The President of the United Federation of Planets looked into the eyes of the Klingon diplomat that sat before him. He was looking for something... trust? He wasn't sure.
"So we can both count on a stand down of forces along the Neutral Zone within the next four hours?"
"Yes. It is agreed upon by the House Tal-Hok'nah, along with the Bor-Klah, that there will be no more aggressive acts made by Klingon vessels. It seems that the information that you gave us has proven correct about the Chak-ruth clan."
The Klingon diplomat did not go into any other details; especially that of the failed coup attempt by multiple assassins on Qo'nos. He did not feel that the Federation President need be more concerned at the moment. It was bad enough that there was what appeared to be a real shooting war commencing along the Neutral Zone... the thought that the House whom he represented was politically unstable did not help with matters. He wondered if his homeworld would be the same when he was finished with his duties on Earth.
It was fortunate for them that a transmission had come to Qo'nos, via a Federation channel no less, from a Captain Vrang of the Gr'Toth stating that there could be a potential coup. The diplomat wondered how many of high standing may have been vaporized in the attempt. He hoped that it was not enough to truly destabilize the already tenuous hold that they had.
"And what of the H'atoria sector? Our information states that is the most violent of incursions by your ships across the Neutral Zone... have you spoken to the governor there? Is there any other information of Romulan interference?"
Again the Diplomat lied, "We are in communication with the Governor of H'atoria. The Imperial forces there shall be brought into line within the deadline as well. As for the Romulan Empire, there has been no response from their high seat to our communications, and thus no response to the inquiries about their involvement in all of this."
President Falin made no effort to reveal the fact that one of his government's starships was somewhere within that sector. He hoped at least. The Klingon diplomat made no effort to reveal that at the moment, there was nothing they could do about the Chak-ruth within the H'atoria sector and Qwarl who commanded that fleet was part of the conspiracy.
Falin stood, "I appreciate your efforts in bringing this terrible incident to a quick conclusion."
The Klingon diplomat stood and nodded. He quickly turned and left the presidential chamber.
Darkan felt a burning in the back of his throat. He smelled an awful smoke and figured that that was what was irritating his throat and lungs. He tried to open his eyes but they seemed to be adhered closed. His hands found his face and his knuckles dug into the dried blood that had coated his eyelids. With his eyes now able to see, he took a blurry look about the bridge. The viewscreen was a bright static fuzz and the captain quickly glanced to Townshend's station to see her lying still on the deck floor. There was moaning coming from other dark corners of the bridge from unknown crewman, and Darkan was glad for at least they were alive.
"Why was the bridge dark," he wondered to himself. The ship should have brought on the emergency lighting. He continued to look around and did see some consoles still blinking so the ship did have power. Where was engineering?
"Captain," said a voice behind him and Darkan felt his body being lifted. It was the Vulcan, Stonn. As he was lifted, a horrific pain shot up Darkan's arm from where the ulna was sheered in half, the broken bones rubbing against one another. The captain gave a sharp cry and then all went dark again.
With him unconscious, Stonn eased the captain into a more comfortable position and pillowed his head with his torn uniform. The science officer then stood and looked about at the carnage that was the bridge. Small fires burned in circuitry panels underneath station consoles; crewmen lay scattered about and the only light came from the few blinking stations and the white static on the viewscreen.
[OOC:] First of all, welcome to Episode 6. I hope you guys liked the end of the last episode and I hope this new portion of our story is as exciting.
Next, as you all know, I have not been to giving with XP and advancements since our game commencement so long ago and that is because I started all of these characters with at least 4 advancements - that being said, it is time you all earned some. Each player character is awarded two advancements, or 2,000 XP. As always, please post in an [OOC] how you will be spending the 10 picks. Congratulations.
Bridge crew all need to make a Stamina test TN 10 to awake (obviously no PC is dead... though we may have lost some main character NPC's - I am going to see how I want to play that yet).
Shawn, Stonn is currently the only one awake on the bridge. I will want you to do some narrative as to what he wants to do; whether it is to help other crewmen or to check the ship's status. If he helps crewmen, each PC gets a +3 to their stamina to regain consciosness.
Matt, Seppun, Darrin... your characters are out and require the Stamina test above. Matt, unfortunately for Darkan it is a TN 18.
