the kid had left on a bewildered crewman’s desk. Fortunately, they soon returned, and the man appeared willing to listen. Clutching the jar, she searched for a credible way to explain her encounter with Mott and their theories about the creatures. “This animal was found eating through wiring in the walls. It could have caused some of the damage to the station’s systems, and there may be more of them. We are here to report it.”Avi Moz (Mott) Ozu Saya (George) [...] His heavy hand came down on the boy's shoulder, not so hard that Mott couldn't pull away if he wanted, but enough to make his presence known. George's voice was gentler than he'd intended, though, when he spoke. You can't be in here. Especially not now; we've got a lot of problems to deal with.He guided, or attempted to, the boy back to where the Vulcan was standing and said, I'm sorry. What seems to be the problem?T’Laara looked back and paused as she realized Mott was no longer following her. Surely no Vulcan child would have run off like that. Especially when he was the one who had originally wanted to come here. When the engineer went to go deal with him, T’Laara quickly stepped back and picked up the jar that the kid had left on a bewildered crewman’s desk. Fortunately, they soon returned, and the man appeared willing to listen. Clutching the jar, she searched for a credible way to explain her encounter with Mott and their theories about the creatures. “This animal was found eating through wiring in the walls. It could have caused some of the damage to the station’s systems, and there may be more of them. We are here to report it.” [ Mott Moz | Engineering ]"C'mon!" Mott indignantly shrugged against the huge human's firm hand but ultimately allowed himself to be herded back to T'Laara and his critter. "I found it," he corrected T'Laara, remembering their purpose in coming to Engineering. "It was in a circuit box, not the walls and it wasn't eating it was chewing."He wasn't being snide, just trying to be accurate. "Are you the boss, then?" he asked of George Hugo. But then the little blue Bolian's eyes grew wide and round. A familiar woman had just walked into Engineering and even though she was in Starfleet uniform he immediate recognized her. The Vulcan from the market back on Celladore! He'd got caught trying to steal from her friend's pocket and it had nearly ruined his entire afternoon. Cousin Kamzi had been dead angry. It had taken him hours to sneak out again. How was she here!? Ozu Saya (Saya, George), Shavan Th'zhaar (T'Laara) [Fron Ear – Prominade Corridor] As he heard that he was left go. Jett looked down as he heard that he was called a traitor again. They were socked that he was trying to figure out who was following him instead of just announcing themselves as security. “I know, I miss the good old days when people had rights and Security needed to have warrants to investigate” . Tom said as he was reminded that Ellis was not there. It was something that he already knew. [Engineering] After passing the Security check, Tom walked into Engineering. He came for the reason to report the multiple malfunctions in the flight box and the complexities of them. It was strange that all those systems and safety nets failed at the same time. He would have ask them to stop docking until those systems can be fixed. As he walked in he observed several people working like there was something major going on. He walked up to an officer and asked “Excuse me, who do I report a major failure?” He asked calmly. Soft Tags @osusaya Shavan Th'zhaar [ MCPO Ozu Saya and Lt. George Hugo - Engineering] Not quite, George informed the Bolian boy. But I'm the boss's assistant. I'll give her a call in a minute.He leaned right down to peer at the jar in the Vulcan's hands, his brow wrinkling with confusion. What the hell is that? And where did it come from? We'd better get it to, I don't know, sciences?---------- The engineer Thomas Jett had approached was about to reply to the man when the chief strode into engineering. Her quick glance around took George speaking to a couple of people. She didn't register anything about them, however, because the next person she saw was Thomas Jett. In engineering. I what should have been a secured engineering. Saya stalked over, gesturing imperiously for the junior security officers to join her. Would you care to explain to me how you have allowed this...person, whom I know does not have sufficient security clearance, to enter engineering?The two officers, a PO2 and an ensign, glanced at one another and gulped. Uh, Chief? He's here to report more malfunctions, the engineer said hesitantly. Saya glanced between the engineer and Jett. Very well, it's reported, Mr. Jett. You two will escort him out, if you can manage that much, then take yourselves to security and request replacements for your posts. You can be sure that I will be speaking to Lt. Commander Aune about you when he's recovered from his injuries.The security officers sheepishly waved for Jett to follow them out of engineering. As they left, Saya drew a deep breath before turning to join George. ---------- Tag Avi Moz , Shavan Th'zhaar , Thomas Jett
