Thea Baker
Command
[TI12]
Posts: 1,448 Likes: 46
Rank: Captain
Position: Commanding Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Thea Baker on Mar 6, 2021 9:59:13 GMT
[Jungle Clearing - Unknown Planet] Thea knew from the pain and rapidly increasing swelling around her foot, that she had done some serious damage. But that seemed inconsequential compared to what she was about to help Jovireh with. Focusing on Aravis and everything else, Thea fought against how she was currently feeling and watched as Jovireh spoke to Alice and vice versa. Taking a deep breath, the Doctor put her all into securing the unconscious flight officer in her arms, before gently guiding her to the surface alongside Jovireh. Once she was down and safe, the adrenaline began to wear off, forcing Thea to sag to the ground. " Petty Officer, could you take Lieutenant Aravis over to the trees?, I seem to have twisted my ankle, although I hope that it is just a sprain, I won't know for definite until we get the medkit".Of course she felt embarrassed at injuring herself but at the same time had to just check her ankle, treat it and get on with it as they had more pressing matters to deal with.
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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 Mar 6, 2021 12:34:36 GMT
[PO2 Jovireh Velal - Unknown Planet - Jungle Clearing]It was an awkward catch, no way around that, but they somehow managed to get the unconscious pilot safely to the ground. Jovireh nodded at the request for her to carry Aravis away from the crash zone, concern flickering across her face at the mention of a sprained ankle. At least they had two doctors on board this time. "Aye, ma'am. Hope it's an easy fix for you." With that, she scooped Aravis up in her arms and carried her towards the two Lt. Commanders. She briefly overheard part of their conversation as she set Aravis on the ground as gently as she could. "Pardon, sirs, but I did scan the area immediately. The only toxicity present comes from a single type of tree." She pointed to one such tree a few meters away. "Tricorder didn't recognize the type of toxin, but the ten-centimeter thorns should be deterrent enough."Toxic Tree Toxic Thorns
Meanwhile, the trees supporting the runabout began to shift. Branches bowed, trunks leaned, and the vessel tilted.
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Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
[TI22]
Posts: 649 Likes: 21
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Tactical Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Joshua Niles on Mar 7, 2021 3:32:42 GMT
[USS Mac - Bridge] Tabernac. Derek deduced within moments of being on the bridge that the worst had happened with their runabout, and as an added complication, they weren't able to track or transport them immediately out. If they broke up on the way down, the emergency transporters may have saved some of them. Without supplies though, and likely injured, any survivors wouldn't last long. Their best chance depended on rapid rescue. But for that, Mac needed to find them first. With some experience in what was to come, Derek wanted to volunteer, but waited for Ozu to finish issuing her orders first when he saw her looking in his direction. To his mild surprise and relief, she didn't even bother asking. "Aye, Ma'am." He replied, noting her captaincy by circumstance, while turning away to one of the auxiliary stations and logging on with his credentials. "And I got it, thanks, Sir." Derek acknowledged the lieutenant next, accessing the forwarded files. Like most modern Starfleet vessels, Mac was highly automated, and from the moment Aravis, the assigned pilot, had activated Roundabout's APU, a steady stream of real-time data was automatically transmitted from the runabout's 'black box' into Mac's memory banks. The transfer datalink would, of course, not always remain stable, so normally, the shuttle's logs would be synchronized upon it's return, to replace any corrupted or missing telemetry. Through that, Derek could see when they began to lose the uplink, shortly after the runabout entered atmo. One of the other bridge crew had already mentioned earlier that the shuttle's systems were reading 'green' prior to launch, so he focused more upon what Aravis did before and during the flight itself. Another commonly automated procedure, the computer did 90% of the work, only requiring the physical pilot to doublecheck readings that showed off-nominal. In this case, she hadn't had to do anything at all, besides the usual preflight test of control surfaces. The pilot's log showed everything had been dotted and crossed before they'd even pushed back. One thing Derek did notice was that the walkaround, normally done by a pilot before boarding, had a different signature next to it's checkbox, and a timestamp several hours prior to Aravis' on the rest of the list. Not unusual for busy flightdeck operations, sometimes the cursory visual inspection was done by ground crew, especially if regular maintenance had just been completed. Still, when nothing else stood out from the records infront of him, a trivial matter was probably worth at least taking a look at. Probably grasping at straws, Derek mused, but he still looked over to the tactical officer. "Lieutenant, would you happen to have security footage of the ramp Roundabout was parked at? Say...two hours prior to skids up?"
