AT/D02 - Bridge
Posted Star Date 22102.05 @ 17:09 (05:09 PM)
Building a colony was important, in fact, it was vital to what the Artemis and the Pathfinder Expedition were tasked with in the Delta Quadrant, but it was also boring. Endless status reports, requisition requests, and so on; most of those went to the Jupiter, fortunately, but as Task Force Commander a lot of the more expensive requests had to be signed off by Tyra. That meant the older woman spent a lot more time in her Ready Room or in meetings, allowing Jenny to spend more time in the centre chair - something she'd have jumped at if only the Artemis were actually moving.
If I never see New Talax again, it'll be too soon; we've spent too damn long chained to this system, it's time to stretch our legs a bit.
Professionalism meant that Jenny never outwardly expressed her frustration except in private with a few close confidantes, but she'd noticed several other members of the crew were starting to feel the strain of being endlessly shackled to the Talaxian colony, and had already made mental notes to ensure they'd never be assigned to a Starbase or other static posting; they were starting to crack despite being in the middle of a mostly-unexplored, tie them down to an outpost in the middle of known space and they'd probably implode from the sheer boredom of things.
I could always hit the Battlestations command right now and liven things up a little...if I wanted to spend the rest of my life assigned to cargo haulers...
Shifting uncomfortably in her chair, Jenny went back to the report she had been reviewing; personnel efficiency was within acceptable levels but was falling ship-wide, and certain members of the crew were being rather vocal about how unfair it was that the other non-support ships of the Expedition had already departed while the Artemis stayed in one place. It was, unfortunately, the price of being the unofficial flagship. And it sucked.
Hopefully the ship would be released from its supervisory duties and there would be an opportunity for some excitement before too long...
Posted Star Date 22102.09 @ 23:02 (11:02 PM)
==Recall timeline w/Jenny==
Benjamin walked onto the bridge, padd in his hand, and itching to get back out there. He’d spent far, far too long helping the Talaxians get their colony up and going, and almost felt like he was trying to grow roots. Other than the Academy, he thought, this has to be the longest I’ve spent in one place since I left home nearly… wow, nearly twelve years ago.
Had it been that long? He tried to think back and realized it had been. He’d left when David went to college, and had almost immediately gotten a post on a cargo ship. While he’d been on basically the same run for several years, that still meant a few days on Allanis with his – with Iris, and then a week or more of travel before a few more days planetside. Being stuck here at New Talax for months had begun to feel almost as torturous as being in sickbay.
He really hoped it was coming to an end soon.
A quick survey of the bridge showed it to be very quiet, with minimal staff at the moment, and on Commander Braggins sitting in the center chair. If she had been a filament, she would have been glowing red-hot with seething tension. She was reviewing a report of some kind, it looked like, though he was willing to bet she’d much rather be doing pretty much anything else.
He sighed and walked up to the chair, padd half-offered to her. “Final readiness reports from the ship’s systems. With the Scott’s help, we’ve got everything taken care of on board – excepting the Benamite supply, of course – and are right as rain.” He had to stop for a moment, trying to shake the sense of déjà vu he just had, feeling like he’d given the same report before, but kept going. “Technically speaking, we’re as ready to go as we’re going to be.”
He looked half over his left shoulder at the viewscreen, showing New Talax orbiting below, and sighed. Lowering his voice so it didn’t carry all across the bridge – nigh impossible with the acoustics in there and the general hush – he added “Any word on when we get to be free of this leola root flavored nightmare?”
Posted Star Date 22102.13 @ 22:11 (10:11 PM)
Ed entered the Bridge. He was surprised to see that Lieutenant Elias had pulled Bridge duty. Jenny was already there, that was less surprising. He walked round the Bridge to the Science console and settled into the chair. He was glad that Midshipman Alken had chosen to remain on the Artemis. It would be a learning experience for both of them. He’d need to get the Midshipman some time on the Bridge when the opportunity arose. He’d tried to impart some of his methods when he had been part of whatever the Reciprocity had been.
The systems were in good form, so there wasn’t wear and tear yet, and the probes had been cleaned and repatriated into the system after the survey of the asteroid field. Things had been quiet in the department, so a little movement would be welcome. Second contact could be interesting, but there wasn’t much to add. It’d be good to find somewhere to go. The question was did they follow after Voyager or head deeper into the Delta Quadrant? Voyager was the priority and it was good that they’d encountered someone who had seen which direction they’d headed.
“Science is green, Commander.”
Posted Star Date 22102.16 @ 02:36 (02:36 AM)
A direct message came through for Commander Braggins from the Chief of Security's console:
[Coleman to Braggins, Security is ready to Charlie Mike.]
Posted Star Date 22102.16 @ 03:40 (03:40 AM)
The buzz of the bridge was just enough that it might have masked the sound of the ready room's doors swishing open but it was unlikely that Tyra's arrival on the bridge, coffee thermos in hand, would be entirely missed regardless of how busy people were.
Despite a rather permanent feeling of fatigue from all of the administrative headaches of overseeing a taskforce and the building of a new colony, Tyra found herself to be in a reasonably decent mood. After all, they had finally reached a point where they could leave this current stage behind and with that, at least half of Tyra's current stress level.
Tyra offered a smile a smile to both Gregg and Elias before making her way to her seat and sitting down. She didn't even need to give Jenny much more of a glance to see that the toils of their most recent task had taken its toll but fortunately, they could move onward from paying guardians to the Talaxians.
"I've got good news for you..." she said quietly to Jenny before sitting up straight.
"I need a readiness report for each department. If you haven't already, revert staffing levels back to normal as our operation on the colony is coming to am end," she stated, clearly directing the orders to each departments current representative. She forwarded a similar request to each department not expected to be present on the bridge.
"Commander, if you can confirm that all taskforce personnel have returned to their respective assignments from the colony, we can get this show on the road. If anyone's still down there... well, I hope they really like leola root."
As she gave those orders, she sent out a readiness signal to each of the remaining taskforce vessel. She'd warned each of her COs the day before to be ready to move imminently -- as soon as she had the green light specifically--and she expected that they had heeded her suggestion.
Posted Star Date 22102.16 @ 15:27 (03:27 PM)
Jenny nodded mutely as Elias held out the PADD, putting hers down on the armrest of the chair and giving the Engineer's report a quick once-over; everything checked out, the Scott and Jupiter had replenished the Artemis' supplies and spare parts, and had even gotten around to smartening up the Artemis' paintwork that had been smudged and scratched during the Megasphere battle that had been deemed of such low priority that the shipyard crews hadn't even touched it.
"If only we could somehow recrystalise Benamite, that would solve so many problems..."
Handing the PADD back to Elias with her signature on his to confirm it had been received and processed, Jenny nodded to Ed as he entered and rose from the chair to vacate it for the arriving Tyra. Sliding into her own seat and giving it a moment to automatically adjust to her posture, Jenny wriggled slightly to get comfortable as her sister-in-law took her own seat with apparent "good news" for her.
She's not pregnant again, she'd already be lamenting the lack of caffeine. We must have either got orders, or she's decided we're moving out on our own.
Even without immediate confirmation, the prospect of having something useful to do erased whatever vestiges of apathy and lethargy the woman had and shifted her brain into "get stuff done" mode; there were dozens of checks to be carried out before leaving orbit, from ensuring all crew were aboard to cataloguing the miscellaneous supplies that were vital to the day-to-day life of the crew but were not considered vital enough to appear on the standard Replicator menu.
[Coleman to Braggins, Security is ready to Charlie Mike.]
Jenny glanced at Tyra, head cocked and hands upward in a shrug that silently conveyed a "what the hell does that mean?" to the more experienced Security Officer. Rather than respond, Tyra could do that, Jenny went to the task she'd been assigned - chasing down the last errant members of the crew. Everyone who was coming aboard seemed to be aboard, and anyone who had transferred off had done so in the days or weeks leading up to this moment. Two new Midshipmen would be a nice addition to the crew, coming from the Jupiter and Scott, they'd be subjected to a much more varied range of activities and duties than their previous vessels - and they'd actually get out to see the stars, for once.
Officers sent to ships like that are often on their way out or earmarked for specialist duties, to be assigned to one as a Middy must either be a sign you're on one of those specialist tracks, or your Academy scores sucked...
If she remembered correctly, neither Cadet had been given any serious reprimands or below-average performance reviews, so she assumed it was the former. Having confirmed that the Artemis crew were in fact all aboard and that none of the auxiliary craft from Shuttles to Workbees were absent, Jenny forwarded the confirmation across to Tyra's terminal.
"Looks like we're good to go. Are we going anywhere specific, or just having a wander round the neighbourhood to stretch our legs and fly the flag?"
Posted Star Date 22102.17 @ 21:45 (09:45 PM)
“If only we could somehow recrystallize Benamite, that would solve so many problems…” Jenny said by way of reply. He could understand the sentiment; it would be a lot easier to cover more ground if they could do it at slipstream rather than regular warp velocities. Unfortunately, it didn’t answer his question.
When she signed the padd and handed it back to him, though, he assumed he wouldn’t get an answer. When Tyra came out of the ready room, though, he knew he wouldn’t. He quickly went over to the engineering station as the two command officers shuffled around on the command stage and took his own seat.
“I need a readiness report for each department,” the captain said across the bridge to those of them up there – he and Gregg being the only two department heads there, most would have to relay this to their superiors. “If you haven’t already, revert staffing levels back to normal as our operation on the colony is coming to an end.”
Thank God, he thought a little uncharitably, but the relief that buoyed him from that statement was undeniable. He turned in his chair to face the center before giving his assent. “We’re clear in engineering,” he told her. “Be good for Artemis to stretch her legs, so to speak.”
Turning back to the console, he went over the console and got it set for standard engineering overviews; he had all of his people back on board and they’d been on standard shifts for a few days now, getting past the crazy hours they had all put in recently. Alpha shift was on, though he did show a few stragglers from Gamma and a few overachievers from Beta as being up and working on some things.
His last checks completed – he’d done them before he brought up his report – Benjamin was left there, waiting to see where they were headed. Wherever it is, he thought, they better have some better tasting food…
Posted Star Date 22102.20 @ 19:48 (07:48 PM)
Asil woke to the sound of his PADD indicating the time. 0500 already?? Only three of four hours had passed since he and Nathan had shared a bottle of Saragossa. Despite the slight headache and lack of sleep, Asil always found it difficult to rest before a ship’s movement. This rarely adversely effected his performance as he ran off this excitement for the first day. The days to follow were more of a time of adjustment of his schedule to align with the needs of the mission.
