Compile#2 November 09-15 2008 (USS Rosenante) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Fields of Elysium Day 1 Stardate: 2408.04.25 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante – Main Engineering – CEO Stacey Martinovich - Day 1- 0908) (USS Rosenante - Main Engineering - ACEO- Lt . Alimi Morrow- Day 1- 0909) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - CONN - Lt. Dralar - Day 1 - 0912) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - COPS - Lt. Tom Jackson - Day 1 - 0913) (USS ROSENANTE - Bridge - CSec - LT (jg) Chance Raschen - 0916) (USS Rosenante – Bridge - 30/CCOUNS Lt.(jg) Jon Nayati - 1918) (USS Rosenante - Deck 4 - Science Labs - Science Officer - Ensign Andrew Maddox - 0920) (USS Rosenante – Bridge - 30/CCOUNS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayati - 0922) (USS Rosenante – Deck 1, Bridge - 30/CCOUNS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayati – 0924) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - CO - Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 1 - 0925) (USS Rosenante - Main Engineering - Lt Martinovich - 0928) (USS Rosenante - Main Engineering - ACEO- Lt . Alimi Morrow- Day 1- 0909) (USS Rosenante- Bridge- aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - Day 1- 0930) (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - CMO - Lt. Aleesa Wyler - Day 1 - 0932) (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - Head Nurse Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - Day 1 - 0934) (USS Rosenante - Sickbay – Combat Nurse E'Mpak - 0935) (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - Chief Field Medic - SCPO Nathan A. Fuller - 0935) (USS Rosenante- Stellar Cartography - Combat Nurse E’Mpak- 0937) (USS Rosenante- Deck 2, Stellar Cartography - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver- 0938) (USS Rosenante - Main Engineering - Chief Field Medic - SCPO Nathan A. Fuller - 0940) (USS Rosenante - Jefferies Tube 3G - ACEO - Lt. Alimi Morrow - Day 1 - 0941) (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - CMO - Lt. Aleesa Wyler - Day 1 - 0944) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - CO, Captain Salid & CONN - Lt. Dralar - Day 1 - 0945) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - ATAC Ensign (jg) V'Shera - Day 1 – 0945.5) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - COPS, Lt Tom Jackson - Day 1 - 0946) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 1 - 0947) (USS Rosenante - Bridge – aCOPs – Ensign Smith - 0947.5) (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - Head Nurse - Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - Day 1 - 0947.7) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - COPS - Lt. Tom Jackson - Day 1 - 0948) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - COPS - Lt. Tom Jackson - Day 1 - 0948.5) (USS Rosenante - Deck 2, Stellar Cartography - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 0949) (USS ROSENANTE - Bridge - CSec - LT (jg) Chance Raschen - 0950) (USS Rosenante - Deck 2, Stellar Cartography - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 0952) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - CO - Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 1 - 0955) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - CO - Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 1 - 0955.5) (USS Rosenante – Jefferies Tubes – ACEO Lt. T'Kron - Day 1 - 0956) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - COPS - Lt. tom Jackson - Day 1 - 0956.5) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 1 - 0957) (USS Rosenante - Deck 2, Stellar Cartography - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 0959) (USS ROSENANTE - Sick Bay - CSec - LT (jg) Chance Raschen - 1000) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 1001) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - FO Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - 1003) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - aCSO -Ensign Dorian Weaver - 1009) (USS Rosenante- Deflector Control - CO - Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 1 - 1015) (USS Rosenante- Bridge - CO - Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 1 - 1035) ===================================================================== Mission: Fields of Elysium Day 2 Stardate: 2408.04.26 Compile Summary (Starbase Geneva - Shuttle Bay - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 0832) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Main Engineering – CEO Stacey Martinovich - Day 1- 0908) "I am showing some minor fluctuations in the lateral distribution grid as a result of plasma discharges, nothing serious at this point." he reported. “We’ll probably have to clamp down on the flow regulators, it wouldn’t take this environment long to knock them out of synch.” Stacey said as she again clamped her hands behind her back. She took a few moments to consider the situation, and then reached out to start typing on the console. She brought up a schematic of the shields and their frequencies and made a couple of changes for a simulation, “I want some calculations for cutting the navigational shields down to 30% and rerouting the power to the main shields- start some calculations on modifying the shields against plasma outburst. Odds are it’ll get worse before it gets better” (reply: any) Her lips turned into a slight frown as the ship rocked lightly under the eddies they were cutting through. Advanced or not, no ship in the fleet would sail through this maelstrom without having a bumpy ride. Stacey was not a huge fan of history, this kind of rocking did not bring up day-dreams of sailing ships and snapping sails, but of sea-sickness and dizzy headaches. (reply: any) (posted by trout) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - CONN - Lt. Dralar - Day 1 - 0912) "Upper right quadrant, mark 3.21." Nayati replied to the Captain's question. "Mister Caskie, please take us to investigate the section that Mister Nayati has selected. Maintain a close watch on our shields." he ordered Josh nodded and regarded Dralar again. "Mr Dralar, please set a course for the coordinates specified by the Third Officer. Let's go see what's out there." "Aye, sir, adjusting course to 123 mark four degrees, Heading Mark 3.21" he repeated, and since she had not changed their speed, he added, " holding speed at 1/2 impusle." Raschen was manning the TAC station in Sullivan's absence when he heard the skipper order "Mister Raschen, utilize the ship's tactical sensors to aid Mister Dralar in avoiding any unwanted interaction with hazardous debris. Also have some heavily shielded class II probes loaded in the rear launchers to be deployed at Mister Weaver's discretion." "Roger that sir" Raschen said as he started punching commands into the TAC console. "Okay sir, Lieutenant Dralar I'm overlapping the navigational readout at the helm with the tactical sensor readings of any debris. "Thank you Mister Raschen, I have the data feed now." Dralar replied. He adjusted course slightly to avoid a piece of pre planetary debris that looked as if it were determined to mate with the rosenante's shields. The manuever caused some shaking as they cut through the leading edge of a gravitation compression front. The flight officer realigned the ship's attitude and resumed their previous course once they were clear of the potential impact. "So anyone have any suggestions what could cause this spatial distortion we're going to investigate? " the captain asked generally. (reply any) "I suppose that is a solid possibility. What about gravitational lensing or maybe a subspace ripple?" he asked in response. (reply Any) Suddenly the main viewscreen detected a massive flash, bright enough that the screen darkened to prevent a sudden flood of bright light onto the bridge that could potentially blind them. It was only dark for an instant, but when the screen came back to life, there was a sudden sense of panic for dralar. Immediately he recognized the pattern that the gas clouds were taking. They were moving rapidly towards the rosenante and away from a position that until a few moments agao had been the subspace distortion. That distortion had suddenly made it's true nature known, in an instant the gravitational overpressure had collaped and released the pent up energy that had been trapped inside the subspace pocket. A flood of energy particles had dramatically flooded into subspace, some colliding as they were sucked into the the subspace tear that had just appeared. The collision of so many charged particles had caused massive interactions on the quantum level and the subspear tear had been sealed through a sheer force of nucler annhilation. This was mixed news. The good portion was that the subspace tear which was an immense threat had neutralized itself. The bad news was that in doing so, it had created a massive class six shockwave that was racing towards the Rosenante at just under warp one. "Captain we have a class six gravimetric pressure front approaching," Dralar reported even as the ship was beginning to buck under the influence of the fastest portions of the leading edge. Impact in 1 minute 20 seconds." "All Hands, brace for Impact. Red Alert!" he called (reply Raschen, V'Shera) Dralar fought to keep the ship level, as the leading edge of the pressure wave slammed into the ship's navigational shields. Sparks flew as a couple of unmanned stations overloaded with the plasma charge that pounded the ship's deflectors. The ship's hull groaned as she nosed over to starboard, all the while Dralar fighting to keep the ship facing into the shockwave. Lights on the bridge flickered, chaotically as the leading edge passed and the ship was swept up in the main crest of the shockwave. The groaning rose in crescendo and the ship jostled wildly, almost as if it were an animal trying to shake them off it's back. (reply All) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - COPS - Lt. Tom Jackson - Day 1 - 0913) Dralar had skillfully maneuvered the ship way from debris with Charlie Raschen's able help. Tom Jackson was busy looking at this readouts when the massive solar flash erupted in front of the ship. Dralar had alerted the Captain to the oncoming shock wave. As the CO ordered "red Alert - brace for impact", Jackson rerouted energy to shields and stood by to assist as needed. The Rosenante shook and groaned as if it were a living being. So far the IDF and shields had held but Tom was not sure how much more they could take. Jackson alerted non-duty OPS staff to be ready to assist Engineering with any repairs required. "Shields holding Captain - emergency power re-routed to them and and the IDF's" Tom shouted over the screeching and groaning. (reply: FO or CO IYW) Reports began to filter in - so far so good. (reply: Any) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS ROSENANTE - Bridge - CSec - LT (jg) Chance Raschen - 0916) "So anyone have any suggestions what could cause this spatial distortion we're going to investigate? " the captain asked generally. Watching the ‘swirl of clouds’ on the main viewer