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Distress Call

Posted March 29, 2019, 5:23 p.m. by Captain Cassandra Rixan (Commanding Officer) (Katherine Dedul)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Thomas Buckingham (Chief Medical Officer (Incoming)) in Distress Call

Posted by Cadet Barvan (Security Officer) in Distress Call

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Rexar Omtala (Chief Engineer (Incoming)) in Distress Call
Posted by… suppressed (5) by the Post Ghost! 👻

-Snip

Turning to face the cadet at Tactical Rexars’ visage became a stern vision of focus. A lowered brow and angling receptors gave him the appearance of a marine sergeant, angry and wild. Of course the surface of the icy blue andorian was often misconstrued. He would only look to be certain that everyone on the bridge in situations like this were prepared and able to act not simply within regulation, but as representatives of the federation as whole.

“Steady on cadet and remember your place. We are ambassadors of the Union and must deport ourselves accordingly. We have little information and we must be open to interpretation, leaving no room for doubt. You may be correct but first we have to proceed with caution and not allow our presumptions to guide our actions.”

“Understood, sir.”

Walking past Tactical, Rexar would march about in an orderly manner beyond the science station towards the command chair, facing the view screen.

“Operations give us a visual, magnification seven. Inform the Captain and First Officer of our current dilemma and attempt to establish a stronger channel by focusing the bandwidth.”

The viewscreen would show a mass of asteroids and ice chunks moving about thickly in the area. Thick of course being relative as there as a lot of space between those chunks. Still it would be dangerous for the Endy to try to maneuver. Obscured by this or that ‘chunk’ was the scene of two prospecting ships. One had its bow crushed and stuck on the other, their angular hulls fixing them together. One could see escaping gases and, in the case of one, a plasma fire through a rupture in the hull.

Standing back from the viewer, ahead of the captain’s seat. Rexar stood to the side and looked up to see what was before them. Controlled and collected, he gazed forward with a hidden pride for those he served with here. Shifting his head over his shoulder while maintain his front eyes he called out sharply to the bridge.

“Helm, prepare to take us out of orbit and plot a course for the origin of the distress call. Science officer Kanto run a wide berth sweep of the planetary collision region to assist navigation and tactical if necessary.”

OOC: Good time for a cadet to play a NE as well by being a NC helmsman

After a short pause he sat down in the chair.

“Mr. Barvan, condition alert yellow.”

As Omtala uttered these words, the ship would flip to yellow alert.

LT.JG Rexar Omtala (CE)

Cadet Barvan, Security

Wookiee

“They won’t have long.”

Rexar stated quietly as sat up in the seat to lean towards the viewer.

“Signal the Seahawk and let them know transfers will resume after the emergency. Also if they have and relevant information about the vessels involved or further data on the area have them send it through immediately.”

Observing the sensor readout through the command chair screen, Rexar began calculations for shield and phaser modifications, contacting engineering to coordinate the operation.

“Tactical we’ll need to strengthen our shields if we want to get closer. I don’t want to go in but if we can close the gap even a few million kilometers may prove helpful.”

Standing from the chair he dashed over to Engineering 1 to assist NC. Gral in the system alterations.

A short, rotund male Tellerite, NC. Gral his black bread shook as he grumbled aloud at Rexars’ sudden arrival.

“Your on shield modifications with Barvan, follow his lead and don’t argue about it.”

Continuing power transfers and EPS regulations to adapt to the upcoming calibrations. Managing auxiliary relays and reinforcing the power grid, he would send the remaining data to Engineering allow them to complete the task. Swinging away from the console, a sly grin would have been detectable by those who might have caught him wearing it in that moment.

“Kanto. Are you versed in particle physics?”

LT.JG Rexar Omtala (CE)

Just then the turbolift doors parted to reveal Captain Rixan, her blue eyes scanning over the bridge, stepping toward her chair,-

“Captain on the bridge!” Barvan would boom as was expected of him any time the CO arrives on the bridge.

  • she noted her CE, “Report Lieutenant.” She spoke as she stood before her chair. She hadn’t taken a seat as she wasn’t quite sure yet if she wanted to completely intervene, but her ship was at yellow alert and she certainly needed to know why.

    ~Cassandra Rixan~

    “We’re answering an urgent distress call Captain. Two prospecting vessels have had a collision and are in critical condition, about the region of the asteroid belt. Communications were lost but we’re attempting to reestablish.”

    Announcing from over his station, Rexar finalized a few calculations then stepped away from the terminal and positioned himself adjacent to his superior.

    “If we can bring the Endeavour closer to situation without putting her at too great a risk
    then we can use our resources to assist.”

    Motioning over to Tactical Rexar explained further.

    “Mr. Barvan suggested a shuttle which might be our best option if we can’t make range for a transporter or tractor lock. I don’t want to endanger such a mission without adequate support.”

    Rexar was conflicted with his actions in this moment as he dearly strained to contain the urge to jump head-on into the problem and solve it. But he knew well enough to trust his training and understood that were they to be so rash, they could risk the lives of both the miners ships and they’re own. As he consciously became aware of his own duality and began to reign it in. He realized himself he’d failed to consider an aspect of this scenario.

    Throwing his hand across his chest to strike his commbadge, he then moved back over to the Betazoid beside him. Breaking eye contact with Rixan only after he spoke.

    “Excuse me Ma’am.”

    =^=Bridge to Sick bay, Omtala here. We’re responding to a distress signal and will be needing your expertise, be on stand-by with an emergency medical team.=^=

Buckingham stood and listened as the message came through. =/\= Buckingham here, Sickbay standing by =/\=

Thomas Buckingham - Medical

LT.JG Rexar Omtala (CE)

“Permission to speak ma’am?” Given he was just aggressively put on his spot by the engineering head, he thought it might be prudent to ask before talking this time.

Cadet Barvan, Security

“Granted,” Cassandra remarked, regarding the cadet briefly.

~Cassandra Rixan~


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