OFF: Tupalov wasn't able to post from his current location & asked me to post this for him.
ON: Day 3. 0247.
Marco sat nodding off in his chair at the conn. He had taken Josh off for the night shift as he desperately needed to sit through the existing navigational charts for this region and try to work something out, that or they'd end up splatted on some random asteroid. As he reached for his upteenth coffee cup his console flickered off, on again, and then blinked off.
Marco swore in Russian and wheeled around, the MSD and its surrounding panels on the back wall were doing the same, the few on-duty night crewman were hurridly trying to get a firm display going, with no luck. By the time he had turned back around his console was back online. He dived into the diagnostic menu, trying to bring it up before the thing went dead again. In the background he was aware of more people entering the bridge.
He checked his nav sensors on the right hand side of the console; all fine, nothing nearby. "What the...?" Marco inhaled sharply as he thew his hands forward to brace himself. The was a short, deep sound like something hitting water as the Malinche was violently thrown from warp. "Call the Keptin!"Marco called out. He hated, hated with a passion, being the duty bridge officer. Especially at night.
He tried to grab a hold of the impulse drive but the console was throwing out a series of seemingly random commands, the ship bucketed from side to side as the thrusters and impulse engines fired in different directions. Marco battled to get the engines to respond, but it was no good. Another big surge to port and Marco was on his feet, grabbing hold of anything he could as he made his way over to Ops. "Red alert!" he yelled over the shuddering ship. "It's console! Is throwing commands! Disengage the ODN relays!" he yelled to the duty Ops officer as he struggled over the rumbling ship, trying his best not to be thrown over when Malinche suddenly banked hard to starboard. "Where is Kersare?" he yelled.
A relay in the conn overloaded and a bright flash filled the dimmed bridge as it blew through the consoles' housing.
More crewmen were piling onto the bridge now. A sudden thought hit him and made him sick to his stomach; if his console throwing random commands to the engines were having this effect,then what was happening in Engineering, where consoles were linked directly to warp core control?
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Warrant Officer First Class Marco Tupalov
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
Mission 12: When In Rome
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ON: <USS Malinche, Lt Peters' Quarters, 0240>
"The time is now oh-two-thirty hours. The time is now twenty-three-hundred hours. The time is now oh-eight-hundred hours...."
Peters sat up groggily as the computer droned on with all sorts of inaccurate time statements. Statements it shouldn't have been giving at all. Peters had always preferred a buzzer as his alarm to the default announced time, and had changed the settings on the system in his quarters accordingly. "Lights."
Looking at the old-style clock on his nightstand, Peters groaned. It was 0240... merely an hour after he had finally gone to bed. "Computer, alarm off."
"The time is now twenty-twenty-hundred hours."
Peters shook his head. Now it was just getting silly. Something was on the fritz, and Peters didn't particularly feel like fixing it right now. With a sigh he pushed himself out of bed and over to an access panel.
After pulling the panel open, Peters reached up until half his arm was inside the bulkhead. Moving by feel he found the relay he wanted and pulled. With a pop the computer voice faded out and Peters removed his arm from the access panel, still holding the relay.
Staggering back towards his bed, Peters dropped the relay on his nightstand. He was just pulling the covers back up to his chin when the lights suddenly flicked off, along with his replicator panel and the terminal on his desk.
"Well, I guess I really didn't want to sleep tonight," Peters grumbled to himself. Throwing the covers back again, Peters got up and stumbled towards the closet, trying not to bump into anything on his way.
It was time to head back to Main Engineering.
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"The time is now oh-two-thirty hours. The time is now twenty-three-hundred hours. The time is now oh-eight-hundred hours...."
Peters sat up groggily as the computer droned on with all sorts of inaccurate time statements. Statements it shouldn't have been giving at all. Peters had always preferred a buzzer as his alarm to the default announced time, and had changed the settings on the system in his quarters accordingly. "Lights."
Looking at the old-style clock on his nightstand, Peters groaned. It was 0240... merely an hour after he had finally gone to bed. "Computer, alarm off."
"The time is now twenty-twenty-hundred hours."
Peters shook his head. Now it was just getting silly. Something was on the fritz, and Peters didn't particularly feel like fixing it right now. With a sigh he pushed himself out of bed and over to an access panel.
After pulling the panel open, Peters reached up until half his arm was inside the bulkhead. Moving by feel he found the relay he wanted and pulled. With a pop the computer voice faded out and Peters removed his arm from the access panel, still holding the relay.
Staggering back towards his bed, Peters dropped the relay on his nightstand. He was just pulling the covers back up to his chin when the lights suddenly flicked off, along with his replicator panel and the terminal on his desk.
"Well, I guess I really didn't want to sleep tonight," Peters grumbled to himself. Throwing the covers back again, Peters got up and stumbled towards the closet, trying not to bump into anything on his way.
It was time to head back to Main Engineering.
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Tony
AKA
Lieutenant Commander Todd Peters
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
On:
Day 3
02:00/ personal quarters
Soon after the Malinche cleared the asteroid field, Aaron left the bridge to get some sleep before the morning shift began. Barely taking time to change out of his uniform, Aaron was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
02:45 hrs
Aaron awoke in a cold sweat unsure of his surroundings. His first instinct was to reach for the phaser and tricorder he knew lay on the stand next to his bed. There was neither phaser nor tricorder on the stand, causing him to panic. Ever since the initial attack he had kept both with him 24/7, as did most the crew; for fear the shields would be overwhelmed allowing the enemy access to the ship. The bridge and main engineering would most likely be overrun quickly, and Major Krawic had drawn up a defense plan accordingly.
“Computer lights 50% illumination.”
Hopefully with better lighting he could figure out what happened to his phaser and tricorder. The lights came on as requested but at full intensity nearly blinding Aaron.
“Computer! Reduce lighting by half.” The lights were reduced but they still seemed brighter than he preferred. Making a mental note to talk to someone in engineering about the lighting in his quarters, Aaron started his search for the missing equipment.
The change in alert status on the Malinche, snapped Aaron out of his trance. It didn’t take long to ascertain what had happened but he didn’t have time to deal with it. Throwing on the same uniform he took off less than an hour ago, Aaron made his way to the bridge to see what was the cause of the alert.
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Day 3
02:00/ personal quarters
Soon after the Malinche cleared the asteroid field, Aaron left the bridge to get some sleep before the morning shift began. Barely taking time to change out of his uniform, Aaron was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
02:45 hrs
Aaron awoke in a cold sweat unsure of his surroundings. His first instinct was to reach for the phaser and tricorder he knew lay on the stand next to his bed. There was neither phaser nor tricorder on the stand, causing him to panic. Ever since the initial attack he had kept both with him 24/7, as did most the crew; for fear the shields would be overwhelmed allowing the enemy access to the ship. The bridge and main engineering would most likely be overrun quickly, and Major Krawic had drawn up a defense plan accordingly.
“Computer lights 50% illumination.”
Hopefully with better lighting he could figure out what happened to his phaser and tricorder. The lights came on as requested but at full intensity nearly blinding Aaron.
“Computer! Reduce lighting by half.” The lights were reduced but they still seemed brighter than he preferred. Making a mental note to talk to someone in engineering about the lighting in his quarters, Aaron started his search for the missing equipment.
The change in alert status on the Malinche, snapped Aaron out of his trance. It didn’t take long to ascertain what had happened but he didn’t have time to deal with it. Throwing on the same uniform he took off less than an hour ago, Aaron made his way to the bridge to see what was the cause of the alert.
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Lt. Aaron Steele
Chief Science Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<Isabel's quarters, 0255, Day 3>>
Isabel had tried going to sleep but mostly had only been successful at laying quietly in the dark. Too many things were on her mind - plaguing her to the point of being impossible to ignore. Derek, the Expanse, the ion storm...