Let's have some fun! ;D
Ario and the nurse slid out of the Jeffries tube on Deck three, due to the halfling's waning strength, and then ran into the Officer's lounge. From there the duo zig-zagged back and forth up the stairs to the Deck two foyer and there up to the bridge deck. Along the way they ran into more confused crewmen - some injured, some not and willing to help.
Once on Deck one, they came before the doors to the bridge and again they were closed and the automated systems were not working. Ario noticed a small panel burning in the security lobby - a room that was used to welcome any arrivals via travel pod - filling the room with an acrid smoke.
[OOC:] You can see where you are (and how you traveled up from Deck three) if you wish by consulting the ship deckplans in the Maps/Pictures.
I need a Strength test TN 15 to open the doors to the bridge - multiple crewmen can assist and I will give up to a maximum +5 to the test.
If anyone is in the room for more than 5 minutes they will fall unconscious from the killing smoke. Putting out the fire will stop the smoke, which will then clear in ten minutes (or faster if the venting systems can be activated).
Ario felt like collapsing- now was not the time for more obstacles, "Somebody get that fire out, the rest of you, let's get this door open." he shouted, coughing through the smoke as he grabbed at the door join and began to pull, straining against his broken ribs and probably dealing himself much more damage as he used his high strength to pull the doors open.
He grunted as his fingers slipped, as his chest burned- the smoke and the injuries were taking their toll, Ario couldn't keep working at this intensity, his mind was becoming less and less focused, his pheremones were out of control, his mind raced, he could scent far too much; he could feel his training failing.
The crew needed him, he had to succeed, he could not fail, there was just no option- if they were under attack the bridge needed to be operational- he had to ensure that they were, with Dr. Tam unconscious he could not risk sending any of the other medical staff to the bridge- they were too vital; he had to do it.
[OOC: Strength Test TN 15
Strength +2, -3 Broken Ribs
Roll (2d6)+2 Strength-3 Ribs Total 7-1= 6
Even with the +5 bonus that's only an 11.]
Stonn looked around the bridge; it had received a significant shock.
Only his natural Vulcan strength had kept him conscious while the others were not, and he was only suffering from superficial injuries. He quickly looked around the bridge and saw that his fellow crewmates were not so fortunate.
Of course, things could be worse, he thought - and he figured that first, it was important to make sure that this was not the case.
"Bridge to Engineering. This is First Officer Stonn - report, please."
Without waiting for a response, he thumbed a control and spoke again.
"Bridge to Sickbay. This is First Officer Stonn. Medical emergency - please dispatch an emergency medical team to the bridge immediately. The captain and other members of the bridge crew have been injured."
He wanted to tend to his shipmates as quickly as possible, but he realized that he must first ascertain if any threat still existed to the Columbia - and the Gr'Toth.
Stonn leaned over his sensor hood and began scanning...
Pushkin lays on the deck, unconscious. The explosion that picked up and threw the Columbia had sent him flying over the Center Console and down the small set of stairs that is right in front of the console.
OOC: Stamina test TN 10
Stamina +1, -1
Roll (4,5)+0 Total : 9
Darkan fortunately remains unconscious, emitting a groan now and then from the irritation of his nigh severed arm. Barely aware of it, his minds swirls with thoughts recounting the recent events: the starship battle, sensor mission, and his longing for his fiance.
TN 18 Stamina - (6+5)+3=14
[OOC:] Primary NPC rolls:
Grahm Stamina test TN 10
Stamina +2, Fit +1
Roll(2d6)+3: 1,5,+3 Total:9 +3 (Courage) = 12 SUCCESS
Townshend Stamina test TN 10
Stamina +1
Roll(2d6)+1: 1,4,+1 Total:6 +3 (from Grahm) FAILED
I will post their advancement picks tonight.
Stonn sat down to his station and looked into the hood only to see darkness... no power to his console.
The Vulcan thought about the current conditions - life support seemed to be operational, though the air scrubbers were not drafting the smoke; the ship had gravity; some stations were showing console lights but no functions... it seemed illogical. The ship's emergency status display showed that the ship had inner-sealed itself with all departmental doors secured.
The worst thing that Stonn noticed was that the ships LCARS system was not replying - it would not allow him to change his displays from one system to another. The computer core seemed to be scrambled and was stuck and unresponsive... at least that was a layman's term that might be used.
Stonn turned his head to see Grahm and a couple other people rousing. The tactical officer rubbed his head and pulled himself up off the floor, steadying himself as he did with the weapon's console. He looked to the Vulcan sitting at his station while their fellow bridge crew lay about, some motionless. John didn't know what to feel looking at the second-in-command - either ready to burst out with laughter from the comical scene, or to flare into a rage for the Vulcan not helping anyone.