[NPC - Crewman Ezra Mora - Bridge, USS Mac ] "You got it, boss," Ezra said, acknowledging Saya's orders. He communicated to the transporter chief via a brief message that a Level 2 diagnostic wouldn't be necessary, but instructed to continue running simulations. His attention returned to the scans that had been made. A probe had been launched and hopefully data acquired from it would give them a better idea of how to proceed. For now, it was a matter of combing through all the information they had before them and determining if there was a mistake in protocol, or something with the planet that had been overlooked. Naturally, hindsight was 20/20. At least, Ezra was hoping that would be the case here. Another chime at his station indicated that the transporter chief had run another test. Ezra looked over the results as well as the complete transporter logs. He attempted to sync of the time index with the latent sensor readings of the same time. Something had certainly caught his eye, but he thought it best to run it up the chain before taking it to the Chief. Ezra turned and walked over towards the science officer on duty. He hoped this guy wasn't a botanist. Surely the blues didn't let just anyone work on the bridge. "Lieutenant? I was wondering if I could run something by you?" Ezra then offered the Trill the padd he'd brought along with him. [ MCPO Ozu Saya - USS Mac - Bridge] The probe began relaying telemetry, showing the same unidentifiable interference that they could read with the ship's sensors. And then the probe disappeared. The section of the screen that had been showing the probe's data went blank, drawing Saya's gaze. ' Lt. Niles,' she said sharply. ' What happened to the probe?' She supposed it made sense that the probe wouldn't make it through any better than the runabout had. ---------- Tag Joshua Niles , softies to Isaiah Quinn , Syl O'Connell and Derek Black [ LT Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]"Wait one, Ensign," Niles simply said as the probe was just starting to nose into the outermost layers of the planet's exosphere. The process of getting the probe there had been almost painfully slow, given it needed to go slow enough that atmospheric heating would not tear it apart on its way down, so it had been launched at a pitifully low velocity compared, say, to a torpedo that was accelerated to just short of the warp threshold when the launch platform was moving at sublight velocities. Which had explained just how much he had gotten done in the meantime. And there it went, crossing into the uppermost part of the thermosphere and into the UV airglow layer, and into the red light airglow, and it had just started to make its way towards the boundary with the green light airglow zone... when it simply stopped transmitting. "What the..." he managed to blurt out just as the Master Chief called back to him. "Stand by," he replied crisply as he brought back the last few moments of readings from the probe itself, while he also accessed the torpedo tube readouts and maintenance logs, the magazine logs, and the probe pre- and post-launch diagnostics, and he followed the whole data trail. The magazine, when the instructions to launch a Class 3 probe, had selected the first one in the launch queue; that particular device had just been cycled there from being the runner-up in the sequence that morning, after the previous one had spent long enough at high readiness and had to be cycled back for maintenance and to the bottom of the queue. Which meant that when that had happened, it had been physically inspected by the magazine technicians, who had actually reported everything green (just like the automated checks, for that matter. Along the transit to the launch chamber, it had been scanned by an independent system and its operating system was interfaced with for one more test, and its self-test protocols reported it had been in perfect shape and not deformed or damaged by the ordnance handling system. The torpedo tube was in perfect alignment, with the launch coils not just synced within tolerance, but right on the nose. The launch itself had been perfect, the probe's drive had gone online just as it should have, and it had been on the right path. And the readings it had communicated along the way were nothing unexpected, and there had been absolutely no signs that it was about to break up or that there would be an impending failure that would disable its transceiver, transponder and drive all at once either. "Master Chief, what I can tell you that until we lost contact, there was absolutely nothing wrong with that probe, the launch was perfect, and navigation and telemetry until loss of contact were on the nose. Best guess, whatever happened to the runabout happened to the probe too, but the size differential is probably why I managed to get some readings off of her before she went down, as opposed to our attempt."