Her door chime sounded and Isabel turned toward the door, wondering who it could be. Anything majorly important could have been said via comm badge and not many would come in the middle of the night to simply visit.
Realizing she wouldn't get any sleep, she sighed. In the darkness, she reached for her robe near the bed, "Computer, lights at 25%."
The computer gave a beep of acknowledgement and promptly turned the lights on at full capacity.
Instinctively, Isabel reached up with her hand to shield her eyes. "Computer dim lights."
Nothing.
Shaking her head, Isabel pulled on her robe and called, "Come."
She heard the door slide open as she got out of bed and walked to the doorway. A bit surprised she said, "Britney(NPC)? What is it?"
"You didn't hear, ma'am?" Britney appeared a bit confused.
"Hear what? And drop the ma'am, it's far too early for titles," Isabel replied.
The young woman hesitated for a moment, then replied, "War-err, Marco is in charge on the bridge. I went to check on things since I couldn't sleep... The bridge is mayhem, everything's going haywire!"
Isabel put out a hand to calm the Direidian, "What specifically is going on?"
Britney seemed flustered, "Sensors, engines...things are acting strangely or not at all. Marco called for you, but you didn't respond, so I came to find you."
Just what they needed.... Concerned, Isabel turned back to her room, reaching for her jacket on the back of a chair. She hadn't either bothered changing into pajamas - she was still mostly in her uniform, which was of course now rather wrinkled. Isabel took off the robe and tossed it quickly on the bed, heading for the door as she put on her jacket. "Let's go."
Britney nodded, leading the way.
Isabel had tried going to sleep but mostly had only been successful at laying quietly in the dark. Too many things were on her mind - plaguing her to the point of being impossible to ignore. Derek, the Expanse, the ion storm...
Her door chime sounded and Isabel turned toward the door, wondering who it could be. Anything majorly important could have been said via comm badge and not many would come in the middle of the night to simply visit.
Realizing she wouldn't get any sleep, she sighed. In the darkness, she reached for her robe near the bed, "Computer, lights at 25%."
The computer gave a beep of acknowledgement and promptly turned the lights on at full capacity.
Instinctively, Isabel reached up with her hand to shield her eyes. "Computer dim lights."
Nothing.
Shaking her head, Isabel pulled on her robe and called, "Come."
She heard the door slide open as she got out of bed and walked to the doorway. A bit surprised she said, "Britney(NPC)? What is it?"
"You didn't hear, ma'am?" Britney appeared a bit confused.
"Hear what? And drop the ma'am, it's far too early for titles," Isabel replied.
The young woman hesitated for a moment, then replied, "War-err, Marco is in charge on the bridge. I went to check on things since I couldn't sleep... The bridge is mayhem, everything's going haywire!"
Isabel put out a hand to calm the Direidian, "What specifically is going on?"
Britney seemed flustered, "Sensors, engines...things are acting strangely or not at all. Marco called for you, but you didn't respond, so I came to find you."
Just what they needed.... Concerned, Isabel turned back to her room, reaching for her jacket on the back of a chair. She hadn't either bothered changing into pajamas - she was still mostly in her uniform, which was of course now rather wrinkled. Isabel took off the robe and tossed it quickly on the bed, heading for the door as she put on her jacket. "Let's go."
Britney nodded, leading the way.
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
ON: <<Main Engineering, USS Malinche, MD03, 0245>>
Will approached the double doors leading to main engineering at a brisk pace. He didn't even slow to wait for them to open all the way before he strode into the room. The first thing that occurred to him was that this was not limited to his quarters. Engineers were rushing to and fro, all moving frantically about, trying to figure out what was going on. Figuring the best point to start was at the top, Will set out in search of Lt. Peters.
Peters stumbled groggily into Main Engineering, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The lights here were mostly off, with a few emergency lamps trying to illuminate the large area surrounding the Warp Core. That, at least, was still functioning normally. Looking around, Peters spotted Lieutenant Schultz near the middle of the room. "Something I can help you with, Lieutenant?"
"I was just going to ask you the same thing," Will said, "A bit early to be having a systems-wide failure, isn't it?" He tried to sound as if he was joking, making light of the situation.
"It's always too early for a system-wide failure," Peters replied as he headed towards the replicator. He hoped it was working, as he was going to need coffee... and lots of it.
"Well, my quarters are down completely, so...I've got nothing better to do than help down here," Will replied.
Peters was about to reply when the deck lurched underneath him, practically hurling him towards the replicator panel. Instants later the ship lurched back the other way, then forward, back, port, back, starboard, forward. The random motions continued and Peters yelled for a status report as he struggled to maintain his footing.
"Either someone's gone nuts on the bridge, or the failures have spread to Flight Control. All propulsion systems are receiving random firing commands," Altin replied, clinging to his console a if it were the only boat in the midst of an ocean.
"Could something be interfering with the command functions," Will asked, taking a seat and using one hand to grip the edge of the console while using the other to attempt to access system diagnostics.
"Shut down all engines! And lock down the tactical systems too, in case this keeps spreading." Peters shook his head. This was NOT his night.
"You know, I seem to remember a quote by Captain Scott some time ago," Will said, jabbing at the console, "The more they overthink the plumbing, the easier it is to stop up the drain...or something like that."
"Well our drain's stopped, but I'm more worried about what's stopping it at the moment than how to simplify the plumbing," Peters replied. The ship lurched again as the Warp Core's familiar blue glow faded. A low, descending hum sounded as the core powered down. Unfortunately the ship kept on lurching, which meant Impulse power and the thrusters were still online.
"System shutdowns aren't responding," Lt. Summers (NPC) reported, coming up behind the two senior officers.
"Really sorry about this, lieutenant," Will said to Peters, "but I can't think of a quicker way to shut her down. I promise to clean-up afterward." Tapping a few commands into his console, Will hoped to trick the computer into thinking there was a power overflow in the system relays. As he shunted power through another system, a nearby relay exploded in a shower of sparks.
"Oops," Will said, hands dancing across the board to compensate.
"Whatever it is you're doing, TRY not to blow us all up," Peters said. Right after he spoke that ship stopped lurching in random directions and a sudden lack of an almost imperceptible hum told Peters that the Impulse Engines had been shut down. A quick check of the Flight Control command pathways told him that the thrusters were now offline as well.
"I think you did it, my friend," Peters said as he turned towards Schulz. "Assuming the Replicator works, want a cup of coffee while we try and figure out what just happened?"
"Make mine a hot chocolate," Will said, taking his hands off the board and settling back, "Dark chocolate."
"Coming right up" Peters replied. With a moment's thought, he tapped his commbadge. "Peters to Captain Kersare. Sorry about the roller coaster. I want to figure out what caused it before we try restarting the engines."
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A JP by
Tony
AKA
Lieutenant Todd Peters
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Will approached the double doors leading to main engineering at a brisk pace. He didn't even slow to wait for them to open all the way before he strode into the room. The first thing that occurred to him was that this was not limited to his quarters. Engineers were rushing to and fro, all moving frantically about, trying to figure out what was going on. Figuring the best point to start was at the top, Will set out in search of Lt. Peters.
Peters stumbled groggily into Main Engineering, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The lights here were mostly off, with a few emergency lamps trying to illuminate the large area surrounding the Warp Core. That, at least, was still functioning normally. Looking around, Peters spotted Lieutenant Schultz near the middle of the room. "Something I can help you with, Lieutenant?"
"I was just going to ask you the same thing," Will said, "A bit early to be having a systems-wide failure, isn't it?" He tried to sound as if he was joking, making light of the situation.
"It's always too early for a system-wide failure," Peters replied as he headed towards the replicator. He hoped it was working, as he was going to need coffee... and lots of it.
