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 14, 2021 19:26:09 GMT
[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..." [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. [NPC - Lt. j.g. Mabel Henriksen and others - Ops]As a lieutenant, fresh as she was, Mabel's job now included supervising other people. It was bizarre. And so, as she lamented why Starfleet would name a ship after a Dakota (she looked at the Dakotas with the same judgement that her Captain had for Staten Island), she felt a tap on her shoulder. "Ma'am, there's one I'm not sure about. The Diamond Dog has been on mysterious ventures to Kerelia lately," Ens. Jorge Wong inquired. Jorge was an academy classmate, making it all the more dissonant for Mabel to be referred to as "Ma'am". Almost as bad as if Chloe were to do so. "The Dog isn't usually too questionable, but I don't know what business Costa has on Kerelia. Mark them as yellow," she ordered. Then, she got pulled aside by another of the junior personnel. "Ma'am, I found a red one. It's the SS Falcon, Jett's ship," PO3 Roland L. Jenkins reported. Mabel's unfortunate sidekick from the visit to the Cutthroat's bathroom-mounted computer core[fn] S1M7: Medici[/fn], and now a member of Captain Eastman's staff subordinate to Mabel, Jenkins was a good guy, and Mabel was currently trying to persuade the Captain to promote the perennially nervous man. "You should report it to..." Mabel began to put an instruction to Jenkins, when the noise from the Intel officer's corner of the room got bizarre. "... Harmon.""Yes, ma'am," Jenkins accepted the order, hesitantly approaching Matt with a PADD in his hand. "Commander, Sir, I... uh, I found a... red..."Then, Jenkins' boot made contact with some rapidly moving furry creatures, and he slipped. "Waaah!"He lost his grip on his PADD, sending it flying towards Harmon. Also getting airtime was one of the rodents, which Mabel ended up catching in her palm, more by luck than by design. "You're cute," she said, holding it in her hand. It squeaked, almost as helpless as Jenkins, who had fallen on the floor, flat on his butt.
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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 14, 2021 19:30:57 GMT
[Engineering]
Tom say the people in Engineering as they gave him looks that he did not belong there. Something was going on but he was under the impression that no one wanted him to know. He observed how his complaint that the docking systems in the Station and guidance system were not working properly and was placed in a cabinet or a file folder.
As he was asked to leave Engineering he merely shrugged his shoulder and just responded. “All right, good luck” . As he was pointed out he left Engineering.
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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 15, 2021 0:43:34 GMT
[ 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!? [ 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?[ T’Laara - Engineering] “Yes,” T’Laara agreed with Mott, as he apparently decided to talk about the creature after all. The quick, excited way he spoke could be difficult to follow. But he could, of course, answer questions about how he had found it much more accurately. “I don’t know exactly what it is,” she answered the engineer, and held the jar up for him to get a better look. “If it would help, I can indeed take it to the science lab and attempt to identify it.” She glanced at Mott. If he wanted to come along, she would not object. Though maybe that was not the best idea. Ozu Saya Avi Moz
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Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
Posts: 516 Likes: 34
Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Jan 15, 2021 4:25:37 GMT
[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. [ 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. [ Kova Sh'qaleq - CO's Quarters, Front Ear Station ] One thing was consistent when it came to Fleeters: they loved to bark out orders. The captain fell right into the habit of doing just that, dispensing Kova with orders to attempt to find where this all likely started. Obviously, the words please and thank you were nowhere to be found in this woman's vocabulary. They must have disappeared with the addition of her latest pip. And then there was the directive to actually sit in the chair. Kova's eyes narrowed slightly, wondering if the woman would ever make up her mind about the chair and whether Kova should touch it or not. Somehow, when Saya announced that she was leaving, it dawned on Kova that she was being left all alone... with the Captain. Suddenly, she found herself preferring the company of the Vulcan hybrid, or even Harmon for that matter. Perhaps it was more to do with the fact that Judy was for the most part an unknown quantity. One that Kova wasn't sure she should get acquainted with. She could still recall how Jovireh seemed to melt in the woman's vicinity and engage in nonverbal small talk. It wasn't something Kova wanted to experience. Perhaps