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Syl O'Connell
Flight Control
[TI8]
Posts: 662 Likes: 9
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Flight Control/Caldonia 5
Species: Human
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Post by Syl O'Connell on Mar 7, 2021 5:17:31 GMT
{Quoted Posts} [MCPO Ozu Saya - USS Mac - Bridge] [...] But first, ' You may tell the chief that I don't think that will be necessary, Crewman. While we shall do our due diligence to ensure that there were no mechanical or electronic failures that contributed to the runabout's crashing, I don't believe such drastic measures are called for.
'Lt. Niles, I would like you to collect all of the data and reports from the various departments. Send it to my PADD, but also continue to update the viewscreen. Someone may see something that was missed in the data.' Turning to Derek, she said, ' Mr. Black, I believe we could use your expertise. Recheck all of the pre-flight checks and protocols to see if anything was missed or ignored.
Lieutenant,' Saya said, glancing at the science station. ' I want a thorough analysis of that atmospheric interference. I believe we may have missed something there.' [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - USS Mac - Bridge]Things were going well, and Cerjess was looking forward to getting to play with the samples Lt. Commander Quinn brought back from the surface. It wasn't every day a scientists got to study plant life from a previously untouched world. As suddenly as anything could go wrong, there was the announcement that the runabout had veered off it's course, and the bridge erupted into organized chaos. As expected, it was only a matter of time before an order was sent his way. "Aye, Chief," he replied, having already begun the scans of the atmosphere. Being as thorough as necessary was taking some time though. Focusing on the coordinates where the runabout went awry, he started at the edge of the atmosphere and set the scans to sink down a thousand kilometers at a time. His gaze focused on the read outs as they came across his panel, searching carefully for any anomalies that might have been missed. [ LT Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]
"Thank you, Crewman," Niles replied as his console chimed to announce the arrival of the reports he had requested. Granted, he was not the best person to analyze that information, but given that he'd been the one to request the data be pulled so it may be analyzed, it made sense that it would come up to him first. And, from there, just as instructed by the Master Chief, he forwarded a copy of those pre-flight checks, maintenance logs and the flight safety officer's report to her own PADD. However, given the instructions given to Mister Black behind him, he turned his head towards the man. [...] "Probe is about to hit the atmosphere. Telemetry and readings are coming through, piping them to the screen." [USS Mac - Bridge] [...] One thing Derek did notice was that the walkaround, normally done by a pilot before boarding, had a different signature next to it's checkbox, and a timestamp several hours prior to Aravis' on the rest of the list. Not unusual for busy flightdeck operations, sometimes the cursory visual inspection was done by ground crew, especially if regular maintenance had just been completed. Still, when nothing else stood out from the records infront of him, a trivial matter was probably worth at least taking a look at. Probably grasping at straws, Derek mused, but he still looked over to the tactical officer. "Lieutenant, would you happen to have security footage of the ramp Roundabout was parked at? Say...two hours prior to skids up?"[PO2 Jovireh Velal - Unknown Planet - Jungle Clearing][...]