"Well, my quarters are down completely, so...I've got nothing better to do than help down here," Will replied.
Peters was about to reply when the deck lurched underneath him, practically hurling him towards the replicator panel. Instants later the ship lurched back the other way, then forward, back, port, back, starboard, forward. The random motions continued and Peters yelled for a status report as he struggled to maintain his footing.
"Either someone's gone nuts on the bridge, or the failures have spread to Flight Control. All propulsion systems are receiving random firing commands," Altin replied, clinging to his console a if it were the only boat in the midst of an ocean.
"Could something be interfering with the command functions," Will asked, taking a seat and using one hand to grip the edge of the console while using the other to attempt to access system diagnostics.
"Shut down all engines! And lock down the tactical systems too, in case this keeps spreading." Peters shook his head. This was NOT his night.
"You know, I seem to remember a quote by Captain Scott some time ago," Will said, jabbing at the console, "The more they overthink the plumbing, the easier it is to stop up the drain...or something like that."
"Well our drain's stopped, but I'm more worried about what's stopping it at the moment than how to simplify the plumbing," Peters replied. The ship lurched again as the Warp Core's familiar blue glow faded. A low, descending hum sounded as the core powered down. Unfortunately the ship kept on lurching, which meant Impulse power and the thrusters were still online.
"System shutdowns aren't responding," Lt. Summers (NPC) reported, coming up behind the two senior officers.
"Really sorry about this, lieutenant," Will said to Peters, "but I can't think of a quicker way to shut her down. I promise to clean-up afterward." Tapping a few commands into his console, Will hoped to trick the computer into thinking there was a power overflow in the system relays. As he shunted power through another system, a nearby relay exploded in a shower of sparks.
"Oops," Will said, hands dancing across the board to compensate.
"Whatever it is you're doing, TRY not to blow us all up," Peters said. Right after he spoke that ship stopped lurching in random directions and a sudden lack of an almost imperceptible hum told Peters that the Impulse Engines had been shut down. A quick check of the Flight Control command pathways told him that the thrusters were now offline as well.
"I think you did it, my friend," Peters said as he turned towards Schulz. "Assuming the Replicator works, want a cup of coffee while we try and figure out what just happened?"
"Make mine a hot chocolate," Will said, taking his hands off the board and settling back, "Dark chocolate."
"Coming right up" Peters replied. With a moment's thought, he tapped his commbadge. "Peters to Captain Kersare. Sorry about the roller coaster. I want to figure out what caused it before we try restarting the engines."
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A JP by
Tony
AKA
Lieutenant Todd Peters
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Lt. JG Aaron Masterson
Chief Security/Tactical Officer & 2XO
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<USS Malinche>>
<Bridge, 0245, Day 3>
Jason hated surprises. He hated them even more when they came in the form of system failures and unexplained surges that knocked him into bulkheads. All around him the systems on the bridge were winking on and off at a rather startling rate. Thankfully the engines finally shut down, which met the ship would stop rocking back and forth like they were in the middle of a storm.
"Sickbay to the bridge."
Jason tapped his combadge, openning a channel to Adam (NPC), who apparently had been called in as soon as the ship started to bounce them all over the place.
"Go ahead."
"Dare I ask what the hell is going on up there?"
"Working on it, any injuries?"
"Nothing serious so far," Adam responded. "Several fractures, a few lacerations and lots of bruises."
"I'll try and hold her still so you can sew the crew back together again."
"That would be much obliged Lt. I'll keep you advised of the situation down here."
"Understood."
It was at that moment that the lights decided to go out, plunging the bridge into darkness. A second later the emergency lights kicked on, just as Captain Kersare was exiting the turbolift.
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<Bridge, 0245, Day 3>
Jason hated surprises. He hated them even more when they came in the form of system failures and unexplained surges that knocked him into bulkheads. All around him the systems on the bridge were winking on and off at a rather startling rate. Thankfully the engines finally shut down, which met the ship would stop rocking back and forth like they were in the middle of a storm.
"Sickbay to the bridge."
Jason tapped his combadge, openning a channel to Adam (NPC), who apparently had been called in as soon as the ship started to bounce them all over the place.
"Go ahead."
"Dare I ask what the hell is going on up there?"
"Working on it, any injuries?"
"Nothing serious so far," Adam responded. "Several fractures, a few lacerations and lots of bruises."
"I'll try and hold her still so you can sew the crew back together again."
"That would be much obliged Lt. I'll keep you advised of the situation down here."
"Understood."
It was at that moment that the lights decided to go out, plunging the bridge into darkness. A second later the emergency lights kicked on, just as Captain Kersare was exiting the turbolift.
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Lieutenant Commander Jason Barrett
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<USS Malinche, Bridge, 0250, Day 3>>
Somehow, Nora wasn’t exactly surprised that her first stint on the new Bridge was anything but ordinary. To say that things were a little out of control was an understatement at best. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt quite so helpless; with all of the chaos going on around her, there was little she could do to help. Her particular talents certainly didn’t lie in the technical aspects of running a starship, and now was not exactly a the best time for a counselor such as herself to try to instill words of comfort and advice into her fellow crewmembers, though she certainly had no inclination to do any such thing.
For the moment, her attentions were focused rather beyond the crewmembers around her. Seated quietly to the left of the Captain’s chair, she kept her senses open, searching for any sort of sign that there was anything even remotely paranormal at work here. It wasn’t exactly easy, seeing as she was surrounded by a disciplined sort of pandemonium, and it certainly didn’t help that she had been thrown clear from her chair not once but twice, but at least now all was still again.
The atmosphere on the Bridge was tense, although one didn’t need telepathy to see that. Carefully compartmentalizing the simmering assortment of raw emotion emanating around her, she set to work once more to see if she could pinpoint anything unusual...
Nothing. Still, after some of the experiences she’d had, she wasn’t about to rule anything out. Running her hand through her hair, Nora continued her telepathic vigil, hoping against hope that, whatever the hell was going on, they were already through the worst.
Somehow, Nora wasn’t exactly surprised that her first stint on the new Bridge was anything but ordinary. To say that things were a little out of control was an understatement at best. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt quite so helpless; with all of the chaos going on around her, there was little she could do to help. Her particular talents certainly didn’t lie in the technical aspects of running a starship, and now was not exactly a the best time for a counselor such as herself to try to instill words of comfort and advice into her fellow crewmembers, though she certainly had no inclination to do any such thing.
For the moment, her attentions were focused rather beyond the crewmembers around her. Seated quietly to the left of the Captain’s chair, she kept her senses open, searching for any sort of sign that there was anything even remotely paranormal at work here. It wasn’t exactly easy, seeing as she was surrounded by a disciplined sort of pandemonium, and it certainly didn’t help that she had been thrown clear from her chair not once but twice, but at least now all was still again.
The atmosphere on the Bridge was tense, although one didn’t need telepathy to see that. Carefully compartmentalizing the simmering assortment of raw emotion emanating around her, she set to work once more to see if she could pinpoint anything unusual...
Nothing. Still, after some of the experiences she’d had, she wasn’t about to rule anything out. Running her hand through her hair, Nora continued her telepathic vigil, hoping against hope that, whatever the hell was going on, they were already through the worst.
Commander Nora Zeral
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
OOC - let's see if i can remember how to do this...
ON:
<CIO Office, Day 3, 0256>
“Open the door, get on the floor, everybody walk the dinosaur”
Jack awoke with a start and sat bolt upright, the PADD that was stuck to his cheek falling back down to the desk. “What the...” he said as he looked round the room trying to work out what was going on.