she could just do the job and get the hell out of here. Kova lowered herself into the chair and began to work away at the terminal. "Chel-E, display all traffic in the relay conduits for the entire station," Kova said aloud. Her lens blinked and the image appeared on the screen. Kova examined the revolving display of the station which was illuminated, but there were areas that were more darker. "Those must be the areas where the relays were rerouted." There were some regions that truly captured the Andorian's attention. "There. Decks 6 - 9. Those areas are the most populated by Civilians. Makes sense because that is probably the least secure area. That's the most likely location for this to have started." Kova scrutinized a few more areas. "That doesn't make sense," Kova said. "Decks 19, 20 and 29. There aren't any civilian terminals on those decks. Which further proves this can't be a virus. Security would know if unauthorized personnel accessed terminals on those levels." Her antennae curled slightly as she pondered the mystery before her. "If it's not a virus, then what the hell is it?"Her antennae seemed to straightened as a thought came to her. "Chel-E, activate Surveillance protocols: B-B-E... Location Ops... Cycle Terminals," It probably wasn't the smartest thing to do in front of the Captain, but it was one of the few places that offered a multi-spectral view of a confined area because of all the terminals. [... Searching... Surveillance Protocol: B-B-E... Running...] [... Location: Ops... Terminal Selection: All... Running...]
A small screen appeared at the bottom of the monitor, followed by another screen... then another... and another. One of the screens was nothing more than static. The second screen was pixelated, and seemed to be on the verge of losing its' feed altogether. The third screen displayed the image of one officer climbing onto the back of another. Kova's eyebrow arched at the sight. "This is what they do in Ops all day?" she asked. What was more of note was looked to be the image of Harmon, not pitching a fit at this very sight. Clearly, his pink little tush wasn't as tight as it appeared to be. The image flickered on the third screen annoying the Andorian, and then a moment later, something large seemed to scamper and obscure the view on the fourth screen. "Did you see that?! Something moved up there!" Kova enlarged the large screen of black, which gave way to light occasionally as if something was blocking the terminal's camera. Maybe they were all about to be eaten or attacked by something. Was there some sort of intruder aboard?
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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 15, 2021 15:45:03 GMT
[ Mott Moz | Engineering ]Adult conversation and analysis began to grow around him, but to Mott it was a muffled buzzing. He was tracking the progress of the woman from the market around Engineering, ready to cheese it. And cheese it he did! The Chief Engineer who Mott did not know was called Ozu Saya approached and Mott took a run for it. He grabbed his fuzzy-friend-in-a-jar from T'Laara, tucked it under his jacket and and ran bumping into a couple people on his way out and tipping over a chair. Why, he wouldn't be able to tell you, exactly. Maybe it was that no matter how clever he thought himself, he was still young and far from home. He didn't know who was friend or foe, what the rules were, or what getting in trouble meant. So he ran. Ozu Saya, Shavan Th'zhaar (T'Laara), Thomas Jett
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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 15, 2021 17:14:20 GMT
[Door Engineering] Tom felt a little frustrated by the situation. He continued his walk heading outside of Engineering when he observed the situation at hand. As mentioned before he was suspicious that something was going on but he had no idea of the details. From the corner of his eyes he observed a child, who appear to have a blue skin color, almost a Bolian. He was not sure since he was never around Bolian children. He stood silent as he observed him take the jar and put it under his jacket. Ohh boy, someone has a lot to learn. . Tom thought to himself as he observed the situation unfolding in front of him. He thought for a second to let the kid go and let him continue his mayhem. But then again, he did a poor job and he would get caught. Tom move sideways to give the kid room to run. As he would try and move slowly after the kid. He would try to stop him, with a possible tap in the should and said the kid “Good try kid, but if you want to win you should be little smoother.” . He would have pointed the jacket in the direction of the jar. If the kid wanted to run he would end up a chase in his hands. Tag Avi MozShavan Th'zhaar (T'Laara) Ozu Saya
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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 15, 2021 21:16:17 GMT