Meanwhile, something deep within the jungle began to stir, roused from its slumber as an unfamiliar pressure landed on one of its feelers. Intruders... |Crash site || lt. cmdr. Sven Aune |"Right now? You. We are working on getting the crash site clear of people and securing it. Once that is done, I will have Alice grab the survival gear. If it's safe enough we can try and repair the ship, or use it to get a signal out." the large security officer told the science officer. My biggest question now, is if the atmosphere did that to our ship, how toxic is it to us?"This was a real concern. And he looked back up at the sky. "Perhaps the Mac was able to triangulate out crash location? For all we know they could be sending a shuttle now. But I want to plan for the worst, hope for the best." [...] [NPC - Crewman Ezra Mora - Bridge, USS Mac ] "You got it, boss," Ezra said, acknowledging Saya's orders. He communicated to the transporter chief via a brief message that a Level 2 diagnostic wouldn't be necessary, but instructed to continue running simulations. His attention returned to the scans that had been made. A probe had been launched and hopefully data acquired from it would give them a better idea of how to proceed. For now, it was a matter of combing through all the information they had before them and determining if there was a mistake in protocol, or something with the planet that had been overlooked. Naturally, hindsight was 20/20. At least, Ezra was hoping that would be the case here. Another chime at his station indicated that the transporter chief had run another test. Ezra looked over the results as well as the complete transporter logs. He attempted to sync of the time index with the latent sensor readings of the same time. Something had certainly caught his eye, but he thought it best to run it up the chain before taking it to the Chief. Ezra turned and walked over towards the science officer on duty. He hoped this guy wasn't a botanist. Surely the blues didn't let just anyone work on the bridge. "Lieutenant? I was wondering if I could run something by you?" Ezra then offered the Trill the padd he'd brought along with him.
Tag: Jovireh Velal (Cerjess); Soft tag: Ozu Saya , Joshua Niles , Derek Black [ MCPO Ozu Saya - USS Mac - Bridge] The probe began relaying telemetry, showing the same unidentifiable interference that they could read with the ship's sensors. And then the probe disappeared. The section of the screen that had been showing the probe's data went blank, drawing Saya's gaze. ' Lt. Niles,' she said sharply. ' What happened to the probe?' She supposed it made sense that the probe wouldn't make it through any better than the runabout had. ---------- Tag Joshua Niles , softies to Isaiah Quinn , Syl O'Connell and Derek Black [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - USS Mac - Bridge]As the Crewman approached him, the Trill glanced away from his console with a slightly distracted expression. "Hm? Oh, certainly." Cerjess replied, taking the PADD that was handed to him and scrolling through it. After a moment his brow furrowed, and he shifted his attention back to his console to double-check what he was seeing. "That can't be right..." he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. The sudden declarations from around the Bridge pulled his attention back to the conversations around him, and he quickly realized that the probe had vanished. "Chief, there are some unusual readings in the atmosphere that our initial broad-sweep scans didn't pick up. Elevated air-currents in the thermosphere could account for the runabout being thrown off course, but the pilot should have been able to compensate for that." The scientist refocused on the PADD, confirming the direction of the atmospheric winds with the direction the runabout had been thrown before they lost contact. So what had made them lose contact? There was a chirp from his console, and he absently handed the PADD back to the Crewman as he tapped in a few commands. "It looks like the last thing the probe transmitted was a slight increase in ion and tachyon particles... That'd explain the transporter interference, but these levels shouldn't have been enough to knock out the Roundabout's systems..." Cerjess would give anything for Commander Quinn's expertise right about now. The little puzzle pieces they were pulling together weren't fitting, and they still weren't able to see enough of the picture to know how to help their people. If their people had even survived the crash...