“Boom boom acka-lacka lacka boom. Boom boom acka-lacka boom boom”
It took him a few moments in his barely awake state to work out that it was loud music that had woken him from whatever short amount of sleep he had managed to get. “Computer, discontinue music!” he yelled over the din filling the room. The music dutifully stopped and took a deep breath and looked at the computer screen to find the time however upon looking he noticed a long list of reports from various departments filling the screen, “Oh...”
This posting was nothing if not eventful he thought to himself as he breezed through the reports quickly, he then remembered the research he had been doing before he fell asleep, it had been his first proper assignment since taking a short break from duty to heal from his myriad of injuries he had received over the past couple of weeks.
With everything doing on he thought the captain would most likely be up and on the bridge and he tapped his combadge to check, a second later the reply came booming back, “Open the door, get on the floor, everybody kill the dinosaur. Open the...” he hit the badge again quickly before it could continue and sighed.
He picked up the PADD and walked towards the door, maybe it would just be quicker and easier to head up to check himself. The door slide open and he walked into a corridor that was a hive of activity for 3am, people walking all round in the flickering lights.
He walked to the nearest turbolift, pressed the call button and entered, just as he was about to request his destination his combadge beeped, he tapped it instinctively and immediately regretted it.
“Boom boom acka-lacka lacka boom. Boom boom acka-lacka boom boom.”
Jack sighed.
“Bridge”
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OOC - hope that doesnt clash with whats been established or anything, if it does, let me know
ON:
<CIO Office, Day 3, 0256>
“Open the door, get on the floor, everybody walk the dinosaur”
Jack awoke with a start and sat bolt upright, the PADD that was stuck to his cheek falling back down to the desk. “What the...” he said as he looked round the room trying to work out what was going on.
“Boom boom acka-lacka lacka boom. Boom boom acka-lacka boom boom”
It took him a few moments in his barely awake state to work out that it was loud music that had woken him from whatever short amount of sleep he had managed to get. “Computer, discontinue music!” he yelled over the din filling the room. The music dutifully stopped and took a deep breath and looked at the computer screen to find the time however upon looking he noticed a long list of reports from various departments filling the screen, “Oh...”
This posting was nothing if not eventful he thought to himself as he breezed through the reports quickly, he then remembered the research he had been doing before he fell asleep, it had been his first proper assignment since taking a short break from duty to heal from his myriad of injuries he had received over the past couple of weeks.
With everything doing on he thought the captain would most likely be up and on the bridge and he tapped his combadge to check, a second later the reply came booming back, “Open the door, get on the floor, everybody kill the dinosaur. Open the...” he hit the badge again quickly before it could continue and sighed.
He picked up the PADD and walked towards the door, maybe it would just be quicker and easier to head up to check himself. The door slide open and he walked into a corridor that was a hive of activity for 3am, people walking all round in the flickering lights.
He walked to the nearest turbolift, pressed the call button and entered, just as he was about to request his destination his combadge beeped, he tapped it instinctively and immediately regretted it.
“Boom boom acka-lacka lacka boom. Boom boom acka-lacka boom boom.”
Jack sighed.
“Bridge”
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OOC - hope that doesnt clash with whats been established or anything, if it does, let me know
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Lieutenant Jonathan "Jack" Hawkins
Acting Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
ON: Day 3. 0251. Bridge.
Marco stumbled back down to the conn as Malinche rumbled. "Internal systems are fluctuating!" came a report from someone at the aft of the bridge. He fell as he reached the command platform and grabbed Barrett’s chair to steady himself. He nodded at Barrett. If internal sensors and communications and the like were going offline they were in trouble.
"We're losing control of all systems!" Came another report.
The ship began to stop shaking so violently and reduced to a continuous tremble. "Is there anything out there?" Marco asked, looking at his lifeless helm console.
"I can't say" someone reported. "Sensors are offline."
"Emergency full stop! Anybody!" Marco called, hoping someone at least could bring Malinche to a halt. Just then, Kersare walked off the turbolift, which he noticed was completely dark and only two thirds of the way into the bridge housing. "Keptin!" he yelled over the busy chatter between the bridge crew as Kersare took a giant step up to the bridge deck.
Isabel, finally managing to get to the bridge, surveyed the scene. Her eyes moving quickly, she spotted Marco and moved purposefully toward him. "What happened?"
"Engines report as offline" a crewman shouted from the back of the bridge. At least Engineering had done their bit.
Marco shook his head and looked around, bewildered. "I do not know Keptin. All systems have been going crazy, we've lost internal sensors, comms, all major systems are also affected." He looked back around the bridge. "The helm was throwing random commands to the impulse systems, so the ODN lines have been shut down, there appears to be something affecting the command and control functions of every system...I do not know any more."
Marco was just as confused as anyone, all he knew was something was very wrong. He was aware of Barrett moving about the bridge giving orders and obtaining status reports, Marco was willing the young man to hurry the hell up so Marco could go back to the relative safety of the helm.
"When did this start and has it been going on continually since then?" Standing next to her center chair, she tapped at one of the side consoles, bringing up some of the logs.
Marco looked back at Kersare; "A few minutes ago on the bridge ma'am," he looked around, "but who knows if it was before that anywhere else." Marco looked over at the ops station which, among the rest, seemed to have almost stopped flickering. Just as a wave of cautious optimism came over him, all the bridge emergency lights failed - leaving the bridge crew illuminated solely by the consoles as they flicked off and on occassionally. "Check life support if you can."
Jason really didn't like the idea of being tossed around the inside of his own ship; even more so when they couldn't explain exactly what was going on. This was going to be one of those mysteries that would nag at him until he managed to find an answer. Moving toward the operations station, Jason did his best to call up a status report.
"Life support appears to be functioning on all decks so far," Jason reported. "But that’s about all I can tell you, looks like internal sensors are still off-line." He looked back to Kersare, "and yes ma'am, continually. The systems and consoles started to fluctuate, soon after the helm went crazy, I can't speak for the other systems."
Marco wiped his forehead with his sleeve. "Were there other oddities on your way to the bridge Keptin?"
"Other than the turbolift?" Isabel paused, "Yes, the computer wasn't following my commands regarding lighting in my quarters properly. Otherwise, I've not been made aware of anything." She looked over at Jason, "Lieutenant?"
"None of this is making any sense. Sickbay is reporting multiple wounded, mostly minor injuries but Adam (NPC) reports that they have at least one critical and two serious that they are dealing with," Jason stated, looking up from the display. "I'm still running a check through the other systems now but as far as I can tell there doesn't seem to be any pattern at all developing here."
Isabel nodded, “Alright, has anyone heard from Peters, Schulz, Steele, or Quaid?” Seeing the others shake their heads, she tapped her comm badge, “Kersare to—“
As she started to speak, music came through the comm badge, “Well I…I set my sights on you.”
Quickly Isabel closed the channel. “Add internal ship communications to the list… Lieutenant Barrett, see what you can do about getting status reports from Engineering, Operations, Science, and Security/Tactical. Ms. Liras, have we heard anything from Hawkins?” The information he hopefully had would come in handy right about now..
“No, ma’am – as far as I know he was preparing the reports for you for later in the morning,” Britney replied.
It seemed they were in the dark – figuratively and at times literally. Isabel hoped that the Department Heads were already working on the issues, otherwise they should, theoretically, be making their way to the Bridge. Right now she could use all of them on the bridge, really. It would be helpful to have a second person on the bridge for each department, especially if the other person was the Department Head.
“Mr. Tupalov, try running some diagnostics to see if there’s anything wrong with navigational controls themselves. I’d hate to get everything else working, only to be running blind,” Isabel said. Sitting down, she turned to Nora, “Have you picked up on anything?”
OFF: Tag Zeral/Hawkins...and well...everyone
JP brought to you by:
Warrant Officer First Class Marco Tupalov
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Lieutenant Jason Barrett
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
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Marco stumbled back down to the conn as Malinche rumbled. "Internal systems are fluctuating!" came a report from someone at the aft of the bridge. He fell as he reached the command platform and grabbed Barrett’s chair to steady himself. He nodded at Barrett. If internal sensors and communications and the like were going offline they were in trouble.