[ Kova Sh'qaleq - CO's Quarters, Front Ear Station ] One thing was consistent when it came to Fleeters: they loved to bark out orders. The captain fell right into the habit of doing just that, dispensing Kova with orders to attempt to find where this all likely started. Obviously, the words please and thank you were nowhere to be found in this woman's vocabulary. They must have disappeared with the addition of her latest pip. And then there was the directive to actually sit in the chair. Kova's eyes narrowed slightly, wondering if the woman would ever make up her mind about the chair and whether Kova should touch it or not. Somehow, when Saya announced that she was leaving, it dawned on Kova that she was being left all alone... with the Captain. Suddenly, she found herself preferring the company of the Vulcan hybrid, or even Harmon for that matter. Perhaps it was more to do with the fact that Judy was for the most part an unknown quantity. One that Kova wasn't sure she should get acquainted with. She could still recall how Jovireh seemed to melt in the woman's vicinity and engage in nonverbal small talk. It wasn't something Kova wanted to experience. Perhaps she could just do the job and get the hell out of here. Kova lowered herself into the chair and began to work away at the terminal. "Chel-E, display all traffic in the relay conduits for the entire station," Kova said aloud. Her lens blinked and the image appeared on the screen. Kova examined the revolving display of the station which was illuminated, but there were areas that were more darker. "Those must be the areas where the relays were rerouted." There were some regions that truly captured the Andorian's attention. "There. Decks 6 - 9. Those areas are the most populated by Civilians. Makes sense because that is probably the least secure area. That's the most likely location for this to have started." Kova scrutinized a few more areas. "That doesn't make sense," Kova said. "Decks 19, 20 and 29. There aren't any civilian terminals on those decks. Which further proves this can't be a virus. Security would know if unauthorized personnel accessed terminals on those levels." Her antennae curled slightly as she pondered the mystery before her. "If it's not a virus, then what the hell is it?"Her antennae seemed to straightened as a thought came to her. "Chel-E, activate Surveillance protocols: B-B-E... Location Ops... Cycle Terminals," It probably wasn't the smartest thing to do in front of the Captain, but it was one of the few places that offered a multi-spectral view of a confined area because of all the terminals. [... Searching... Surveillance Protocol: B-B-E... Running...] [... Location: Ops... Terminal Selection: All... Running...]
A small screen appeared at the bottom of the monitor, followed by another screen... then another... and another. One of the screens was nothing more than static. The second screen was pixelated, and seemed to be on the verge of losing its' feed altogether. The third screen displayed the image of one officer climbing onto the back of another. Kova's eyebrow arched at the sight. "This is what they do in Ops all day?" she asked. What was more of note was looked to be the image of Harmon, not pitching a fit at this very sight. Clearly, his pink little tush wasn't as tight as it appeared to be. The image flickered on the third screen annoying the Andorian, and then a moment later, something large seemed to scamper and obscure the view on the fourth screen. "Did you see that?! Something moved up there!" Kova enlarged the large screen of black, which gave way to light occasionally as if something was blocking the terminal's camera. Maybe they were all about to be eaten or attacked by something. Was there some sort of intruder aboard? [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Study, Commanding Officer's Quarters]With Saya leaving, Judy moved to her own chair, donned her reading glasses, and began to examine the data as the hacker worked. The graph of aggregate malfunctions over time, was distinctive[fn]Look at this exponential growth [/fn]. The data Sh'qaleq found was also pretty distinctive. As was... the chaos in Ops. Judy shook her head, and then pushed her eyewear down her nose. "Ops is a lot less useful than most of us here in the fleet will admit, but that's... something," she commented, peering over the readers. "In any case, decks 7-9 are the promenade, 19-20 are the cargo bays, and 29 is the airlocks. Almost every supply chain on the station runs through all three. That's excellent work," she said, though the means through which they were obtained weren't ideal. "Whatever this is, it follows an exponential growth, it follows retail supply chains; that means, to me, it came here by ship, and it's an infestation. I just hope it isn't voles," she summarized. Cardassian Voles, which in the last 5 years had been nicknamed "Dukat's Revenge" (not to be confused with "Dukat's last stand", as diarrhea occurring on Cardassia Prime was known), were a scourge, almost as fearsome as tribbles and much uglier. "Now, I should head to Ops, if you'd like to come along."She clipped the spectacles back onto her vest, as she gave the young Andorian a friendly smile.
