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Main Sim - Engineering - Where Are We?

Posted Dec. 13, 2020, 6:28 p.m. by Ensign Caelian Weir (Engineering Officer) (Jason Wolfe)

Posted by Lieutenant Miz’uki (Chief Engineer) in Main Sim - Engineering - Where Are We?

Posted by Fleet Captain Drudoc Andone (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Engineering - Where Are We?
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Like elsewhere the main engineering crew staff had barely gotten their footing and handle on the snow fall in the engine room, when the white flash had engulfed them. Waking up the junior officers would find emergency power was slowly rebooting other systems. Damage reports were soon flickering alight on consoles. There was a hull breach on deck 44 section 19 near shuttle bay 4 due to an asteroid impact, deflector control was offline as were primary and secondary computer core access due to damage of their processing matrixes. Warp power was offline, though the core was stable. Impulse reaction was cold but could be restarted and their Flea’tan jump relay core was online and able to be switched too if wanted as a primary source of power for now. For Weir, Asam, and Allendor it was certainly a disruptive moment to their day so far!

White. An endless pale expanse, limitless and unbroken. It washed through him and over him, erasing everything. It was only a moment… or was it? There had been no sense of motion, no sense of anything. There and gone, a flash. It left him dizzy without vertigo, disjointed. It was how he imagined a processor core would react if the power were reset. He blinked as color shivered in the depth of that fading glare, frowned.

A what? he thought, or tried to. Thinking was difficult. Right, a computer. Why… was I thinking about a processor? W-what is that noise?

Caelian barely had time to roll that thought in his mind when a blaring klaxon pummeled his ears and snapped him from his daze. Engineering leapt to life in crystalized rigidity all around him, dim angles and sharp lights. Pain made his head loll about to stare at his hands. He was gripping the engineering console so hard that his knuckles were white. He felt his brow furrow as something glittered on the crest of his knuckle before melting away.

Was that… snow?!

Not but a few minutes after Miz’uki came walking back into Engineering “Alright Folks lets get this ship switched to the Flea’tan core for now We need to prioritize getting the deflector back online Weir I want you to take a team and deal with the hull Breach on deck 44 Asam I want you to start working on bringing the Deflector back online While Allendor get to the Primary Computer core and get it back online we are going to need it if we are to figure out what where we are” she said barking orders and already moving to get the core switched over And will someone PLEASE finish cleaning up this blasted Snow!?!?” she added quite annoyed

Miz’uki

It took a moment of focus for Caelian to pry his fingers from the console. Why had he been holding onto it like his life had depended on it? Had it? While he struggled to piece his conscious thoughts together, his fingers slid over the console. The klaxon muted, allowing him to think a touch more clearly. Damage reports and malfunctioning systems poured over the nearby screens. He slid the warnings away and brought up the initialization program for the secondary core.

“Aye, sir,” he heard himself say. His voice seemed so far away. “Core sequence has been initialized. It looks like a complete system reboot. We’ve got outages across the board. No major damage… I think. Sensors are spotty.”

His mind whirling to life, Caelian turned to a pair of nearby engineers and gestured. “L’Nel. Jackson. Any injuries? Good. Grab your kits and let’s get to it.”

Stepping to an engineering locker, Caelian pulled out his own trusty toolkit. A quick inventory brought a nod and a steadiness to his hands. Purpose. He closed the locker with a click, noted that his team was likewise ready. They made their way to the nearest turbolift, stepping around knots of crewman about their various tasks. He let out a slow breath as the turbolift doors hushed shut.

Deck 44.


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