reminded Chance a lot of hurricanes along the Gulf of Mexico back in Texas. Chance was never much of a scientific explorer, but he ventured, what he thought to be, a lame guess “Cosmic pressure mixed with solar winds; kinda like a hurricane sir.?.” "I suppose that is a solid possibility. What about gravitational lensing or maybe a subspace ripple?" he asked in response. (reply Any) Suddenly the main viewscreen detected a massive flash, bright enough that the screen darkened to prevent a sudden flood of bright light onto the bridge that could potentially blind them. It was only dark for an instant, but when the screen came back to life, there was a sudden sense of panic for Dralar. Immediately he recognized the pattern that the gas clouds were taking. They were moving rapidly towards the Rosenante and away from a position that until a few moments ago had been the subspace distortion which had suddenly made it's true nature known, in an instant. "Captain we have a class six gravimetric pressure front approaching," Dralar reported even as the ship was beginning to buck under the influence of the fastest portions of the leading edge. Impact in 1 minute 20 seconds." "All Hands, brace for Impact. Red Alert!" the skipper called out. “Shields, and Defense Fields at full; with Integrity Fields at maximum, sir.” Raschen said perhaps to calmly for the threat they were facing. Chance knew he wasn’t the captain, yet being a licensed one, he couldn’t stop himself from continuing to say what was on his mind “Recommend we come about to ‘cut’ into the wave in an attempt to reduce damage to the ship.” (Reply Salid, any iyw) Dralar fought to keep the ship level, as the leading edge of the pressure wave slammed into the ship's navigational shields. Sparks flew as a couple of unmanned stations overloaded with the plasma charge that pounded the ship's deflectors. The ship's hull groaned as she nosed over to starboard, all the while Dralar fighting to keep the ship facing into the shockwave. Lights on the bridge flickered, chaotically as the leading edge passed and the ship was swept up in the main crest of the shockwave. The groaning rose in crescendo and the ship jostled wildly, almost as if it were an animal trying to shake them off it's back. And Raschen was tossed as if thrown by a bull and landed on the deck with a gut wrenching ‘crunch’ sound and an agonizing moan as he started to try and get up. (Reply Salid, any iyw) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Bridge - 30/CCOUNS Lt.(jg) Jon Nayati - 1918) As the Rose made its way slowly toward the puzzling area that he had indicated, Jon heard captain Salid say, "So anyone have any suggestions what could cause this spatial distortion we're going to investigate?" the captain asked generally. Jon heard Lt. Raschen offer a guess. "Cosmic pressure mixed with solar winds; kinda like a hurricane Sir?" "I suppose that is a solid possibility. What about gravitational lensing or maybe a subspace ripple?" he asked in response. Jon shrugged. He didn't know what it could be, not being a scientist himself. But he had a sudden sense of foreboding. His danger sense swiftly engaged, telling him that immediate trouble was ahead. He opened his mouth to say something but before he could, the main view screen suddenly detected a massive flash, bright enough that the screen darkened to prevent a sudden flood of bright light onto the bridge that could potentially blind them. His cyber lenses reacted and shielded his sensitive eyes. The main screen was only dark for an instant, but when the screen came back to life,the skorr's aura while at the CONN shifted quickly showing panic. "Captain, we have a class six gravimetric pressure front approaching," Dralar reported even as the ship was beginning to buck under the influence of the fastest portions of the leading edge. Impact in 1 minute 20 seconds." "All Hands, brace for Impact. Red Alert!" Captain Salid shouted out. Jon engaged the locking mechanism of the seat he was in, and gripped the armrests with fierce determination. "Shields and defense fields at full with integrity fields at maximum, Sir," Raschen said calmly. "Recommend we come about to 'cut' into the wave in an attempt to reduce damage to the ship." "I concur Captain,' said Jon. "It would be like riding with the wind instead of trying to sail against the wind. That would be less harmful." "All hands, brace for Impact. Red Alert!" called out the Captain. (Reply any) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 4 - Science Labs - Science Officer - Ensign Andrew Maddox - 0920) Andrew had disagreed with Weaver's decision to have him oversee the data entry into the computer. While he was the most qualified for computer work on the vessel, he was also a highly regarded Astrophysicist in many circles, and it was unfair to put him here. ~Regardless, I will try and make the best of the situation.~ he promised himself, and got to work. Maddox finally sat down and started reviewing the data that they were already taking in with the sensors. The proto-star activity of this nebula was astounding. Currents and eddys of super heated ionized gasses, dancing and spinning in complex and un-fathomable patterns. Andrew caught something in the corner of the screen. A white flash issued from a distance blacking out the screen. He scanned it closer with the lateral sensors gravitons were pulsing off it rapidly increasing in intensity. He sent the information to the bridge, not sure of which terminal it went to but, hoping he alerted them in time. =^= All Hands, brace for Impact. Red Alert! =^= came the Captain's voice. The ship then violently bucked and yawed. Sending Andrew flying from his chair at the console before the inertial dampers could take effect or before he could even react. Andrew smashed into the bulkhead so hard it knocked the wind out of him, and he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder. He let out a groan of pain. He took a couple of breaths, pain pulsed through his shoulder stealing his full breath away. He rolled to his left side to take his weight of his right shoulder, now he could breath easier. He looked down at his right shoulder which was a good inch or two lower then it was supposed to be. He couldn't move it effectively and the pain increased as the muscles in his shoulder began tightening, his body's attempt to heal the damage. Gingerly he attempted to stand, and barely succeeded. He shuffled over to his work station using the chair back for support. He tapped his com-badge with his left hand. "Ensign Maddox to Ensign Weaver with a status report." he said not as strongly as he would have liked. (Reply Weaver) "I've sustained an injury and I can't use my right arm, I managed to get a few scans of the phenomenon that hit us." (Reply Weaver, any monitoring comms) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Bridge - 30/CCOUNS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayati - 1920) "All hands, brace for impact. Red Alert!" called out the Captain. "Affirmative, Captain," came the husky voice of the strikingly tall Vulcan woman at auxiliary fire control. Jon barely had time to register the comely female Vulcan's quick compliance when the gravimetric pressure wave smashed into the Rose with utterly terrifying force. Desperately helmsman Dralar fought to keep the ship level, as the leading edge of the pressure wave slammed into the ship's navigational shields. Captain Salid, who had been standing a second before, was slammed down like a cloth rag doll. Lt Raschen shared the unfortunate Captain's same brutal fate. Sparks flew as a couple of unmanned stations overloaded with the plasma charge that pounded the ship's deflectors. The ship's hull groaned as she nosed over to starboard, all the while Lt. Dralar fought to keep the ship facing into the shockwave. Loud sounds were also heard everywhere as other systems and crashed and burned due the catastrophic gravimetric wave's devastating impact. Lights on the bridge flickered chaoticaly, as the leading edge passed and the ship was swept up in the main crest of the shockwave. The groaning rose in crescendo and the ship jostled wildly, almost as if it were an animal trying to shake them off its back. Those people who were still standing, functional and had technical expertise they could apply to the Rose's current dire situation, did the best they could to preserve the integrity of the stricken ship for everyone's continued survival. Not being one of those tech shamans, Jon prayed to the Great Spirit instead. Jon's memory flashed back to Necron Red on two occasions when hunting parties he had been with had been caught in the nightmarish screaming banshee windstorms. These storms were monstrous, shrieking elemental furies that always appeared out of nowhere, were deafening, disorienting, could linger howling for several days, and with routine ruthlessness, could destroy even the most prepared and well fortified hunting parties. Unleashed nature was always stronger than frail humanity, whether it was on Necron Red II or in the Beltanis Stellar Nursery. In such terrible calamities, there was nothing to do but hang on to something for dear life and pray to the Great Spirit for protection and mercy. Jon was still clinging to his seat and praying when the savage turbulence that had tossed the Rosenante around like a broken cork toy suddenly abated. "The turbulence has stabilized Captain," Lt. Dralar spoke to Captain Salid. The Captain was just now painfully getting to his feet again. After going through that entire trauma with Devan Sash, Jon was exceedingly happy to see that Captain Salid wasn't seriously injured. ~Thank you Grandfather of All Spirits, for both the Rose and her captain,~ Jon thought to himself, as he turned his attention to accessing the situation at hand. (Reply None, Any) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Deck 1, Bridge - 30/CCOUNS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayati – 0924) Until ordered to do otherwise, Jon provided what physical assistance he could to aid the other bridge crew in extinguishing small console fires and assisting other bridge staff to resume their various duty stations. It was not really the normal kind of work for a NCRII Wise Man, but Jon was more than happy to do whatever he could to aid in the restoration of order on the Rose's now somewhat smoky bridge. As he was doing all this mundane but highly necessary work, Jon heard Captain Salid request ship and crew status reports from Mr. Jackson and Mr. Weaver. After the Captain got the damage reports from both Jackson and Smith, he then turned his attention to Jon. "Mister Nayati, I need you to coordinate with Medical and Operations. Make the civilians on board your first priority." Instantly Jon stopped the task that he was doing. "Aye, Captain," Jon said. He strode purposely across the bridge deck and sat down in the third chair. Touching the com button on the third seat's arm rest, Jon opened a direct channel to Sickbay and Ops. "OPS and Sickbay, this is 30 Counselor Jon Nayati. Captain Salid has authorized me to serve as