Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sharah Fayth (Chief Science Officer) in Main Sim - Deck 44 - Hole Breach Findings For Science & Engineering

Posted by Ensign Claude Seguin Genard (Science Officer) in Main Sim - Deck 44 - Hole Breach Findings For Science & Engineering

Posted by Fleet Captain Drudoc Andone (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Deck 44 - Hole Breach Findings For Science & Engineering
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A section of the corridor was simply… gone. A ragged and gaping wound yawned wide at the end of the passage, the gossamer flicker of the emergency forcefield the only thing separating them from the vacuum of space. Tattered ribbons of conduit crooked away from the breach, pointing accusingly at a pale grey shape nestled in a warp in the deck. Holding a hand to stop the other two engineers from following, Caelian stepped closer to the undamaged wall and inched closer and waited for his eyes to adjust to the flickering lights.

It was a lopsided and pockmarked stone barely a half-meter in diameter at its widest point. Caelian knelt and hovered over it, his hands splayed and eyes curious. There was no sizzle in the air, no heat from the friction of the impact. He could feel his colleagues watching him from just beyond the light of the turbolift, L’Nel dispassionate and calm and Jackson practically vibrating with anxiety. The stone—an asteroid by his guess—was cool to the touch and was too heavy for him to so much as budge. Frustrated, he flipped open his kit and took out a tricorder.

“Boridium,” he grumbled after studying the readout. “Well, that’s all kinds of useful. No wonder it tore through the hull.”

Slipping the tricorder away, he turned to his colleagues. “L’Nel, will you see about rerouting power to the lights so that we can see? And make sure the emergency system are intact! We don’t want to get sucked out into space by a power fluctuation. Jackson, help me scan the corridor for structural instability. It looks like the bulkhead is holding nice and tight, but I’d rather not have this thing crash down on anyone’s head.”

Once everyone was set to their tasks and Caelian started his tricorder sweep, he tapped his comm badge. =^=Weir to Bridge.. My team is at the breach. Looks like we were hit by a half-meter boridium asteroid. Minimal damage and no casualties. Emergency systems are holding. Request someone to retrieve this for analysis since I’m guessing transporters are down.=^=

Caelian sighed to himself. It’s going to be a lo-o-ong day.

=/\= Andone here, good work Ensign Weir,=/\= She said checking the status of transporters finding they were indeed still down, =/\= Indeed transporters are still down. Alert enginerring and science teams 13 an 15 lead by NEs Piff and Biff to help you out. They should be on damage control near your area and soon finished.=/\= Drudoc’s voice said.

Drudoc Andone CO

Genard and three of his non-coms arrived at the other end of the corridor. Tricorders in hand as well as a gear pouch, he saw the Engineering team at the other end of the breech.
“Sorry, we got had to climb down from Deck 38. Our turbolift jammed.” Genard stated to the assembled team, “What do have?”
Seeing what looked like a purplish rock laying across the tore open section of the hull, he assumed the engineering team would be reporting back that this was the culprit of the hull breach.

Caelian leaned back from the damaged relay, balancing his hyperspanner on one knee and looking up at the newcomer. With almost a dozen people in the corridor, it suddenly felt very cramped. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Someone decided to open a window and let our boridium friend in. We’re stabilizing and rerouting nearby systems while waiting for someone to come pick it up. That you?”

• Genard.

The NEs nearby soon came back, “..Power is stable in this section no problems to report or possibly developing.” NE Jenkins reported. “..From the fragments in the corridor looks like the asteroid rolled down this hull section after breaching the hull.” Jenkins went on.

GM CockRoach

“I suggest we transport the rock to a Planetary Science lab on Deck Thirteen. That way we can study it and your team can do what they can to repair the breech.”
Claude suggested, unsure what steps the Engineering crew had already taken.

• Genard

Sharah, having traversed several corridors and gone through a few Jeffries’s tubes, as the turbo lifts were being repaired, was just coming around the corner and heard Genard suggest the transporter. They were still down so she made a quick about face and headed back towards a supply closet. Several moments later she returned. “Sorry everyone, transporters are still down. So here are individual tractor beams and a couple anti-grav sleds. The freight turbolift is working so you should be able to get whatever moved and brought down that you need.” She left the equipment to the side of corridor and walked over to Genard. “Not my area of expertise, Genard, so tell me what I can do to help, or you can politely tell me you’ll give me a report when you have it if I’d just be in the way.” Sharah went out of her way to make sure her officers new she trusted their judgement in their fields before her own. She would not feel hurt at all if he were to tell her to take a step back. It was why she had put Genard in charge of the general labs. Not just making a shift supervisor but the lab head over all. He knew what he was doing and she didn’t need to micro manage. That being said she was more than willing to also take direction from him if she could be of use.
Lt. jg Fayth, CSO

Frowning at the flickering relay, Caelian shook his head and motioned to one of his team. “Jackson, would you mind helping them get that rock out of the way so we can start repairs? Getting to be too many cooks in this kitchen.”

“We’ll be back in a jiff, boss,” she replied, giving him a conciliatory pat on the shoulder before moving off. He frowned after her, then turned his attention back to the damaged relay.

After a moment of thought, Caelian stood and handed his hyperspanner to L’Nel. “See if you can’t get the flow tightened down just a bit more, yeah? I’d like another kilojoule or three to structural integrity for safety. Thanks.”

He wove his way between the gathered bodies, careful not to disrupt the movement of the asteroid, and tapped a wall display. It flickered once but held long enough to accept his commands. Caelian queued up a schematic of the Arc Angel with an overlay of the damaged systems, paying special attention to the status of the navigational deflectors.

I’d better make sure we’re not going to have any other surprise visitors, he thought wryly.
—Caelian Weir, Ensign—