Posted July 13, 2021, 5:19 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Nivor Rhansi (Executive Officer) (Nathan Miller)
Posted by Fleet Captain Drudoc Andone (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Bridge
[snip]=/\= Security detail dispatched. Ensign Logan, do not engage the intruder in combat, we don’t know of it’s capabilities. Just stay calm and stay where you are unless it leaves the sonic shower. =/\= Lt Pucci instructed, trying to get the internal sensors to register the creature. These reality warping bubbles were troubling him as he focused on what was needed. =/\= This is Pucci to the Security Team, approach the intruder in Ensign Logan’s quarters with caution and set phasers to stun, then maximum setting if it is hostile. =/\= Turning to the captain, he blinked for a moment. “I would like permission to join the Security detail via site-to-site transport. My own telepathic abilities may be of use in discerning the creature’s nature or if it is hostile.”
Lt j.g. Enrico Pucci (COS)
Drudoc nodded, “..Permission granted, get that rabbit creature under control if you can. I then want to know how it got aboard.” Drudoc said.
Just then NLt Valarn from Sickbay 3 came over comms =/\= NLt Valarn to Bridge, I’m filing a notice that the Ltjg Fayth has collapsed, preliminary readings suggest it is a byproduct of her direct exposure to those ‘reality bubbles’. I’ll keep you all appraised of her condition as I got updates. =/\= Valarn said.
Drudoc mentally sighed, the problems piling up on the ship were starting to become frustrating to say the least, she pondered if Q or the Continuum had a hand in any of this too as part of their ‘test’ for the ship. =/\= Understood NLt Valarn keep me apprised of any changes. Andone out =/\= she replied.
Drudoc Andone CO / GM CockRoach
OOC: Bumping this for my own use!
GM CockRoach
Nivor looked up from studying intra-ship reports on the terminal beside his chair and made a face. A… rabbit… intruder of some kind, and Fayth falling ill due to the reality bubbles? I do not like this place, he thought, leaning back in the seat.
“Please keep an eye on the paths of those bubbles, Lieutenant Pucci,” he said, standing and turning to where the security officer was. “And make sure our shields are still effective against them. I don’t like that we also somehow ended up with an intruder aboard.” He touched the outline of one of his breathers with his tongue through the cheek, eyes unfocused as he thought. He raised his eyebrows and looked to the captain.
“How are the local ships avoiding issues with the bubbles? Are their shields different from ours somehow?”
XO Rhansi
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