the rescue and relief coordinator for all ship civilians. Ensign Bronski and Dr. Abarr, begin standard disaster protocols regarding civilian rescue, shelter and medical treatment. Keep me informed as any situations develop." (Reply Bronski, Abarr, Any) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - CO - Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 1 - 0925) Ahmed sat watching the main viewer as the ship slowly made it's way through the cloud of gas and dust swirling around the ship. Caskie was doing well for her first live mission as First Officer and Ahmed was glad that she was so focused although he suspected that she was finding it difficult not to gape out at the wonderful display shown on the main viewer. "So anyone have any suggestions what could cause this spatial distortion we're going to investigate? " the captain asked generally. (reply any) "I suppose that is a solid possibility. What about gravitational lensing or maybe a subspace ripple?" he asked in response. (reply Any) Suddenly the main viewscreen detected a massive flash, bright enough that the screen darkened to prevent a sudden flood of bright light onto the bridge that could potentially blind them. Ahmed had never seen anything like that before, although from an engineering standpoint he completely understood what had happened he had never even heard of the Viewer ever receiving enough light to make it shut down to avoid injury. The light beyond the screen must have been immense and very sudden. He stood and took a step forward to get a better look at the navigational panel, when Dralar reported. "Captain we have a class six gravimetric pressure front approaching," Dralar reported even as the ship was beginning to buck under the influence of the fastest portions of the leading edge. Impact in 1 minute 20 seconds." "All Hands, brace for Impact. Red Alert!" he called. He reached out for the back of the Helm chair, there was no way that he would manage to get back to his own seat in time. The shock wave it the vessel incredibly hard. Ahmed swore that he could feel the impact in his teeth, as the SIF strained to keep the ship in one piece. H had broadened his stance in an attempt to keep his balance, but that had not worked. One moment the deck was firmly beneath his feet and the next, he was slammed back first into the deck. The air rushed from his lungs and they burned as he struggled to breathe. He gasped at Caskie, who was already taking the initiative to issue commands. (reply All) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Main Engineering - Lt Martinovich - 0928) "We could have used some warning," Stacey muttered as she pulled herself up by a console, she'd been tossed a goodly distance when the ship had heeled over. She put her palm over his left eye socket and winced at the sharp pain she felt. "Status report!" she bellowed over the din. Smoke was pouring from places that smoke should never be seen, her crew was picking themselves up from wherever they had been tossed. There had been no warning. "There's been a massive energy spike against the forward shields," someone reported, navigational shields are at 12%, I'm showing a cascade failure in the forward SIF fields. It looks like the IDF is compensating but is beyond rated tolerance." "Get a bloody team on the SIF before we end up as splatters on the bulkhead!" she growled as she wiped away some blood from her temple and looked at the master display terminal. She looked up only briefly as the ship began to groan. With the navigational shields down and mostly ineffectual, the ship was relying on construction alone. She wiped a bit more blood away from her forehead as status reports began coming. "Martinovich to bridge, what the hell just happened?" she said as she brought up a schematic of the power systems. there were blown conduits everywhere, the automatic systems had rerouted power, but the shields were suffering on the ventral side. "Bridge, this is engineering... are you there?" She waited a few more seconds before letting out a string of curses that would have done a sailor proud. "Johnson, figure out what's wrong with internal communications." "Aye sir," a voice said from off to her right somewhere. A few seconds passed, "We're getting massive interference from the surrounding plasma storms, looks like. The shields aren’t doing much to protect us. Radiation levels are rising." "I need those shields back, stabilize em." she growled again. She rubbed her forehead and considered sending a runner up to the bridge, but quickly decided against it, she needed every able bodied engineer right where they were. "Main deflector is toast, the EPS grid is shot, the shields are unstable and having power fluctuations. Well hell, isn’t this just a party." she said as she brought up the calculations that had been done for the shields. A few hectic minutes passed when someone called "Who's in-charge down here?". She glanced over her shoulder and then back again, "what do you want, make it snappy." she said, shortly. "Well sir, we're here to collect your wounded crew members and get them to sickbay, I don't believe we've met, Chief Fuller." She looked over at him, and briefly pushed back her bloody bangs. "Make it quick then, we're having a bit of a problem here, you might have noticed." She looked over at his companion. "Chief," she said before turning back to her console. Stacey gave a quick wave when he excused himself. She turned a pointed to an engineering crewman. “You, find the assistant chiefs, I need updates on the EPS and Shielding systems.” “Yes sir!” (reply: any) (posted by Trout) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Main Engineering - ACEO- Lt . Alimi Morrow- Day 1- 0909) "We'll probably have to clamp down on the flow regulators, it wouldn't take this environment long to knock them out of synch." Stacey said as she again clamped her hands behind her back. She reached out to start typing on the console. "I want some calculations for cutting the navigational shields down to 30% and rerouting the power to the main shields- start some calculations on modifying the shields against plasma outburst. Odds are it'll get worse before it gets better" Alimi nodded, "I'm on it!" he replied. (USS Rosenante - Main Engineering - ACEO- Lt . Alimi Morrow- Day 1- 0928) "Sending over your simulations now, Sir" Alimi reported to the CEO. "I think that we should be able to make those modific--" The ship suddenly titlted as if she had struck something solid like a planet. Alimi was pitched sideways and completely unprepared for the sudden shift in atitude of the deck, slammed into the base of the central Engineering display station. This, of course completely knocked the wind right out of him, and left his gasping and choking for air. "There's been a massive energy spike against the forward shields," someone reported, navigational shields are at 12%, I'm showing a cascade failure in the forward SIF fields. It looks like the IDF is compensating but is beyond rated tolerance." Then the ship moaned. Not creaked, but moaned. The structure of the vessel was beginning to warp as whatever forces that had come against them was straining to tear her apart. For a structural Engineer, it was a terrifying sound. (reply Engineering) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Bridge- aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - Day 1- 0930) After the bucking stopped, Dorian heaved himself off the floor. He had fallen only a few inches from the ledge. A sharp pain on the side of his arm let him assume that he had probably hit the railing as well. As he got up, he looked over at the two crewmenhe had been working with. Only one of them was present though. He looked around quickly. "Computer, shut down the projector. Now!" As the stars disolved, he could see crewmember Galliano down on the floor below, her arm twisted at a weird angle. She was prone and immobile. "Medbay, I need a trauma team in Stellar Cartography. Bring a gurney." ~Way to go, Dorian, get your people all banged up on the first day.~ (Reply any med team) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - CMO - Lt. Aleesa Wyler - Day 1 - 0932) One moment the ship was steady, then shaking a bit, which was to be expected as she pushed her way through the cloud of gas and dust that comprised the nebula, then suddenly the entire world was upside down. Not literally , of course, but it was not for a lack of effort. The bow of the ship, suddenly jerked upwards, as if it was trying to ride a massive wave of some sort. Anything and everything that was not firmly secured, including personnel went flying around the sickbay as if it had been picked up by a child throwing a temper tantrum and simply thrown around. She was pulling herself up off the floor, where she had ended up, wedging herself between a biobed and a bulkhead, when her commbadge chirped. =^=Med bay, I need a trauma team in Stellar Cartography. Bring a gurney.=^= Allie tapped her commbadge with the flat of her hand. "Wyler here, I'll dispatch someone right away. Sickbay out." She closed the channel then ventured to pull herself to her feet. She maintained a firm hold on the biobed, to prevent any further incidents and took a long look around the bay. There was equipment everywhere. Broken medical tricorders, spilled medkits and too many PADDS to count. "Everybody, okay?" she asked in a slightly raised voice. (reply Fuller, Fisher, E'mpak) She nodded. "Kitty, get ready to receive injured. Get someone to clean up this mess." (Reply Fisher) "Chief Fuller, I need you to take a team to Main Engineering," she said as she started pulling up injury reports on the wall display, looks like we have a couple of reports of people falling from the upper catwalks." (Reply Fuller) "Nurse E'Mpak, I need you to take a couple of people and head for Stellar cartography, we have an undetermined, but immobilizing injury there." (reply E'mpak) "Terrance, S'Pol and Novak pull out the fresh medkits and put them out in a way that they won't turn into projectiles." The three nurses responded with an 'aye sir' and immediately jumped to it. "As for everyone else, I have a feeling we're going to get harder before it gets easier. So let's get to it." (Reply Fuller, Fisher, E'mpak) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - Head Nurse Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - Day 1 - 0934) Kitty, used to all the bouncing around, was manhandling herself around Sickbay when suddenly the deck tilted up and Kitty would have slid backwards if she had not hung on to the nearest available object, namely the desk at the nurse's station. Just as suddenly, the deck dropped away from her and her feet left the floor slightly. ~Oh dear,~ she thought, ~that's not good.~ Before she had time to think anything else the deck tilted in the other direction and before Kitty could do anything her nose connected with the edge of the desk and she found herself on her hands and knees on the floor beside it. Before Kitty had even managed to pick herself up requests for medical assistance began coming and Dr Wyler immediately responded. She the asked if everyone was ok and Kitty, standing up touched her nose gently with her fingers. ~Nothing broken thank goodness, but your gonna have a shiner by this evening.