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Derek Black
Medical
[TI33]
Posts: 48 Likes: 3
Rank: Ensign
Position: Health & Safety Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Derek Black on Mar 7, 2021 6:45:02 GMT
[ LT Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]"Wait one, Ensign," Niles simply said as the probe was just starting to nose into the outermost layers of the planet's exosphere. The process of getting the probe there had been almost painfully slow, given it needed to go slow enough that atmospheric heating would not tear it apart on its way down, so it had been launched at a pitifully low velocity compared, say, to a torpedo that was accelerated to just short of the warp threshold when the launch platform was moving at sublight velocities. Which had explained just how much he had gotten done in the meantime. And there it went, crossing into the uppermost part of the thermosphere and into the UV airglow layer, and into the red light airglow, and it had just started to make its way towards the boundary with the green light airglow zone... when it simply stopped transmitting. "What the..." he managed to blurt out just as the Master Chief called back to him. "Stand by," he replied crisply as he brought back the last few moments of readings from the probe itself, while he also accessed the torpedo tube readouts and maintenance logs, the magazine logs, and the probe pre- and post-launch diagnostics, and he followed the whole data trail. The magazine, when the instructions to launch a Class 3 probe, had selected the first one in the launch queue; that particular device had just been cycled there from being the runner-up in the sequence that morning, after the previous one had spent long enough at high readiness and had to be cycled back for maintenance and to the bottom of the queue. Which meant that when that had happened, it had been physically inspected by the magazine technicians, who had actually reported everything green (just like the automated checks, for that matter. Along the transit to the launch chamber, it had been scanned by an independent system and its operating system was interfaced with for one more test, and its self-test protocols reported it had been in perfect shape and not deformed or damaged by the ordnance handling system. The torpedo tube was in perfect alignment, with the launch coils not just synced within tolerance, but right on the nose. The launch itself had been perfect, the probe's drive had gone online just as it should have, and it had been on the right path. And the readings it had communicated along the way were nothing unexpected, and there had been absolutely no signs that it was about to break up or that there would be an impending failure that would disable its transceiver, transponder and drive all at once either. "Master Chief, what I can tell you that until we lost contact, there was absolutely nothing wrong with that probe, the launch was perfect, and navigation and telemetry until loss of contact were on the nose. Best guess, whatever happened to the runabout happened to the probe too, but the size differential is probably why I managed to get some readings off of her before she went down, as opposed to our attempt." [USS Mac - Bridge] Duly put on hold, Derek listened in as the tactical officer interpreted the information infront of him and compiled it into a report for Ozu, frowning as he realized the improbable theory he'd been musing had turned into nearly impossible. If something had been overlooked during preflight inspection, perhaps a maintenance hatch or cowling left open, oxidation during re-entry could've easily caused engine failure, resulting in the loss of power, control, and eventual break-up. But a runabout and a probe were very different machines, sharing only the basics in similarities, like deuterium fuel and structural material. And both had been cleared for launch by individual specialists in different departments. With the probe seemingly having failed much in the same manner as Roundabout, it suggested a more likely common denominator; the planet's atmosphere itself. That feasibility was reinforced as a young Trill science lieutenant spoke up, contributing her own expertise to the discussion. "Sir, you can scratch my request. I've looked over the pre-flight, and both pilot commanded and autopilot guidance corrections from what was uploaded prior to LOS. As far as I can tell, there were no abnormalities or unusual input." With no further leads to follow on his assignment, Derek pivoted towards prioritizing solutions for their numerous problems. On one of his previous postings during the Dominion War, search and rescue of stranded planetside personnel was a critical task, especially during the earlier years when they suffered so many losses, and couldn't reliably depend on the Jem'hadar to respect basic conventions of war. Locating their people quickly in a combat zone was a necessity, and Manetheren, like most starships, carried retrofitted shuttlecraft for the task. Plenty of star systems they'd fought over had planets with less than hospitable environments, and if they didn't have the luxury of being able to perform sensor sweeps from orbit, it'd be a race against time scouring the surface, one grid search at a time. After the conflict had ended, reasonably, most captains chose not to keep a specialized shuttle or supplies gathering dust. Though we could sure use one now."Ma'am, if we think this might be an issue with the atmosphere, we may be able to get some better data using a 'dipping' method." Derek suggested, aware some of the more senior officers on the bridge he didn't recognize might consider him speaking out of line. He went ahead anyways. "A sensor package in an aerodynamic shell, attached by an umbilicus and tethered to a shuttlecraft holding altitude at the lowest safe flight level, could give us reliable readings several kilometres below where we're losing telemetry. We used to do it during the war whenever atmospheric interference fouled up our sensors. If we can narrow down the general area where Roundabout went in, we could scatter drop pods with basic necessities for the survivors while we come up with a way to rescue them." Or recover their remains. Derek didn't think it necessary to add that last part.