"What's the status?" Grahm asked his XO, as he moved across the bridge to first ascertain the captain's well-being and then more quickly to Townshend.
Suddenly there was a banging on the bridge doors - someone outside was trying to open them.
Quote from: tomcat on Dec 11, 2007, 10:23 AM
Stonn sat down to his station and looked into the hood only to see darkness... no power to his station.
The Vulcan thought about the current conditions - life support seems to be operational, though the air scrubbers are not drafting the smoke; some stations are showing console lights but no functions... it seemed illogical. The ship's emergency status display showed that the ship had inner-sealed itself with all departmental doors secured.
The worst thing that Stonn noticed was that the ships LCARS system was not replying - it would not allow him to change his displays from one system to another. The computer core seemed to be scrambled and was stuck and unresponsive... at least that was a layman's term that might be used.
Stonn turned his head to see Grahm and a couple other people rousing. The tactical officer rubbed his head and pulled himself up off the floor, steadying himself as he did with the weapon's console. He looked to the Vulcan sitting at his station while their fellow bridge crew lay about, some motionless. John didn't know what to feel looking at the second-in-command - either ready to burst out with laughter from the comical scene, or to flare into a rage for the Vulcan not helping anyone.
"What's the status?" asked Grahm to his XO, as he moved across the bridge to first ascertain the captain's well-being and then more quickly to Townshend.
Suddenly there was a banging on the bridge doors as someone outside tried to open the environmentally sealed doors.
"Mr. Grahm, I am relieved to see you ambulatory," said Stonn. "I have requested a status report from Engineering and a medical team from Sickbay, but have not received any response. All computer systems are off-line."
He noticed the look in Grahm's eye. He knew that most humans would have attended to their injured companions before doing anything else, but logically, Stonn realized that if a threat still remained, it was imperative to ascertain that before all were lost. He did not expect Grahm to understand; such was the nature of working with humans - and Stonn understood that.
Fortunately for him, he was First Officer, and as Captain Darkan had mentioned to him once, "being in command means that you don't have to explain yourself."
He did what he thought was right, a logical course of action; and followed it through. He had performed his duty.
Now, duty called for action. He moved toward Townsend first, while Grahm knelt by the captain... and then there was a sound at the turbolift doors. Certainly, if the emergency release was functional, there would be no need to knock.
Stonn strode to the doors, placed his fingers between them, and pulled.
***
Strength Roll
Roll(2d6)+10: 2,5,+10 Total:17
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OOC: By the way - I'm not trying to make Stonn a Grade-A jerk; I'm just trying to get into the character of someone emotionless... ;)
[OOC:] Not taken as a jerk at all... it was rp'ed perfectly. I am glad you fed off of Grahm's 'human' expressions re: his XO! Makes for classic Trek relations. ;D
Also Shawn, your strength bonus is only +2...
Strength Roll
Roll(2d6)+2: 2,5,+2 +5 (for assitance from others) Total:14
[OOC: Not the turbolift... unless it's not us...]
Ario closed his eyes, tried to work past the burning chest pains and the now sodden make-shift bandage even as he tried to carry out one of the many meditation rituals he had been taught, even as he pulled at the door a seocnd time, trying to wrench it open again.
He could feel his lungs filling with smoke, and knew that his weak constitution would mean he was more susceptible than most of his crew- just one of the downfalls of his Deltan heritage, and others were surfacing now too...-they needed to work fast if they were going to ensure the bridge crew's safety.
[OOC: Strength Test TN 15
Strength +2, -3 Broken Ribs
Roll (2d6) (6,1)-1= 7 total]
[OOC:] I will consider the doors opened if Stonn wants to throw in a Courage on that roll above... but I want to wait to hear from Shawn.
Quote from: tomcat on Dec 11, 2007, 02:33 PM
[OOC:] I will consider the doors opened if Stonn wants to throw in a Courage on that roll above... but I want to wait to hear from Shawn.
OOC: Go for it. Our unconscious, mangled-armed captain would probably appreciate it. ;)
With a group effort, the doors to the bridge opened an inch, a foot, and then another - enough to allow the medical team and some other accompanying crewmen inside. Stonn looked into Ario's face and saw the apparent Vulcan features, but that he was not full-blooded.
"Interesting," thought the XO.