~ Turning to Wyler she nodded that she was fine and waited for her orders. "Kitty, get ready to receive injured. Get someone to clean up this mess." Kitty simply nodded and grabbing the first two people she could find ordered them to clear up the mess of broken padds and whatever. Turning to Terrance, S'Pol and Novak she suggested that they stack all the spare med kits in the Autopsy Suite and keep the door closed. That way if they started to fly around they wouldn't cause any injuries. (Reply any iyw but none needed) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sickbay – Combat Nurse E'Mpak - 0935) E’Mpak snarled as she collided heavily with a bio-bed and then rolled on the floor. She waited until the ship had stopped shaking before she began to see if anything was broken. She took a couple of deep breaths and felt the slight shift of a broken rid followed by stabbing pain. ~toDSaH, that’s going to sting a little~ =^=Med bay, I need a trauma team in Stellar Cartography. Bring a gurney.=^= She heard Doctor Wyler reply. "Wyler here, I'll dispatch someone right away. Sickbay out." ~No time to lie here like a frightened Targ~ She gingerly got up and then planted her feet firmly on the floor. "Everybody, okay?" She turned to Wyler. “Yes Doctor.” She watched as Wyler began giving out orders to Fuller and Fisher. "Nurse E'Mpak, I need you to take a couple of people and head for Stellar cartography, we have an undetermined, but immobilizing injury there." “Yes Doctor.” She looked around sickbay until she saw two crewman that she wanted. “Thompson, Philips fetch the gurney and follow me.” She picked up the bulky trauma medkit and slung it over her shoulder. She felt her rib complain about the movement but she fought down the pain. She had worse injures then this any way there was a patient who needed her attention. When she saw that the two crewman were ready she headed for the door. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - Chief Field Medic - SCPO Nathan A. Fuller - 0936) The room shook slightly, scattering equipment everywhere. ~Seas are rough today apparently.~ he mused pulling himself up from the floor. =^=Med bay, I need a trauma team in Stellar Cartography. Bring a gurney.=^= The CMO responded. "Wyler here, I'll dispatch someone right away. Sickbay out." shortly she continued at a volume that could be heard through out the sick bay. "Everybody, okay?" Nate looked around, no blood, broken bones or unconscious people in his near vicinity. "We are all OK here." he replied loud enough for her to hear. (Reply Fisher, E'mpak) She nodded. "Kitty, get ready to receive injured. Get someone to clean up this mess." (Reply Fisher) "Chief Fuller, I need you to take a team to Main Engineering," she said as she started pulling up injury reports on the wall display, looks like we have a couple of reports of people falling from the upper catwalks." the Doctor said. "No definite number of casualties? Fine I'll take two teams, four stretchers total. Alpha and Gamma you are with me." Nate responded and took the two teams with their equipment with him to main Engineering. (Reply any) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Stellar Cartography - Combat Nurse E’Mpak- 0937) E’Mpak ran into Stellar Cartography with the two crew members and the gurney in tow. She saw that there were three people in the room and quickly began to do triage allocation. The first was a crewman who was standing by a console. ~Not a high priority~ The other was the aCSO who arm was hanging by his side. ~Could be a fracture but he’s up and breathing~ “Are you okay Ensign?” (reply Weaver) E’Mpak nodded as she turned and looked at the third person in the room. The patient was a was a female crewman who was lying on the floor her arm was at an unnatural angle and she was not moving. ~Looks like she’s our priority~ “Get the gurney over here." She flicked open her tricorder as she stepped over to the patient. She began detailed scans of the patient. ~Okay looks like she has a fractured scapula and humerus but that’s obvious due to the way her arm looks~ She carried on her scans. ~Hmm not good a subdural haematoma need to get that bleeding stopped quickly~ She looked over at the aCSO. “Ensign what’s her name?” (reply Weaver) “I will not know until we get her back to sickbay.” She looked back at the patient ~Right we need to move her quickly~ She ran her tricorder carefully along Gallian's abdomen and neck. ~Okay no spinal problems that’s good so we can get her onto the gurney~ She looked at the crewman with her. “Okay lets get her on the gurney.” They quickly lifted Galliano onto the gurney where E’Mpak plugged Galliano into the trolleys monitors. With a couple of quick commands she send the data from her tricorder and the gurney monitors to sickbay so that they had reliable data when Galliano arrived. She tapped her comm badge. “Combat Nurse E’Mpak to sickbay.” (reply sickbay) “I have a female patient called Galliano. She has an acute subdural haematoma on the left side. She is unconscious and has concussion as well as a fractured scapula and humerus on her left side. Have scanned for spinal injures and have seen none at this time. I have down loaded my scans and her monitoring to sickbay, am sending the patient to you now. I have two walking wounded casualties here request permission to say and do triage before sending them down.” She looked at the crewmen with the gurney who were already heading for the door. She new that Galliano would be safe with them until she reached sickbay. She had told Sickbay the patients name so that they would be able to bring up her medical file and find out any other important information such as what she was allergic to. (reply sickbay) (reply Weaver, sickbay, any) (posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Deck 2, Stellar Cartography - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver- 0938) E’Mpak ran into Stellar Cartography with the two crew members and the gurney in tow. She saw that there were three people in the room and quickly began to do triage allocation. The first was a crewman who was standing by a console. ~Not a high priority~ The other was the aCSO who arm was hanging by his side. ~Could be a fracture but he’s up and breathing~ "Are you okay Ensign?" "Yes, I'm fine, I have no lost mobility, just a good sized bruise. I've scanned myself." E’Mpak nodded as she turned and looked at the third person in the room. The patient was a was a female crewman who was lying on the floor her arm was at an unnatural angle and she was not moving. ~Looks like she’s our priority~ "Get the gurney over here." She flicked open her tricorder as she stepped over to the patient. She began detailed scans of the patient. ~Okay looks like she has a fractured scapula and humerus but that’s obvious due to the way her arm looks~ She carried on her scans. ~Hmm not good a subdural haematoma need to get that bleeding stopped quickly~ She looked over at the aCSO. "Ensign what’s her name?" "Crewman 1st Class Natalia Galliano. Do you think this is a severe trauma?" "I will not know until we get her back to sickbay." She looked back at the patient (No reply needed) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Main Engineering - Chief Field Medic - SCPO Nathan A. Fuller - 0940) Nate and his two teams bounded off the turbo lifts. ~No casualty collection point, great! Let's play find the casualty.~ "There is no CCP, fan out find all the casualties. Report back with position and triage code." Nate looked around, "Who's in-charge down here?" Nate asked. ~ I really should take the time to learn the chain of command for the other departments.~ he regretfully thought. (Reply Engineering Chief) "Well sir, we're here to collect your wounded crew members and get them to sickbay, I don't believe we've met, Chief Fuller." he said offering his hand. (Reply Engineering Chief) The teams started sending in reports, various categories could be heard. "Delayed" taking the most of the patients then one "Immediate!" came across the comm. "Excuse me sir," he said and answered the comm, "I'm on my way." He jogged across the room, when he arrived, "Report." he demanded. "Approximately 19 year old male status post seven meter fall, respiration's rapid and shallow, blood pressure is ninety mm Hg and falling, there is a fracture of T7..." the medic reported. ~Sounds like neurogenic shock.~ Nate pondered. "What does the inferior vascular tone look like?" Nate asked. "It's dilated Chief." he said his tone suggesting that he finally understood Nate's assumption. "Neurogenic Shock." they both said at once. "Direct Evac," Nate said and tapped his com-badge. "Chief Fuller to Sickbay, I have a patient with a thoracic spinal injury going into neurogenic shock, ready for emergency beam in to sickbay." (Reply Nurse Fisher or CMO) "Roger, energizing." Nate said and the team cleared the patient, who promptly dematerialized straight to Sick Bay. "What else we got?" Nate asked. "Mostly walking wounded, got another litter casualty with a broken leg." the one medic responded. "Package them up, we will carry them all to sick bay manually. Start the antigravs up, we can clear the walking wounded if we get more serious casualties." He ordered and the teams got to work. "Sir, we will take these, and keep you posted." (Reply Engineer Chief) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Jefferies Tube 3G - ACEO - Lt. Alimi Morrow - Day 1 - 0941) The smell of ozone was heavy in the air as Alimi and Engineer's Mate Masterson struggled to free the blown EPS regulator manifold from the live conduit where it had unceremoniously welded itself to the inner casing. An occasional burst of plasma would jump the gap that they were making to get the component separated from the feed with a massive crackle of energy. Alimi, with both hands full, glanced back over at Masterson as yet another arc of plasma energy snapped across the gap. "See if you can get through to someone in MEng." he said, "I'd really prefer to do this with the power off, rather than on." Masterson nodded and tapped his commbadge, " Masterson to Main Engineering" he said, but there was no answer, only static. "Too much static interference, sir." he said as another arc flashed between the components. "I can go back and flip the switch at the junction." he offered. Alimi nodded, then pushed back away from the hazardous plasma-filled gap. "Okay, looks like we have no choice." he finally conceded. "Go ahead, then check in with the chief and let her know what we're doing, since the commbadges aren't working in here. Once the power's off I'll finish the replacement." Masterson nodded, then turning in a tight crouch, headed down the Jefferies tube to towards the power distribution substation in section A. (reply any, Engineering) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - CMO - Lt. Aleesa Wyler - Day 1 - 0944) The request for the injured status report came in from Operation just as Lieutenant Raschen was being ushered onto a biobed. The injury didn't look too severe, and there were several much worse injuries already reporting into the bay. "Doctor Rogers take over," she said as she stepped away from Jono's unconscious form. Rogers shifted patients with the practiced ease of a Trauma specialist and Aleesa stepped over to the wall console to make a preliminary report to operations. "Operations, Sickbay here. Preliminary injuries status to follow. Several decks reporting minor injuries, so far we have about two dozen moderate injuries and six critical injuries, including reports of Engineers thrown from the upper catwalk. I'll notify you as the data continues in." NRPG: No need to reply here, since Bill's post has already conveyed that information to the CO in his prior post. =^=Chief Fuller to Sickbay, I have a patient with a thoracic spinal injury going into neurogenic shock, ready for emergency beam in to sickbay.