"We're losing control of all systems!" Came another report.
The ship began to stop shaking so violently and reduced to a continuous tremble. "Is there anything out there?" Marco asked, looking at his lifeless helm console.
"I can't say" someone reported. "Sensors are offline."
"Emergency full stop! Anybody!" Marco called, hoping someone at least could bring Malinche to a halt. Just then, Kersare walked off the turbolift, which he noticed was completely dark and only two thirds of the way into the bridge housing. "Keptin!" he yelled over the busy chatter between the bridge crew as Kersare took a giant step up to the bridge deck.
Isabel, finally managing to get to the bridge, surveyed the scene. Her eyes moving quickly, she spotted Marco and moved purposefully toward him. "What happened?"
"Engines report as offline" a crewman shouted from the back of the bridge. At least Engineering had done their bit.
Marco shook his head and looked around, bewildered. "I do not know Keptin. All systems have been going crazy, we've lost internal sensors, comms, all major systems are also affected." He looked back around the bridge. "The helm was throwing random commands to the impulse systems, so the ODN lines have been shut down, there appears to be something affecting the command and control functions of every system...I do not know any more."
Marco was just as confused as anyone, all he knew was something was very wrong. He was aware of Barrett moving about the bridge giving orders and obtaining status reports, Marco was willing the young man to hurry the hell up so Marco could go back to the relative safety of the helm.
"When did this start and has it been going on continually since then?" Standing next to her center chair, she tapped at one of the side consoles, bringing up some of the logs.
Marco looked back at Kersare; "A few minutes ago on the bridge ma'am," he looked around, "but who knows if it was before that anywhere else." Marco looked over at the ops station which, among the rest, seemed to have almost stopped flickering. Just as a wave of cautious optimism came over him, all the bridge emergency lights failed - leaving the bridge crew illuminated solely by the consoles as they flicked off and on occassionally. "Check life support if you can."
Jason really didn't like the idea of being tossed around the inside of his own ship; even more so when they couldn't explain exactly what was going on. This was going to be one of those mysteries that would nag at him until he managed to find an answer. Moving toward the operations station, Jason did his best to call up a status report.
"Life support appears to be functioning on all decks so far," Jason reported. "But that’s about all I can tell you, looks like internal sensors are still off-line." He looked back to Kersare, "and yes ma'am, continually. The systems and consoles started to fluctuate, soon after the helm went crazy, I can't speak for the other systems."
Marco wiped his forehead with his sleeve. "Were there other oddities on your way to the bridge Keptin?"
"Other than the turbolift?" Isabel paused, "Yes, the computer wasn't following my commands regarding lighting in my quarters properly. Otherwise, I've not been made aware of anything." She looked over at Jason, "Lieutenant?"
"None of this is making any sense. Sickbay is reporting multiple wounded, mostly minor injuries but Adam (NPC) reports that they have at least one critical and two serious that they are dealing with," Jason stated, looking up from the display. "I'm still running a check through the other systems now but as far as I can tell there doesn't seem to be any pattern at all developing here."
Isabel nodded, “Alright, has anyone heard from Peters, Schulz, Steele, or Quaid?” Seeing the others shake their heads, she tapped her comm badge, “Kersare to—“
As she started to speak, music came through the comm badge, “Well I…I set my sights on you.”
Quickly Isabel closed the channel. “Add internal ship communications to the list… Lieutenant Barrett, see what you can do about getting status reports from Engineering, Operations, Science, and Security/Tactical. Ms. Liras, have we heard anything from Hawkins?” The information he hopefully had would come in handy right about now..
“No, ma’am – as far as I know he was preparing the reports for you for later in the morning,” Britney replied.
It seemed they were in the dark – figuratively and at times literally. Isabel hoped that the Department Heads were already working on the issues, otherwise they should, theoretically, be making their way to the Bridge. Right now she could use all of them on the bridge, really. It would be helpful to have a second person on the bridge for each department, especially if the other person was the Department Head.
“Mr. Tupalov, try running some diagnostics to see if there’s anything wrong with navigational controls themselves. I’d hate to get everything else working, only to be running blind,” Isabel said. Sitting down, she turned to Nora, “Have you picked up on anything?”
OFF: Tag Zeral/Hawkins...and well...everyone
JP brought to you by:
Warrant Officer First Class Marco Tupalov
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Lieutenant Jason Barrett
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
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Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
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Deck 4/ 02:50/ Day 3
Exiting his quarters, Aaron tapped his commbadge only to be bombarded by random music. Music from where, he wasn’t sure, but in the short time he had been off duty things had gone from bad to worse. Stopping a random enlisted person on the corridor, Aaron asked if they had any pressing duties to attend to.
“Well… I, I don’t know sir. Security training didn’t cover dealing with a possessed ship.”
“It does seem like the ship is possessed doesn’t it.”
Aaron found the crewman’s expression an ample metaphor for whatever was happening.
“In that case I need you to deliver a message for me. Make your way to the science labs on deck 8 and find whoever is in charge. If they are able to get any information regarding our current situation, and I do mean ANY information, it should be downloaded into a PADD and delivered to the bridge. All nonessential projects and experiments are to be suspended until further notice. I realize this may set back some of them drastically, but for now I think it’s best.”
After having the crewman repeat back the message, Aaron set off towards the bridge. Instinctively he headed towards the nearest turbolift but soon decided against it. It was hard to tell at the current time what systems were working and what ones weren’t. He didn’t want to get stuck in a turbolift until such time a solution could be found to the problems plaguing the Malinche. As he started the upwards climb to the bridge, he forced himself to focus on the task at hand. Dealing with a crisis situation was enough of a strain on a person who was fully sane, but Aaron could only hope that his PTSD would stay buried long enough to fully deal with whatever was happening.
Bridge
02:55 hrs
Aaron emerged from the hatch at the back of the bridge much to the surprise of those present.
“Sorry I’m late Captain, you’ll forgive me for not trusting the turbolifts right now. I’ve sent orders to science to hand deliver any information that even remotely connects to whatever this is.”
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Deck 4/ 02:50/ Day 3
Exiting his quarters, Aaron tapped his commbadge only to be bombarded by random music. Music from where, he wasn’t sure, but in the short time he had been off duty things had gone from bad to worse. Stopping a random enlisted person on the corridor, Aaron asked if they had any pressing duties to attend to.
“Well… I, I don’t know sir. Security training didn’t cover dealing with a possessed ship.”
“It does seem like the ship is possessed doesn’t it.”
Aaron found the crewman’s expression an ample metaphor for whatever was happening.
“In that case I need you to deliver a message for me. Make your way to the science labs on deck 8 and find whoever is in charge. If they are able to get any information regarding our current situation, and I do mean ANY information, it should be downloaded into a PADD and delivered to the bridge. All nonessential projects and experiments are to be suspended until further notice. I realize this may set back some of them drastically, but for now I think it’s best.”
After having the crewman repeat back the message, Aaron set off towards the bridge. Instinctively he headed towards the nearest turbolift but soon decided against it. It was hard to tell at the current time what systems were working and what ones weren’t. He didn’t want to get stuck in a turbolift until such time a solution could be found to the problems plaguing the Malinche. As he started the upwards climb to the bridge, he forced himself to focus on the task at hand. Dealing with a crisis situation was enough of a strain on a person who was fully sane, but Aaron could only hope that his PTSD would stay buried long enough to fully deal with whatever was happening.
Bridge
02:55 hrs
Aaron emerged from the hatch at the back of the bridge much to the surprise of those present.