The nurse pushed past all and made her way about the bridge. She went first to the captain, checking his still form for any potential hazards to neck or spine. Her keen eyes quickly saw the break in his arm and knew that it would be quite painful if he were to wake up. Filling her hypo, she gave Darkan a pain-killer and secured his arm to his torso with shreds of his uniform tunic; then with a crewman and Ario to assist, waved smelling salts under his nose. The amonia brought Darkan back to consciousness and caused him to cough - the affects of which made him catch his breath even through the pain-killer.
"I need to get you to sickbay captain," she said to him, making sure he understood.
"She needs help too," Grahm cried out. He held the still form of Jess who had yet responded to any of his attempts at waking her.
Ario came over to where Townshend lay, "I will take over from you, sir."
This freed Grahm up, though unwillingly, and he stood up to look at Mr. Stonn. "Well... what's first?" he asked, though he pretty much knew.
Around the bridge, the non-seriously wounded officers were being awakened by the nurse and soon Pushkin and Anderson were standing there with Grahm and Stonn.
Quote from: tomcat on Dec 11, 2007, 05:52 PM
This freed Grahm up, though unwillingly, and he stood up to look at Mr. Stonn. "Well... what's first?" he asked, though he pretty much knew.
Around the bridge, the non-seriously wounded officers were being awakened by the nurse and soon Pushkin and Anderson were standing there with Grahm and Stonn.
Stonn nodded in thanks to the medical team as they departed, then turned to Grahm.
"First, gentlemen," the Vulcan intoned, "we need to restore power to the bridge, if possible, in order to determine how severe the damage to
Columbia is. If that is not possible from here, we will need to disperse to areas where it can be restored; using personal communicators if necessary. Communication with the
Gr'Toth is also imperative. There will be Klingon scouts arriving at our location within the hour, and we do not know their disposition. Time is of the essence."
He went back to his science station, laid down under it and removed the access panel...
Ario looked up from the extremely attractive human female, " Communicators are non-functional sir, I tried contacting you twice on mine." he took a deep breath and tried to purge the burning desires rising; he couldn't keep this up for long.
"Somebody get the doors to the conference room and Captain's Ready-Room open, Nurse we can't risk getting these people to sickbay until the turbolifts are working again, the Captain certainly can't climb down the ladders, plus this way he will be close to the action should anything else happen. I'll get to work on helping the painkillers as well."
With that he looked around for somebody to help him with Townshend- with his cracked ribs he knew he couldn't lift her, not with any safety or certainty. "If we could make this a quick job, I have some wounds I'd like to get seen to at some point."
A bit groggy from the painkillers and coming out of the pain-induced unconsciousness, Darkan calls out, "Stonn, our people on the Gr'Toth... get their condition as soon as you can." The young ship's commander grimaces from both the pain and the thought of his crewmen on the Klingon vessel. They knew their duty but he was still quite concerned. "They probably deserve commendations..." he says weakly to himself.
Crewmen quickly answered the halfling's request and the conference room [OOC: on Deck 2] was made into another triage, while Darkan was taken to his ready room with the assistance of Grahm.
[OOC: from Matt's post] A bit groggy from the painkillers and coming out of the pain-induced unconsciousness, Darkan called out, "Stonn, our people on the Gr'Toth... get their condition as soon as you can." The young ship's commander grimaced from both the pain and the thought of his crewmen on the Klingon vessel. They knew their duty but he was still quite concerned. "They probably deserve commendations..." he said weakly to himself.
While they worked, more medical staff arrived with medkits and other necessary equipment, much to the relief of Ario. The captain was situated on his bed and finally the Deltan took a moment for himself to be examined. The diagnosis was grim and the doctor told Ario he needed to cease anymore strenuous activities for a while so that the ribs could properly set, otherwise he could have problems later on – such as calcium knots or even bone infection. Ario was fitted with a tight girdle that squeezed enough to keep the bones from shifting when he moved his torso.
Darkan's arm was also set. The medic fit a brace around the break and then touched a couple buttons on its blinking monitor. Immediately the captain felt the inner padding begin to expand like a balloon until it held snuggly in place and allowed no movement from his shoulder to his wrist.
"I am going to look at that again soon, captain, to make sure you do not need surgery, but that will keep you for now."
Another mild painkiller was administered and the captain was left alone, woozy and achy, but aware of what was going on around him.