=A= "Eastman to Henriksen, report to Commander Harmon in Ops." =A= She knew Mabel was in the office today. The young woman wanted to pursue graduate studies remotely, and was working on applications for that today. =A= "Aye, aye, Captain," =A= the young woman answered. =A= "Eastman to Harmon, get someone to pull up the ships that docked with us 4 to 6 weeks ago, and identify the ones in the orange and red tiers. Also look for questionable people in our customs logs for that time period," =A= she ordered the Intel officer. The tiers referenced indicated were of a 5-tier system devised by the then-XO's office in conjunction with intel, to classify ships (of those that regularly made runs to the station) by how trustworthy or dubious their crews, owners, and, operations were. Red indicated known criminals and hostiles that they had simply been unable to nail for anything. Jett's ship was firmly in the red tier. Orange indicated questionable ships, which warranted a closer eye, but could still be lived with. The Soteria, for example, was in this category, ever since the joint exercises that past (Terran, northern hemisphere) autumn. Yellow indicated ships that operated mostly on the right side of the law, which comprised the vast majority of shipping here on the frontier. Most of the yellow tier members were decent folks trying to make a living. Green indicated trustworthy merchants, including those with whom Starfleet had a good working relationship. Blue indicated ships belonging to or under the authority of the fleet itself. [NPC - Lt. j.g. Mabel Henriksen - Ops]On getting her orders, Mabel left the office and headed swiftly to Ops. Of all the senior officers other than Captain Eastman, Matt Harmon was probably the one she worked the closest with. She briefly entertained the urge to waddle into the room, an allusion to the Intel officer's pronunciation of a certain word, but decided it would be too insubordinate. "The Captain sent me," she announced.
[LCDR Matthew Harmon - Ops]=/\= Aye, ma'am. =/\=
Harmon realised that his current band of fresh faced junior officers may not quite be enough, so he summoned Chloe who arrived shortly. Not long after Mabel arrived too. With everyone assembled, he begun to give his orders. This would be a good learning opportunity for the youngsters. There was some sort of scratching noise coming from somewhere, but he couldn't quite place it so he ignored it. "Alright listen up," he said projecting his voice across Ops as he stood up from his chair. "These technically problems can't just be a glitch. Sabotage is likely," there were a few murmurs and whispers which quickly subsided as Harmon gave an icy stare towards the perpetrators for interrupting him. "Our priority is now classifying all visiting vessels to this station between the past four and six weeks. Red tier are known criminals, like Thomas Jett's Falcon. Orange are those we must keep an eye on. Such as the Nyberrite Alliance vessels. Green are those we trust and have a good realtionship with, such as the Comet. Blue is for Starfleet ships. Yellow is for everyone else, those mostly on the right side of the law," he paused for a moment for people to take it in. In the quiet he could hear the noises again, seemingly from the wall behind him. "You lot will look from the past 10 days and will be overseen by Lieutenant Henricksen. The rest of you will be doing the 11 days before that and will be overseen by Ensign Hudson," he said indicating about half the Ops crew. "Those of you on critical stations are exempted. Red must be signed off by me personally." Everyone soon got to work and Ops suddenly began to sound far busier than normal. Getting everyone involved would get it done quicker and provide some practical experience for the crew. Chloe and Mabel would be able to keep an eye and make sure they didn't mess up too badly.
As everyone got to work he walked around, checking on the various stations and keeping an eye on how everyone was going. Despite all the noise of everyone hard at work, he could still hear the scratching and squeaking which was becoming more and more noticiable and annoying. As the time passed, it was increasingly driving him up the wall, and eventually he snapped. He marched up towards the wall where it seemed to be coming from and pressed his ear against it. It seemed to be coming from a panel high up on the wall which he couldn't quite reach. "Oi, Khasanov, Adiss, get over here," he said waving over the skinny Ops officer Khasanov and his partner in crime, Adiss a burly well built Bolian. "Get on his shoulders and see what's going on up there," he pointed to the panel in question. "Uh, sir..." Khasanov started to say before being cut off, "If you so much as mention the term OHSHA or any of its components, I'm going to slap you, kid...metaphorically." He'd chosen those two both for their physical traits, one being fairly light and the other fairly strong and sturdy, and because he knew they wouldn't have too much of an issue doing this. The two looked at each other and then complied, Khasanov climbing onto his friends back and taking the panel off, handing it down to Harmon as he inspected the insides. After a few seconds, he looked down at Harmon...."Uh...sir..."