“Sorry I’m late Captain, you’ll forgive me for not trusting the turbolifts right now. I’ve sent orders to science to hand deliver any information that even remotely connects to whatever this is.”
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TAG:
CO
Lt. Aaron Steele
Chief Science Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<Bridge, Day 3, 0302>
About half way through the turbolift’s journey to the bridge Jack had a flashback to the last time he rode one to the bridge and the ensuing concussion and immediately regretted the decision, he should have realised that it might not have been the best idea since others seemed to be giving the lift a wide berth. He braced himself against a small hand rail for the duration of the ride, this could have been embarrassing had anyone seen him when the doors opened but luckily for him everyone was focused on their tasks and darting around.
The bridge seemed dark, only lit by a few console that seemed to be flickering, he was only able to see out now because the turbolift’s lighting still seemed to be working and was illuminating the bridge, if only a slight amount.
He was actually more than surprised that the lift had arrived without incident, he straightened up and tried to walk confidently onto the bridge, an ambition that the lift conspired to prevent him from achieving.
As he was about to step onto the bridge he decided to make a quip, “Someone forget to put fuel in the warpcore?” he said it loudly and a few heads turned to see what was doing on just as one side of the turbolift’s doors slid closed causing him to collide with it, the bang this resulted in was enough to get more heads turned towards him.
He sighed once again, “Think I’d have learnt by now...” he said to himself as he walked onto the bridge trying to find those in charge.
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About half way through the turbolift’s journey to the bridge Jack had a flashback to the last time he rode one to the bridge and the ensuing concussion and immediately regretted the decision, he should have realised that it might not have been the best idea since others seemed to be giving the lift a wide berth. He braced himself against a small hand rail for the duration of the ride, this could have been embarrassing had anyone seen him when the doors opened but luckily for him everyone was focused on their tasks and darting around.
The bridge seemed dark, only lit by a few console that seemed to be flickering, he was only able to see out now because the turbolift’s lighting still seemed to be working and was illuminating the bridge, if only a slight amount.
He was actually more than surprised that the lift had arrived without incident, he straightened up and tried to walk confidently onto the bridge, an ambition that the lift conspired to prevent him from achieving.
As he was about to step onto the bridge he decided to make a quip, “Someone forget to put fuel in the warpcore?” he said it loudly and a few heads turned to see what was doing on just as one side of the turbolift’s doors slid closed causing him to collide with it, the bang this resulted in was enough to get more heads turned towards him.
He sighed once again, “Think I’d have learnt by now...” he said to himself as he walked onto the bridge trying to find those in charge.
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USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
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ON: <USS Malinche, Main Engineering, 0310, Day 3>
Peters had been surprised, but not greatly so, when his attempt to contact Captain Kersare had been met with a burst of music, rather than a response from the Captain. Somehow that kind of random malfunction just seemed to fit this ship and his tour of duty so far. At this point, Peters didn't think he'd be surprised to see a column of Jem'Hadar marching through the corridors singing "Hi ho, Hi ho, It's off to work we go..."
"Sir?" Cadet Altin interrupted Peters musings. "We've finished the diagnostic on the communications systems. Everything checks out fine."
Peters nodded and tapped his commbadge. Before he could even think of who to try contacting, music flooded the room. "It's a miracle! A true-blue spectacle, a miracle come true!"
"You tell 'em, Barry," Peters muttered with a shake of his head. Pulling the worthless commbadge off his uniform jacket, Peters set it on top of the nearest console, leaving it on to monitor when communications started behaving again, then climbed back into the access panel he'd just climbed out of.
"So let's see..." Peters mused as he looked at the diagnostic unit he'd plugged into the engine control circuits, "It's not the primary command relays... it's not the secondary relays... it's not the override circuits... not the power transfer command circuitry. All right, I admit it... I'm stumped. There's not a system on this ship that's visibly malfunctioning, and yet, everything is."
"I write the songs that make the whole world sing..." the voice of a long-dead singer continued to serenade the tired, stressed, and confuddled Engineering staff. Peters thought about turning it off, since it was just an indication of another system that was acting in incomprehensible ways, but decided that as long as the music wasn't a Klingon Opera, he may as well leave it on. It might raise someone's spirits.
At that thought, Peters felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. With a shiver, Peters wondered what that reaction was from. With a shrug he chalked it up to fatigue and went back to running diagnostics on every engine control system he could think of.
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Peters had been surprised, but not greatly so, when his attempt to contact Captain Kersare had been met with a burst of music, rather than a response from the Captain. Somehow that kind of random malfunction just seemed to fit this ship and his tour of duty so far. At this point, Peters didn't think he'd be surprised to see a column of Jem'Hadar marching through the corridors singing "Hi ho, Hi ho, It's off to work we go..."
"Sir?" Cadet Altin interrupted Peters musings. "We've finished the diagnostic on the communications systems. Everything checks out fine."
Peters nodded and tapped his commbadge. Before he could even think of who to try contacting, music flooded the room. "It's a miracle! A true-blue spectacle, a miracle come true!"
"You tell 'em, Barry," Peters muttered with a shake of his head. Pulling the worthless commbadge off his uniform jacket, Peters set it on top of the nearest console, leaving it on to monitor when communications started behaving again, then climbed back into the access panel he'd just climbed out of.
"So let's see..." Peters mused as he looked at the diagnostic unit he'd plugged into the engine control circuits, "It's not the primary command relays... it's not the secondary relays... it's not the override circuits... not the power transfer command circuitry. All right, I admit it... I'm stumped. There's not a system on this ship that's visibly malfunctioning, and yet, everything is."
"I write the songs that make the whole world sing..." the voice of a long-dead singer continued to serenade the tired, stressed, and confuddled Engineering staff. Peters thought about turning it off, since it was just an indication of another system that was acting in incomprehensible ways, but decided that as long as the music wasn't a Klingon Opera, he may as well leave it on. It might raise someone's spirits.
At that thought, Peters felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. With a shiver, Peters wondered what that reaction was from. With a shrug he chalked it up to fatigue and went back to running diagnostics on every engine control system he could think of.
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Tony
AKA
Lieutenant Commander Todd Peters
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<Bridge, 0255, Day 3>>
Aaron emerged from the hatch at the back of the bridge much to the surprise of those present.
"Sorry I'm late Captain, you'll forgive me for not trusting the turbolifts right now. I've sent orders to science to hand deliver any information that even remotely connects to whatever this is."
Isabel turned to see Aaron appear at the back of the bridge and raised an eyebrow.
"Can't say I blame you about not trusting the turbolifts - I already had a run in with one," she replied, motioning towards the turbolift that had made it partway onto the bridge.
"In that case it's even better I took the long way around."
Aaron took his usual spot at science 1 even though he wasn't sure what good it would do.
"What have you seen, Mr. Steele? I've mostly been getting reports of flickering or no lights, random songs through the comm badges, and the engines were acting up... Not to mention the sensor issue earlier," she said.
"More of the same I'm afraid, the lights in my quarters came on but not at the intensity requested. Others reported similar occurrences as you have already mentioned. This ship seems to attract as much trouble as the Enterprise does. As one crewman aptly put it, his training didn't cover possessed ships."
Nodding, Isabel further inquired, "Any further information about the sensor difficulties?"
"Not really, as you know sensors returned to normal once we cleared the asteroid field only to act up again a few hours later along with every other system on board. We've traveled enough distance that either this is unrelated to the last set of problems, or we picked up some sort of virus that is now asserting itself. My research on previous ships didn't turn up much but I came across references to the Anzac, an Ambassador class vessel that passed through this region in 2339. What I was able to find was more the stuff of legend than hard evidence."
Isabel made a mental note to check with Jack about the Anzac - perhaps it would be in the report he was preparing, "Oh?"