On the bridge, Stonn had the panel open to his station trying to figure out why it was unresponsive – especially since it was partially lit. But still the LCARS system, which allowed all stations variable access to the computer core, was not reacting. The Vulcan immediately deduced that the core itself, the very brain of the ship, was not responding. Where were the redundant systems?
This fact held many dangerous possibilities. If the computer was not functioning, the ship would be extremely difficult to fly, environmentally unsound, and impossible to keep the crew fed. Space would be impossible to navigate without the computer's vast library of anomalies and hazards... let alone, where they were and how to get where they wanted to go.
A few crewmen were fanning the smoke out of the bridge with electronic PADD's – a very real image of Stonn's concerns.
Grahm went to an equipment locker and pulled out five communicators. He flipped two open and signaled one with the other. His voice emanated from the one in his left hand, feeding back a bit due to the proximity of the communicator in his right, in which he talked.
The tactical officer flipped them back closed and walked over to Ario, "Communicator's are working Ensign... just seems no one was able to hear your initial calls. You up for a walk down to engineering?"
Grahm dispersed the communicators to Pushkin, Anderson and Stonn – taking one for himself. The fifth he took and laid by the captain's side. He turned to the XO, "Mr. Stonn, I am going to head down to engineering. I don't think it matters what I do with my weapons console, it isn't responding.
[OOC:] I need Stonn to make a Physical Science test TN 15
I also need an Engineering: Systems test TN 15 for each station - Pushkin (Helm), Anderson (Nav), Stonn (Science), Grahm (Tac). These tests will take an hour and each will be at a -5 due to no computer access / no replicators, and a press for getting tools. If successful, the PC will have repaired their console enough to allow functionality when the computer begins to work.
Pushkin slowly gets to his feet, thanking the nurse. He rolls his shoulders and necks. That is going to leave a bruise in the morning...or whenever he gets to sleep next. He squints through the flickering lights at the other senior officers, stepping over to join them. He looks to Grahm as he accepts his communicator. "With the Commander's permission, I could lend a hand in Engineering. I have had my hands in Impulse manifold before. And without any power and sensors, the Columbia is going no where fast."
[Narrator EDIT]
OOC: Engineering: Systems test TN 15
Engineering: System +8, Specialty +2, Inadequate equipment -5
(2,3) +5 = 10 +6 (Courage) = 16 COMPLETE SUCCESS [work completed in 3/4 time or 45 minutes]
Grahm nodded at Pushkin, "Yea, come on Alex. Let's go see why Ramos doesn't have this thing back together yet."
[OOC:] Did you want to spend any courage to make sure your helm will function later, or leave it for an engineer?
ooc: Go ahead and spend courage. I forgot I can spend those. :) It's better to have it functioning now then come running back during an emergency to go, Oh right, it's still broke. :D
Quote from: seppun1 on Dec 12, 2007, 07:09 PM
Pushkin slowly gets to his feet, thanking the nurse. He rolls his shoulders and necks. That is going to leave a bruise in the morning...or whenever he gets to sleep next. He squints through the flickering lights at the other senior officers, stepping over to join them. He looks to Grahm as he accepts his communicator. "With the Commander's permission, I could lend a hand in Engineering. I have had my hands in Impulse manifold before. And without any power and sensors, the Columbia is going no where fast."
The tall Vulcan nodded. "Please report in as soon as your status changes, Mr. Grahm."
Stonn went back to work on his console. What had happened to the ship was... unusual, to say the least.
Science (Physical) Test (TN 15)
Stonn's skill (Mathematics specialty) +10
Roll(2d6)+10:1,5,+10 Total:16
Ario looked at Grahm, took a deep breath and winced- realising that not only had he just exacerbated his wounds he had also just taken another big gulp of pheremones, which in his normal state would be no problem, in fact he would not have even noticed them.
"Of course Mr Grahm, if the Commander doesn't need me up here. My experience is limited but my father did teach me a little about starship systems; I might be of use to you."
Grahm winked, "I am thinking you will be more helpful if we run into any more hurt people. Let's go."
[OOC:] Pushkin cannot go because he will be working on his station for 45 minutes.
Grahm has no talents at engineering, unfortunately, so he will have to wait on one from Ramos' team. :(
Ario looked at Grahm, "I'm a psychologist, my emergency medical skills are severely limited. The emergency teams have already been dispatched though; I doubt we will run into anybody who needs my help." he said, his tone carefully neutral- resorting to the habits he had learned from his mother and his tutors on Vulcan.