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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 15, 2021 23:07:49 GMT
| 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.
Tag Sven Aune |Sick Bay || lt. cmdr. Sven Aune | lt. (jr.grd.) Sorren | Crewman Alice Duff | Crewman Edgar Ragde |Sven was waking up. He felt drowsy, and parched. And a sense of utter confusion was upon him. He groaned and tried to move his arm but found that it was stiff and swollen. "Where am I?" he asked to anyone at large. Sorren raised a brow as the nurse spoke through the door and listened to what the others had to say on the other side. Alice responded, "Ya. We're okay. There's been some malfunctions." She stood and approached the door and found that it would not open. "It seems this door doesn't work too."Edgar sat with the twisted frames of his father. A tear was welling up in his eye and he sniffed. "I'm going to try and override the door." Alice said. There was some clanking and banging. "Nope, she ain't gunna budge. I think it's going to take a person on each side."Sorren stepped up. "Allow me to help" he placed his hands upon the door. "Is that you Sorren?" Alice asked. "It would not be anyone else." he replied. "On the count of three. One, Two, Three." using his superior Vulcan strength, combined with Alice's they were able to pry the door open just enough for a slim human to pass through. "Why is crewman Ragde crying?" Sorren asked Alice. Alice shrugged. "We were almost twisted up in the transporter." completely missing the fact that it was the busted frames that had Edgar so upset. Sorren thought about that for a moment. A logical conclusion formed. "There seems to be many malfunctions going on with this station, and that Andorrian is using a few of them as a cover for her nefarious plots."Alice gave Sorren a strange look. "What Andorian?""Excuse me, Creman." Sorren said pushing past the door, than her, turning down the corridor ignore Edgar who sniffled once more. "Pull it together man." Alice said to upset man. She turned her attention to the nurse. "Is everyone okay in there..... Why is Sven. I mean commander Aune in there?"Tag Jovireh Velal
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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 16, 2021 9:05:31 GMT
[LCDR Matthew Harmon - Ops] As the small shrew like creatures spilled out of the deck Khasanov, had the misfortune of taking several of them into his face, as he tried to swat them away he leaned back too far and fell off the shoulders of Adiss, and onto Harmon, knocking him off his feet as well. To make matters worse, more of the creatures quickly swarmed all over Khasanov, causing him to scream in terror. Meanwhile, Harmon managed to get up and dust himself off quickly, sheepishly looking around in the hopes not too many people saw that. He quickly locked eyes with Jenkins, before the young man was himself taken off his feet. Mabel seemed to flirt with him a little, though Harmon had far too much else on his mind. =/\= Commander Harmon to Captain Eastman Chief Ozu. We’ve...found the problem...there’s uh...about a million rodents inside the walls eating the wiring. They’ve uh...they’ve overrun Ops... =/\= Tag: Judith Eastman, Ozu Saya
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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 16, 2021 15:07:38 GMT