=^= Aleesa sighed, that was not good news. "We're ready for him in ICU three. Energize when ready." she replied with a tap of her commbadge. "Roger, energizing." "Nurse Fisher, we have neurogenic shock case with possible heavy spinal trauma beaming into ICU three, get a staff together and let Doctor J'Or know he's needed there, please. Then get someone to take a look at Mister Raschen's arm. I'm pretty certain he needs to be back on the bridge as soon as possible." (reply Fisher) Aleesa nodded as the doors to the Sickbay opened and a security officer walked in carrying a little girl who couldn't be much older than 9. Judging from the swelling in her arm, Aleesa surmised that there was a break. "Nurse Reynolds," she barked. as she was looking for someone that could be spared to handle the patient that she was looking at. "Yes doctor." came the reply as Reynolds rushed across the floor to her side. "Clean and close this laceration." she ordered as she pointed to the terrible cut on the Vulcan patient's shin. Reynolds nodded, "Yes Doctor." Aleesa stepped away from the bio bed and moved over to the security officer with the little girl. "Bring her over here," she called. The man nodded and carried her to the open pediatric biobed that Aleesa had just had installed prior to their departure from Geneva. "Sit her down here." As the security man complied, Aleesa prepped an air hypo for her small patient. "hello," she said to the girl, "I'm doctor Wyler, what's your name." Through a series of sobs, the little girl answered, "Tara" "Hello Tara, it looks like you've hurt your arm. can you point at the part that hurts worst." she asked, engaging the child as she grabbed her medical tricorder to scan the bones in the her lower arm. "Here." Tara said pointing at her wrist, tears still streaming down her face. Wyler nodded, and checked the readings on her tricorder. The child had broken three bones in her wrist and was putting unpleasant pressure on her carpal nerve. Wyler reached over and pulled the monitor over to her so that she could see it better, she then entered a query and quickly found Tara's medical records. ~No allergies recorded.~ she thought to herself as she reviewed the critical parts of the records. She then set the airhypo dosage for the child, so that she could administer a correct dosage of painkillers. "I'm going to give you a shot now. It won't hurt, but it will make the pain in your hand go away while I work on it okay?" she asked. Tara nodded. Wyler pressed the airhypo against the young girl's elbow and flooded her system with a mixed dose of pain reliever and anti-inflammatory medication. "See, that's a brave girl." she said as she continued to help the youngest patient in sickbay. (reply any) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - CO, Captain Salid & CONN - Lt. Dralar - Day 1 - 0945) Dralar had never had such a problem getting the ship to respond. It wasn't that she wasn't able to do so, it was simply that the forces working against them were more than the ship could make headway against. Things were not looking up and suddenly a series of alarms sounded when a plasma spike struck the main deflector dish and knocked out their navigational deflectors. The Main deflector array was seriously damaged and with it, any chance of reopening the Subspace river terminus. The ship shook as the circuits for the main deflector array collapsed in a series of rapid circuit failures. The ship would most likely have been lost at that moment if it was not for the fast work of the Operations team blowing a few of the EPS lines before the power surge could reach the most critical of ship's systems. Just when he was a bout to give up hope, however the Rosenante was through the pressure wall and the turbulence was reduced to nearly nothing. "The turbulence has stabilized captain." The captain managed to rise from the deck and resume his seat. It was apparent that he had been injured. "Anyone injured?" the captain asked (reply Any) "Mister Caskie, get me a ship wide status report." (reply Caskie) "Mister Jackson, and Mister Smith , I need you to do a complete check on the power relay systems and collect a crew injuries report." (reply Jackson, Smith) "Mister Nayati, I need you to coordinate with Medical and Operations, make the Civilians on board your first priority." (reply Nayati) "What is our maneuvering capability mister Dralar?" "We have sustained damage to the RCS thrusters and I am showing a significant loss of power in the portside impulse engine." Dralar replied, then added, "I am sorry captain, I was caught unawares." "We all were mister Dralar, there is no need to be sorry." The Skorr officer dipped his head once then turned back to his console. "Mister Raschen, if you are ambulatory report to sickbay to have that arm tended to. Mister V'Shera, you will assume the tactical and security duties until Mister Raschen is released for duty. Coordinate security teams on all decks and have them sweep for anyone that is injured and may not have been able to contact Sickbay." (reply Raschen, V'Shera) It was then that he noticed Janeway had not responded to his queries. "Where's Jono?" he asked. Everyone looked around for a moment, but then Ensign Bozeman replied, "He's here sir, Looks pretty bad." Ahmed looked over at Caskie, and nodded to her, effectively releasing her to tend to Jono until someone from Sickbay could get to the Bridge. (reply Caskie) Ahmed tapped his Commbadge, "Medical team to the bridge. =^=medical team on their way, Captain=^= came the reply. "Bridge to Engineering, I need a damage report" (reply Martinovich) "make shields your priority, Lieutenant, Bridge out." he replied. "Bridge to Weaver" (reply Weaver) "Mister Weaver, I want you to review the sensor logs and tell me what just happened. I need to know the likelihood that it could happen again." (reply Weaver) ~What a way to start our first exploration mission.~ (reply All) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - ATAC Ensign (jg) V'Shera - Day 1 – 0945.5) "All Hands, brace for Impact. Red Alert!" the Captain called out. V'Shera barely had time to comply when the gravimetric wave hit the Rosenante and shook it like a toy. Though safely retrained at her duty station V'Shera's superbly conditioned body was shaken around like a nerveless rag doll. Captain Salid was thrown to the deck as the gravimetric wave hit the rose. Immediately there were loud shouts everywhere as a couple of unmanned consoles exploded in showers of smoke and sparks. V'Shera was aware that Captain Salid, Nayati and Dralar had quickly decided on a clever way of riding out the devastating gravimetric wave. Jostled and badly shaken, V'Shera's keen Vulcan ears heard Counselor Nayati praying to some religious archetype called the Great Spirit while the Skor helmsman Dralar valiantly struggled to maintain the flight angle that Captain Salid had just ordered. Though Vulcans and she didn't believe in illogical religious archetypes per se, V'Shera suddenly found herself confronted with a primal, elemental force immensely greater than both her strength and logic. As the gravimetric wave shook the Rose like a wild beast shaking its hapless prey, V'Shera suddenly found herself existentially hoping for the timely intervention of Counselor Nayati's illogical, religious archetype. For a terrible, cataclysmic moment V'Shera's life long training and millennia old Vulcan heritage warred with the primal, sentient fear of physical extinction. So caught up was V'Shera in that moment of paradoxical inner conflict that external time stopped for what seemed like a mere microsecond, but was, in reality, much, much longer. The next thing that registered in V'Shera's consciousness was that the savage turbulence that had brutally rocked the Rose was suddenly gone. The fires in the bridge had been extinguished. Captain Salid was on his feet again. The Terran CO was getting damage reports from Lts. Jackson and Weaver, assigning civilian relief duties to 30 Nayati and talking to helmsman Dralar. "'What is our maneuvering capability Mister Dralar?" asked Captain Salid. "We have sustained damage to the RCS thrusters and I am showing a significant loss of power in the portside impulse engine." Dralar replied. He then added, "I am sorry Captain. I was caught unawares." "We all were Mister Dralar. There's no need to be sorry," replied the Captain. The Skorr officer dipped his head once, then turned back to his console. Silently V'Shera applauded both the Skor's piloting skills and his ability to return to duty without being swayed by apparent emotional discord, so unlike herself a moment before. V'Shera had no time for further self recriminations as Captain Salid brought her back to task. "Mister Raschen, if you are ambulatory report to Sickbay to have that arm tended to. Mister V'Shera, you will assume the tactical and security duties until Mister Raschen is released for duty. Coordinate security teams on all decks and have them sweep for anyone that is injured and may not have been able to contact Sickbay." V'Shera saw a battered Lt. Raschen vacate his normal duty post. He was bruised, bloody and appeared to have a broken right arm. He headed for the turbolift. Filled with more than just a little bit of existential self-loathing over her momentary paralysis of fear, V'Shera hastened immediately to comply. "Aye, Captain," V'Shera said as she took up the TAC/SEC station. "Live long and prosper, Mister Raschen." V'Shera tapped her commbadge. "Ensign V'Shera to all Tactical and Security personnel. I am temporarily in charge of the department. Security teams on all decks, sweep for anyone that is injured and may not be able to contact Sickbay." (Reply Any) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - COPS, Lt Tom Jackson - Day 1 - 0946) The once beautiful bridge of the Rosenante was a mess! There was the odor of burnt, fried circuits, various injuries and a look of shock on a few of the bridge crew. Slowly the team was coming back to reality and reacting. Captain Salid inquired about injuries. Scanning his readouts, Tom indicated there were several. They varied