With the ship making final preparations to depart New Talax, Asil made his way from quarters to mess hall for a quick breakfast and coffee. The large room was a buzz with activity, sharply uniformed officers and enlisted crew, milled around the replicators, speculated on their mission, or prepared system readiness reports for the department heads. Even though reports are routinely shared with the bridge prior to movement, as a new helmsman, he’d be expected to have a general ship status prior to taking his station. This gave new arrivals a chance to familiarize themselves with the ship and meet more of the crew in an official capacity. With nearly forty minutes before he was expected, he hustled to engineering to complete the propulsion status section of his conn report, followed by astrogation to see if there are any hazards in the projected flight path. Completing the report with only ten minutes to spare he was now in an all out sprint to get up to the bridge. I can’t be late on my first day!!
Each turbo lift seemed to be packed and not going anywhere near the bridge, mentally Asil was a little panicked, outwardly he maintained a calm demeanor. It seemed that every deck the lift stopped at dropped one off and took on two. doesn’t anyone take the stairs on this ship? Asil thought ironically.
An internal sigh of relief washed over him as the turbo lift finally stopped at the bridge and the door opened. He stepped out an noticed the bridge while not as populated, was still quite active, reports from all over the ship were coming in and acknowledged. Asil made his way over to the helm station and checked in with the officer in the chair and after completing his turnover he turned to the center seat approaching the Captain and XO.
In his most official sounding voice, “Midshipman Asil reporting, engineering systems are prepared for ships movement, Astrogation reports no significant hazards in our projected flight path. The ship is ready to execute a course on a hyperbolic trajectory away from New Talax.”
Posted Star Date 22102.21 @ 00:46 (12:46 AM)
When Mathew arrived on the bridge he noted everyone was in place.
Wonder where we're headed...
He shrugged his shoulders and made his way to his station. He still wasn't used to sitting in front, but was becoming better at not caring. The positive with being in front if he made a face, no one would see. He had learned to keep his face neutral when working with Buck, but not having to be in that line of work caused him to be out of practice.
Getting settled at tactical and immediately jumped into checking on diagnostics for the ship. Next, he sent a message to Lieutenant Mayfield, another pilot, to report to the bridge. He wasn't going to get caught with a helm officer becoming unstable again.
Looking over to the midshipman, Mathew gave a grin. "Don't scratch the paint. The last pilot who did.. well..." He threw a wink and then got back to running diagnostics.
"Where we headed Captain," Mathew muttered.
Posted Star Date 22102.24 @ 17:15 (05:15 PM)
Posted Star Date 22102.26 @ 03:33 (03:33 AM)
Posted Star Date 22102.26 @ 12:29 (12:29 PM)
Thank you for the thorough report, Midshipman. Please re-take your station and prepare to begin moving us out of orbit."
Asil sat at his station and instinctively began by familiarizing himself with the console configuration. A piece of cake once you get your bearings, he smiled and thought way back to the first time he was at the helm. Asil had taken to piloting the Seshat like a duck to water. In just a few weeks he could anticipate the response of the ship to commands input into the well worn consoles. Unlike Starfleet ships, the Seshat was not pristinely maintained and upgraded, in fact many of her bridge consoles were cannibalized from vessels older than herself. The inputs were a bit more worn than a typical starship, still she handled well. These consoles were sleek, and very responsive and required the lightest touch to activate.
“Midshipman,”. Asil turned his head toward the center seat. “Select a rally point outside of New Talax's orbit and transmit it to the rest of the task force.”
As the Tyra spoke, Asil returned his attention to the navigating, his hands moved across the console keys slowly at first, he acknowledged the order with a smart “Aye.” Although the stars were different to him but he recognized some of the systems set in the computer. His muscle memory took over as he plotted the course and speed to a set of pre-programmed coordinates. The ship began to bank to port away from New Talax. An indication on his console illuminated indicating they were now at a safe distance from the gravity well to engage warp engines. As he finished, the navigation console chirped and indicated that warp calculations were complete.
“Rendezvous coordinates transmitted, the fleet is responding Captain, ready to engage at warp 6”
Posted Star Date 22103.01 @ 14:37 (02:37 PM)
When the new Tactical Officer entered the Bridge, Jenny couldn't help but sniff - he smelled almost overpoweringly of shower gel and shampoo, as though he'd showered immediately before rushing to the Bridge to report for duty. Though she'd read the young man's personnel record, she'd not encountered him yet, and only really had Captain Khumalo's evaluations to go on - not that she'd trust the reactionary old bastard's opinion if it was vital to her own survival. She shared some of his questions, though; what was an Argelian doing in a violent profession such as the Tactical department? They weren't all that common in Star Fleet to begin with, but those that were often found themselves in the sciences - usually driven by a love of research and other pursuits that appealed to the Argelian's hedonistic way of life.
Obviously this Asil was different.
Still, at least he was eager; immediately taking his station and plotting a course away from New Talax before jumping to the task he had been set by Tyra. Jenny couldn't help but feel a spark of envy as the young man guided the ship out of orbit and laid in the course to the rendezvous coordinates with the remaining ships in the Task Force, but she'd known when she accepted the First Officer position back on the Gettysburg that her time at the helm was going to be limited at best. Such was the price of continuing progression up the seniority tree.
"Those are the suggestions from HQ based on the data we've sent them and the information the Talaxians have provided. Some of them are absolutely ridiculous but a few of them might have merit in checking out. We have enough vessels that we can split up, if we so choose, and it likely would benefit us to make our presence more widely known."
Jenny glanced down at the document and raised an eyebrow; some of the suggestions were, as Tyra said, fairly ridiculous. Others seemed pretty interesting; either new races to meet or planets rich in minerals to explore.
"Splitting up would definitely allow us to fly the flag more effectively, but with the Kazon and God knows who else out here, we should probably have ships within mutual-support range to begin with if possible. On the other hand, it might be an idea to keep the Phlox, Scott and Jupiter near New Talax since it's a centralised location that they can respond from if needed. Having them out there with us would allow us to cover ground faster, but they'd be sitting ducks if the Kazon decided they were worth raiding."
Posted Star Date 22103.04 @ 03:08 (03:08 AM)
Posted Star Date 22103.04 @ 16:44 (04:44 PM)
Posted Star Date 22103.07 @ 15:16 (03:16 PM)
Remember kids, science can be boring.
There would be fun stuff, occasionally. That of course depended on what the individual considered fun. Tricking a pair of Kazon was fun, but less of a stretch than Ed had expected. He was rather concerned about Alken’s leg. Limping that badly would be a hindrance if things got exciting. He couldn’t do anything about it until Alken’s shift was over, but he’d consider sending the young officer to Sickbay soon as. You didn’t thole an injury like that. The leg had been braced properly. Also somebody should have given him a hypo for the pain.
The young officer at least seemed to know how to repurpose a vacant console. Ed mirrored Alken’s efforts to a small window in his screen. He appeared to be cycling through the information being relayed from the sensors and picking up on stuff that Ed would have left for someone else in the department to look at. It was good to have a botanist to pad out the range of experience in the department. He dabbled more in physics and liked to get creative with the probes.
Ed’s thoughts went back to the brace. There were a myriad of ways to get such an injury, but it was good that the young officer appeared to be socialising with the crew in his off time. His own efforts were meagre. The only time he’d had anything that approached a conversation with the Captain was just before he joined the Gettysburg. He recalled that certain individuals had been garnered with the nickname of Shadow or Ghost. Of course being noticed didn’t bode well as he’d managed to nearly get the Getty blown up by being unfortunately honest with a Klingon General.
Ed wondered if he’d be able to overcome his quirks and flaws. The expedition fleet was spreading out to better cover the area. A lot of what was out there was unknown. There’d be enough to occupy himself and Alken once the Artemis got to the next destination. There was a wish list of things to do from Star Fleet, so it was the Captains prerogative pick out what was next. Almost anything that didn’t involve Leola Root would be fine.
Posted Star Date 22103.08 @ 14:07 (02:07 PM)
==One week later==
A week out from New Talax at a rather sedate Warp 6 to allow for cursory sensor sweeps of nearby systems as they passed, the Artemis and her crew were doing well. The replacements were learning their duties, those newly-promoted were settling into their new roles, and those in charge would have an overall feeling of contentment with the way the crew were performing and the way the ship was being handled. The last communication with the rest of the Task Force indicated that the Luna was tracking down a possible lead to the slipstream disruption that had thrown them at New Talax, while another vessel was investigating the ruins of a long-dead civilisation that predated anything Voyager had come across.
The Artemis was on course to reach its destination, a world believed to have fought off the Borg using nothing but their genetic engineering skills, within the next few days. Voyager had encountered a similar situation during her journey; Janeway's logs had been scathing, indicating the colonists had used their children as sacrificial lambs to deliver bioweapons to The Collective. This colony, on the other hand, appeared to have found a way to introduce viruses without requiring assimilation - which made them a priority contact when it came to hunting down the Borg Contingency.
As the ship passed the outer edges of an uninhabited and unremarkable system, the sensors picked up a brief distortion ahead of the ship that was gone before it had really registered. At first, the sensors' own troubleshooting subroutines wrote it off as a glitch, but then it reappeared inside the Artemis' warp bubble and the ship suddenly heaved. Emergency systems kicked in, sealing off the hull breach and unceremoniously dumping the Artemis out of warp with a lot of shaking as the ship began to drift.
Damage and casualty reports began to flood in from the affected area of the ship; bumps and bruises mostly, and radiation spikes along the leading edge of the secondary hull. More serious were the damage to the subspace transmitter, which was offline, and the Deflector Dish, which was no longer registering on the engineering systems.
Posted Star Date 22103.09 @ 02:21 (02:21 AM)
Posted Star Date 22103.09 @ 03:15 (03:15 AM)
Within a couple of moments of Tyra issuing her orders, the overhead came to life. [Elias to Bridge. We have a hull breach and radiation spikes, and I have no contact with the deflector. Still assessing the situation, will update as we know more. Recommend all stop for the moment until we can figure out if we even have a deflector dish.]
==Please don't shoot the messenger!==
Posted Star Date 22103.09 @ 13:43 (01:43 PM)
For a week Asil spent his shifts at helm, guiding the course of the ship from system to system. Everyone seemed to settle into their routine as they surveyed and catalogued star systems. On the morning of the sixth day they altered course.
Hands moved with purpose across the console making minor adjustments toward the Brunalli planetary system. The mission dossier was required reading prior to taking stations Asil was fascinated that the Brunalli had fought several Borg incursions into their space. Armed with their extensive knowledge of genetic manipulation, they successfully repelled the Borg with tools meant to grow food on their relatively barren world. On his off time, Asil spent looking over their data, trying to make sense of some of it, but advanced biology was not his strong suit. He looked forward to seeing what new tricks they’d be willing to share in trade
His eyes scanned the monitors displayed sensor data collected from the forward and lateral sensors. Correlated and fed to the bridge in a continuous stream of data regarding stars and basic planet compositions. The bridge crew were settling into the shift when the ship rocked violently. Asil was nearly forward over the helm as the inertial dampeners reacted to the sudden deceleration.
