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Subject: Spectre compile Jan 4-11 (pt1)
Spectre compile Jan 4-11 
Mission: The Prisoners Dilemma, Day 3 
Stardate 2406.03.11 

((Planet's surface, base camp, Ensign Rain Anderson - 8.00) 
Planet's surface, base camp, Kahila Lono, 8:20) 
(Planet's Surface: Base Camp -- Lt. Orde -- 0823) 
(Shuttle - Base Camp Perimeter - Lt Major Drizzt - 08.52) 
(Shuttle, CO, Captain Remae - 09.00) 
(USS Spectre, Jefferies Tube, ACEO, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 10:00 
(USS Spectre: Sickbay, Ensign Rain Anderson - 10.40)) 
(USS Spectre, Felicity's quarters, 11:00    
(USS Spectre: Sickbay, Kahila Lono,11:20) 
(USS Spectre: Cargo Bay 1 -- Lt. Orde -- 1125) 
(USS Spectre, Bridge, Kahila Lono, 11:25) 
(USS Spectre: Cargo Bay One - Lt. Orde - 11:26) 
USS Spectre, Bridge, CO, Captain Remae - 11.29) 
(USS Spectre, Bridge, CO, Captain Remae - 11.29) 
(USS Spectre, Bridge, CONN, Lt(JG) L'Tal - 11.29) 
((USS Spectre - Sickbay, CSO Ensign Octan Maber, 11:30) 
(USS Spectre, Nacelle, ACEO, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 11:30) 
USS Spectre, Cargo Bay 1, Kahila Lono, 11:35) 
(USS Spectre - Corridor - ACMO Anderson - 11.40) 
USS Spectre, Nacelle, ACEO, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 11:45) 
(USS Spectre, Engineering, CO, Captain Remae - 12.30) 
(USS Spectre, Main Engineering, ACEO, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 12:30) 
(USS Spectre, Personal Quarters, ACEO, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 13:15) 
(USS Spectre, Personal Quarters, ACEO, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 13:15) 
(USS Spectre, CSO's Quarters, CSO Ensign Octan Maber, 13:15) 


((Planet's surface, base camp, Ensign Rain Anderson - 8.00) 

Rain groaned as the walls of the tent around her writhed with snakes of 
various colours and sizes. She cringed into the mattress on which she 
lay, hoping to put more distance between her and the products of her 
delirium. Just as quickly as this hallucination had started, along came 
another. This time a gaping black hole formed in the roof above her and 
she imagined herself being sucked inside. She clung onto the bed frame 
in a feeble attempt to beat gravity. 

In her high state of fever, she didn't notice the hypospray pressed to 
her neck. She did, however, breathe a sigh of relief when the hole above 
her began to diminish. Her breathing began to slow and she felt a coll 
cloth on her forehead. She began to be aware of her surroundings and 
looked up at the young medic who was wiping the sweat from her eyes. 

Rain, as a doctor, had always been very aware of her own body and she 
could now feel the strength returning to her muscles as the bacteria 
causing the fever was wiped out. 

"I owe you a drink crewman." She said. 

She wondered if she'd missed the xenolithe assault, but as usual, she 
chose denial over reality. Firstly she wanted to see if her plan had 
worked. She grabbed the closest tricorder and turned it on. It made the 
familiar hum. 

~So far so good~ 

She scanned her brain and was able to detect the remnants of the 
nanoprobes. They were being consumed by her bodies immune system. 

~Woo Hoo!~ 

She moved to the closest bed and administered a dose of the encephalitis 
bacteria to Ensign Robinson. It only took a few minutes for the highly 
rampant bacteria to initiate a fever. 

Rain looked up when she heard voices, pleased to see it was Kahila. 

"Commander, you are just in time to try out my new cure for the 
nanoprobes and I am living proof that it works. Ensign Robinson should 
be nearly cured by now." Rain went on to explain how her cure worked. 