"Considering the problems we have encountered recently though, I may ask one of the Doctors to school me in medicine and administer the Starfleet Medical exams to qualify me as one also- my learning skills are prodigious..." he let that linger- he wasn't one to fall into Vulcan arrogance very often, but logic and passionless expression seemed his only falsafe against his dual-nature at the moment.
"Well you could have fooled me the way you helped the captain along with everyone else," Grahm smiled. "Well let's go see what we can find out from Ramos... unless you are not feeling up to it?"
[OOC:] If Ario does not want to go, I will change the post... this continues in the Engineering room.
With Stonn in command while he was out of commission, Darkan was left to his pain, drugged-induced haziness, and his continued dwelling upon the recent events. He would come out of his revery ever so often to hear engineers and medics commenting on the situation from various perspectives. This got him rethinking his decision about boldly going into what could be considered enemy territory by some and saving the reputation of the Federation from a devious Romulan plot. He could see in many places where hindsight showed him where he went wrong, what the better choices were, and that got him down. What would Starfleet say to this even though he was considered "off the reservation"? What would Mia, her friends, and relatives think after what he'd done only a short time ago against the Klingon raiders?
Pushkin glances to his console for a moment before looking to Grahm. "I'll be there in a few minutes. I have an idea why the helm's isn't operational." He calls. "I would rather have the console operational in case something happens." He walks around the front of the console, kneeling down, opening a panel. "I think the power conduits might be fused."
He glances over to the Commander as he works on the Science Console. "Are you finding the same, Sir?" He asks. "Perhaps the explosion caused a surge of energy to the systems?"
Quote from: seppun1 on Dec 17, 2007, 07:46 PM
Pushkin glances to his console for a moment before looking to Grahm. "I'll be there in a few minutes. I have an idea why the helm's isn't operational." He calls. "I would rather have the console operational in case something happens." He walks around the front of the console, kneeling down, opening a panel. "I think the power conduits might be fused."
He glances over to the Commander as he works on the Science Console. "Are you finding the same, Sir?" He asks. "Perhaps the explosion caused a surge of energy to the systems?"
"It is certainly possible, Mr. Pushkin," Stonn replied, his head still under his console. "The rudimentary nature of the Romulan mock-up may have subjected the
Columbia to higher-than-expected levels of radiation that could have damaged the ship in...
unconventional ways."
Pushkin gets up to get a tool kit and tricorder before returning to the open panel. He gets out a tool to check the powerlines and datalines, looking for a power source. He will even attempt to run a current through the dead links to see if they still functional.
[OOC:] Good RP'ing guys - keep it up!
I still want more character interactions here so you guys can decide what next to do.
Most repair tests that people are performing were an hour in length, modified by the DOS of their rolls; just remember that Stonn had detected ships a while back that were roughly an hour away.
I will add more story after you guys RP amongst yourselves a bit more. ;D
Have FUN!
After some time of being out of the way, Darkan began to get restless. Even though he knew that his XO would give him a report as soon as all the data was in, he couldn't wait. "Stonn, what's our status?" he queries over his communicator.
Quote from: GandalfOfBorg on Dec 19, 2007, 06:40 PM
After some time of being out of the way, Darkan began to get restless. Even though he knew that his XO would give him a report as soon as all the data was in, he couldn't wait. "Stonn, what's our status?" he queries over his communicator.
"We are still communicating via personal units, as you can see, sir. Mr. Grahm is set to take command of fire suppression - multiple fires are still burning on two decks. Mr. Pushkin and I are in the process of ascertaining what damage has been caused to bridge systems. Ship-wide, repairs are underway and some systems have been restored. However, the computer system is still locked. Chief Engineer Ramos suspects that an electromagnetic pulse from the detonation of the Romulan vessel has frozen the computers, and they may need a complete shutdown and restart cycle to regain full control."
He paused for a moment, calculating the time in his mind.
"And sir, the two B'rel-class scouts we detected before the explosion are likely to arrive within moments - if they are not here already. We cannot use sensors, and if they have attempted to hail us, we would neither have heard their message nor been able to respond."
Pushkin looks up from his open panel, wiping a hand across his forehead and smudging it with something. He pauses as he listens to the Commander. He sets down the flow regulator for a moment, looking to his tricorder. "Sir, what if we use the Sensor from a Shuttle? It won't give us much, but at least we will be able to see what is going on. It's that or stand at a porthole with a tricorder."