The ship lurched and rocked again as the frames of the ship seemed to whine as the warp field collapsed and the ship shuddered to a halt. Asil fortified his guts as the bridge lights went red as the Captain called for a status. He disengaged the warp engines and attempted to secure his station get to gather data on their situation. The console flickered a few times and went dark as aftershocks reverberating through the ship.
“Warp engines are offline, impulse engine and thrusters are not responding”Asil sounded off as he tried restoring power to the helm.
Emergency power restored the console display, the readout was slow to display any relevant data. “Sensors are having trouble making heads or tails of what we hit”
==GM INPUT: Request clarification on what sensors recorded prior to the “collision”? Also are we adrift or being held in place?
Posted Star Date 22103.09 @ 19:06 (07:06 PM)
The turbolift moved through the ship with a gentle and almost soothing hum, just loud enough to be noticeable as Jenny looked at the PADD she had been working on - the new shift supervisors appeared to be working out nicely, and the replacement crew for the most part had taken to their new home and new duties with gusto. It was a far cry from the Star Fleet she'd known when she was in their position, where you had to survive six months before anyone bothered to learn your name; but that was a good thing. The Borg were a resurgent threat, but aside from Cardassian sabre-rattling, the Alpha and Beta Quadrants appeared to be at peace.
The Artemis, sadly, was not destined to share that peace as the doors opened right as the ship jerked violently like a scalded hand, pitching her out of the turbolift, clipping her shoulder on the bulkhead as she went down. The shaking lasted for only a moment, and Jenny staggered over to the Helm console massaging her bruised shoulder with a mumbled 'what did you do?' in Asil's direction even as a beverage-soaked Tyra was calling orders from her chair.
[Elias to Bridge. We have a hull breach and radiation spikes, and I have no contact with the deflector. Still assessing the situation, will update as we know more. Recommend all stop for the moment until we can figure out if we even have a deflector dish.]
Elias' report was worrisome, a radiation leak was bad enough but losing the deflector was catastrophic. The secondary deflector wasn't rated for high speed or long durations, and the delicate systems weren't the easiest to repair.
Posted Star Date 22103.09 @ 23:46 (11:46 PM)
What the actual ****!?
Ed got knocked about a bit, but was glad that the Science Console was safely secured in the corner. Bumped and most definitely bruised he wondered how he got into these situations. This was about the third time he’d been on a ship that had ‘crashed’. It was also the second time that he’d been on a ship immobilised by something appearing inside the warp bubble. That one probably didn’t count, yet. The reports that came in were far from encouraging. He’d done the anti-radiation meds routine and wasn’t looking forward to a repeat.
There was a moment of dread when he realised that Tyra had been holding her coffee when the Artemis hit whatever it was. Somebody was going to suffer badly. It helped that she was prompt in issuing orders. Dwelling too long on what had just happened was a distraction the crew didn’t need. Ed set the sensors to scanning the surrounding area to see where they’d ‘stopped’. Something had to have caused the disturbance. Natural or otherwise it had certainly done damage. He fervently wished that this wasn’t the shape of things to come. He’d been there too often in his experience.
== GM input request, what do the sensors show of the surrounding area? ==
Edited by Cdr Edward Gregg, Star Date 22103.09 @ 23:48 (11:48 PM).
Posted Star Date 22103.11 @ 10:35 (10:35 AM)
Posted Star Date 22103.11 @ 14:54 (02:54 PM)
The Artemis was adrift, engines offline due to the emergency breakers tripping and preventing them suffering any damage during the emergency deceleration. They would have to be reactivated by Engineering following a diagnostic to ensure they were still safe to engage.
The sensors didn't get a clear look at the object before it seemed to phase out of and then back into existence, but they detected trace amounts of an unknown metallic compound and a faint power signature.
Long-range sensors were blinded by a sudden burst of neutron radiation that seemed to be blocking the long-range arrays. Short range sensors were still clear, however, and showed an uninhabited system of no more than five planets surrounding a dying star. None of the planets had anything worth investigating, but they could use the data collected from the system to correlate their position when compared to the star charts provided by the Talaxians.
Neutron Radiation was permeating the forward areas of Decks 15 and 16, around the deflector dish and its control room. Internal forcefields were in place and preventing it from spreading further into the ship.
An additional anomaly, not unlike the one Asil had spotted just before the accident, was beginning to register on Deck 18, by the Antimatter Storage Pods.
Posted Star Date 22103.11 @ 16:14 (04:14 PM)
Posted Star Date 22103.13 @ 19:59 (07:59 PM)
“Captain, long range sensors are inoperable due to the neutron radiation, but short range sensors have detected a nearby solar system with five planets and a dying star. The star could be the source of the neutron radiation.”
Ed wondered about assigning Alken to verify their location based on the charts they’d received from the Talaxians. There’d be other stuff to do. He ran a string of commands through the Computer. First to classify the state of the star based on size and colour. He didn’t want to be around when it went nova. Second was to query with their location with the Talaxian star charts. Third was probably something he should have known, but how much neutron radiation did a dying star output?
Best option would be to get thrusters operational and leave. The neutron radiation must have an effect on the warp drive. According to Alken there was an anomaly in the antimatter storage pods. To call the situation precarious was an understatement. The cause for concern was two fold between the neutron radiation and the nature of the anomaly in antimatter storage. Ed didn’t have enough mental capacity to accurately recall all subspace phenomena. Something had impeded the warp drive and it threatened to turn the Artemis into a debris field.
== GM input request, is the star a red giant, how much neutron radiation to does a dying star output, and are we able to correlate our position from the Talaxian star charts? ==
Posted Star Date 22103.13 @ 20:02 (08:02 PM)
Another week… reports to file, pilots to evaluate… At least we’re back on the move. Where to.. I thought I’d like this… Heading to… We could have died on that sphere. How we didn’t, I’ll never know. So let’s go find …
Caught off guard from the sudden stop of the ship, Mathew whiplashed towards his console. His hands managed to stop his face from planting into the console, but the sudden jerk would be felt after the surge of adrenaline faded.
What the **** was…
Mathew sat upright and began running scans to look for a culprit just as the captain gave orders.
“Scanning now sir,” Mathew said curtly as Elias’ voice was heard.
Hull breach. Radiation. No deflector? Warp engines.. Impulse engines. Thrusters. Well what the serious..
Mathew nodded in agreement to the pilot looking through navigation sensor logs as his fingers ran over his console looking for any other power signatures that could be lurking near the ship.
We’re sitting ducks…
Mathew ran diagnostics of the ship’s shields, while starting to investigate for anything that could be a threat to the ship.
== GM input: status of shields and are there any power signatures approaching or orbiting the ship?
Posted Star Date 22103.14 @ 02:42 (02:42 AM)
Posted Star Date 22103.14 @ 22:25 (10:25 PM)
[Sickbay to Bridge. Understood Captain, we’ll set up isolation and decontamination chambers down here.]
Posted Star Date 22103.15 @ 02:01 (02:01 AM)
[Coleman to Crawford. Acknowledged. Security is en route to provide Damage Control and Evac assistance]
Posted Star Date 22103.15 @ 13:16 (01:16 PM)
From her position above and behind young Asil, Jenny could see the results for the helmsman as they came in on the display as a response to his requests. At first she was puzzled by what initially seemed to be a sensor glitch, followed by a sudden and catastrophic failure of the deflector dish. As the logs replayed, puzzlement turned to concern as the presence of a metallic alloy and a power source were revealed - in trace amounts only, but that was enough to set alarm bells ringing.
Whatever hit us was there, then it wasn't, then it was there again... A cloaked object would have been annihilated by the deflector, but if it was out of phase...
Jenny hoped she was wrong, but if they had struck a mine equipped with a phase-shifting device that had allowed it to pass through the protective bow-wave of the deflector before detonating, that meant that the "anomaly" in Antimatter Storage was likely its twin, which meant they were in big trouble. If her theory was correct, the second mind was likely armed for some reason had failed to detonate.
And Elias and a Security Team are about to go barging in like bulls in a china shop...
"Braggins to Elias, hold position. Do not enter Antimatter Storage."
It was a gut call, one she would answer for if she was wrong, but one that could save the entire crew if she was right. Returning to her own console, Jenny called up a copy of Asil's sensor records and passed them on to Alken at Ops.
"Alken, does your 'anomaly' match these readings?"
Posted Star Date 22103.16 @ 02:29 (02:29 AM)
After a few moments worth of silence, the speakers came back to life with Benjamin's voice. [Sorry, but what? We’ve got a radiation leak in there, and if we don’t get it figured out, or if God forbid something like what happened to the deflector is happening in there now, I don’t need to remind you that we won’t be here anymore.]
Posted Star Date 22103.16 @ 18:30 (06:30 PM)
Posted Star Date 22103.16 @ 18:48 (06:48 PM)
The anomalies were similar but not identical; the internal anomaly matched the external one when it had first been detected, but not when it had reappeared. Though there were no power signatures or traces of the unknown alloys, it stood to reason that if the similarities before collision were there, there would be similarities afterwards as well. They just hadn't technically "collided" with the second anomaly, yet.
Shields were now raised thanks to the automatic Red Alert caused by the collision. Weapons were also online, though the forward targeting sensors were hazy thanks to the cloud of Neutron Radiation that bathed the secondary hull.
There were no ships in the immediate area.
The star was not a Red Giant, nor was it putting out any measurable Neutron Radiation; that phenomenon was purely localised. The system was on the Talaxian star chart, with a note that it had been populated millenia prior but that the civilisation was long gone.
Of note was a star system only a day or so away at low warp, where the Talaxians had marked a repair and resupply station that the roaming Talaxian convoys used when they needed emergency maintenance.
Fortunately, that low-warp travel was going to be fairly safe since the charts marked the territory as being unclaimed by any major power, including the Kazon.
Posted Star Date 22103.19 @ 13:46 (01:46 PM)
“Captain, the source of the neutron radiation is somewhere in our immediate vicinity. According to the Talaxian star charts nobody has been here in a millennia. If we can make low warp there’s a repair and resupply station a day or so from our current location.”
There were options, but not solutions. Something was out there. It was over a millennia old and it was still active. An ancient weapon was the second worse thing they could have run into. Why was it there? Ed considered the probes. He could look , but the trick would be not triggering another of whatever was out there. Elias was intent on playing chicken with the anomaly in antimatter storage. Jenny was dead against him tampering with something that could blow up.