""That's wonderful, Dr. You certainly deserve commendation for your 
initiative. Unfortunately, we are far from being safe. The Xenolithe 
are moving in, and being held at bay by our troops, with air cover by 
the Captain. 
We need to plan for evacuation. I'll help pack medical supplies we may 
need, in case we can't make it back to the Spectre. Do you have more of 
the paratonium and antibacterial agent?" 

Rain felt the colour drain from her face at the mention of the 
xenolithe. 

"I have some left but there is more in stasis on the ship. We can't go 
until Robinson is well enough to travel. Let me see where he temperature 
is at." 

While the others gathered up as much equipment as they could reasonably 
carry, Rain monitored Robinson. 

"108.2..... come on.... faster.... 108.6....... just a bit longer, 
Commander..... 109.... I need to go a little higher ..... 109.2." Rain 
pushed the antibacterial agent into the hypospray and pressed it to 
Robinson's neck. 

"She will need a few minutes to gain enough strength to walk" Rain 
pleaded, knowing how close they all were to being xenolithe fodder. 

She assisted Robinson to a sitting position and then to her feet. Even 
though she was still slightly delirious, she was able to walk with help. 
A young crewman moved to assist Robinson and Rain grabbed her medkit and 
headed out with the evacuation party. 

Rain was not prepared for what was to face her outside. The marines and 
security officers were under heavy fire from the xenolithe and there 
were many bodies littering the ground. Rain was unarmed and she used 
every ounce of willpower she possessed to stop total and debilitating 
panic from consuming her. Simply put, she ran for her life! 

When the Spectre came in to view she almost skipped in the air, but she 
concentrated on running, even as her fevered body began to weaken. 

Rain began to make her way to sickbay through the Jeffries Tubes, hoping 
that Dr Cambridge was already there as she hadn't seen him since early 
this morning. 

(Reply any) 
(Posted by Wendy Keen) 

(Planet's surface, base camp, Kahila Lono, 8:20) 

Kahila and Felicity had helped Pierce Orde to his feet, and stayed nearby until he had his bearings. Then Orde was eager to go to the munitions storage facility, to survey supplies and arm himself. Kahila saw Captain Remae take off in the shuttle, and watched it swerve around, obviously providing air support for the troops. She hurried to the medical unit, where Octan was recovering from his foray into enemy lines. He met her outside the medical area, and she said, "Ensign, it's good to see that you're up and around. We'll need all the help we can get; the battle's moving closer to camp." 

(Reply Octan) 

"I'm concerned about Dr. Anderson, as no one has seen her for nearly an hour." Kahila said, then went into the medical tent, a place she had avoided, as she didn't want to interfere with the medical equipment. She saw that Rain Anderson was tending to Ensign Robinson, who appeared weak and feverish. Dr. Anderson explained to Kahila about her experiment on herself using paratonium bacteria to raise a high enough fever to kill the nano cluster; and that she had then used the same technique on Robinson, who was in process of recovery. 

Kahila stood silent for a few moments, wishing she had time to truly feel the hope and joy this news gave her. It was, after all, a reprieve from death. "That's wonderful, Dr. You certainly deserve commendation for your initiative. Unfortunately, we are far from being safe. The Xenolithe are moving in, and being held at bay by our troops, with air cover by the Captain. 
We need to plan for evacuation. I'll help pack medical supplies we may need, in case we can't make it back to the Spectre. Do you have more of the paratonium and antibacterial agent?" 

(Reply Rain) 

By the time they had packed supplies and grabbed a few basic medkits, and called together enough crewmen to carry them, word came about Major Drizzt's order for evacuation, which came as no surprise to anyone. Pierce was armed with old style weaponry, and carried what little remained from storage. Kahila told him, "Pierce, lead enough forces to cover our evacuation." She assigned several crewmen to carry the three still-comatose patients, and one to help Ensign Robinson, who was able to walk, but still unsteady. She was relieved to see that Rain Anderson 
appeared completely recovered from the fever. 