[ 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!? [ 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?[ T’Laara - Engineering] “Yes,” T’Laara agreed with Mott, as he apparently decided to talk about the creature after all. The quick, excited way he spoke could be difficult to follow. But he could, of course, answer questions about how he had found it much more accurately. “I don’t know exactly what it is,” she answered the engineer, and held the jar up for him to get a better look. “If it would help, I can indeed take it to the science lab and attempt to identify it.” She glanced at Mott. If he wanted to come along, she would not object. Though maybe that was not the best idea. Ozu Saya Avi Moz [ Mott Moz | Engineering ]Adult conversation and analysis began to grow around him, but to Mott it was a muffled buzzing. He was tracking the progress of the woman from the market around Engineering, ready to cheese it. And cheese it he did! The Chief Engineer who Mott did not know was called Ozu Saya approached and Mott took a run for it. He grabbed his fuzzy-friend-in-a-jar from T'Laara, tucked it under his jacket and and ran bumping into a couple people on his way out and tipping over a chair. Why, he wouldn't be able to tell you, exactly. Maybe it was that no matter how clever he thought himself, he was still young and far from home. He didn't know who was friend or foe, what the rules were, or what getting in trouble meant. So he ran. Ozu Saya, Shavan Th'zhaar (T'Laara), Thomas Jett [LCDR Matthew Harmon - Ops] As the small shrew like creatures spilled out of the deck Khasanov, had the misfortune of taking several of them into his face, as he tried to swat them away he leaned back too far and fell off the shoulders of Adiss, and onto Harmon, knocking him off his feet as well. To make matters worse, more of the creatures quickly swarmed all over Khasanov, causing him to scream in terror. Meanwhile, Harmon managed to get up and dust himself off quickly, sheepishly looking around in the hopes not too many people saw that. He quickly locked eyes with Jenkins, before the young man was himself taken off his feet. Mabel seemed to flirt with him a little, though Harmon had far too much else on his mind. =/\= Commander Harmon to Captain Eastman Chief Ozu. We’ve...found the problem...there’s uh...about a million rodents inside the walls eating the wiring. They’ve uh...they’ve overrun Ops... =/\= Tag: Judith Eastman, Ozu Saya[ MCPO Ozu Saya and Lt. George Hugo - Engineering] George was about to tell T'Laara that yes, she should take the creature to the science department, when Mott suddenly grabbed the jar and took off. George reached for him, but the boy was quick and was out the doors in a trice. Saya was just approaching with a bewildered look on her face as she saw Mott race out. What...? That boy looked familiar. But she didn't have time to think about it, and she hadn't noticed exactly what he was carrying. Report, she ordered, shifting her thoughts and tone to that of command. I'm not sure what's going on, George confessed. This woman and the boy that just ran out had found some little creature. Looked like a rodent of some kind. They said it was chewing wiring. The boy grabbed it and took off for some reason.Just then, Harmon's call interrupted, and Saya's eyes widened with horror. =/\= Acknowledged, Commander. We'll... =/\= Oh, Prophets, what were they supposed to do? She turned her gaze to the Vulcan woman. You're a scientist, aren't you? I think we'd better get our hands on another one, and it sounds like Ops is the place to do so.
George, we need to begin shutting down power wherever we can, but many of the station systems have been automatically rerouting because of the outages. We'll have to take care and check each system as we go.George nodded and turned to begin the work. I'll go with you to Ops, Saya informed T'Laara. ---------- Tag Shavan Th'zhaar and Matthew Harmon
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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 16, 2021 15:30:47 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.