There were times that Ed loathed quantum physics. Life or death situations were one area he really despised. The anomaly in antimatter storage was like Schrodinger’s Cat. If Elias did something, maybe boom. If Elias left it alone as Jenny had requested, also maybe boom. Like the cat you wouldn’t know until someone went into antimatter storage. One had already done quite a bit of damage to the Artemis.
Ed pulled up the sensor reading from Tactical. An unknown metallic compound and a faint power signature. Was the power source producing neutron radiation? Why was the table of elements always insufficient? Tyra wanted to know what was known about neutron radiation and that was fair since wasn’t a hundred percent sure about it, so he’d run that through the Computer along with analysis of the metallic compound.
== GM input request, are the probe launchers operable, what does the Computer have on neutron radiation and is the Computer able to break down the trace metallic compound? ==
Posted Star Date 22103.21 @ 20:32 (08:32 PM)
Posted Star Date 22103.22 @ 12:04 (12:04 PM)
Yes, the Probe Launchers were operational.
The computer had a lot of information on Neutron Radiation, specifically that it was highly dangerous to organic matter (at least ten times as harmful as Gamma Radiation) and in some cases could induce the affected cells to become radioactive themselves. On Earth during the Twentieth Century, the Superpowers had attempted to harness and weaponise Neutron Radiation to inflict maximum casualties on a target while causing little to no damage to a city's infrastructure such as buildings and roads. The hull and even the walls of the Artemis' corridors would contain the spread of radiation, but affected areas would need to be thoroughly decontaminated.
The computer was chewing on an analysis of the trace metals, and was struggling. None of the metals were known to Federation science, which, given their location, wasn't exactly surprising. It would be easier if they had a physical sample to analyse in the labs rather than simply using the ship's external and internal sensors, which were not designed for such specific work.
Posted Star Date 22103.24 @ 13:13 (01:13 PM)
Jenny rolled her eyes as Elias responded in a way that was atypical of the man but not exactly unwarranted; delays could mean the destruction of the ship, but so could charging in half-cocked, and a 50/50 shot was one she was willing to take - not that she'd live long enough to know if she was wrong. Though she'd resisted the urge to snap back at the Chief Engineer, it was more difficult to use the same restraint with the new Midshipman who was going on about plants - he might have been a Junior Officer but he was old enough to know better, surely? Well aware that an outburst on the Bridge would do more harm than good, Jenny kept a lid on her irritation and focused on piecing together the puzzle she had been handed and the cryptic way in which it had been delivered.
The news about the repair station was good, if the engines weren't damaged they could limp there at Warp Three or so using the Secondary Deflector, but first they had to figure out whether these 'anomalies' were going to be more of a problem or whether this was a virtually one-off situation.
“The second anomaly within the hull is similar to the first anomaly prior to impact. A second impact on the scale that destroyed the deflector could destroy the ship.”
I think we're all well-aware of that, thank you...
Confident now that she'd been correct in her guess of hitting some kind of phase-cloaked mine, Jenny now turned her attention to the larger issues - were they in the middle of a minefield, or were these strays? Blockading a system with mines wasn't as difficult as people might think, all you had to do was block off the regularly-used lanes from local systems, that would force travellers to either test their luck with the mines or attempt a riskier departure outside of the regular spacelanes. If the planet had been uninhabited for centuries or longer and the mines were left over from some ancient war, why hadn't they already detonated? Or were these unlikely strays, carried away from their deployment zone by solar winds or a misfiring guidance thruster, doomed to roam the cosmos until they annihilated themselves and whatever they were unlucky enough to hit?
Reopening the channel to Elias, she took a deep breath.
"I have reason to believe we have a partially-phased mine in the store room; unless you have an EOD technician with you, wait for backup."
Pinching the bridge of her nose between forefinger and thumb, Jenny turned back to Tyra. Phase-cloaked mines weren't covered in detail at the Academy because they were (legally) banned by the Alpha and Beta Quadrant powers, they were something that most people only came across once and with predictably fatal consequences. Defusing one was going to be a nightmare, especially if it was only partially-materialised; Jenny hoped the Security EOD teams would be up to the task, but deep down she knew that was unlikely to be the case.
"With your permission, I'd like to supervise the defusing personally - they're going to need all the help they can get down there."
Posted Star Date 22103.24 @ 16:10 (04:10 PM)
For a moment after Jenny had order Elias to hold his position with a firmness that spelled out the seriousness of the situation, Tyra looked at her FO with a slightly raised eyebrow, expecting the petite brunette to turn around with some sort of explanation. However, the eyebrow ended up dropping as her gaze turned into more of a sharp stare at the continued lack of some sort of explanation. However, she forced herself to bite her tongue because surely her trusted FO would make the information known if it was truly important.
She was still staring rather pointedly in the direction of helm when Gregg spoke up. “Captain, the source of the neutron radiation is somewhere in our immediate vicinity. According to the Talaxian star charts nobody has been here in a millennia. If we can make low warp there’s a repair and resupply station a day or so from our current location.”
She was about to turn back around and remind certain parties that she couldn't very well make any informed orders without all of the details when the other scientist on the bridge began talking.
“Whatever we struck - or whatever struck us - we are at risk of a secondary impact in the Antimatter Storage pods. The second anomaly appears to have entered the hull interior thanks to the impact of the first anomaly.”
She zoned out quickly, contemplating the data, as the young scientist began waxing about some irrelevant planet. It sounded like what he was describing was a mine of some variety, though it would have to possess some sort of upgrade to have been missed by sensors and make it through the hull.
Oh, well it's not like that's some pretty ******* important information... not at all. She thought, her gaze returning to its former target with significantly more heat attached to it.
The fact of the matter was that the lack of that information had led her to sending a team to the site of a potentially unstable mine and had they opened that door, at best, their deaths would have been on her shoulders and at worst, the entire ship's destruction would have been on her shoulders. Entirely avoidable with any actual communication of information...
However, she bit her tongue. It would have been so easy to rip into Jenny for the error and likely, it was more than deserved. Those were the types of errors that her FO would eat a midshipman alive for and yet, their junior officers weren't failing on this front. Both Asil and Alken had kept their cool and relayed constant updates-- it was her senior officers that were slacking with the exception of Gregg. This told her that the issue was a learned habit of laxness that she'd need to address at the first opportunity but not now. There was a time and place for everything and this wasn't it or that's what she felt she would have been told by someone more fit for the command chair.
"I have reason to believe we have a partially-phased mine in the store room; unless you have an EOD technician with you, wait for backup," Jenny was reporting to Elias as if he was the only one that would benefit from such an update.
Tyra was rubbing her forehead in frustration by the time Jenny turned to face her. "With your permission, I'd like to supervise the defusing personally - they're going to need all the help they can get down there."
Because you're an EOD tech? Most of security likely has more explosives training... she buried the frustrated thought as soon as it came up. There was nothing positive that would come out of letting it out and while it might not be wise to let the person known to take unnecessary risks near a bomb, it also wouldn't be wise to let her have the bridge if she wasn't in the mindset to disseminate information where it needed to go.
"Of course, contact security for whoever they have trained as an EOD tech on their SRT. Let us know if the mine is in a position that will allow us to start crawling towards that station."
"Oh, and maybe, just maybe, give me a courtesy call if you're about to blow up my damn ship," she added with a look that clearly said "do freaking better" before her attention went elsewhere.
"Midshipman Alken, see if you can map out the positions of any other anomalies within our sensor range. Work with Asil and Gregg to devise some sort of route that leads us towards that station without encountering anymore surprises."
== Tag! ==
Posted Star Date 22103.26 @ 05:51 (05:51 AM)
Asil had been listening quietly to the reports coming in and discussions while damage assessments and casualties reports came in. With his station secure and the ship in no state to move yet, he began to think about how to increase their chances of spotting these devices.
If we could reach out with something.. he thought.
“Whiskers!” Asil said, a little too loud for his liking.
He secured the helm and headed to Alken’s station to run it by him before approaching the senior staff.
“If we established an matrix with a few class 8 probes, they may provide us with more information than our sensors can gather alone. The probes should be able to maintain a parallel course with us as we traverse this potential minefield and help us sniff out any more of these devices. “
Posted Star Date 22103.31 @ 21:57 (09:57 PM)
He wondered if transphasic mines really were a thing. The Tholians did stuff with folded space. Star Fleet apparently had dabbled with a cloak that could make a ship phase through solid matter. Something along the lines of quantum entanglement. It brought up memories of the Reciprocity, but that had been explained to him as being a slightly more sophisticated holographic training program.
It was a bit too late to quit just because you’d got the wool pulled over your eyes, twice.
It still stung, but there were more pressing matters. Ed launched four Class 8’s followed by two Class 5’s. The 5’s were set to search for samples of the trace metals and maintained a close arch to the ship. There was mention of a power source in the reports and he wondered if that had been the source of the neutron radiation, He’d half to mimic whatever Midshipman Asil used as the ship’s whiskers.
“Four Class 8’s launched, Midshipman Asil. Please be gentle and make sure to recall them when you’ve finished. Our resources aren’t infinite out here. Also watch out for neutron radiation interference. It’s playing hob with long range sensors and I’m not sure about our current optimal range. Also tread carefully. As we’re half-blind I don’t want to be the cause of triggering another of whatever crippled us.
“Midshipman Alken, I’ve launched two Class 5’s to look for the trace metals the sensors picked up, for analysis. If samples can be retrieved could you contact Midshipman Andrew Sanderson. Hazardous material procedures most definitely apply as I can seem to glean much about the nature of the trace metals the sensors are detecting.
“Captain, regarding neutron radiation according to the Computer it’s like gamma radiation only worse. Hazardous to biological matter to the point of making cells radioactive in some cases. Affected areas of the ship will need decontamination when we get somewhere safer.”
Ed knew he was ****** either way and he’d blotted his copybook long ago. It was an odd situation. Made a lot more tense by the anomaly in antimatter storage. Jenny had already run off to ‘assist’ with defusing the thing if it turned out to be a mine. That sounded highly optimistic for the First Officer. At least she might keep Elias and whoever he was with from blowing themselves up. Which raised the question how do you defuse a mine when it is out of phase?
== GM input request, are the Class 5 probes able to collect samples of the trace metals? ==
Posted Star Date 22103.31 @ 23:55 (11:55 PM)
Posted Star Date 22104.03 @ 21:38 (09:38 PM)
Bill Sanderson's voice came over the comms, and while the news wasn't great, it could've been a lot worse. [Engineering to Bridge. Working on getting you engine control again, Captain. Appears to be no damage to any of our propulsion systems, the breakers did their job. Should be able to give you impulse in a couple of hours, thrusters sooner than that. It's just gonna take time.]