Tag: Judith Eastman [Ops - Critters] When the panel was removed, the squeaking became more frantic, and after a moment, hundreds of tiny squeaking, writhing bodies began spilling out over the hapless officers and into a pile on the deck before Harmon. At first, they seemed stunned after the long fall, but within a few minutes, they would begin scampering through Ops, looking for new hidey-holes. ---------- Tag Matthew Harmon, Judith Eastman
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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 Jan 14, 2021 15:50:07 GMT
[Blue Beta - Promenade] Following the unexpected glitch to her morning, Leanna had managed to drop the children off at daycare without any further issues before heading to the bar. Although there was definitely some apprehension as to what she might find, especially after hearing that Brooke had decided against opening up due to an unknown power issue. Not that she blamed her best friend as the safety of customers and staff was always important. However it appeared that Brooke wasn't the only one as Lea passed a couple of other shops that had done the same for whatever reason. So by the time she reached the Blue Beta, she wasn't too surprised to see the security shutters only half way up. Ducking underneath, Lea entered the empty bar to find Seamus and Jack at the security panel. " Hey Lea, as you could probably tell we're having problems getting the shutters to open properly" he said as Jack also greeted her. "Hey you two and yeah I noticed, we're definitely going to have to delay opening until we can get it sorted. Although judging by what I've seen and heard on my way here, I think we have to be prepared to stay closed for the day".If Seamus thought it was odd then he didn't say anything as he knew Lea and if something was going on then losing a day of business was a small price to pay. " Understood, we'll keep working on this".Lea smiled and acknowledged them before continuing towards her office. [ SCPO Melihn Ryah - Promenade - Blue Beta] Ryah strode along the promenade, noting how many businesses were closed or appeared to be having problems. She was putting in an extra shift since she'd heard that Sven was injured. Thankfully, so far, no one seemed to be taking advantage of all the problems, but Ryah didn't think that was likely to continue. She saw that the Blue Beta's security shutters were halfway down, or up, depending on your persepctive, and she didn't see anyone in the immediate vicinity. Crouching down to peer under the panel, she called, Hello, in there! Everyone all right?---------- Tag Leanna Mazal
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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 Jan 14, 2021 16:53:45 GMT
[Lt. Paawin Riyo - Front Ear - Sickbay]Sven's shoulder tears and dislocations were much easier to repair than the broken bones and organ damage. Which was a good thing, because if the procedure had been any more complex, Riyo would have needed the nurse to do more than hold the instruments at a certain angle. Even so, it was slow work, as the doctor had to carefully watch the insertion of the tools he wasn't holding, and verbally describe where to put it, how to hold it, when to move it which direction and how far... Thankfully the nurse was a good listener. Eventually all the damage from the accident had been repaired, and Riyo sealed up the incisions. His gaze focused on the monitor for awhile, making sure the vitals remained stable and steady, and in the appropriate ranges. "Alright, I'll keep an eye on him for a little longer to be on the safe side, but it looks we got everything." Turning back to the nurse, he saw the young man already pointing a tricorder at him. Sighing softly, he knew there was no point arguing, and stepped over to the next biobed. When he reached to unzip his uniform jacket however, he grimaced, his left arm too weak to even bend to 90 degrees. Okay, maybe this was worse than he'd thought... He used his right hand to unzip his jacket, and the nurse assisted by pulling the fabric off his right arm, so he could carefully reach around and pull it the rest of the way off his injured arm. Discarding it on the biobed, he sat down, finally risking a look to see his arm had swollen to almost the size of Sven's. That was definitely not good... The other nurse set about healing the Vulcan's injuries, taking care to go not too slow, lest he insist she was incompetent, and not too fast, let he say she wasn't doing a thorough job. She also made certain there was no scarring, no matter how faint. It wasn't that she was afraid of him and his incessant reporting... she really just didn't want to give him an excuse to stick around any longer than absolutely necessary. "There you go, sir." She said as she turned off the dermal regenerator and took a step back. "You're all set to return to duty."