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Isaiah Quinn
Science
[TI36]
Posts: 1,153 Likes: 57
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief Science Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Isaiah Quinn on Mar 8, 2021 0:08:48 GMT
{Quoted Posts} [MCPO Ozu Saya - USS Mac - Bridge] The probe began relaying telemetry, showing the same unidentifiable interference that they could read with the ship's sensors. And then the probe disappeared. The section of the screen that had been showing the probe's data went blank, drawing Saya's gaze. ' Lt. Niles,' she said sharply. ' What happened to the probe?' She supposed it made sense that the probe wouldn't make it through any better than the runabout had. [ LT Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]"Wait one, Ensign," Niles simply said as the probe was just starting to nose into the outermost layers of the planet's exosphere. The process of getting the probe there had been almost painfully slow, given it needed to go slow enough that atmospheric heating would not tear it apart on its way down, so it had been launched at a pitifully low velocity compared, say, to a torpedo that was accelerated to just short of the warp threshold when the launch platform was moving at sublight velocities. Which had explained just how much he had gotten done in the meantime. And there it went, crossing into the uppermost part of the thermosphere and into the UV airglow layer, and into the red light airglow, and it had just started to make its way towards the boundary with the green light airglow zone... when it simply stopped transmitting. "What the..." he managed to blurt out just as the Master Chief called back to him. "Stand by," he replied crisply as he brought back the last few moments of readings from the probe itself, while he also accessed the torpedo tube readouts and maintenance logs, the magazine logs, and the probe pre- and post-launch diagnostics, and he followed the whole data trail. [...] "Master Chief, what I can tell you that until we lost contact, there was absolutely nothing wrong with that probe, the launch was perfect, and navigation and telemetry until loss of contact were on the nose. Best guess, whatever happened to the runabout happened to the probe too, but the size differential is probably why I managed to get some readings off of her before she went down, as opposed to our attempt." [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - USS Mac - Bridge]As the Crewman approached him, the Trill glanced away from his console with a slightly distracted expression. "Hm? Oh, certainly." Cerjess replied, taking the PADD that was handed to him and scrolling through it. After a moment his brow furrowed, and he shifted his attention back to his console to double-check what he was seeing. "That can't be right..." he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. The sudden declarations from around the Bridge pulled his attention back to the conversations around him, and he quickly realized that the probe had vanished. "Chief, there are some unusual readings in the atmosphere that our initial broad-sweep scans didn't pick up. Elevated air-currents in the thermosphere could account for the runabout being thrown off course, but the pilot should have been able to compensate for that." The scientist refocused on the PADD, confirming the direction of the atmospheric winds with the direction the runabout had been thrown before they lost contact. So what had made them lose contact? There was a chirp from his console, and he absently handed the PADD back to the Crewman as he tapped in a few commands. "It looks like the last thing the probe transmitted was a slight increase in ion and tachyon particles... That'd explain the transporter interference, but these levels shouldn't have been enough to knock out the Roundabout's systems..." Cerjess would give anything for Commander Quinn's expertise right about now. The little puzzle pieces they were pulling together weren't fitting, and they still weren't able to see enough of the picture to know how to help their people. If their people had even survived the crash... [USS Mac - Bridge] [...] "Sir, you can scratch my request. I've looked over the pre-flight, and both pilot commanded and autopilot guidance corrections from what was uploaded prior to LOS. As far as I can tell, there were no abnormalities or unusual input." With no further leads to follow on his assignment, Derek pivoted towards prioritizing solutions for their numerous problems. On one of his previous postings during the Dominion War, search and rescue of stranded planetside personnel was a critical task, especially during the earlier years when they suffered so many losses, and couldn't reliably depend on the Jem'hadar to respect basic conventions of war. Locating their people quickly in a combat zone was a necessity, and Manetheren, like most starships, carried retrofitted shuttlecraft