Posted Star Date 22104.03 @ 21:42 (09:42 PM)
The Captain ordered an all stop on the probes and requested Ed’s presence. It was a bonus that she hadn’t ordered to talk to him in her Ready Room. It wasn’t going to be a shouting match, but a quiet enquiry. He got up from his place at the Science console and made his way over to Jenny’s seat. Logic was only applicable based on the parameters used to make a decision. It wasn’t easy maintaining cool thinking when under pressure.
“It was a calculated risk. The Talaxians have a repair and resupply station past this system. As there is not an appended note about missing ships I would imagine that this minefield has specific target parameters. A probe does not have the same mass as a starship. Also we were travelling at warp 6 when we got hit. I intended that the probes would not to go above one quarter impulse.
“If Commander Braggins can disarm the mine in the Antimatter Storage Pods, then I will be able to recall the Class 5’s. The compound they’re made of is not listed in our Computer. The Class 8’s are able to act as our long range sensors if we can get them to a range beyond the neutron radiation.
“I could have worked with Midshipman Alken to determine the mine’s energy signature through the short range sensors before launching the Class 8 probes, but I could not determine how far apart they are spaced without long range sensors.”
If you find yourself in a minefield it helps to have a metal detector.
Ed felt it would be impolitic to say what he thought out loud. Tyra was a good Captain. It didn’t help that most of her officers were impatient to get things done. He couldn’t recall a time before joining the Gettysburg when he had to request authorisation to launch a probe. It was probably different situations. He still didn’t know how the mines moved in and out of phase or what triggered them.
A lot was riding on whether the anomaly in the Antimatter Storage Pods was in phase and if it could be disarmed. His logic was not always fathomable to most. Even telepaths depending on their aptitude couldn’t figure out his thought process. He had thought that he could have learnt something from the debris of the mine that had gone off in the warp bubble. An intact mine would be useful for study, as long it was possible to isolate the power source without exposing the Artemis to more neutron radiation. He puzzled over who would set such a trap and how long ago it was set.
Do the mines sit out of phase until a vessel matching their accepted parameters comes into range? Could this have been a trap for the Borg?
Posted Star Date 22104.03 @ 22:56 (10:56 PM)
Posted Star Date 22104.05 @ 16:23 (04:23 PM)
Ed got up and walked back to the Science console. He pulled up at records from the Talaxians regarding the system to see if they’d encountered the mines. There was also the matter of what the sensors had ignored about the anomaly. If he’d worked a bit longer on finding out the facts about the mines he wouldn’t be in the dog house.
Poor Asil and Alken were stuck with keeping the probes in line, but Tyra caved a little towards using the ones he’d launched to search for the mines from their current position. If they were outside the influence of the neutron radiation he could process what the sensors had missed and look for parallels. According to Engineering the propulsion systems were fine. The breakers had protected them from an overload. They could work on repairing the connections and getting the core back online. Once a path was established they could use thrusters to clear the area before going to warp, maybe.
Ed was grateful that there wasn’t a rush to get things going. The radiation exposure was contained to the forward areas around the deflector dish. Engineering was going to be occupied. He didn’t expect to have to re-educate the troubleshooting subroutines for the sensors. He had the Computer pull up the sensor data from just before the first anomaly appeared in the Artemis’ warp bubble. The sensors had seen the distortion for a fraction of time and dismissed it as a glitch.
The distortion phased out shortly after sensors detected it, so what was it that caused it to phase back?
== GM input request, according to the Talaxian information what route did they take when going to up the station and did they pass the system the Artemis was skirting? Also what are the details of the distortion the sensors picked up and ignored? ==
Posted Star Date 22104.06 @ 01:47 (01:47 AM)
For the Probes to detect the trace compounds, the devices they belonged to would have to be visible to the sensors. At this time, that was not the case, meaning the probes would continue along their search pattern until they ran out of fuel.
The Talaxians usually gave this system a wider berth than the Artemis had, believing that uninhabited systems were possible locations of pirate or Kazon raiding outposts. The Artemis, being vastly superior to any Talaxian vessel, had not been quite so cautious when the course was plotted.
==I'll have the rest for you later, as the possibilities of what a semi-sentient AI like the Artemis might consider "beneath it" are literally endless...==
Posted Star Date 22104.07 @ 09:28 (09:28 AM)
Ed fumed quietly to himself. He’d forgotten that trace readings meant next to bugger all. It had been a waste of time launching the 5’s. The probes would search and search for those trace reading and find only a handful of atoms work. Definitely not enough to educate the Computer so he could reduce the amount of times he saw unknown compound.
The next one was the kicker. The Talaxians gave this system a wide berth for fear of Kazon or pirate outposts. Sure it was vacant, but when did that put off pirates? The Artemis was the new badass in the system and scorned petty things like pirates, at least as long the phaser banks held out and there was a good stock of torpedoes. This mean that the theory of there being a preferred mass for triggering the mines. There might be a little bit of give, but not in terms that the Captain would allow.
It also looked as if the Computer was going to get pissy about him second guessing its judgement call. Ed was half tempted to threaten the Computer with a pickaxe and a major reprogramming until it could only sing Daisy Bell. Unfortunately even if it was getting truculent with him the rest of the crew needed its processes. Ed felt he could knock off to the Crew Lounge for a half pint of something alcoholic. It would **** off Tyra even further, so he decided to stay shtum and wait to see what happens next.
Posted Star Date 22104.08 @ 10:50 (10:50 AM)
Asil transferred control of the probes to the helm and returned to his station and initiated the telemetry link to the class 8 probes. He ordered the probes to standby in a stationary position around the ship, then set to the task of programming the scanning parameters.
With all of this radiation, these probes are going to to be busy sorting through the interference..
As the computer chewed on programming the probes Asil returned to analysis of the ships position when they encountered the first mine. Asil calculated the distance between the two mines Artemis had already encounter and got to work establishing likely dispersal patterns for mines. Before turning to report to the Captain he activated the probes’ sensors, two scanning the ship, while the other two looking outward.
“Captain” Asil felt a bit nervous speaking to her as she’d after dressing down Commander Gregg. He felt somewhat responsible for that situation himself, but he swallowedand continued.
“Our telemetry link with the probes is stable, while we’re stuck here they can hunt on their own, I’ve programmed an isogrid search pattern extending from our position 80,000 kilometers. With all four probes working it shouldn’t take more than an two hours to clear the area around the ship and we may have a. Once we get underway the probes will close in and follow us in formation.”
==GM INPUT REQUESTED== What do our probes see apart from debris and radiation? Is there any new information about the ship or our immediate surroundings that could indicate another mine.
Posted Star Date 22104.12 @ 20:06 (08:06 PM)
[Braggins to Crawford, we've located the anomaly. Initial findings suggest it's a Neutron Mine, designed to irradiate and kill any organic matter but leave any physical hardware unaffected. Unfortunately it's sitting in between our Antimatter Tanks, so if we can't defuse it, it won't matter if it's meant to destroy the ship or not.]
Posted Star Date 22104.14 @ 12:34 (12:34 PM)
==Apologies for the delay, something came up that prevented me getting the keyboard time I'd like!==
The probes provided a detailed view of the ship's exterior, including the ugly scar beside the Deflector that the first explosion had caused - it would be difficult to repair without the assistance of a Shipyard or Repair Ship, as the breach was wider than any single piece of plating the Industrial Replicators could fabricate. Even utilising Workbees, the repair would be difficult given the proximity of the breach to the saucer section and the limited space to maneuver.
They did not, unfortunately, provide much more detail about the system that the sensors had not already provided - the system was long-dead, there were no signs of life or other starships, and no reason for a minefield to be deployed in such an area. Best case scenario, they'd been unlucky enough to be struck by a pair of strays that had drifted in from elsewhere in the galaxy. Worst case, they were in the middle of a minefield that they couldn't see.
Posted Star Date 22104.17 @ 19:24 (07:24 PM)
She was about to clarify those points with the helmsman when the comm channel opened to Jenny delivering news that just seemed par for the day. It explained the radiation spike they endured but it did nothing to soothe any concerns regarding prospects if the mine detonating.
"Understood," she answered before closing the channel with a sigh.
"Science, begin working on figure out if there is something... anything... that can neutralize neutron radiation. Start running simulations on anything you can think of."
"Midshipman Asil, before you begin moving the probes in a search pattern, have you modified them to focus on the exact reading we are looking for? And have you programmed their search parameters to require pauses in movement before they progress to the next square, so to speak? Have simulations shown the probes likely success in finding the mines given their cloaked status?"
Posted Star Date 22104.20 @ 13:08 (01:08 PM)
Posted Star Date 22104.20 @ 21:43 (09:43 PM)
Asil turned his attention from his screen to the Captain’s questions. Luckily each one of them could be addressed in sequence as he brought up the search pattern on the main viewer, he also forwarded the search pattern simulations to the command and science stations.
“We have Captain. The probes have been receiving data from the engineering team and we also programmed the sensor packages to focus on neutron radiation as well as any subspace or momentary gravitational anomalies. When they get a reading on something the multispectral scanners should be able to triangulate and get an image.”
The isogrid search pattern displayed on the screen showed a the simulation as the probes encountered sensory breadcrumbs they slowed captured a full image set and moved on.
“In each instance the simulated probes detected the device and relayed navigational data back to the ship and coarse corrections were applied. Transit out of this field may be slower than normal but I’m confident we can navigate as soon as we have propulsion. ”
Posted Star Date 22104.26 @ 12:38 (12:38 PM)
She could hear speaking from the science area and she hoped that meant they were back on track in a way that wasn't likely to blow them all up without at least some considerations for other options.
She picked up her coffee cup but immediately signed at the weight of it, remembering its infuriate fate with another sigh. On the other hand, coffee wasn't likely to make her any happier about babysitting an eager, albeit green bridge crew.
Posted Star Date 22104.26 @ 13:20 (01:20 PM)
==To prevent people posting and waiting on me again, I'm going to pre-empt any forthcoming GM Input==
Asil's probe network circled the ship, hunting for more obstacles to the Artemis' continued survival. Five minutes passed, then ten, and the probes detected nothing. It seemed as though the Artemis had been lucky, and rather than wandering into a minefield, had been hit by two "drifters" left over from some long-forgotten war.
Posted Star Date 22104.27 @ 01:23 (01:23 AM)
[Engineering to Bridge,] came a voice over the intercom. There was a moment's hesitation, before Ensign Bill Sanderson continued. [You've got thrusters ready now; I'll have impulse for you in ten minutes. Warp is still gonna be a bit longer.]