Aaron lowered his voice so it wouldn't carry throughout the whole bridge.
"They were chasing a Gorn ship through the expanse. The Anzac reported to Starbase Minerva that they had lost the ship on sensors and that communications were acting up. They were than ordered to return to the base, their communication acknowledging this was the last one received, although it was garbled. From there the stories vary but the most common ending is that the ship returns on autopilot with the escape pods and log buoy ejected. A joint JAG and Corps of Engineers investigation failed to produce solid answers, the ship was beat up but still capable to sustaining life. I've asked Dr. Trot & Ensign Ward to do more research on this and other accounts of ships with similar problems as ours even if they weren't in the expanse."
"Interesting. You may want to coordinate with Lieutenant Hawkins - he's been preparing me a list of ships that have had trouble in the Expanse," Isabel replied. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Jack step onto the bridge...maybe he already had more information.
"Will do Captain, in the mean time I'll see if there's anyway we can get a message of our own to Minerva. With any luck we won't end up like the Anzac."
Isabel nodded,
"I certainly hope we don't. You might want to get in touch with Mr. Schulz and Mr. Peters to try to figure out what's been going on with the sensors. Let me know if you find out anything."
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Jp
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
&
Aaron emerged from the hatch at the back of the bridge much to the surprise of those present.
"Sorry I'm late Captain, you'll forgive me for not trusting the turbolifts right now. I've sent orders to science to hand deliver any information that even remotely connects to whatever this is."
Isabel turned to see Aaron appear at the back of the bridge and raised an eyebrow.
"Can't say I blame you about not trusting the turbolifts - I already had a run in with one," she replied, motioning towards the turbolift that had made it partway onto the bridge.
"In that case it's even better I took the long way around."
Aaron took his usual spot at science 1 even though he wasn't sure what good it would do.
"What have you seen, Mr. Steele? I've mostly been getting reports of flickering or no lights, random songs through the comm badges, and the engines were acting up... Not to mention the sensor issue earlier," she said.
"More of the same I'm afraid, the lights in my quarters came on but not at the intensity requested. Others reported similar occurrences as you have already mentioned. This ship seems to attract as much trouble as the Enterprise does. As one crewman aptly put it, his training didn't cover possessed ships."
Nodding, Isabel further inquired, "Any further information about the sensor difficulties?"
"Not really, as you know sensors returned to normal once we cleared the asteroid field only to act up again a few hours later along with every other system on board. We've traveled enough distance that either this is unrelated to the last set of problems, or we picked up some sort of virus that is now asserting itself. My research on previous ships didn't turn up much but I came across references to the Anzac, an Ambassador class vessel that passed through this region in 2339. What I was able to find was more the stuff of legend than hard evidence."
Isabel made a mental note to check with Jack about the Anzac - perhaps it would be in the report he was preparing, "Oh?"
Aaron lowered his voice so it wouldn't carry throughout the whole bridge.
"They were chasing a Gorn ship through the expanse. The Anzac reported to Starbase Minerva that they had lost the ship on sensors and that communications were acting up. They were than ordered to return to the base, their communication acknowledging this was the last one received, although it was garbled. From there the stories vary but the most common ending is that the ship returns on autopilot with the escape pods and log buoy ejected. A joint JAG and Corps of Engineers investigation failed to produce solid answers, the ship was beat up but still capable to sustaining life. I've asked Dr. Trot & Ensign Ward to do more research on this and other accounts of ships with similar problems as ours even if they weren't in the expanse."
"Interesting. You may want to coordinate with Lieutenant Hawkins - he's been preparing me a list of ships that have had trouble in the Expanse," Isabel replied. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Jack step onto the bridge...maybe he already had more information.
"Will do Captain, in the mean time I'll see if there's anyway we can get a message of our own to Minerva. With any luck we won't end up like the Anzac."
Isabel nodded,
"I certainly hope we don't. You might want to get in touch with Mr. Schulz and Mr. Peters to try to figure out what's been going on with the sensors. Let me know if you find out anything."
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Jp
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
&
Lt. Aaron Steele
Chief Science Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<USS Malinche>>
<Bridge, 0255, Day 3>
Jason nodded, tapping several icons on his own display. He got nothing, not that it really surprised him. Apparently whatever was going on had decided to make his job very difficult. Cursing under his breath he stood up, grabbing a flashlight, phaser, and tricorder from the storage locker.
"Going somewhere?" Isabel asked.
"Can't raise engineering or anyone else for that matter," Jason stated. "I really don't like where this is going. I'm going to head to engineering, maybe stop by Quaid's office to see where he disappeared too."
"Good idea," Isabel responded.
"Steele, send the status reports to my tricorder as soon as you get them," Jason ordered, heading toward the lift.
Both officers nodded in understanding as the doors closed behind Jason. He didn't really trust the interface so he programmed the destination manually. Surprisingly enough the ride down was pretty smooth, at leat until he stepped out onto deck 4. Smoke from a ruptured coolant line floated along the floor, cursing Jason tapped his combadge, hoping that he could get a channel open to the bridge.
"Barrett to Kersare."
Nothing but static. Jason swore and headed off around the bend, stopping when he saw Quaid's office. He entered his override code when the door wouldn't open and stepped into a room that looked like it had been hit with a F5 tornado. Furniture was everywhere as well as PADDs and various personnel effects. A blood smear was present on the side of one wall, near a bulkhead. Jason headed back out of the room, deciding that sickbay should probably be his next stop.
As he came around the corner something caught his attention in side of his vision. He swung around, unholstering his phaser and pointing it....well, nothing. Jason shook his head, trying to ignore the feelings of dread that were creeping up and knotting his stomach. Something was not right, very not right. He was back in the turbolift a few moments later.
<Sickbay, 0315>
Jason entered sickbay to find a situation that mirrored the bridge. Displays flickered on and off and things were strewn all over the place. Most of the biobeds were occupied; that wasn't really a good sign.
"Thank god you're here!"
Jason turned around to see Adam (NPC) hurrying toward him.
"You look like you have had better days, you haven't seen Quaid around have you?"
Adam gestured to a biobed.
"Is he going to be ok?"
"He'll be fine, just took one hell of a bump on the head during out little fun with the engines. I have most of the injuries taken care of, we have been trying to get through to the bridge for awhile now."
"Internal communications are out," Jason responded.
Jason headed over to an access port, taking off the cover to reach the circuitry inside. He took his tricorder and began to take it apart, plugging the subspace transciever into the ship com unit. This had worked once before when they were on the Hale but he wasn't sure if it would hold true this time.
"Barrett to Kersare."
"Go ahead."
The response was slightly muffled but otherwise readable.
"I've got communications back with sickbay, seems Quaid took a tumble in that fun with the engines, Adam says he's stable though. I'm going to head down to engineering now."
"Understood."
"Oh there is also a coolant leak on deck 4 you might want to have someone checkout."
"I'll make sure Peters knows, although you might want to tell him. You're probably going to see him before we will."
"Will do."
With that said, they cut the channel. Jason sighed and then gave Adam a quick kiss before heading out the door and toward engineering.
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<Bridge, 0255, Day 3>
Jason nodded, tapping several icons on his own display. He got nothing, not that it really surprised him. Apparently whatever was going on had decided to make his job very difficult. Cursing under his breath he stood up, grabbing a flashlight, phaser, and tricorder from the storage locker.
"Going somewhere?" Isabel asked.
"Can't raise engineering or anyone else for that matter," Jason stated. "I really don't like where this is going. I'm going to head to engineering, maybe stop by Quaid's office to see where he disappeared too."
"Good idea," Isabel responded.
"Steele, send the status reports to my tricorder as soon as you get them," Jason ordered, heading toward the lift.
