03-01-2025, 01:22 AM
The chatter on the bridge had softened to a low murmur as the crew diligently worked at their assignments. Hally had always anticipated that these moments of waiting, not knowing, and expecting the unexpected would be anxiety laden, in fact she had been taught as much during her command class elective on mental wellness and emotional toll. What she didn't expect was just how sharply it would manifest.
It's the not knowing that is the worst part. When you are aware of a situation you can act, prepare and respond. Starfleet prepares its Command and Bridge Officers to be proactive; to anticipate moves ahead. When that is removed, well, Ambassador Spock said it best, “Insufficient facts always invite danger."
The Trill/Bajoran hybrids attention moved from the Viewscreen to her console and back several times. She could only check her readings so many times before the routine hung precariously on becoming mundane, something she couldn't allow to happen. She thought for a moment about sending a message to Lt. Grant's console gently reminding him that she could read and speak Klingon fluently, if there was a need, but then decided against it. She was the helmsman. Her job was to fly the ship, to keep it safe....not to...
Wait, what's that? Power flucua...
"Captain, I'm seeing..." she had just begun to announce as the qoH's conduits ruptured into a brilliant blast of jagged light.
The wave of superheated plasma bathed the Artemis instantly, wrapping violent tendrils of angered energy around glowing shields, pushing and pulling it like a childs toy. The ferocity of the impact tossed Hallowette from her seat, and she landed hard on the deck to her side. Luckily the emergency drills she had run so many times at the Academy took over and the small lanky curly headed Midshipman was back in her seat before the action even registered in her mind.
"Steady helm!" called out the Denobulan FO "Damage reports!"
Slender pale fingers danced around the console in an effort to right the ship, Artemis' computers suggesting corrections which the young Officer accepted and denied instinctually. Again, her training took over, though the sudden roughness of the explosion was distinctly more jarring than any simulation.
"Yes..Sir..." Maxas-Darl said as she worked.
=GM Input: Hally works to steady the ship as ordered. Is she successful? Any injuries sustained from her (very Trekish) tumble from her seat?==
It's the not knowing that is the worst part. When you are aware of a situation you can act, prepare and respond. Starfleet prepares its Command and Bridge Officers to be proactive; to anticipate moves ahead. When that is removed, well, Ambassador Spock said it best, “Insufficient facts always invite danger."
The Trill/Bajoran hybrids attention moved from the Viewscreen to her console and back several times. She could only check her readings so many times before the routine hung precariously on becoming mundane, something she couldn't allow to happen. She thought for a moment about sending a message to Lt. Grant's console gently reminding him that she could read and speak Klingon fluently, if there was a need, but then decided against it. She was the helmsman. Her job was to fly the ship, to keep it safe....not to...
Wait, what's that? Power flucua...
"Captain, I'm seeing..." she had just begun to announce as the qoH's conduits ruptured into a brilliant blast of jagged light.
The wave of superheated plasma bathed the Artemis instantly, wrapping violent tendrils of angered energy around glowing shields, pushing and pulling it like a childs toy. The ferocity of the impact tossed Hallowette from her seat, and she landed hard on the deck to her side. Luckily the emergency drills she had run so many times at the Academy took over and the small lanky curly headed Midshipman was back in her seat before the action even registered in her mind.
"Steady helm!" called out the Denobulan FO "Damage reports!"
Slender pale fingers danced around the console in an effort to right the ship, Artemis' computers suggesting corrections which the young Officer accepted and denied instinctually. Again, her training took over, though the sudden roughness of the explosion was distinctly more jarring than any simulation.
"Yes..Sir..." Maxas-Darl said as she worked.
=GM Input: Hally works to steady the ship as ordered. Is she successful? Any injuries sustained from her (very Trekish) tumble from her seat?==