They made their way through the lines of infantry, and Pierce's forces were joined by a few Marines, running along-side the medical crew and patients. Kahila carried one of the older weapons, and took her place at the front of their line. Xenolithe ships could be seen veering their way, then some falling under fire, others retreating. Xenolithe infantry were moving in the same direction as they were, and more Marines moved out from the campsite, engaging them. 

Kahila aimed her weapon, fired, and stepped back, surprised for a moment at the recoil, then fired again, her earlier determination for battle returning. Though the shock of actually downing one of the enemy sobered her. She knew she'd never take to killing in a lighthearted way. 
But she could do what was needed. Another went down, and Kahila ran forward, motioning to the crewmen ferrying the. patients. She saw that Pierce had joined several of the Marines in an onslaught. 

Then at last they moved down the ravine where the Spectre was berthed, and the Security Forces opened the way for them, behind the lines, and a hatch was opened. Kahila stood guard while the medical personnel and patients were moved through, then followed them into the Spectre. 

She looked swiftly around, relieved to see the Spectre safe and unboarded. As the lifts were not working, they made their way laboriously down ladders and along Jeffries Tubes to Sickbay. 
Once there, Kahila helped secure the patients, then at last made her way to the Bridge. 

(Reply all) 
posted by Josephine Goodman 
(Planet's Surface: Base Camp -- Lt. Orde -- 0823) 
Lt. Pierce Orde felt enthused to be up and moving again. "I'll be back," he stated aloud, grinning. He dashed off to the munitions supply area and quickly outfitted himself with armor, delighted to see that his entire wall collection (all replicated -- thank god!) was present. Unfortunately, there was only limited ammunition for most of the odd firearms. Quickly, he scooped up two pistols (.44 Magnum and his Colt) and holsters, as well two shotguns (which he slung around on his back) and a rifle (this he carried). For payload, he took the rest of his normal pistol round, some rifle cartridges (normal and explosive), and some of the shotgun shells available (explosive and slugs). He quickly made his way back to sickbay. No sooner than he had arrived, another emergency (of sorts) had cropped up: evacuation. 
"Pierce, lead enough forces to cover our evacuation," he was ordered by Kahlia. 
He nodded once, then unslung one of the two shotguns and tossed it to her. "Anything you say, ma'am." He quickly commandeered the two crewmen who had been standing guard over the infirmary area. "Our job is to make sure these people get themselves to the ship -- and then get to the main battle. Understood?" He recieved two detemined nods in reply. 
As the medical personnel moved out, Pierce and his two crewmembers took up protective positions, with Pierce in the lead of the group, one of the crewmen (Dal), in the center and the other (Zs'tl) taking up the rear. When the group came upon a mass of Xenolithe assaulting Marines, he waved his own men to continue to accompany the medics. He loaded up a few rifle rounds and, aiming quickly, fired. The gun in his hands sang with each shot. He took down two Xenolithe with shots to the head, oddly satisfied to see that his antiques had served him well. Time and again, he sighted in and fired on another Xenolithe, downing them with at most three explosive rounds. It seemed that only a head shot was guaranteed to take the bastards down (at least with his payloads)... and he was running out of ammunition. He withdrew, making his way back to the Spectre himself. 
(Reply any) 
(Posted by Lenox) 
(Shuttle - Base Camp Perimeter - Lt Major Drizzt - 08.52) 

The Andorian snarled inside his Pallas Battle Helmet, the Xenolithe 
charging him did much the same thing. The Marine had been facing another 
direction, he didn't have time to snap the rifle over to fire. Rather, 
with his free arm, he grabbed at the combat knife and fell backwards 
when the Xenolithe warrior jumped at him. His blade found a home in the 
Xenlithes touch hide twice, before Drizzt had a chance to roll away. 
However, the long claws of the Xenolithe found grip on his BDU as well, 
and he came away with two large gashes that didn't quite break all the 
way through. 