for the task. Plenty of star systems they'd fought over had planets with less than hospitable environments, and if they didn't have the luxury of being able to perform sensor sweeps from orbit, it'd be a race against time scouring the surface, one grid search at a time. After the conflict had ended, reasonably, most captains chose not to keep a specialized shuttle or supplies gathering dust. Though we could sure use one now."Ma'am, if we think this might be an issue with the atmosphere, we may be able to get some better data using a 'dipping' method." Derek suggested, aware some of the more senior officers on the bridge he didn't recognize might consider him speaking out of line. He went ahead anyways. "A sensor package in an aerodynamic shell, attached by an umbilicus and tethered to a shuttlecraft holding altitude at the lowest safe flight level, could give us reliable readings several kilometres below where we're losing telemetry. We used to do it during the war whenever atmospheric interference fouled up our sensors. If we can narrow down the general area where Roundabout went in, we could scatter drop pods with basic necessities for the survivors while we come up with a way to rescue them." Or recover their remains. Derek didn't think it necessary to add that last part. [NPC - Crewman Ezra Mora - Bridge, USS Mac ] Ezra was at least confident that he had found something. As soon as the blue took a moment to look up from his screens and focus on the padd that Ezra had given him, he was hooked. It had intrigued Ezra as well, but 'Spots' here was taking it to a whole new level. Ezra was almost too wrapped up in everything to notice that the probe had disappeared. Ezra's eyes went from the viewscreen, from which any sign of the probe. Whatever was happening with the planet's atmosphere, it didn't seem like just a theory any longer, but quickly approaching undeniable fact. The tactical officer rained out an explanation that could have pretty much been summed up with saying that the probe was gone. Of course, perhaps the chief appreciated long-winded answers. A lot of the pointy-eared types did. It also didn't take long for the blue that had tried to blend with the bulkhead only moments ago to offer a pretty crazy idea. Hell, if Ezra didn't know any better, he'd have sworn the guy was a pilot. He was definitely more ballsy than your average blue. He was suggesting that they run some sort of dipping method. Given it's loose description, Ezra instantly wondered if this was something he'd have to construct. He sure as hell hadn't come across one in a storage locker. Still, he thought it best to get the facts straight, because those would definitely be needed. "Just to be sure I understand what you're suggesting... you essentially want to go fishing for answers by dipping your tip in a pool that swallowed a probe and a runabout..." Ezra allowed the question to linger, and then realized he'd forgotten something. "... sir?" Perhaps it was parental instinct, but Ezra's mind was already racing between trying to figure out how this could all go wrong and putting in for a transfer... again. Rimi had bitched every day since arriving about hating this place. Maybe she'd get her wish after all.
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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 Mar 30, 2021 15:29:18 GMT
[MCPO Ozu Saya - USS Mac - Bridge]
One Hour Later
The time had passed quickly as engineering worked to make the necessary modifications to the Mac's warp engines. Saya, again, had wished to be in the thick of things, but such were the restraints of command. Sometimes you couldn't be where you wanted to be. Instead she rechecked calculations and decided who would be where during their maneuvers.
Now they were getting into position. The runabout Bilby had launched with Crewman Mora to handle the transporter and Lt. Miren to monitor the away team and make the call to transport if the efforts to bring up the runabout were unsuccessful. They would maintain position above the ship for as long as the Mac could keep the warp bubble intact. Thankfully, the calculations seemed to be holding true as the Mac's warp field parted the layer of atmosphere that seemed to have all of the interference.
On the Mac's bridge, Ensign Black was piloting the ship, holding her in place directly above the location of the runabout; Lt. Niles would be in charge of communications and coordination; Saya was at the engineering station to monitor the Mac's warp core.
Finally, she called for an open comm channel and said, 'Mac to Roundabout, I'm not certain if you can hear us or reply, but we're sending through a data pack with details to make modifications to the runabout's warp core to allow you to make it through the atmospheric interference. We will be monitoring your progress and are prepared to beam you out if the runabout it too damaged to lift off. Please respond if you are able.'