==This should be happening roughly concurrently with Tyra's last post; by the time the GM input is complete, impulse should be good to roll.==
Posted Star Date 22104.29 @ 08:02 (08:02 AM)
[McKenna to Captain Crawford, we've discovered that the weapon is of Vaadwuar design and has a malfunctioning phase shifter. We have an idea of how to make it safe but are proceeding with caution]
== Tag Tyra ==
Edited by Lt Eliana McKenna, Star Date 22104.29 @ 08:02 (08:02 AM).
Posted Star Date 22105.03 @ 01:03 (01:03 AM)
Posted Star Date 22105.03 @ 01:35 (01:35 AM)
==Timeskip - 40 Hours later==
Using the secondary deflector and keeping the Artemis' velocity below Warp 3, the ship managed to make it to the repair station without incident, high in orbit over a volcanic planet that was devoid of complex life forms and produced an interesting sensor-scattering effect from the gases being released into the atmosphere.
The station itself was a kilometer high, a wide obelisk that tapered towards the top. From the central obelisk stretched two large booms, each a dozen or so decks deep, that stretched out like arms to form an open circle with a diameter of close to two kilometers. The near face of the obelisk had several large doors, presumably to permit entry of craft of various shapes and sizes, while the booms were studded with access points for personnel transfer tubes, cargo chutes, and refuelling pipes.
Even for a design so far removed from what a Human might design, it was obviously a strictly utilitarian design. It appeared to be completely unarmed, and though the station's systems appeared to be online, there were no responses to hails or any signs of life on sensors.
It seemed like the Artemis had visited a ghost station...
Posted Star Date 22105.03 @ 09:53 (09:53 AM)
Ed tried to keep his cool when the Class 8 probes indicated that there were no other mines that matched the ones they’d hit in the immediate area. It could have gone either way he guessed, since his assumption what the triggering parameters were didn’t have a solid foundation to work from. At least it was one less worry for the moment. A comm. from Eli made him feel like he’d stripped a gear. Defused was good, but how had they identified the mine?
There was a long list of things that bugged Ed. Somewhere in that list was finding out something that the Computer should have known only after someone had set eyeballs on it. The mine had a malfunctioning phase shifter so the delay in identification was somewhat forgivable. They had all this information from Voyager, but there was this delay in putting the peg in the right hole. It was more than just a footnote somewhere.
With the mine defused and its power source hopefully stored securely it’d make for some interesting studying. The probes were being recalled and thoroughly scrubbed. The Bridge was always daunting first time around. To be honest crewmembers were always a lot more easily stressed when on the Bridge. It went from the lowest ranked officer right up to the Captain. Occasionally it was merited. Ed couldn’t seem to avoid being a cause of that stress. He was certain he lacked the sensibilities needed. He’d bring Alken along when the time to work on the mine arrived.
Posted Star Date 22105.03 @ 13:54 (01:54 PM)
Though the bandages were off her hand and the fractured bones had started to heal, the bruise had yet to completely fade, leaving an ugly black mark on the back of her left hand. Flexing her fingers to work the circulation and keep from stiffening, Jenny forced herself to relax as the Artemis approached the station. That they hadn't immediately been challenged was odd, and the situation got weirder the closer they got - like the lights were on, but nobody was home.
The rational part of her brain told her that there were dozens of reasons this might be, communications malfunction or the crew simply being lax in their discipline were the two most likely options, they were in the middle of nowhere after all. On the other hand, Jenny had been ambushed too many times to take that on faith and was well-aware that there were other, less innocent reasons that the outpost might not appear populated.
Glancing to the Science station, where she had placed Alken to get him some much-needed Bridge time, Jenny leaned on the armrest of her chair to see what his console was showing him. Though it would be easier to call up the data on her own console, she didn't want to interrupt anything he was doing, nor did she want to startle him by moving over to stand behind him. Unfortunately, the older gentleman was tall enough to block most of the view, so she levered herself out of her chair and quietly approached him from the side.
"What have you got?"
Posted Star Date 22105.05 @ 02:04 (02:04 AM)
By the time Benjamin made it to the bridge, he was on his second mug of coffee. Considering how quiet things were on the bridge, he was very glad that he had it. He stepped off the turbolift inhaling the warm fumes of the sweet elixir, and thanking the stars that he had it in hand.
Looking around the bridge, he was only mildly surprised to see Jenny over a scientist's shoulder on the far side of the room. If the Artemis' first officer ever slept, it was a closely guarded secret: after all, the woman could show no weakness. But the bridge was quiet for the most part otherwise, and so he took a seat at the bridge engineering console and punched up the basics. Diagnostics showed green where expected, the secondary deflector appeared to have done well during their short jaunt, and the damage to the main deflector didn't appear to have spread. All good things, he thought, though he was still upset that they couldn't have done more to fix the deflector in the field.
He'd been inclined to try and argue for a bit, but as the damage reports had kept coming from the area he'd known it was the wrong argument to make. They needed more resources than they had available with just Artemis, and this repair facility was the closest thing to them, closer even than the Scott was. So, options lacking and the decision never really his, they had pressed on. Sitting back in his chair, he sipped on his coffee quietly, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere on the bridge, and waited to see what this station was all about.
Posted Star Date 22105.07 @ 17:01 (05:01 PM)
Posted Star Date 22105.07 @ 18:09 (06:09 PM)
There were signs of an ion trail that led both to and away from the base's main docking port, partially-degraded by time. The computer could not match the trail to anything in the database.
The trails looked to be about a month old, give or take an hour or two.
Posted Star Date 22105.08 @ 01:46 (01:46 AM)
Benjamin took another sip from his cup and sighed as the warmth spread through his chest. He tried not to, but with how quiet the bridge was at one in the morning, he couldn't help but hear snatches of the conversation between the scientist Alken and Jenny. He pulled up a visual of the station on his console and noted the docking bays he heard about, and noted they'd be likely ingress points for a shuttle, along with seeing the arms spread out like the edges of a lagoon.
It wasn't as enclosing as he was used to for a facility like this - he was used to the Federation standard that had structures on two or three sides at minimum - he had to admit that at least aesthetically it was a bit more interesting. It really does look like a safe harbor, he thought, though he wondered if it really was such as he caught the scientist trying to see if any ships had been in and out recently, and noted how their hails hadn't been answered.
As the science station scanned the areas around the station, Benjamin took it upon himself to try and get a little more information about the station itself. He did a quick scan first and foremost for any damage on the station and weapons residuals; if the crew were taken or killed and it wasn't by choice, there should be some kind of evidence. However, he pressed on with other scans - even if they weren't here, they had to try and get their ship fixed, and without the deflector fixed they couldn't exactly do much to try and help if the crew really were in danger. He directed a scan at the large station arms, trying to determine if the obvious location - inside the curve of the arms - was in fact where the mooring beams were located, and if so whether they could be activated by a ship coming in rather than by the station itself. We may just have to sit at station-keeping for a minute, he thought, until we can get a crew to their traffic control station.
==GM Input: Is there any damage I can find to the station that might indicate foul play? And can I figure out how to get the Artemis docked to the station so we can work on her?==
Posted Star Date 22105.09 @ 17:00 (05:00 PM)
Posted Star Date 22105.10 @ 03:44 (03:44 AM)
When Tyra and Jasmine stepped out onto the bridge, it was impossible to ignore that the ship's command center was busier than it would usually be at this odd time of day. However, it had been no mystery when they would arrive at their destination and like her, it seemed others had made a point to be on duty for arrival. After all, this wasn't exactly a normal time for Jasmine to pay a visit but the coffee had certainly helped both of them.
Jasmine had immediately veered to following the curve of the bridge towards the turbolift, leaving Tyra to cut across the bridge on her own. In doing so, she made note that the bridge was currently a mix of green needing experience and senior officers, though even those had gotten greener and greener than they had been in years past.
Her blue eyes flickered towards the forward screen, taking in the imagine with the slightest of eyebrow raise at the unique design displayed. It's lack of activity on screen wasn't exactly promising.
"What have we got here?" She asked to the bridge as a whole.
Posted Star Date 22105.10 @ 13:34 (01:34 PM)
Jenny folded her arms as Alken spoke, explaining that the design likely wasn't Talaxian, which made sense - it had the same homey feel that Jenny would expect from Talaxians based on what she had experienced of them, giving off the impression of a harbour safe from the stormy weather of a tempestuous sea. Given the state of the Artemis, a safe harbour was a welcome sight, or would have been if there was anyone around to actually welcome them...
Focusing on the screen, Jenny missed Alken's comment about the orbits of senior officers. The whole situation seemed odd; the lights were on, but nobody was home.
Just like half of the Artemis crew some days...
“We are about a month too late to see the station's former tenants depart. Ion trials indicate this station hasn’t been repairing or refueling anyone for some time.”
Jenny frowned, a month was a long time for a station to continue operating without a crew; had the crew abandoned it in a hurry and forgotten to shut down the power? That seemed unlikely, given a ship had apparently arrived at the station and then departed. Though she couldn't see any signs of damage on the scientific screen, that didn't mean the station hadn't been attacked and the crew either killed or spirited away - neither of which boded well for the crippled Artemis.7
The hiss of the Ready Room doors alerted Jenny to Tyra's arrival on the Bridge, but two pairs of footsteps seemed to emerge. One was the familiar stride of the Artemis' Captain, the other was the lighter step of Jas Tyrol. While Tyrol headed for the turbolift, Tyra went to her chair as expected, and Jenny heard the footsteps stop at roughly the centre of the command area of the Bridge.
"What have we got here?"
Without looking over her shoulder, Jenny responded.
"Well, we're here, but it doesn't look like anyone else is. Mister Alken here thinks the owners left about a month ago, but it looks like they left everything running."
Folding her arms, Jenny straightened, still staring at the science console.
"If they did leave in a hurry, we might be able to use whatever facilities they have to conduct repairs ourselves. On the other hand, if whoever left a month ago comes back, they might not be pleased to find us helping ourselves to their base. We should probably hide the Artemis while a team goes across to check things out."
Posted Star Date 22105.10 @ 16:17 (04:17 PM)
There seemed to be no damage to the exterior of the station that would indicate an attack from outside, nor did there appear to be any problems with the docking areas that would prevent the ship from berthing.
The main hangar area, located in the central section, looked as though it could just about accommodate the front half of the Artemis. Any repair work would have to be conducted in EVA suits, but it would be safer than attempting such a repair in deep space or orbit of the planet below.
Alternatively, the Artemis could interface with any of the docking ports along the two pylons.