The Xenolithe was just about to strike again, when two phaser beams hit 
it simultaneously. Drizzt wasted no time in seeing who had freed him, 
there simply wasn't the time, their lines were starting to be over-run, 
this was just the front-runners, the lance-head of the greater Xenolithe 
phalanx rushing their way. 

The Major looked at the HUD on the helmet, by reflex, and noticed that 
most of the lines were being engaged lightly. It was really starting, 
this was where they were going to have to hold. The only men not 
actively being engaged where the heavy artillery, high in the rocks. But 
even they had mostly stopped the bombardment, in favor of lighter 
weapons to take out the Xenolithe getting too close. Only a few of the 
support phasers were still firing constantly, though still to 
devastating effect. 

The Major pulled his rifle up, and started firing high-power shots at 
the Xenolithe coming up his rock. Some dodged, most didn't, but it took 
several shots before they would stay down. There was nothing worse to 
fight then a band of Xenolithe, who were intent on a target. But, they 
seemed to be intent on taking out the fools who dared fire at them, that 
left the camp and retreating personnel mostly safe. 

But they were paying for it, Marines and Security were falling. Slowly, 
now, but once the main strength of the invasion came up, they wouldn't 
stand a chance. This was starting to look like their last stand. "Stand 
firm..." growled Drizzt over the open frequency, "Pull out the toys!" 

Several of the Combat Engineers put their rifles down at that last 
command, and pulled out several items from their packs. CE's were known 
for their explosives, the Xenolithe were about to learn that the hard 
way. Spider did nothing of the sort, he had only one bit of special 
explosive on him... A last stand measure, something guaranteed to blow 
one hell of a hole in the lines should it become necessary. The device 
had been attached to his BDU and it was plugged into the processor, he 
only need say a code-word for it to detonate. 

Large booms started penetrating the screams and battle-cries of battle, 
the Xenolithe wave quickly restructured itself to take care of the 
largest threats first, so the CE's rapidly found themselves under heavy 
attack. Spider kept firing with his rifle, until the pack went dead on 
it, after which he quickly tossed it to the side and pulled the scatter 
gun. There was no better weapon for hand-to-hand then a Scattergun, it 
was like a phaser-shotgun, fifty small phaser bursts were shot from it 
at once, which had the effect of splattering whatever it hit. The only 
downside was it's range, it wasn't good for anything over 100 meters. 

Not that lack-of-targets was a problem, he didn't hardly have to aim, 
all he had to do was make sure he wasn't pointing it at a friendly. 

The Xenolithe continued to surge into the rocky terrain, taking 
frightening losses, but they were still pulling down the Federation 
forces as well. Drizzt concluded they were down to half strength by this 
point, the Xenolithe could afford to spend ten or fifteen bodies per one 
Marine, they would still win with those odds. 

=^=The Camp is clear, all forces retreat!=^= suddenly bellowed over all 
frequencies. The Andorian took a moment to look over the camp, and 
noticed it was true... It had finally emptied. He took a moment, and 
came to his decision. "Combat Engineers, cover all security and Marine 
force withdrawals!" 

=/=Aye Sir!=\= 

He grabbed the BDU of one of the passing security guards, "Get them to 
beam us back, once everyone else is aboard!" he said through the 
external speaker. 

The security guard didn't even bother to answer, just nodded his head 
and took bolted for cover. Drizzt turned his head, and looked at the 
Marine/Security withdrawal. Everyone was still firing, but they were 
doing so on the run. "I hope to the Gods I haven't just made us 
Martyrs," he muttered to himself, then in a frequency to the CE's he 
bellowed, "COVER THE RETREATING FORCES, LAY IT ON EM BOYS!" 

He popped up out of cover, his scattergun blazing, picking out the 
closest targets and laying them flat as fast as he could. The ten men 
left of the Combat Engineering squad could keep the Xenolithe busy for, 
maybe, ten minutes. After that, they would all be dead. 