Tag Sven Aune [ Lt. George Hugo - Engineering] George cursed quietly as he hauled himself back out from under a computer console at the new emergency call. =/\= Hugo here. Stand by. He tried to look it up in the system, but all the airlocks read green. Well, that didn't mean much. Computer, what is the location of Crewman Duff?Crewman Duff is in Airlock A-1.George pulled up the readouts for the transporter system and then checked the redundancies and backups for good measure. It might still be disastrous, but he had little choice. Computer, emergency transport of Crewman Duff and anyone in her vicinity directly to sickbay. Alert sickbay of possible incoming casualties.---------- [In Sickbay] Attention, medical personnel. Incoming casualties.This announcement came just a moment before two people were deposited by transporter beam...about 6 inches above the floor. ---------- Tag Sven Aune (Duff and Ragde) and Jovireh Velal (medical)
As George turned to head back to what he'd been doing, again, a Vulcan in civilian clothes approached him. At the same time, he caught a flash of blue that seemed out of place and he held up one finger to ask the Vulcan to wait. Approaching, he saw a young Bolian boy tapping away at the main station schematic. The large man's brow furrowed in consternation. He did not have time for this. His heavy hand came down on the boy's shoulder, not so hard that Mott couldn't pull away if he wanted, but enough to make his presence known. George's voice was gentler than he'd intended, though, when he spoke. You can't be in here. Especially not now; we've got a lot of problems to deal with.He guided, or attempted to, the boy back to where the Vulcan was standing and said, I'm sorry. What seems to be the problem?---------- Tag Shavan Th'zhaar and Avi Moz
[ MCPO Ozu Saya - CO's Quarters --> Engineering] Saya managed a small smile at Kova's retort about the chair. She wasn't wrong, and if the Andorian was comfortable standing while she worked, Saya wouldn't argue with her. Upon Judy's orders, Saya nodded and stood. I'll get back to engineering and see what we can shut down. Since systems are automatically rerouting, we may have trouble isolating non-vital systems for reduced power, but I will do my best.
Thank you for your assistance Ms. Sh'qaleq. Please keep me advised if you learn anything further. I'll do the same.Saya grabbed a couple of pieces of cheese for fuel and left, pausing in the living room to don her boots before exiting at nearly a trot to return to engineering. There were teams everywhere making repairs. Very few even paused to acknowledge their chief's passing, their attention so focused on their tasks. ---------- Tag Judith Eastman and Kova Sh'qaleq | Sickbay || lt. cmdr. Sven Aune | lt. (jr.grd.) Sorren | Crewman Alice Duff | Crewman Edgar Ragde |And everything was gotten and taken care of. The doctor managed to stich Sven up, and now all that was left was waiting for the anesthetics to wear off the large man. He was surfacing and moaned in his sleep. "No no. Chocolate is much better." he said. "But only when the dog licks the balloon first." There was a pause and a snore like snort. "Macaroni isn't supposed to eat people. I think it's an invasion. Judy needs to stop peeling potatoes and tell Max to hit the alarm...."He snorted again and tried to roll over. A bit of drool glopped out of his mouth. Sorren, being Vulcan, couldn't express any emotions. But it was clear that the chief of security was, quite off his rocker. The nurse worked quickly, and he actually complemented her. "That was most efficient. Perhaps you should train the rest of the staff here." He glanced at the doctor. His arm was swelling. "That does not look good. Perhaps your staff can help you." He said with the usual concealed snotiness. Sorren stood to leave sickbay. Expecting the door to open he walked right into it, again, and smashed his face into the hard metal surface. He would have cursed, but did not. But unlike the last time, the door didn't open. "This door is malfunctioning." he said to the nursing staff, expecting them to do something about it. "I'm sure it's that Andorian."Meanwhile outside sickbay blue light swirled with silver specks of glitter and the sound of transport filled the air. Two people materialized about a half a foot above the floor. They fell with a jolt and Alice squeeled as her stomach lept out of her throat. She felt about for a second and picked up her tricorder and her face was one of puzzlement. "Ouch, that hurt. Anyway, according to this, there was no loss of pressure." There was no response. She looked over to Edgar. He was sitting helter-skeltered on the deck plating. She blinked. What was on his face was....Not glasses. It was the same materials as his glasses. But the matter was arranged in a very different fashion. A twisted blob of plastics, lens material and metal. It fell to the floor. Edgar squinted his tiny eyes, and out of habit tried to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose, but managed to poke his eye and hissed. "Ow!" He blinked a few times. She scanned the twisted blob. The tricorder made its little noises. "I think that was your glasses" her face fell. "That could have been us."-A- "Engineering, This is Duff. We were just emergency transported, and there seems to be a problem." -A-Edgar sighed. "Those were my dad's frames."Tags Jovireh Velal (Sven, Sorren) Ozu Saya (Alice Duff) Mentions Judith Eastman[ MCPO Ozu Saya - Engineering] As Saya turned away from dealing with the Jett situation, her combadge chimed, as it did for any calls to engineering while she was here. Closing her eyes, she tapped the badge and offered a prayer to the Prophets that it wasn't anything dire. =/\= Acknowledged, uh, Mr. Duff, =/\= Saya responded, going with the safe, military 'mister' since she had no idea who Duff was. Computer, disable all station transporter systems and restrict access to command-level personnel only.What else could go wrong?---------- Tag Sven Aune
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Leanna Mazal
Civilian
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Position: Civilian
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Leanna Mazal on Jan 14, 2021 17:10:00 GMT
[Blue Beta - Promenade] With both Seamus and Jack reaching the point of giving up on trying to open the shutters properly. The bar manager had sent Jack to notify Engineering and to let them know that it wasn't an emergency, when the Irishman heard a familiar voice. Looking over he smiled when he saw Ryah crouch down to peer under the shutters and was quick to reassure that they were. " Yes we're all okay, just having some trouble with our security shutters, Jack's gone out back to notify Engineering" he replied, although may of spoken to soon as he heard a crash followed by some rather loud cursing coming from one Leanna Mazal. " I think I was a little hasty in saying that, I better go check on Lea" he said as he became concerned and gestured for Ryah to follow if she wanted to. Lea could be found near the ice dispensers, nursing what appeared to be several cuts and a broken ankle surrounded by ice cubes that were still pouring out of both machines.