Tag Ozu Saya[ SCPO Melihn Ryah - Blue Beta] Oh, no! Ryah exclaimed, and quickly duck-walked under the partially open shutters to see if she could help. Straightening, she followed Jack toward the kitchen at a trot. Ryah gasped in sympathy when she saw Lea's situation, hurrying to crouch beside the bar owner. Oh, Prophets. Do you think you can move? We should get you away from this mess, then we can see about treating you.---------- Tag Leanna Mazal
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Leanna Mazal
Civilian
Posts: 1,728 Likes: 32
Position: Civilian
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Leanna Mazal on Jan 16, 2021 16:17:56 GMT
[Blue Beta - Promenade] At the sound of familiar voices as Ryah approached along with both Seamus and Jack, there wasn't any point in Lea even trying to pretend that she was okay. Her ankle hurt like hell and it was taking all of her resolve not to burst into tears. Although she did manage to stop cursing long enough to consider Ryah's question before she suddenly found herself being lifted by Seamus and Jack. " I don't think I can, it feels broken and hurts like hell, not as though these two would even let me try" Lea admitted with some of her usual humour directed at Seamus and Jack. Resigning herself to letting them carry her carefully to one of the booths, whilst they took care of the clean up. " This pretty much sums up how I should never of left my quarters today.... but promise me one thing, if I have to go to Sickbay, can we get a working lift?".
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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 16, 2021 18:12:34 GMT
[ Mott Moz | Engineering ]Adult conversation and analysis began to grow around him, but to Mott it was a muffled buzzing. He was tracking the progress of the woman from the market around Engineering, ready to cheese it. And cheese it he did! The Chief Engineer who Mott did not know was called Ozu Saya approached and Mott took a run for it. He grabbed his fuzzy-friend-in-a-jar from T'Laara, tucked it under his jacket and and ran bumping into a couple people on his way out and tipping over a chair. Why, he wouldn't be able to tell you, exactly. Maybe it was that no matter how clever he thought himself, he was still young and far from home. He didn't know who was friend or foe, what the rules were, or what getting in trouble meant. So he ran. [ MCPO Ozu Saya and Lt. George Hugo - Engineering] George was about to tell T'Laara that yes, she should take the creature to the science department, when Mott suddenly grabbed the jar and took off. George reached for him, but the boy was quick and was out the doors in a trice. Saya was just approaching with a bewildered look on her face as she saw Mott race out. What...? That boy looked familiar. But she didn't have time to think about it, and she hadn't noticed exactly what he was carrying. Report, she ordered, shifting her thoughts and tone to that of command. I'm not sure what's going on, George confessed. This woman and the boy that just ran out had found some little creature. Looked like a rodent of some kind. They said it was chewing wiring. The boy grabbed it and took off for some reason.Just then, Harmon's call interrupted, and Saya's eyes widened with horror. =/\= Acknowledged, Commander. We'll... =/\= Oh, Prophets, what were they supposed to do? She turned her gaze to the Vulcan woman. You're a scientist, aren't you? I think we'd better get our hands on another one, and it sounds like Ops is the place to do so.
George, we need to begin shutting down power wherever we can, but many of the station systems have been automatically rerouting because of the outages. We'll have to take care and check each system as we go.George nodded and turned to begin the work. I'll go with you to Ops, Saya informed T'Laara. [ T’Laara - Engineering -> Ops] “Hey!” T’Laara called out when Mott snatched the jar she was holding out to show George. Maybe he had heard and taken offense to the idea of bringing it to the science lab. Of course, she wasn’t actually going to hurt it, they just needed to run some scans, and she could have given it back to him when they were done. But apparently it had been too much to expect him to behave logically. Before she could chase after him, the boy was gone, and Chief Ozu approached her and asked if she was a scientist. “Yes, I am. If I get a chance to study one of the creatures, I can identify them. Then we can determine what exactly they are doing here and can devise a plan to get rid of them.” Maybe a botanist wasn’t exactly what they needed, but she did have general knowledge of biology and the natural world, and some of what she knew could be applied to animals as well. She had overheard the conversation on the comms. Apparently there was no time to waste. “Very well.” T’Laara turned and quickly followed the other Vulcan woman to Ops. A few minutes later, the doors to Ops swept open. Inside was chaos. They had indeed found plenty of the creatures. Now, they just needed to isolate a few, and keep them. “We need to catch one of those for testing,” she called out to the crew members already present in case they already had, or had anything that could help. Tag Ozu Saya Matthew Harmon