Saya nodded to Niles for him to try sending the data.
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Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
[TI22]
Posts: 649 Likes: 21
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Tactical Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Joshua Niles on Mar 30, 2021 19:06:16 GMT
[ LT Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]Having given his analysis, there was little more for Niles to do than to monitor the radiation belt around the planet, and see if the levels would grow to a level where they might threaten the Mac, while compiling the instructions that were coming up from Engineering into a single data packet to be transmitted once they would have the ability to communicate with the Roundabout down on the surface. But one thing he could see was how the Master Chief seemed... uncomfortable in her current role. Part of him had considered speaking up and offering to relieve her while she would be seeing to the engineering aspects. She may have been left in command, a decision he was still not entirely certain was a good one for someone who, despite her years of experience, did not have an officer's training or grounding in handling a starship in such a way. But frankly, with his own inexperience, all he would really bring to this would be his ability to assimilate information from multiple sources, and execute the plan. And, frankly, he wasn't too surprised that Commander Baker didn't leave him in the center chair; after all, he'd never held an independent command before, only ever served as officer of the watch when there was always a higher authority he could call to if there was a problem. And then, the order came and he did open the channel, pumping as much power as he could into the transmitter in order to increase the odds of the message punching through and ensure the integrity of the data he would send down once he was given the word. And, sure enough, when the Master Chief gave him the nod, he responded in kind, and sent the series of modifications that would be required in order to protect the runabout from the phenomenon that he brought her down.
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Thea Baker
Command
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Post by Thea Baker on Mar 31, 2021 15:33:40 GMT
[Roundabout - Unknown Planet]
They may of been unsuccessful in sending a verbal reply back to the Mac. However sensors would be able to confirm that the data packet had been received by the Roundabout. Now all the team had to do was follow the instructions as Thea ordered Aravis to begin departure procedures. Then the XO settled into a chair and secured herself so as not to repeat their earlier issues.
" Let's go home" she said once more as if reassuring herself more than anything, that this was actually happening.
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Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
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Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Mar 31, 2021 15:50:23 GMT
[PO2 Jovireh Velal - Unknown Planet - Runabout Roundabout]
When Dr. Hunt had stopped and asked for her symptoms, she had simply growled a few not so pleasant obscenities in her native tongue and insisted he help her get to the runabout that was waiting for them. She would willingly submit to a full exam once they were safe, but the longer they stayed in the clearing, the stronger the presence in her mind became. If they stood around much longer, he'd have to carry her the rest of the way.
As they finally climbed aboard - she'd have to ask how they got it on the ground later - she was pale and sweating, her cheeks flushed green, though it was unlikely from the physical exertion of running through the jungle. Jovireh dropped into the closest seat and pressed herself back against it, squeezing her eyes shut and trying in vain to ignore the throbbing headache that was swiftly turning into a migraine. Hopefully Commander Aune would be understanding about her inability to work her shift the next day, but at the current moment asking for the day off was the last thing on her mind. So was the pain in her wrist that was gradually get worse, the dark green bands showing where the thorns had ripped her skin, beginning to spread in tendrils along her veins across the back of her hand.
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Ozu Saya
Engineering/Ops
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Post by Ozu Saya on Apr 2, 2021 20:14:15 GMT
[Did They Make It?] It took the Roundabout's crew a little time to make the necessary modifications to the warp engines, but the animal life seemed to have decided it wasn't worth trying to open the tin can. They were able to prepare and make it through the interference in the atmosphere without any further encounters with the wildlife and only a few injuries. The return was unfortunately small for the amount of effort. The Mac's modified warp bubble held up almost long enough for the runabout to reach them, but had to return to a higher orbit as the strain of holding back the interference finally began causing relays to blow out. The returned safely, if not entirely triumphantly, to Front Ear with a few offerings for the science department to determine whether they could be added to the station's hydroponics and provided for culinary use. ~~~Fin~~~
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