Both officers nodded in understanding as the doors closed behind Jason. He didn't really trust the interface so he programmed the destination manually. Surprisingly enough the ride down was pretty smooth, at leat until he stepped out onto deck 4. Smoke from a ruptured coolant line floated along the floor, cursing Jason tapped his combadge, hoping that he could get a channel open to the bridge.
"Barrett to Kersare."
Nothing but static. Jason swore and headed off around the bend, stopping when he saw Quaid's office. He entered his override code when the door wouldn't open and stepped into a room that looked like it had been hit with a F5 tornado. Furniture was everywhere as well as PADDs and various personnel effects. A blood smear was present on the side of one wall, near a bulkhead. Jason headed back out of the room, deciding that sickbay should probably be his next stop.
As he came around the corner something caught his attention in side of his vision. He swung around, unholstering his phaser and pointing it....well, nothing. Jason shook his head, trying to ignore the feelings of dread that were creeping up and knotting his stomach. Something was not right, very not right. He was back in the turbolift a few moments later.
<Sickbay, 0315>
Jason entered sickbay to find a situation that mirrored the bridge. Displays flickered on and off and things were strewn all over the place. Most of the biobeds were occupied; that wasn't really a good sign.
"Thank god you're here!"
Jason turned around to see Adam (NPC) hurrying toward him.
"You look like you have had better days, you haven't seen Quaid around have you?"
Adam gestured to a biobed.
"Is he going to be ok?"
"He'll be fine, just took one hell of a bump on the head during out little fun with the engines. I have most of the injuries taken care of, we have been trying to get through to the bridge for awhile now."
"Internal communications are out," Jason responded.
Jason headed over to an access port, taking off the cover to reach the circuitry inside. He took his tricorder and began to take it apart, plugging the subspace transciever into the ship com unit. This had worked once before when they were on the Hale but he wasn't sure if it would hold true this time.
"Barrett to Kersare."
"Go ahead."
The response was slightly muffled but otherwise readable.
"I've got communications back with sickbay, seems Quaid took a tumble in that fun with the engines, Adam says he's stable though. I'm going to head down to engineering now."
"Understood."
"Oh there is also a coolant leak on deck 4 you might want to have someone checkout."
"I'll make sure Peters knows, although you might want to tell him. You're probably going to see him before we will."
"Will do."
With that said, they cut the channel. Jason sighed and then gave Adam a quick kiss before heading out the door and toward engineering.
OFF:
Lieutenant Commander Jason Barrett
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<USS Malinche, Bridge, 0315, Day 3>>
"Have you picked up on anything?"
For the past ten minutes, Nora had been staring unerringly at the viewscreen, almost entirely tuning out the activity around her. Something was…off. It was infinitesimal, indescribable, even and leaving her in doubt of her own senses, yet she was sure it was there all the same. Vaguely aware that Captain Kersare had spoken, Nora blinked heavily, returning to the present and turning her gaze to Isabel.
"Funny you should ask," she began, her lips turning down into a frown. "To be honest, I'm not really sure. I'm aware of…something. I've only just noticed it, and I'm having a hard time fleshing it out, but something odd is definitely going on here." She smiled weakly at that remark, aware that everyone on the ship was already well aware that something odd was happening.
Isabel leaned slightly towards Nora, keeping her voice a bit lower, "That much is certain. The sheer volume of odd things is too much to be coincidence... Something else must be going on."
Matching her quiet tone of voice, Nora leaned in as well to complete their private conference. "It's subtle and shifty, but my instincts are screaming that something else is definitely going on."
Though she wasn't a Betazoid herself, Isabel had served with several over the years. She knew Nora would be sensitive to the surroundings. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but as a Betazoid, you generally pick up on actual people and their emotions, yes?"
"That's right, among other things depending on the situation," Nora confirmed. "It's really the oddest thing, Captain. It's like I'm picking up on actual people, as you said, except that it's just so vague. Almost like a shadow, or an echo, even."
"So, whatever is happening...it must involve some sort of presence, or someone on the crew?" Isabel didn't like the idea, but still she'd rather have some sort of idea as to what was happening than to be in the dark.
Nora sighed and turned back to the viewscreen, briefly closing her eyes as she concentrated. "I can't tell where it's coming from," she confessed a moment later, opening her eyes again. "But I am sure that it's getting stronger, or at least I'm becoming more and more aware of it."
Isabel nodded, "Can you tell if it intends harm, whatever it is?"
Now there was a question. "It's hard to tell when it's so vague," Nora sighed, exasperated by the illusive impression. "I'm not sure that it's even sentient, whatever it is. But to be frighteningly honest, I'm not getting the impression that this thing is benign."
Frowning, Isabel rested her chin in her hand, "It's definitely unnerving. I much prefer a known foe."
Breathing in sharply, Nora slammed her arms against her chair, gripping the armrests convulsively. Her telepathic senses were momentarily overwhelmed by some unidentifiable presence. "New theory, Isabel," she managed to say once the moment was past, taking a slower breath to steady herself. "Whatever it is, it might have just become aware that I'm looking for it. Not only is it sentient, but I believe that it is on the ship...and I think it might have brought friends."
OFF:
A JP brought to you by:
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
"Have you picked up on anything?"
For the past ten minutes, Nora had been staring unerringly at the viewscreen, almost entirely tuning out the activity around her. Something was…off. It was infinitesimal, indescribable, even and leaving her in doubt of her own senses, yet she was sure it was there all the same. Vaguely aware that Captain Kersare had spoken, Nora blinked heavily, returning to the present and turning her gaze to Isabel.
"Funny you should ask," she began, her lips turning down into a frown. "To be honest, I'm not really sure. I'm aware of…something. I've only just noticed it, and I'm having a hard time fleshing it out, but something odd is definitely going on here." She smiled weakly at that remark, aware that everyone on the ship was already well aware that something odd was happening.
Isabel leaned slightly towards Nora, keeping her voice a bit lower, "That much is certain. The sheer volume of odd things is too much to be coincidence... Something else must be going on."
Matching her quiet tone of voice, Nora leaned in as well to complete their private conference. "It's subtle and shifty, but my instincts are screaming that something else is definitely going on."
Though she wasn't a Betazoid herself, Isabel had served with several over the years. She knew Nora would be sensitive to the surroundings. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but as a Betazoid, you generally pick up on actual people and their emotions, yes?"
"That's right, among other things depending on the situation," Nora confirmed. "It's really the oddest thing, Captain. It's like I'm picking up on actual people, as you said, except that it's just so vague. Almost like a shadow, or an echo, even."
"So, whatever is happening...it must involve some sort of presence, or someone on the crew?" Isabel didn't like the idea, but still she'd rather have some sort of idea as to what was happening than to be in the dark.
Nora sighed and turned back to the viewscreen, briefly closing her eyes as she concentrated. "I can't tell where it's coming from," she confessed a moment later, opening her eyes again. "But I am sure that it's getting stronger, or at least I'm becoming more and more aware of it."
Isabel nodded, "Can you tell if it intends harm, whatever it is?"
Now there was a question. "It's hard to tell when it's so vague," Nora sighed, exasperated by the illusive impression. "I'm not sure that it's even sentient, whatever it is. But to be frighteningly honest, I'm not getting the impression that this thing is benign."
Frowning, Isabel rested her chin in her hand, "It's definitely unnerving. I much prefer a known foe."
Breathing in sharply, Nora slammed her arms against her chair, gripping the armrests convulsively. Her telepathic senses were momentarily overwhelmed by some unidentifiable presence. "New theory, Isabel," she managed to say once the moment was past, taking a slower breath to steady herself. "Whatever it is, it might have just become aware that I'm looking for it. Not only is it sentient, but I believe that it is on the ship...and I think it might have brought friends."
OFF:
A JP brought to you by:
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Commander Nora Zeral
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A