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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 16, 2021 20:22:33 GMT
[Door Engineering] [...] Ohh boy, someone has a lot to learn. . Tom thought to himself as he observed the situation unfolding in front of him. He thought for a second to let the kid go and let him continue his mayhem. But then again, he did a poor job and he would get caught. Tom move sideways to give the kid room to run. As he would try and move slowly after the kid. He would try to stop him, with a possible tap in the shoulder and said the kid “Good try kid, but if you want to win you should be little smoother.” . He would have pointed the jacket in the direction of the jar. If the kid wanted to run he would end up a chase in his hands. [ Mott Moz | Outside Engineering ]Mott hadn't decided where to go next and he was interrupted before he could. He stopped short just past the doorway, glanced back over his shoulder, then looked up at a tall human with short brown hair. He was dressed like so many traders he'd seen in Celladore before. Scruffy space-goers with lots of pockets who were quick with a smack and beer on their breath. They were terrible marks. Mott backed away. "Win what, ochi?" Mott sniffed, using the Bolian word for 'old man'. "I don't know what you're talking about. It's mine."He flicked his own ear and clicked his tongue. [fn]Ear-flicking is youthful Bolian sass, like Earth's middle finger.[/fn] Mott backed away a little more but didn't take off from Mr. Leatherlegs who looked like a Galloshow [fn]Gallo is the entertainment/theatre section of Celladore city where Mott grew up.[/fn] pirate, that is, rather cool. Thomas Jett
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Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
Posts: 516 Likes: 34
Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Jan 17, 2021 8:19:40 GMT
[Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Study, Commanding Officer's Quarters][...] "Ops is a lot less useful than most of us here in the fleet will admit, but that's... something," she commented, peering over the readers. "In any case, decks 7-9 are the promenade, 19-20 are the cargo bays, and 29 is the airlocks. Almost every supply chain on the station runs through all three. That's excellent work," she said, though the means through which they were obtained weren't ideal. "Whatever this is, it follows an exponential growth, it follows retail supply chains; that means, to me, it came here by ship, and it's an infestation. I just hope it isn't voles," she summarized. Cardassian Voles, which in the last 5 years had been nicknamed "Dukat's Revenge" (not to be confused with "Dukat's last stand", as diarrhea occurring on Cardassia Prime was known), were a scourge, almost as fearsome as tribbles and much uglier. "Now, I should head to Ops, if you'd like to come along."She clipped the spectacles back onto her vest, as she gave the young Andorian a friendly smile. [LCDR Matthew Harmon - Ops] [...] =/\= Commander Harmon to Captain Eastman Chief Ozu. We’ve...found the problem...there’s uh...about a million rodents inside the walls eating the wiring. They’ve uh...they’ve overrun Ops... =/\= [ Kova Sh'qaleq - CO's Quarters --> Ops, Front Ear Station ] Kova had to admit, the captain seemed to be taking all of this much better than she had anticipated. There were no hysterics or groans of frustration. Perhaps she was something more than human. A synthetic perhaps? Kova dismissed the notion almost as quickly as it arose. Harmon's voice then filled the air as he reported that Ops had been overrun. The Andorian's eyebrow arched slightly at the description. "Certainly one way of putting it," she remarked, more to herself than anyone else. Kova heard the praise from the captain for her duties, after mentioning that Ops was somewhat overrated. Was that something that she actually meant, or was she simply trying to convince Kova of that. Then, came the invitation to join, along with that smile. Kova paused to think of it. She certainly didn't want to be left with the captain's mate and their canines. And with tragedies popping up all over the place, perhaps being in the vicinity of the captain was the safest place. Just in case additional precautions had been taken for her safety. "After you," Kova said, conceding to allow the captain to do as was her nature, and lead the way.
Tag: Judith Eastman
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