Posted Star Date 22105.10 @ 20:41 (08:41 PM)
Before answering, Tyra glanced at the screen, looking for signs of damage on the station's exterior but not finding anything that would warrant an abandonment. Then again, maybe it was as simple as having run out of resources or growing tired of such an isolated existence.
"If they did leave in a hurry, we might be able to use whatever facilities they have to conduct repairs ourselves. On the other hand, if whoever left a month ago comes back, they might not be pleased to find us helping ourselves to their base. We should probably hide the Artemis while a team goes across to check things out."
Tyra clicked her tongue slightly. "On the other hand, hiding the ship might just make our presence appear nefarious when it isn't..." she mused.
Then, she waved her hand slightly. "Actually, why don't I leave that decision in the care of your tactician mindset while I take a small team over to survey the facility? I'd like to see for myself if this is a place we can make work or if we need to find another way."
There was more to the thought process than that. Should angry residents return, Jenny might not be the most diplomatic but her tactical abilities far exceeded Tyra's, which meant she was more suited to ensuring the Artemis remained in one piece. Alternatively, a house with a light on was likely not without its security precautions and that was her forte. Plus, she wasn't certain she trusted Jenny not to grow impatient and set something off, despite her doing well with the bomb.
Posted Star Date 22105.11 @ 01:13 (01:13 AM)
It didn't take long for his scans to provide results. There were no signs of any damage, ruling out a battle taking place. Also, the docking systems seemed to be working just fine, from everything he could tell. It would be just possible to pull the Artemis' nose into one of the docking bays if they wanted to, as well, though the more obvious solution was docking at the arms, likely as was intended. Inside the bay would help contain the work area a bit more than working at the arms would, but would also make it more difficult to leave in a hurry if that proved necessary. Always a few trade-offs, he thought, though he thought he knew which route the Artemis would be taking.
Benjamin turned around as he heard another door open, and was unsurprised to see Tyra walking out of her ready room. Seeing the CMO walk out was a bit more of a surprise - he hadn't had more than a handful of encounters with her, even less if you didn't count staff meetings - but from what Cera had told him she was old friends with the captain. So maybe it wasn't as surprising to see them talking late at night like that, though he wasn't surprised to see her walking off the bridge. Tyra took her seat moments later and asked "What have we got here?" to his complete lack of surprise.
He took another sip of his coffee instead of speaking up, as Jenny spoke up first - also to his lack of surprise. "Well, we're here," she said, "but it doesn't look like anyone else is. Mister Alken here thinks the owners left about a month ago, but it looks like they left everything running." The commander crossed her arms and kept staring at the science console as she continued. "If they did leave in a hurry, we might be able to use whatever facilities they have to conduct repairs ourselves. On the other hand, if whoever left a month ago comes back, they might not be pleased to find us helping ourselves to their base. We should probably hide the Artemis while a team goes across to check things out."
He watched as the captain seemed to consider their options for a moment. Should they use the station anyway to repair themselves and risk looking like looters? And what happens if they come back while we're working? He was only slightly surprised when he heard her say she was going to leave the Artemis in Jenny's hands while she led the away team herself. Tyra was definitely a hands-on person, after all.
He judged this a good time to chime in, or at least the best time he'd been provided so far. "As best as I can tell, the station itself is undamaged, so if whatever ship came by a month ago really did abduct everyone, they went willingly. All the docking facilities look to be perfectly functional, too, in case we do decide to try and work on the deflector here." He took another sip from his coffee before setting it down on his console. "I mean, at this point our options are here or trying to get the Scott to meet us somewhere, and much as I'd like to work with Star Fleet materials it'd be better for us to get this done sooner rather than later."
==Tags to bridge==
Posted Star Date 22105.12 @ 13:03 (01:03 PM)
Posted Star Date 22105.12 @ 21:12 (09:12 PM)
The conversation continued, and Jenny began to split her attention between the viewscreen and the continually-updating sensor readings on the science console; the situation was a mystery, and while she liked a good mystery, she preferred them in novel form - she was not Hercule Poirot, nor Nikki Heat. While she had the intellect to solve a problem like a mysteriously disappearing repair station crew, she lacked the patience to wait for the investigation to be completed before jumping to a conclusion - her method was far more blunt and direct, often employing Rapid Response Teams and Gunships when a single detective would get far more accomplished.
Posted Star Date 22105.12 @ 21:17 (09:17 PM)
==Good thing I waited, otherwise I'd have incurred the wrath of the CD! Never incur the wrath of the CD!==
The smell of Elias' coffee was somewhat diluted by the time it crossed the Bridge, mostly whisked away by the ventilation system. What remained was mixed with the aroma of the mug resting in the cupholder on the First Officer's chair, the tea being sipped by the Petty Officer at Communications, and the cold-air smell of the vent above the turbolift door beside him.
Best guess, Elias liked his coffee brown, and in a mug.
Edited by GM-18, Star Date 22105.12 @ 21:21 (09:21 PM).
Posted Star Date 22105.13 @ 12:03 (12:03 PM)
Posted Star Date 22105.14 @ 14:56 (02:56 PM)
Jenny snorted in amusement and gave her head a small shake at Alken's reply, the older man was certainly a curious one and Jenny commended that in a junior scientist, but there was actual work to be done and he apparently needed to be kept on-task by a superior officer lest his mind (and the ship's sensors) wander to something less important. Still, it was good to be enthusiastic.
Going back to work, Jenny listened and scratched her chin thoughtfully as Alken began to theorise about the origins of the facility and its raison d'être. He had some good ideas, and even better questions - this was a pretty random place to put an orbital facility, especially given the inhospitable nature of the world below, so who had built it and why? These were questions that they would likely need to answer on-site, but it was good to start thinking about such questions now. The scientist did seem to be tunnel-visioning, however, assuming nefarious intent and drawing correlations between the station and the minefield that had yet to be proven.
"It could also have been a mining facility at some point, the planet below probably had mineral wealth before it became so volcanic. It could also have been intended as a waystation for long-range travel."
Glancing back at the viewscreen so she could see the station again, she turned back to the starmap Alken was showing her.
"The mine we hit was centuries old, it certainly wasn't constructed within the last few months. I think we can safely assume for now that the mine and this base are unrelated, but if it's something you want to investigate personally, now would be a perfect moment to volunteer for the away team and get some hands-on experience."
Posted Star Date 22105.14 @ 15:25 (03:25 PM)
Posted Star Date 22105.15 @ 22:02 (10:02 PM)
Posted Star Date 22105.16 @ 00:20 (12:20 AM)
Benjamin sighed when the inevitable happened. He never got the chance to volunteer for the mission, instead being voluntold to go. He simply nodded at the first officer before hearing the captain chime in. "She's right,” Tyra said. “Get your gear packed, grab your sack lunch and a kiss from our lovely Quartermaster and rally up down in the shuttlebay."
He had already started signing off the console when he heard the comment about Cera and nearly spilled his coffee. It was only quick reflexes and a very effective spill-proof lid that kept it from being a disaster. He wondered how the rumor mill had come up with that particular piece to spread around, or if Tyra was just teasing him - and her friend, by proxy.
He sighed and took his cup in hand. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied as he turned to the turbolift. “I’ll meet you there.” With that he left the bridge, as he heard them continue to arrange the away team.
Posted Star Date 22105.16 @ 15:30 (03:30 PM)
The ship's flight path approached from a similar vector to the one the Artemis was on, and continued along the same vector after interfacing with the station. Aside from that, it was unremarkable.
Posted Star Date 22105.16 @ 16:06 (04:06 PM)
Posted Star Date 22105.17 @ 12:34 (12:34 PM)
The Bridge seemed to come more alive as people began moving from their stations to proceed to their new postings aboard the away team; she was losing Briggs, Elias and Alken from the Bridge crew, which meant she would be down a reliable second in command should the excrement hit the rotary impeller, but Tyra would likely be the one who needed the cool-headed CTO most if things went sideways - the Artemis could look after herself, the Orion, not so much.
Posted Star Date 22105.17 @ 17:22 (05:22 PM)
The red head suppressed a snort as Jenny knew as well as she did that it would be short lived. For as smart and as capable as the crew was, they made some dumbass decisions.
"Be careful over there. Neelix's people said this base is friendly, but who knows how long it's been since they last visited or contacted the crew. I don't want to be the one telling Evie her mom isn't coming back."
As Tyra's eyes joined Jenny's in observing the station, the slightest of sighs escaped. It held a note of weariness as if it acknowledge that she'd been in this position before and hadn't really wanted to return. Because there was a vast difference between being capable of fighting and wanting to fight. Despite having made her name and reputation through numerous conflicts, she was turning into a tired soldier who was tired of meeting resistance at every turn.
"Don't worry. I literally just want to see what resources are over there for myself, not turn this station into the DQ's Alamo," she answered wryly.
"If we encounter hostiles, we'll fall back. Either entirely or to a defensive position to allow y'all to send over an actual combat element for a spear head offensive. My team isn't exactly designed for combat and I'm not overly confident they all know where their issued phasers are...."
Now, she pulled her eyes away from the screen to look at her sister in law and close friend. "If Option 2 occurs, you have my permission to leave the ship with the marine and come drag my *** off personally," she added with a wry grin, though there seemed to be a good amount of truth to the statement.
She started to turn away from the screen when she paused, putting her hand on Jenny's shoulder and squeezing. "There is no one I trust this ship, its crew and its 'VIP' passengers to more than you, and that includes myself most days. Keep her safe and we'll figure out any curveballs together," she said, giving Jenny one more squeeze before starting her trek towards the back of the bridge and the lift down.
"Oh, tell Coleman to have two team ready just in case... otherwise, I promised I wouldn't reenact the Alamo as Santa Ana but there's still plenty of other Earth battles that I could choose," she joked from the upper deck before stepping into the turbolift.
>> Shuttle Bay >>
Edited by Capt Tyra Crawford, Star Date 22105.17 @ 17:23 (05:23 PM).
Posted Star Date 22105.28 @ 16:41 (04:41 PM)
Ed settled into the chair and pulled up the most recent scans of the area. It was funny and great to know that he had a Midshipman who was considered capable enough to look after the Science console on the Bridge and go on an Away Team. The read was pretty much what he expected. Big obelisk shaped space station and one volcanic planet. The odd bit was the lack of life except he imagined for the Away Team.
He’d need to run a scan just to be sure. He was also itching to map the area. It’d give Stellar Cartography something to work through and it’d be good to continue to keep a record oft where they’d been, mostly so’s they didn’t go back. Ed had the sensors run a full spectrum scan of the station. If he got clearance he’d launch a few probes.
“Commander Braggins, I’d like to request permission to launch a few probes to map the station and the local planet. Probably class 5’s would do the job.”