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Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609 Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Jan 14, 2021 18:05:31 GMT
[Lt. Paawin Riyo - Front Ear - Sickbay]Sven's shoulder tears and dislocations were much easier to repair than the broken bones and organ damage. Which was a good thing, because if the procedure had been any more complex, Riyo would have needed the nurse to do more than hold the instruments at a certain angle. Even so, it was slow work, as the doctor had to carefully watch the insertion of the tools he wasn't holding, and verbally describe where to put it, how to hold it, when to move it which direction and how far... Thankfully the nurse was a good listener. Eventually all the damage from the accident had been repaired, and Riyo sealed up the incisions. His gaze focused on the monitor for awhile, making sure the vitals remained stable and steady, and in the appropriate ranges. "Alright, I'll keep an eye on him for a little longer to be on the safe side, but it looks we got everything." Turning back to the nurse, he saw the young man already pointing a tricorder at him. Sighing softly, he knew there was no point arguing, and stepped over to the next biobed. When he reached to unzip his uniform jacket however, he grimaced, his left arm too weak to even bend to 90 degrees. Okay, maybe this was worse than he'd thought... He used his right hand to unzip his jacket, and the nurse assisted by pulling the fabric off his right arm, so he could carefully reach around and pull it the rest of the way off his injured arm. Discarding it on the biobed, he sat down, finally risking a look to see his arm had swollen to almost the size of Sven's. That was definitely not good... The other nurse set about healing the Vulcan's injuries, taking care to go not too slow, lest he insist she was incompetent, and not too fast, let he say she wasn't doing a thorough job. She also made certain there was no scarring, no matter how faint. It wasn't that she was afraid of him and his incessant reporting... she really just didn't want to give him an excuse to stick around any longer than absolutely necessary. "There you go, sir." She said as she turned off the dermal regenerator and took a step back. "You're all set to return to duty."
Tag Sven Aune [ Lt. George Hugo - Engineering] George cursed quietly as he hauled himself back out from under a computer console at the new emergency call. =/\= Hugo here. Stand by. He tried to look it up in the system, but all the airlocks read green. Well, that didn't mean much. Computer, what is the location of Crewman Duff?Crewman Duff is in Airlock A-1.George pulled up the readouts for the transporter system and then checked the redundancies and backups for good measure. It might still be disastrous, but he had little choice. Computer, emergency transport of Crewman Duff and anyone in her vicinity directly to sickbay. Alert sickbay of possible incoming casualties.---------- [In Sickbay] Attention, medical personnel. Incoming casualties.This announcement came just a moment before two people were deposited by transporter beam...about 6 inches above the floor. ---------- Tag Sven Aune (Duff and Ragde) and Jovireh Velal (medical)
As George turned to head back to what he'd been doing, again, a Vulcan in civilian clothes approached him. At the same time, he caught a flash of blue that seemed out of place and he held up one finger to ask the Vulcan to wait. Approaching, he saw a young Bolian boy tapping away at the main station schematic. The large man's brow furrowed in consternation. He did not have time for this. His heavy hand came down on the boy's shoulder, not so hard that Mott couldn't pull away if he wanted, but enough to make his presence known. George's voice was gentler than he'd intended, though, when he spoke. You can't be in here. Especially not now; we've got a lot of problems to deal with.He guided, or attempted to, the boy back to where the Vulcan was standing and said, I'm sorry. What seems to be the problem?---------- Tag Shavan Th'zhaar and Avi Moz
[ MCPO Ozu Saya - CO's Quarters --> Engineering] Saya managed a small smile at Kova's retort about the chair. She wasn't wrong, and if the Andorian was comfortable standing while she worked, Saya wouldn't argue with her. Upon Judy's orders, Saya nodded and stood. I'll get back to engineering and see what we can shut down. Since systems are automatically rerouting, we may have trouble isolating non-vital systems for reduced power, but I will do my best.