(reply: any) 
(posted by Trout) 

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~Jeremy Trout 
(Shuttle, CO, Captain Remae - 09.00) 

He flew over the line once more, the Marines were making medium to short 
range attacks on the approaching Xenolithe, looks like the strategy was 
to avoid hand to hand contact. 

~ Smart move ~ 

Remae swung her around once more and returned to base camp, landing 
closer this time than normal, he could see more of the wounded were 
evacuating back to the Spectre, he thought that the treatment that Rain 
had performed on herself, must have worked. 

He landed the vessel, leaving the engines running he head to the camp 
that was rapidly being closed down. 

(Base Camp, CO, Captain Remae - 09.30) 

The CO was helping with the camp cleanup, most of the officers and crew 
had returned to the Spectre and the wounded were being treated. As for 
the infected crew, a treatment was being worked on that would solve 
their problems. Each infected crew would be exposed to the same heat 
treatment as Rain and Octan had worked out together, however, Remae was 
still concerned at the unreturned CSO and the team he had sent after 
him. 

(Base Camp, CO, Captain Remae - 10.00) 

"Captain, over here!", shouted one of the few remaining medics, "Its Lt 
Cambridge!" 

He ran over to where they had brought over the CMO, he looked like he 
had been shredded by more than one Xenolithe, how he was still alive, 
the Bajoran couldn't even guess. 

"How is he?", Remae asked as the team of people around began to work and 
clean up what they could. 

"He's in a coma, the body seemed to have shutdown, maybe to protect 
itself. until we get him back to Sickbay, I have no idea more than 
that.", he said as Remae touched him communicator. 

"Captain to Spectre, get a shuttle out here, we have more wounded to be 
evacuated." 

=^= On its way =^= 

They began to move the CMO, slowly, to the landing site as Remae rapidly 
became one of the last of the crew still at the base. 

"Captain Remae to Major Drizzt, we've got a cure and we're evacuating 
now, start getting your men back to the Spectre, fall back, repeat, fall 
back." 

(Reply from Drizzt) 

"Remae to Ensign Longfellow, Ensign, prepare for departure in 1 hour, do 
what you have to do. Captain out." 

(Reply from Longfellow) 

(Base Camp, CO, Captain Remae - 10.50) 

The last shuttle and the First Officer had returned to the camp, there 
was nothing left now, nothing but the final team that the CMO had lead 
before getting injured, they were still looking for the CSO. 

=^= Captain, this is the search team, we've found him. =^= 

Not long after, they carried the CSO to the camp where they began to 
move the injured Bajoran. 

"What? Where am I?" Octan muttered groggily. 

"At the camp," Remae replied, kneeled down next to the CSO. 

"How?", he said, still recovering as he ran some basic medical scans. 

"The Captain sent a small group after you when you ran off," Kahila 
said. 

"They found you a couple of kilometres from here, in the middle of a 
group of dead Xenolithe. When they brought you back, we thought you 
were..." 

Remae interrupted the First Officer, "That's enough, let him rest. He is 
going to have a lot of explaining to do.", he said as he indicated to 
the search teams to get Octan onboard. Shortly, he was aboard too and 
Kahila took the controls of the shuttle and launched it. 

Not far away, the Xenolithe couldn't have been more than a kilometre 
away, Remae looked down at them as the shuttle gained speed and height, 
heading for the main Shuttlebay of the Spectre. 

(USS Spectre, Bridge, CO, Captain Remae - 11.25) 

After medics had taken the wounded from the shuttle, included the CSO, 
Remae headed for the Bridge once more, even though several of the crew 
were undergoing the heat treatment, several of them were at their posts 
already, preparing the ship for her departure. 

"All department heads, report to the First Officer, all hands to 
departure stations.", said Remae to the assembled Senior Officers. 

(Reply from any on the Bridge) 

"Kahila, is everyone on board?", asked Remae, he fully expected some 
Marines to still be on the permitter, the Major wasn't the type to not 
finish a job once started. 