from contusions to several folks having fallen from scaffolds and ladders. Tom was directed by the CO to work with Engineering and make sure the power relays would be working if damaged. Tom made contact with Engineering and let them know that he'd be able to help them as needed. (reply: Engineering IYW) Ahmed Salid snapped out orders to review the sensor logs in an attempt to determine if another plasma coil might strike the Rose again. The activity tempo kept increasing and Tom aided the various departments as he could. (reply: any) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 1 - 0947) Josh had been busy monitoring the ship's systems and had only been half listening to the discussion going on around the Bridge about what the anomaly could be when a sudden flash caught her attention, swiftly followed by a warning from the helm about the shockwave heading towards them. Josh immediately locked herself into her chair but as she glanced up she was concerned to see that the Captain was still standing behind the helm station, with little chance of getting himself secure before the shockwave hit them. As it hit the whole ship lifted bow first even though Dralar fought to control it. Josh watched as the Captain fell back and hit the floor in front of her. She struggled to release her safeties as her medical training immediately tried to take control. Gazing down at him she could see him trying to tell her something and she immediately realised where she was and what she was supposed to be doing. Thankfully the Captain seemed uninjured and as he rose he looked briefly at her. "Mister Caskie, get me a ship wide status report." Nodding she opened a ship wide channel, "Bridge here, all decks status report." (Reply all who haven't already) As the reports began flooding in she simply kept the Captain updated as soon as she was given the information. He had already given a flurry of orders to all of the bridge stations when he suddenly asked where Jono was. Ensign Bozeman immediately replied, "He's here sir, Looks pretty bad." Josh caught the nod the Captain gave her and sprinting across the bridge she immediately hauled out the med kit kept behind a panel for just such an emergency as this. Taking it across to Jono she immediately knelt down beside him and began scanning him with the tricorder. She could see immediately that it was not good. He had obviously not managed to lock down the restraints on his chair before the wave struck and had been thrown across the bridge and suffered several serious injuries as far as she could tell. Tapping her comm badge Josh lowered her voice. "Caskie to Sickbay. I have a severely injured casualty here with extensive head, chest and extremities trauma. I will have Ops beam him to the main Biobed. Expect him momentarily." (Reply any in Sickbay) Turning to Jackson she nodded at him. "Please beam Mr Janeway directly to the main biobed in Sickbay Mr Jackson." (Reply Jackson iyw) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge – aCOPs – Ensign Smith - 0947.5) Robert was thrown to the floor as the ship was hit. He tried to role as he landed but managed to crack his head off the bulkhead. He lay there for a moment until his vision cleared before he hoisted himself back to his console. He saw that Johnson was pulling lots of power to the shields and IDF. He began to assist as he pulled power from reserves and redundant areas. He powered down or reduced the amount of power areas needed and flowed the exes power to what Jackson was doing. "Mister Jackson, and Mister Smith , I need you to do a complete check on the power relay systems and collect a crew injuries report." (reply Jackson) Robert nodded and then answered after Jackson. “Yes Captain.” He brought up another file on his consol and began to rapid fire requests at the computer to run diagnostics on the power relay systems. He then tagged the computer to send casualties reports as they were logged in sickbay. All this data was then compiled, sorted and then sent to Jackson’s console. As Robert scanned the power really data that the computer was sending him he saw that a major relay junction hub failure on deck five was out. Knowing the amount of work engineering had at the moment. He opened a channel to Jackson and typed. There is a major relay junction hub failure on deck five. Do you want me to go mobile and fix it or remain here? (reply Jackson) (reply Jackson, any) (posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - Head Nurse - Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - Day 1 - 0947) "Nurse Fisher, we have neurogenic shock case with possible heavy spinal trauma beaming into ICU three, get a staff together and let Doctor J'Or know he's needed there, please. Then get someone to take a look at Mister Raschen's arm. I'm pretty certain he needs to be back on the bridge as soon as possible." Kitty couldn't help but hear her orders clear across the room. There was something about a CMO and their tone of voice that would cut clear through anything and Kitty again wondered if it was taught or simply learned. Not wanting to spare the time to go look for Dr J'Or she simply tapped her commbage and advised him that he was needed in ICU three stat. Getting the rest of her staff together to work with the doctor, Kitty turned to the one other nurse nearest her. "Gita, sorry, looks like you get to go tidy up Mr Raschen. He needs to be back on the Bridge asap unless you decide he is not fit. Do what you can and if you need help just scream." Smiling Kitty immediately headed of to the ICU unit. (No reply needed) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - COPS - Lt. Tom Jackson - Day 1 - 0948) Tom Jackson thanked his lucky stars that he had been given time to activate his seat's restraints. Even with those in place, Jackson was whipped about like a rag doll. His attention swiftly returned to his readouts. Damage appeared initially to be minimal. Casualty reports were stating to filtering as well. While still trying to review the reports, the Captain asked about Jono Janeway. Tom heard a report from Ensign Bozeman that Jono was down and looked bad. Lt Cmdr Caskie retrieved a nearby med kit and began to scan Jono Janeway. She ordered Tom to "Turning to Jackson she nodded at him. "Please beam Mr Janeway directly to the main bio bed in Sickbay Mr Jackson." "Aye, Aye Ma'am" T.J. replied. He quickly punched the proper keys and Jon began to dematerialize. Sick Bay confirmed Janeway's arrival and Tom reported "Transport Completed". (Reply: Captain or Cmdr IYW) (posted by: Bill W) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - COPS - Lt. Tom Jackson - Day 1 - 0948.5) Tom's face twisted into a scowl. As additional data filtered in - the situation looked much worse. "D***" Tom swore out loud. His information just indicated the entire Main Deflector array failed. He saw heads turn his way. "Captain, we have just had the entire main deflector array fail" Tom reported with a bit of trepidation. This was one of those times he wished he were not the boss! (reply: Captain or First Officer) T.J. added 'I am working with Engineering currently to effect emergency repairs". Tom thanked his stars he had contacted Engineering and was in the process of trying to help fix the deflector array. (reply: Engineering and/ or CO/FO) Tom instructed all non-duty OPS staff to report to the CEO to assist his team. He waited to see what his colleagues were going to do. He kept all available power going to the Shields and IDF's. The tension level ratchet up yet another notch. (reply: any on bridge) (posted by: Bill W) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 2, Stellar Cartography - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 0949) Dorian could see from his sensor readings that damage had been sustained to the forward array. ~Maybe the deflector is down.~ He focused on refining the data of the events prior to the gravimetric wave. Something nagged him about the suddenness of the formation and the incredibly low probability of it happening just as they came along. He tapped his commbadge. "Lt. Jackson, this is Ensign Weaver. I'd like to retain a small staff to study what just happened, but feel free to call on any of my ratings as you see fit. I'm sending you a personnel report listing appropriate skills." He activated the data transfer. (Reply Jackson) Dorian didn't feel at ease to discuss what was just a suspicion at this point with the Captain or First Officer, as they probably had bigger fish to fry. But still, he didn't want this to seem like an oversight. But if someone or something out there had provoked this, then someone had to be notified. ~External threat… right up Tactical's alley, right?~ "Lieutenant Raschen, I'm sending you a data analysis scenario that could, possibly, indicate that recent events could have been the result of direct intervention by… someone, or something. I just think it would be adviseable to keep our ears peeled… and that you might have the Captain's more easily than I." He sent another condensed data transfer. (Reply Raschen) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 2, Stellar Cartography - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 0952) Dorian was bringing the projector back online as they had just evacuated Galliano from the curved bottom of the chamber. For all the care he extended to the injured crewmember, he needed those images! =/\= Bridge to Weaver. =/\= "Yes sir?" "Mister Weaver, I want you to review the sensor logs and tell me what just happened. I need to know the likelihood that it could happen again." "Of course, Captain. Give me a few seconds." ~A few scondes? What were you thinking?" Dorian's fingers flew over his console as fast as he could. He replayed the events, and tried to run filters in pairs. Subspace, multi-spectral, plain old thermal. It seemed not one single factor was to blame for the violence of the shockwave. By all accounts, it shouldn't have rocked them so hard. ~Of course.