There was the month-old ion emissions. Just one ship, but it looked like they’d come the same way as the Artemis and moved on. The area could definitely be filed under ‘a nice place to visit’. Between the design of the station and the state of the local planet it wasn’t the most hospitable of areas. Hopefully the Away Team would find out who had set up the station. It obvioulsy wasn't built by the Talaxians.
== GM input request, what do the sensors read off the station and are they able to detect the Away Team? ==
Edited by Cdr Edward Gregg, Star Date 22105.28 @ 16:41 (04:41 PM).
Posted Star Date 22105.31 @ 01:21 (01:21 AM)
Jenny sat heavily in her chair as Tyra left, and watched the status updates of the various departments as crew were siphoned away from their normal duties to assist in the preparation and departure of the Away Team - most people outside of qualified Shuttlebay personnel didn't realise that it took over two dozen members of the crew to prepare any auxiliary craft for launch; from shuttlebay controllers who oversaw launch and recovery to the humble shuttlecraft handlers whose job it was to position the craft ready for launch. Then there were the engineers who maintained the launch systems, the support crew who ensured the launch facilities were kept clean and the craft themselves stocked with supplies, and so on. On a ship the size of the Artemis, thirty people was barely one twentieth of the overall crew, but it was a significant investment in personnel and required teamwork in ways that no other duty station in Star Fleet did.
Boy did Jenny miss it.
Command had been very much a double-edged sword for Jenny; she relished the new challenges that it offered, but she missed the simplicity of running a department or fighter squadron. The opportunities that had opened for her since trading scarlet for crimson meant that, at the very least, her daughter would be looked after without needing to rely on the Braggins or Crawford families for support, but they had also slammed doors closed. Doors like being able to be on first-name terms with the majority of the crew, like being "one of the guys", like not having to worry about a stubborn sister-in-law who insisted on being the first into danger.
Then there was the message she had received that morning, Priority One, from Star Fleet Command. Some thoughtful soul had decided that, as she was now considered both a war hero and one of Star Fleet's foremost tactical minds, she deserved a promotion; all she had to do was say yes, and she'd be whisked away from the Artemis, from the dysfunctional family she'd lived with for years, and be installed on her own ship or in some cubicle at Star Fleet Command with a shiny fourth pip.
It sucked. And yet...
“Commander Braggins, I’d like to request permission to launch a few probes to map the station and the local planet. Probably class 5’s would do the job.”
Jenny glanced over at the Science console, where Gregg had situated himself following Alken's departure. As engrossed in her own thoughts as she was, she'd not noticed his arrival. Responding with a simple nod, Jenny returned her attention to the viewscreen as it showed the Orion docking at the bottom of the base.
So far, so good...
Posted Star Date 22106.01 @ 01:30 (01:30 AM)
Posted Star Date 22106.01 @ 22:46 (10:46 PM)
It took Ed more than a few seconds to recall that some of the crew’s children had come on the journey to the Delta Quadrant. William had been at the Halloween Party dressed as Puber T. Addams. He hadn’t been keeping track of how many youngsters were onboard, but there was only one child likely to have direct access to the Captain. That was a something that chilled him. He was wondering now why Tyra hadn’t put him in the Brig or out the nearest airlock for his impatience.
Unintentionally endangering the crew was one level of stupid, but unknowingly endangering children was not so easily dismissed. Somewhere on the ship there was a child with access to the Captain who had managed to call the Bridge. That would cause any adult to panic. Ed liked children, but he wasn’t always certain of his charms. The probes were prepped and flight paths readied he wasn’t sure he’d be able to focus on them until the recent caller had been placated if required.
Posted Star Date 22106.02 @ 13:28 (01:28 PM)
Jenny had gone back to mulling over the possibilities for her future, either leaving the family that was the Artemis or committing career suicide by turning down the promotion, when a sound distracted her. It sounded like someone was dragging a chair, but all of the chairs on the Bridge were secured to the deck for obvious reasons. Then the sound happened again, and it was coming from the armrest of the chair she was sitting in; specifically, from the speakers.
The instantly-recognisable voice of little Evie Grayson brought a smile to her face, that disappeared almost instantly; Evie knew the rules about using the direct line, it had to be something serious not just because she was bored, and the precocious toddler had usually followed those rules. Now seemed to be one of those momentary lapses, and it was down to Aunty Jenny to deal with it. How did you tell someone who wasn't quite three that their mother wasn't even on the same ship any more?
Jenny glanced up at Gregg, and silently waved him on to do whatever it was he was doing with the Probes while also indicating that she'd handle it. Taking a breath, Jenny straightened in her chair and hoped she'd be able to find a balance between being affectionate towards her niece, and still maintaining discipline on the Bridge. Someone had once told her that Starship Command wasn't much different from parenting, but there was a big difference between dealing with children, and a crew who might sometimes act like children...
"Hey Evie, sweetie. What's up? Are you okay?"
Posted Star Date 22106.06 @ 23:04 (11:04 PM)
Posted Star Date 22106.07 @ 22:18 (10:18 PM)
There wasn’t that much to station at first glance, There might be more. He’d find out soon enough, maybe. There were always new mysteries. He could reassign the other two to the planet once he was done with the station. Ed hoped he was in the clear this time, if he was really luck there’d be nothing but some prototypical geology. Somebody had been here a month ago hopefully they didn’t leave any surprises.
With the probes launched and on their designate paths Ed listened to see how Jenny was coping with Evie. It sounded ominous. Monsters under the bed was a childhood terror common mostly to Earth. He didn’t know if it occurred with children in other systems. The worst bit was in space things under a child’s bed weren’t always a figment of the child’s imagination.
Ed was curious, a common affliction to most Science officers. If there was something on the ship it should show up in the internal sensors. This was theoretical. It could be something entirely unexpected. He had to trust Jenny would know best. He’d at least be able to keep her informed if necessary.
== GM input request, do the probes pick up anything of note about the station or the planet on the first scan? Also is there something on the internal sensors that wasn’t there when the Artemis left New Talax?==
Posted Star Date 22106.08 @ 12:33 (12:33 PM)
After the first orbit, the limited information that the probes had gleaned indicated that the planet below might have once been mineral-rich before the volcanic activity had essentially turned the surface into quagmire of molten rock and toxic gases; which suggested that the base might have originally been established to facilitate in the repair and refit of mining vessels and cargo transfer to ore haulers.
Internal sensors did not detect anything untoward aboard ship, but every experienced Science Officer knew that sensors were famously unreliable at the worst possible moments.
Posted Star Date 22106.09 @ 14:21 (02:21 PM)
Alarms were already going off in Jenny's head, her maternal instinct triggered by the sudden pause and Evie's uncharacteristic shyness; the young girl was as rambunctious as most toddlers, and always wanted to talk the ears off of whoever was within earshot. For her to be quiet and pausing meant she was unwell, or that something had gone very wrong.
[I... There's...] Sniffle. [There's somet'ing here. Under m-my b-bed. I's loud.]
It was loud, it sounded like a broken impeller fan that was unsure which way it should be cycling. It was entirely possible that there was a fault in the ventilation system directly under young Evie's bed, but on the other hand, they were in the middle of basically-uncharted space with a giant hole in the front of the ship. Something could quite easily have slipped aboard and worked its way through the vents or Jeffries Tubes.
And whatever it was, if it was anything but a malfunction and a small child's imagination, might be disturbed by any Intruder Alert sirens, so this would need to be done discretely. Tapping on the armrest console, Jenny sent a message to Juice to have her report directly (and armed) to Tyra's Quarters immediately. With a nod to Eli McKenzie, now taking station at Helm to let Asil have a go at the main Tactical Console, that she was in charge, Jenny opened the weapons locker built into the side of her chair and withdrew her sidearm.
Clipping it to her belt as she rose, she bolted to her feet at the sound of alarm in Evie's voice, and vaulted the waist-high handrail that surrounded the command area, heading for the doors at the back of the Bridge.
Posted Star Date 22106.18 @ 22:16 (10:16 PM)
Ed still wasn’t up to speed with the fauna of the Delta Quadrant, subspace or otherwise. There could easily be something that could move between the layers of space. He hoped he was actually wrong, It wasn’t until he looked round that he realised that Jenny had left the Bridge. Since she hadn’t left him in charge that meant somebody else had got the nod. He hoped she had some backup, if it was actualy needed.
Ed wondered if he’d missed something. A vessel had been there, but they had left. Why had they left? Had something happened? He hoped there wasn’t something on the Artemis. He needed to take another look at the station. The Away Team was on the station. There hadn’t been any communication from them, but thankfully he wasn’t in charge. He could watch out for them from the science console. There were limits, so he was open to being wrong. He’d spent times just watching and there was a high probably of not being able to help.
== GM input request, do the probes find anything of note on the exterior of the station? ==
Posted Star Date 22106.26 @ 16:23 (04:23 PM)
The exterior of the station was worn by micrometeorite impacts and solar winds, likely decades if not centuries old. Aside from that there were no details that jumped out at him as interesting.
Until one of the probe's sensors detected a large vessel approaching from the far side of the system, with Kazon engine emissions. Though detailed information would have to wait until the ship got nearer and the planet was no longer between the Artemis and the interloper, it was unlikely to be a fight the Artemis could win in the state she was in.
Posted Star Date 22106.28 @ 22:51 (10:51 PM)
== Lieutenant Eli McKenzie ==
Posted Star Date 22106.29 @ 21:26 (09:26 PM)
“Lieutenant McKenzie, one of the probes has picked up a large vessel with Kazon engine emissions on approach.”
Ed wondered if he’d missed something. The outgoing emissions were a month old. With time the degradation of particles wouldn’t give an accurate sample, but it might be enough for even a minimal match, if it was the same vessel. He was having a bit of a Three Bears feeling seeing the vessel approach on the sensors.
He was relatively sure that someone would have done a scan for lifesigns. He had done a full spectrum sweep, but maybe a scan for lifesigns on the station was called for. Ed ran the scan while the Computer worked on a comparison of the two emission readings. The Artemis wasn’t ready for a fight. Engineering would have started work on repairs once the Away Team had given the all clear, but there had been no communication from the Away Team.
Who’s been eating my porridge? Let’s hope they’re open to a little diplomacy. Do wonder what Jenny’s found.
== GM input request, do the emission readings match and what is the result of the lifesign scan of the station? ==
Posted Star Date 22106.29 @ 23:36 (11:36 PM)
Posted Star Date 22106.29 @ 23:56 (11:56 PM)
[Crawford to Artemis. Hostiles are in bound, disengage from current position and evacuate the area immediately. Send security and medical reinforcements if possible but security of the Artemis is priority. I repeat Artemis security priority, evacuate area immediately.]