(Reply from FO) 

"Engineering, status report?", asked Remae, as he sat down in the 
command chair, the crew of the ship were ready, was the ship? 

(Reply from ALL) 
(Posted by Anthony Keen) 

(USS Spectre, Jefferies Tube, ACEO, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 10:00) 
Between rerouting power for force fields, using it up in the replicators, shunting it over for weapons, and emergency transporter activity Engineering had had to shut down systems across the board that weren't of absolute necessity. Hank frowned as he looked around the Jefferies tube he was moving though and paused to check the map on his PADD. Grunting softly he shifted the heavy pack that slung down from his side. 
"Sometimes in Starfleet repairs will be required under less then ideal conditions," Hank muttered to himself softly just before the dim lights flickered off. Sighing heavily he felt around at his hip in the dark and slipped out his illuminator and flicked it on as he continued on towards his goal. 
=/\= "Engineering to Ens Longfellow," =/\= called out a voice over the man's combadge. 
"Longfellow here, and this better be good news," he muttered bitterly. 
=/\= "Power is restored in that port access point again and holding.. the crew that'd gone out are coming back quickly and there are a lot of wounded," =/\= the woman reported. 
"Get the Turbolifts online for the transfer of the wounded but only if the CMO, Ops or Sick Bay ask for it," Hank muttered grimly. The power they were tapping was going into limiting the number of injured if they could help it so the man considered the balance met. 
=/\= "The person in the medical department you asked about was off ship but has come back on I think the news is hard to sort out for the moment," =/\= they explained and Hank nodded to himself as he turned and went down a side tube then paused and looked over the wall panel there before opening the pack he carried. 
"The reroute should be in place here while I work on these systems, system up in less then ten minutes. I want power restored at the ten minute mark, out," he said stifling a yawn as he pulled out his engineering tricorder. Making sure that the systems were powered down, he started to pull the damaged systems and replace them with parts from the pack. 
=/\= "Remae to Ensign Longfellow, Ensign, prepare for departure in 1 hour, do what you have to do. Captain out." =/\= came a voice over the ensign's badge. 
Reaching up he slapped his combadge, "Sir, yes, sir," he almost barked out before breaking the connection. Shaking his head with a frown at the situation he noticed a slight dizziness and that his arms felt like lead weights as he moved them. "Got to focus," he whispered to himself. 
"Longfellow to Engineering department, I know we were prepping for take off at 10:00 before the attack and that we've all been a little busy but we need to refocus upon our goal to get the hell out of here and go back home," Hank stated firmly as he checked his work. "We have to pull together and get what we can done, period. You have less then one hour so make every second count," he ordered as he continued to swap the damaged parts for working ones. "Longfellow, out," he stated as he tapped the badge once more. Changing the rest slowly he paused on the last one as he heard a soft beeping noise. Shaking his head tiredly he shoved the circuit panel in place and leaned against where it rested for a moment. But he only rested there a moment before he was kicked backwards across the tube to the other side. "Ow," he moaned softly as he shook his hands to try and get the feeling back into them. Here and there slight burnt areas marked the skin between his fingers and on his palms. "Okay okay took longer then ten minutes," he muttered softly as he fumbled for a moment then finally picked up his tricorder and started off once more. "Stimulant.. wearing off," he murmured softly. "No.. no more," he whispered softly as he moved to an intersection and peered up the long ladder there for a moment then measured how many decks he'd have to go up before reaching the damaged warp nacelle. 
"Ens Longfellow to Main Engineering, we're backing out correct," Hank asked with a scowl as he started to scramble up the ladder. 
=/\= "Er.. yes sir," =/\= came back a voice hesitatingly. 
"Great, grab whatever fields you can off the systems on the ground and rig them to the damaged nacelle and remaining hull damage areas that we haven't cleared fully yet," Hank ordered with a grunt as he hauled himself upwards rung by rung. 
=/\= "Rig them sir," =/\= asked the voice. 
"I don't care how do it.. use duct tape or packing string to stick them to the ship if you have to just do it," he ordered firmly. "Don't take them from anywhere we still need them but do what you can, out," he muttered. 
(USS Spectre, Nacelle, ACEO, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 11:26) 
"Checking the alignment of the warp coils we have to make sure the parts we just installed match up correctly in their new configuration," Hank stated over his combadge as he ran the systems test then paused to look outside. The flickering bluish field was holding the atmosphere outside for the moment and would hold even the vacuum of space at bay if need be. No ragged edges remained as the damage had been cut expertly away here and there to make smooth even lines broken up only by the underlying bracing's that'd been put into place already. Panels and systems had already been replicated for the area, but there'd been little time to fasten them into place. Checking the time, Hank moved for one of the replaced lockers and pulled a suit from there to slip into but as he had he'd also seen the medkit resting there. Hesitating he reached a hand out for it and opened it. Glancing around he slipped out the hypo and the dermal regenerator. His hands still ached and stung from where they'd been burnt here and there sitting down he used the regenerator to do a quick job on his hands. Frowning he noted the tissue looked slightly odd as if callused here and there. 
=/\= "Systems are reading clear but that area is damaged I don't think it will survive the ride up to well," =/\= came the voice over his combadge from engineering. 
"Ya.. how is the other nacelle," Hank asked softly as he held up the hypo for a moment and squinted to peer at it. Very carefully he set the unit then pressed it against his throat. Gritting his teeth he waited a moment then flicked the hypo back towards the cabinet he'd gotten it from. No one was in the area to hear the instrument clatter to the ground. 
=/\= "Fully functional, but useless without two of them unless you want to go in a very fast circle," =/\= the crewperson stated. =/\= "Most of the other systems are operational we'd just need to confirm them and do deep scans according to Starfleet protocols before the ship is checked out for duty again," =/\= the person said and Hank nodded as he finished putting on the SEWG. Stepping into place at the workstation once more he fumbled with the systems on the suit's forearm for a moment then got the magnetic boots to lock down. 
"Computer, I need a log in to the Master Display in Main Engineering to be here," he said as he touched an area on the work station. Pausing he added a status display of the field level for the nacelle to the LCARS interface. 