~ Quantum theory could very well apply in this case. The only factor that he had not taken into account, was the ship itself. An impartial observer does not really exist, he or she influences the phenomenon by its mere existence. "Sir, I can't tell exactly what caused the shockwave's original inception, that'll take me a bit more time. But I think we ought to stay immobile for the time being, It doesn't seem likely that the original conditions will duplicate in the very same spot right away. However, if we move, we could end up facing the same situation. I also think we need to get Engineering in on this. We don't need tougher shields, we need precisely tuned shields.." He paused for a second, wondering if he had made any sense. " Do I still get my probes? They'd be a good proxy for the moment." (Reply Salid, any) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - CO - Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 1 - 0955) Weaver's indication that it might be safer to keep the ship in one place for the moment made Salid uneasy. If nothing else his instincts were to move the ship away from what had been an immediate source of danger. It was the traditional fight or flight response. Still, Salid had not put the man in charge only to distrust his opinions. The Science officer was qualified to do his job, which was essentially advising on Scientific matters and finding answers to unknowns. If the CO could not trust his Chief Science officer to advise him properly, then he should have never been given the position. "I understand, Mister Weaver." he finally replied, "however, please be aware that I would prefer not to be here any longer than necessary without knowing if this phenomenon could reoccur. Please advise me as soon as you are able. You are certainly authorized to use those probes Mister Weaver, as needed. Bridge out." Raschen had left the bridge with his injury and Jackson had beamed Jono to sickbay as well. Nayati was starting to coordinate his efforts to look after the needs of the Civilians on board and all the while damage reports and injury reports were flooding into the bridge for his review. "Captain, we have just had the entire main deflector array fail" Tom reported with a bit of trepidation. Ahmed nodded, "Make the tactical shields and SIF your primary concern then, Mister Jackson. The ship won't stand a chance if they fail." "I am working with Engineering currently to effect emergency repairs." Jackson replied. it made Ahmed very happy to know that Tom was on the job. in all the time that he'd known the man, he'd never failed him, even when he was uncertain about his actions. Consistency was a good thing. Ahmed arched his back as he sat in his command chair. It was stiffening up some, probably bruised from the impact with the deck. There wasn't any significant pain, but there was a sort of constant throbbing, so he knew that at least he wasn't seriously injured. Caskie seemed to be handling the sudden strain well enough. It was a hell of a way to start her first live mission as First officer. "Any word from Martinovich?" he asked her. He desperately wanted a complete engineering report, but so far all he was receiving was partial reports about subsystems. He fought the urge to walk over to the Engineering console on the bridge himself and start issuing orders. After all he was a trained Engineer and prior CEO. (reply Caskie) "I think I'm heading down to Main Engineering, She may have been one of the injuries. Morrow and T'Kron may be up to their elbows in emergency repairs. I think I need a first hand assessment of our technical condition." (reply Caskie) "Mister Smith," Ahmed said as he stood. " Take over coordinating for the needs of the Civilians on board. Mister Nayati, you're with me. You have the Bridge Mister Caskie." Ahmed turned and headed for the turbo lift bound for Main Engineering. (reply Caskie, Nayati, Smith, Any) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - CO - Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 1 - 0955.5) "Any word from Martinovich?" he asked her. He desperately wanted a complete engineering report, but so far all he was receiving was partial reports about subsystems. He fought the urge to walk over to the Engineering console on the bridge himself and start issuing orders. After all he was a trained Engineer and prior CEO. "No Sir. I am not sure whether it is simply static due to the wave that hit us, or a comm. system failure in Engineering, or something else, but we had no report from Engineering or the CEO since the first damage control request." "I think I'm heading down to Main Engineering, She may have been one of the injuries. Morrow and T'Kron may be up to their elbows in emergency repairs. I think I need a first hand assessment of our technical condition." "Mister Smith," Ahmed said as he stood. " Take over coordinating for the needs of the Civilians on board. Mister Nayati, you're with me. You have the Bridge Mister Caskie." Josh stood up as the Captain did and looked straight at him whilst lowering her voice to a level that hopefully, only he could hear. "Sir, whilst I understand your need to have an full update from Engineering I suggest that if you feel the need, then most of it can be done from the Engineering station on the bridge." "Whilst I understand that by training you are an Engineer I see no need for you to go running down there at the first sign of trouble. You, as Captain, should be on the bridge where you belong. Would you be so easygoing with me Sir if I asked to run off and check on medical if they were not responding? I suggest that you send someone else down to engineering to check on their status and give you a report. You, as Captain however should remain here where your training qualifies you to be." Ahmed nodded, then responding in an equally quiet tone of voice said, "Your advise is noted, Mister Caskie. However, I might remind you that if Sickbay fails at this very moment, we won't lose the entire vessel with all hands. If Engineering fails to handle the damage, it is more than likely going to be the case. " Caskie nodded before replying, "However, if you insist Sir, then I have the Bridge and will send any updates that I get to you in Engineering." "Thank you commander, you have the bridge." As Caskie sat back down again and began issuing orders, Ahmed and Nayati stepped into the turbo lift. "Deck 6" he commanded the lift once the doors had closed. "Mister Nayati, I want you to make your way to main engineering find out what's going on and communicate the situation back to the bridge. I'm hoping that you will find Martinovich working hard and that the comm. is down in Main Engineering. Tell the senior Engineering officer, that we need to make tactical shields and SIF the main priority followed by the port side impulse reactors." (reply Nayati) "I'm going to do a quick assessment of the main deflector control and array on deck 15 before returning to the bridge. Keep it short and precise and get back to the bridge, and remember you're the third officer, so you have your own authority to work under." (reply Nayati) "I know it's a hard concept to get used to. But you're doing fine. " The doors to the turbo lift slid open. Once Nayati departed the turbo lift, Ahmed ordered the car to Deck 15. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Jefferies Tubes – ACEO Lt. T'Kron - Day 1 - 0956) The ship had shaken and groaned, its structural integrity straining under metal fatigue and stress. The ship's shield generators struggled to compensate and held out under the onslaught of energies outside the ship, a tribute to the ship's design and quality of construction. T'Kron's teammate Hunter had gone white with fear and had nearly been flung down the tube. T'Kron had grabbed him and pinned them both to the grid of the tube floor, gripping the grid tightly with his fingers. The ship had rocked and bucked beneath them, her gravity compensators whining in her efforts to balance the ship. T'Kron gritted his teeth against the onslaught of terror radiating from Crewman Hunter and had hung on for dear life until the ship righted itself again. A few nearby subsystems had thrown some sparks but there was comparatively little damage when one looked at what could have happened. Upon arising from the tube floor grid, they checked the shield generator and found it functioning well within safety limits. Once all of those in Damage Control Team 3 had reported in to him, signifying that the shields had held and the generators were still working within normal parameters, T'Kron tapped his commbadge. "T'Kron to Lt. Martinovich and Captain Salid. I am in the Jeffries tubes with Damage Control Team 3 monitoring the shield generators. Damage to the shield generators is minimal, though I read from here the shields are depleted by 16%. There are no fatalities among us, although there may be slight injuries from having been thrown around unexpectedly. We are currently affecting minor repairs." (Reply Ahmed ibn Salid, Stacey Martinovich, Any) (Posted by Sheila) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - COPS - Lt. tom Jackson - Day 1 - 0956.5) As the Rosenante began her recovery, Captain Salid issued his orders. "Make the tactical shields and SIF your primary concern then, Mister Jackson. The ship won't stand a chance if they fail." Tom quickly responded "Aye, Aye Sir" and turned to his newly assigned tasks. Jackson thanked his stars that he had spent time at SB Geneva working on holo-deck Sim covering most anticipated responses for the given set of situations. It had helped Tom come up to speed quickly. The captain prepared to leave the bridge. Cmdr Caskie placed her self in front of the Co and was speaking to him. Tom couldn't tell exactly what was said but the FO had a determined look on her face. ~Glad she is on our side~ T.J. thought to himself. He returned to monitoring the repairs. (reply: Anyone) (posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - FO - Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 1 - 0957) Josh had heard, like everyone on the Bridge, Mister Jackson's announcement about the Deflector Array failure and the Captain's response to it. He arched his back as if he was in pain and Josh's hands twitched for a hypospray but she stayed focused and answered his next question. "Any word from Martinovich?" Josh simply shook her head. "No Sir. I am not sure whether it is simply static due to the wave that hit us, or a comm system failure in Engineering, or something else, but we had no report from Engineering or the CEO since the first damage control request." "I think I'm heading down to Main Engineering, She may have been one of the injuries. Morrow and T'Kron may be up to their elbows in emergency repairs. I think I need a first hand assessment of our technical condition." "Mister Smith," Ahmed said as he stood. " Take over coordinating for the needs of the Civilians on board. Mister Nayati, you're with me. You have the Bridge Mister Caskie." Josh stood up as the Captain did and looked straight at him whilst lowering her voice to a level that hopefully, only he could hear. "Sir, whilst I understand your need to have an full update from Engineering I suggest that if you feel the need, then most of it can be done from the Engineering station on the bridge." "Whilst I understand that by training you are an Engineer I see no need for you to go running down there at the first sign of trouble. You, as Captain, should be on the bridge where you belong. Would you be so easygoing with me Sir if I asked to run off and check on medical if they were not responding? I suggest that you send someone else down to engineering to check on their status and give you a report. You, as Captain however should remain here where your training qualifies you to be." (Reply Salid) "However, if you insist Sir, then I have the Bridge and will send any updates that I get to you in Engineering." (Reply Salid) Her face frozen into a mask Josh sat back down again and began issuing orders. "Right then boys and girls, here is what I want. I want a continuous sensor sweep of the area that the wave came from. If we get another one I want a warning first. Mr Jackson. I need you to keep me updated are far as you are able with regard to Engineering until we hear from them again. I also want continuous updates on the Tactical Shields and Sif and I want to know the minute they are online again. Also I want all of you to relay the same information to the Captain in Engineering." Mr Dralar, please keep us in this position at present, but feel free to use your discretion, as needed, to remove the ship from danger. Do not ask my permission or wait for it. If you feel that the ship is in danger then move us away and explain afterwards." (Reply all) Josh though about what else she needed to do and finally one glaring omission hit her. Tapping her comm badge she began talking again. "Bridge to Mr Weaver. I think it might be prudent if we have a science officer on the Bridge to advise us at present. I'll leave it up to you who you send. Bridge out." (Reply Weaver) Confident that she had done all she could at present Josh simply waited for the various answers and reports to come in, all the while trying to second guess herself about whether she had missed something vital. (Posted by Marilyn) (Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 2, Stellar Cartography - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 0959) =/\= Bridge to Mr Weaver. I think it might be prudent if we have a science officer on the Bridge to advise us at present. I'll leave it up to you who you send. Bridge out. =/\= ~Sure thing, boss.