02-25-2025, 11:51 PM
==Has it really been a month? Damn... Sorry guys!==
If his report made Captain Crawford nervous, she hid it remarkably well. "I've found that desperation doesn’t really lead to rational decision," she said, before addressing the helm. A call from the chief of security painted a picture from inside the freighter that, while not grim, was about as crazy as most combat missions usually were. Jaein shook his head, remembering far too many boarding missions against smugglers when he worked system patrol before the Mars incident had brought him into Starfleet proper.
He continued monitoring the energy output, noting the levels continuing their slow build as the minutes ticked by. His vigil was interrupted, however, when the science officer spoke up. “Captain, getting strange dimensional readings from the qoH," she was saying. "Half a dozen containers shielded against sensors in the cargo bay and something running the length of the vessel about 2 decks high and 4 meters across."
She spoke for a moment more, before he noticed the scans pop up on his own console. “Commander Jaein, have sent you the current sensor readings from the qoH. If you have any insights?”
He looked at it, seeing the empty space between the outer hull and the main habitable area of the ship. "Definitely a smuggling compartment," he said to her and the room at large, reflecting again on that career a lifetime ago. "I don't know what they're carrying, but that's an awful big space if all they wanted to move was something like drugs or alcohol."
Unfortunately, he didn't get any more of a chance to respond. He saw the core suddenly power down. "They got it!" he called out, just as the sensors began to show that this wasn't necessarily the unalloyed good thing he wanted. "What--"
That was all he got out. A series of conduits on the side of the freighter overloaded and blew, expelling a significant fraction of the core's power directly at them in a fairly focused jet. Prophets protect us, he thought quickly as he clung to his console desperately. Klaxons drummed into his head through his ear, and he tasted a bit of blood in his mouth - he had bit his cheek in the tumble.
"Steady helm!" called out the first officer. "Damage reports!"
Fortunately for Jaein, he kept the damage report screen easily accessible at all times while on the bridge, much less while they were in action. He pulled it up and consulted it to relay the information to the command team.
==Tag Devereaux==
==Oh GM, please forgive my inattentiveness; what damage have we sustained?==
If his report made Captain Crawford nervous, she hid it remarkably well. "I've found that desperation doesn’t really lead to rational decision," she said, before addressing the helm. A call from the chief of security painted a picture from inside the freighter that, while not grim, was about as crazy as most combat missions usually were. Jaein shook his head, remembering far too many boarding missions against smugglers when he worked system patrol before the Mars incident had brought him into Starfleet proper.
He continued monitoring the energy output, noting the levels continuing their slow build as the minutes ticked by. His vigil was interrupted, however, when the science officer spoke up. “Captain, getting strange dimensional readings from the qoH," she was saying. "Half a dozen containers shielded against sensors in the cargo bay and something running the length of the vessel about 2 decks high and 4 meters across."
She spoke for a moment more, before he noticed the scans pop up on his own console. “Commander Jaein, have sent you the current sensor readings from the qoH. If you have any insights?”
He looked at it, seeing the empty space between the outer hull and the main habitable area of the ship. "Definitely a smuggling compartment," he said to her and the room at large, reflecting again on that career a lifetime ago. "I don't know what they're carrying, but that's an awful big space if all they wanted to move was something like drugs or alcohol."
Unfortunately, he didn't get any more of a chance to respond. He saw the core suddenly power down. "They got it!" he called out, just as the sensors began to show that this wasn't necessarily the unalloyed good thing he wanted. "What--"
That was all he got out. A series of conduits on the side of the freighter overloaded and blew, expelling a significant fraction of the core's power directly at them in a fairly focused jet. Prophets protect us, he thought quickly as he clung to his console desperately. Klaxons drummed into his head through his ear, and he tasted a bit of blood in his mouth - he had bit his cheek in the tumble.
"Steady helm!" called out the first officer. "Damage reports!"
Fortunately for Jaein, he kept the damage report screen easily accessible at all times while on the bridge, much less while they were in action. He pulled it up and consulted it to relay the information to the command team.
==Tag Devereaux==
==Oh GM, please forgive my inattentiveness; what damage have we sustained?==