Quote from: seppun1 on Dec 20, 2007, 07:27 PM
Pushkin looks up from his open panel, wiping a hand across his forehead and smudging it with something. He pauses as he listens to the Commander. He sets down the flow regulator for a moment, looking to his tricorder. "Sir, what if we use the Sensor from a Shuttle? It won't give us much, but at least we will be able to see what is going on. It's that or stand at a porthole with a tricorder."
"Indeed," he replied. Stonn did not know if shuttlecraft systems had been affected, and he doubted that anyone had bothered to check yet, either, but the idea was sound.
"Mr. Pushkin, please contact the shuttle bay and find out if your plan is feasible."
Pushkin flipped open his communicator and called out for any crewmen that might be near or in the shuttle hanger. It took a moment or two but then one of Ramos' engineering staff answered.
"Yes, sir," the voice said. "We are here in the hangar; Chief Ramos has us doing rounds of all sections to determine ship integrity."
Aleks listened to the men report, and then made his inquiry. The crewman affirmed, "Sir, the shuttle integrity looks sound. We could definitely launch a shuttle but we would have to use the manual door releases, instead of system controlled. That will vaccuum the bay and it will stay that way until the Columbia is back to being automated, sir." He also confirmed, "Mr. Pushkin, I see the whole wing of shuttles in their housings... doesn't look like any of them were damaged by the drop from warp - they are all still shackled to the deck."
Bottom line, a shuttle could be launched though it would not be able to return until the Federation starship could re-seal the bay. "Well," thought Pushkin, "There'd be no way to leave the shuttle once it landed... not until there was air to breathe."
Pushkin considers for a moment before looking to the Commander. He's the senior officer here. "Well, let's try the sensors inside the Columbia to see what information we get back." He suggests. "But after that, if still want to launch, Sir. I'll volunteer to take the shuttle out. We might be able to dock her along one of the external ports."
Quote from: seppun1 on Dec 21, 2007, 06:11 PM
Pushkin considers for a moment before looking to the Commander. He's the senior officer here. "Well, let's try the sensors inside the Columbia to see what information we get back." He suggests. "But after that, if still want to launch, Sir. I'll volunteer to take the shuttle out. We might be able to dock her along one of the external ports."
"I will take that under advisement. It is also possible to wear an environmental suit to and from the shuttle. A tether or gravity boots would ensure a safe voyage between the shuttle and the airlock, since they can be manually decompressed. Good thinking, Mr. Pushkin."
Pushkin nods his head to the Vulcan. "Thank you, Sir." He kneels down for a moment, cheeking on the feeds to the helm console. "Alright, let's see if this does it..." He mumbles slightly as grabbing the flow regulator and using it to channel some power back into the console. He glances towards the Commander. "Where would you like to start first, Sir?"
"Understood, Darkan out." This sitting and doing nothing was fast getting old to the young captain.
Quote from: seppun1 on Dec 22, 2007, 10:54 PM
Pushkin nods his head to the Vulcan. "Thank you, Sir." He kneels down for a moment, cheeking on the feeds to the helm console. "Alright, let's see if this does it..." He mumbles slightly as grabbing the flow regulator and using it to channel some power back into the console. He glances towards the Commander. "Where would you like to start first, Sir?"
"Actually, Mr. Pushkin, your suggestion regarding our current...
visibility problem brings our greatest concern to the fore. If you feel capable, I think that your efforts would best be focused on finding a way to determine what is going on around us. I would consider taking a shuttlecraft myself, but with the captain incapacitated, I am needed here on the bridge."
Pushkin looks to Stonn before nods his head, putting his tools away, his work finished on the console, anyway. "Yes, Sir. I'll get suited up and head out immediately." He reaches for communicator, making sure it was working before moving to leave the bridge. "If I can't get you with the shuttle's comm system, I'll try with the communicator." He explains before disappearing.
Quote from: seppun1 on Dec 27, 2007, 05:14 PM
Pushkin looks to Stonn before nods his head, putting his tools away, his work finished on the console, anyway. "Yes, Sir. I'll get suited up and head out immediately." He reaches for communicator, making sure it was working before moving to leave the bridge. "If I can't get you with the shuttle's comm system, I'll try with the communicator." He explains before disappearing.
"Take care, Mr. Pushkin," Stonn said.
Pushkin's plan carried risk with it, of course, but the helmsman had proven himself capable; Stonn was confident that he would succeed.