=/\="Engineering, status report?" =/\=, asked Remae and Hank almost groaned once more as it was rerouted to his workstation. 
"All systems are at go, sir," Hank said as he reached up and reinitialized the power feed to the damaged nacelle. Shaking his head he watched as it stayed green for the moment. "Impulse is go. Set up for launch is go and while the one nacelle is still in questionable condition, Warp speed is currently go, sir" Hank reported in as he reached inside one of the small utility packs on the SEWG and slipped out a pair of tether rings. Peeling off the backing he adhered them to the hardpoints on the workstation before hooking the suit's tethers to it to secure him to the station. "Ready when you are sir, out," Hank stated before tapping his combadge and checking over the systems on the 'board's' window. The small ship on the screen was green with a few flickers of yellow here and there. The swapping of rigged systems for patched or repaired systems was still happening and the entire ship would need to be gone over once they'd reached a station but Hank felt.. hoped that it would hold for the moment. 
=/\= "Main Engineering to Ens Longfellow, we are getting a power up of the warp nacelle in your area," =/\= a voice said in confusion. 
"That's correct. Keep the power going to both nacelles and maintain the Warp core, I know the weapons are 'operational' but I want them working correctly," Hank stated. "Get as many engineering teams as you can on it and I want those systems watched over. Also check on the cloak.. if the Captain wants something for anything we get it for him.. period," Hank grumbled as he called up the engineering team tracking window to watch who was being sent where. 
=/\= "That nacelle will need someone there to watch over and maintain it," =/\= the crewman explained. 
"The minimum requirements for staffing it are being met," Longfellow said with a shrug. "Remember your basic engineering protocols for lift off in a landing capable vessel and apply them," he added, "But I'll be monitoring and coordinating the Engineering department from a secondary location. Out." 
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(Posted by Mark)