Thank you for your assistance Ms. Sh'qaleq. Please keep me advised if you learn anything further. I'll do the same.Saya grabbed a couple of pieces of cheese for fuel and left, pausing in the living room to don her boots before exiting at nearly a trot to return to engineering. There were teams everywhere making repairs. Very few even paused to acknowledge their chief's passing, their attention so focused on their tasks. ---------- Tag Judith Eastman and Kova Sh'qaleq | Sickbay || lt. cmdr. Sven Aune | lt. (jr.grd.) Sorren | Crewman Alice Duff | Crewman Edgar Ragde |And everything was gotten and taken care of. The doctor managed to stich Sven up, and now all that was left was waiting for the anesthetics to wear off the large man. He was surfacing and moaned in his sleep. "No no. Chocolate is much better." he said. "But only when the dog licks the balloon first." There was a pause and a snore like snort. "Macaroni isn't supposed to eat people. I think it's an invasion. Judy needs to stop peeling potatoes and tell Max to hit the alarm...."He snorted again and tried to roll over. A bit of drool glopped out of his mouth. Sorren, being Vulcan, couldn't express any emotions. But it was clear that the chief of security was, quite off his rocker. The nurse worked quickly, and he actually complemented her. "That was most efficient. Perhaps you should train the rest of the staff here." He glanced at the doctor. His arm was swelling. "That does not look good. Perhaps your staff can help you." He said with the usual concealed snotiness. Sorren stood to leave sickbay. Expecting the door to open he walked right into it, again, and smashed his face into the hard metal surface. He would have cursed, but did not. But unlike the last time, the door didn't open. "This door is malfunctioning." he said to the nursing staff, expecting them to do something about it. "I'm sure it's that Andorian."Meanwhile outside sickbay blue light swirled with silver specks of glitter and the sound of transport filled the air. Two people materialized about a half a foot above the floor. They fell with a jolt and Alice squeeled as her stomach lept out of her throat. She felt about for a second and picked up her tricorder and her face was one of puzzlement. "Ouch, that hurt. Anyway, according to this, there was no loss of pressure." There was no response. She looked over to Edgar. He was sitting helter-skeltered on the deck plating. She blinked. What was on his face was....Not glasses. It was the same materials as his glasses. But the matter was arranged in a very different fashion. A twisted blob of plastics, lens material and metal. It fell to the floor. Edgar squinted his tiny eyes, and out of habit tried to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose, but managed to poke his eye and hissed. "Ow!" He blinked a few times. She scanned the twisted blob. The tricorder made its little noises. "I think that was your glasses" her face fell. "That could have been us."-A- "Engineering, This is Duff. We were just emergency transported, and there seems to be a problem." -A-Edgar sighed. "Those were my dad's frames."Tags Jovireh Velal (Sven, Sorren) Ozu Saya (Alice Duff) Mentions Judith Eastman [Lt. Paawin Riyo - Front Ear - Sickbay]Sven's voice from the biobed caught Rio's attention, and he was about to rush to his side when he realized the monitors showed no increase in heart rate or breath, and the words weren't making the slightest bit of sense. Sighing with relief, he relaxed once more, content to let his patient dream while the nurse scanned his shoulder, back and arm. The nurse that had tended to Sorren stared at him in surprise when the Vulcan actually complimented her. Perhaps she should run a scan of his head... "Thank you, sir," she managed to reply after a moment. As the Vulcan tried unsuccessfully to leave, she moved to the computer console on the wall, attempting to manually override the doors. The peaceful moments didn't last long, however, as the computer notified them of incoming casualties. Riyo quickly stood, only to be blocked by the nurse examining him. "We can handle it, sir. You're in no condition to help anyone yet." Riyo sighed and grumbled under his breath, taking a seat once more, wincing at the movement. They all waited... But no casualties arrived. From her position by the wall, the other nurse could hear the whir of the transporter in the corridor, followed by a couple voices. "Is everyone alright out there?" she called, trying again to override the doors.
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