~ Dorian straightened himself. "P.O., route the main console feed to Science station #1 on the Bridge.. I'll represent. Get a pair of probes off to investigate that "epicenter" of the shockwave." He trusted his staff implicitly, he needed to. He left the projection room. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS ROSENANTE - Sick Bay - CSec - LT (jg) Chance Raschen - 1000) As Chance entered the sickbay, he was amazed at the organized chaos. He felt blood tickling his fingertips just before it dripped on the deck. Using his tunic as a rag, he wiped some of the blood off his hand. After standing just inside the doorway for a couple of moments, Raschen finally got the attention of someone and asked “Where can I go to wait my turn to be seen?” (Reply any in sickbay) “Thank you. Also, can I get something to wrap around this so I don‘t ruin the carpet?” Raschen said as he started to move toward the indicated location. (Reply any in sickbay) “Again, thank you.” he then went and sat down to await his turn to be taken care of. (Reply any in sickbay) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - aCSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 1001) Dorian stepped onto the Bridge briskly, taking in the situation as he went. He sat down behind the console, powered it up and saw the nebula displyed. ~Good work, Montoya.~ "Reporting as ordered, Commander." He turned to V'Shera quickly. "Sir, I had sent Lt. Raschen a datafile to his console, thinking that he was in charge of Tactical at the moment. To make it short, it explores the possibility that this event had a deliberate cause, and was not random in nature. I thought you'd like to consider that possibility." (Reply V'Shera) "Commander Caskie, I've taken the liberty of having a pair of probes sent towards the most probable epicenter of the wave for a deeper analysis. I should have data in a few minutes." (Reply any) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - FO Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie - 1003) A few minutes after Josh has asked for a Science Officer to be present on the bridge the aCSO appeared himself, reported for duty and immediately station himself at the main science console. Josh simply nodded her acknowledgement of his arrival since she did not want to distract him from his duties. "Commander Caskie, I've taken the liberty of having a pair of probes sent towards the most probable epicenter of the wave for a deeper analysis. I should have data in a few minutes." Josh nodded. "Thank you Mr Weaver. Keep me updated and please send a copy of your information to the Captain at the main engineering console. Let's all keep on the ball ladies and gentlemen I would hate to have a repeat of our last roller coaster ride on my watch." (Reply any) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - aCSO -Ensign Dorian Weaver - 1009) "Excuse me, Commander Caskie, I was wondering if I could have a minute of your time?" He waited for her to acknowledge him before continuing. (Reply Caskie) "I've been thinking. We encountered a gravimetric wave, and regardless of its origin, it might reoccur. Since we are in a somewhat delicate situation, we could modify type VI probes, and use them as a sort of beachhead, to break future waves. We would just need to swap out parts of the sensor pallets, gut out half the comm modules and install a gravity pulse generators." He showed her a model on his console with three such modified probes standing at a distance of 15000 kilometers. "We could slave them to the conn, so this way they would follow the ship if we were to move." The little animated ship moved through coloured clouds, three dots hovered in close proximity. "We would burn out the emitters after a wave, though. They would have to be replaced every time. So what do you think?" (Reply Caskie) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Deflector Control - CO - Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 1 - 1015) The doors to deflector control slid open to reveal a great deal of chaos. The consoles were smashed from the massive power feedback. The observation barrier was smashed and the polycrystalline shards were scattered everywhere. Beyond, in the main equipment bay, where the primary collators and other major components that made the Main deflector array work, was only smashed and barely recognizable components. A handful of engineers were trying to categorize the damage, cutting off split plasma relays and shutting of live power discharges. Ahmed did not need a need a status report from any of the engineers present. The main deflector was beyond the repair capabilities of the rosenante's crew at this point. They did not have the energy reserves, the heavy industrial replicators or the dry dock facility to conduct the repairs in their current state. Without the main deflector array operational, they would be unable to open a large enough opening to pass through the subspace terminus and eventually return to Federation Space. Without saying a word to any of the engineers present, he turned and exited the compartment and headed back for the bridge. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Bridge - CO - Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 1 - 1035) Salid stepped back onto the bridge and he felt that every eye turned to regard him. What would he say and what would he do now? They probably wondered. He moved across the room, nodding at Caskie as he went, then reassumed the center chair. "What's our status?" he asked her as he sat down. (reply Nayati, Caskie) Daniel Greene ===================================================================== (Starbase Geneva - Shuttle Bay - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 0832) Sullivan arrived to the shuttle bay with all her things. She had learned so much while she was here, and her experience on the Champlain and the Rosenante had given her an advantage over the other students, but now it was time for her to leave. She had to leave earlier then the other students, who were already on their shore leave, T'Larah has a mission to get back to. The doors of the Cervantes opened on her approach. She placed her baggage in the door before the gangway fully touched the deck of the hangar. "Computer begin pre-flight diagnostic." she said and began her walk around the shuttle. She knew that with modern pre-flight diagnostics that a personal walk through was un-necessary. She acquired the habit from her flight instructor Captain "Chappy" Sinclair. The man was in his sixties but still every bit as vital a man. He had reasoned that one couldn't know for sure unless you see it with your own eyes. T'Larah thought it was the human predilection that tactile contact brought one closer to the object in question. Keeping the flight on a personal level he mused, would make one fight harder in combat. One couldn't argue with Captain Sinclair's results though. His classes produced some of the best pilots in Starfleet, since he started teaching ten years before T'Larah joined. She ran her fingers over the shuttle's metal skin on the vessels port bow. She inspected the Cervantes and the forward ventral section, ensuring that no extra-vehicular devices were planted there. Even in Starfleet's stronghold one couldn't be too careful. There were still hidden supporters of Doenitz somewhere. The intelligence reports she heard in class told her as much. Satisfied with her inspection complete she entered the Cervantes and closed the hatch. She settled down into the vessel's cockpit and began her final preparations for take-off. "Geneva command, this is Shuttle Cervantes requesting permission to get underway." she said activating the shuttle's communications. =^= Cervantes you will be cleared for departure in approximately two minutes, stand by for further instructions, Geneva out.=^= An announcement sounded in the shuttle bay, "Attention, stand clear of the bay doors. I say again stand clear of the bay doors. Energizing force field." A blue energy wall formed on the inside of the bay doors. Once fully energized, the physical doors began to open. The announcement came again. "Attention, bay doors are now opening stand clear." T'Larah thought the second announcement a little redundant as all personell had already cleared way of the doors. ~Safety first, I suppose would be logical.~ she thought as the lumbering doors continued to part. =^=Cervantes, this is Geneva Command, prepare for tractor control in three, two, one.=^= The tractor beam gripped the Cervantes with it's graviton grip and lifted it off the bay deck. Slowly it advanced the shuttle through the now open bay doors. Once it cleared the docking bay and was completely clear of the shield the tractor released. =^= Cervantes, you are now cleared to move under your own power. Good luck on your mission and God speed.=^= "Thank you Geneva, Cervantes out." she said and increased forward speed with the shuttle's thrusters. T'Larah then proceeded ahead at one quarter impulse power. When she was well clear of the station she accelerated to full impulse power. ~ Let's see what this thing can do.~ she thought. She accelerated to 0.8c. pointing the bow straight at a large moon's gravity well. When she got close enough it's pull began to accelerate the shuttle. When the timing was right she veered away hard bringing her final speed to 0.92c. She started feeling the time dilation phenomenon from her non warp speed's proximity to the speed of light. ~Impressive, it's been a while since I've flown a shuttle like this.~ She then set course for the appointment with the Rosenante. (Reply none) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------