Posted by Gamemaster Janus (Gamemaster) in Main Sim: Bridge (Crashing Into the Planet Timeline)

Posted by Lieutenant Veyn Cewa (Science Officer) in Main Sim: Bridge (Crashing Into the Planet Timeline)

Posted by Gamemaster Janus (Gamemaster) in Main Sim: Bridge (Crashing Into the Planet Timeline)
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Veyn eventually climbed his way to the bridge, aided by the restored life-support to prevent him from passing out given the strain and his head injury. Lieutenant Cewa made his way to the science console, inspecting it for any functionality.

The console was blank, and out of power.

He took the PaDD given to him by Solit out from under the crook of his arm and started reviewing the sensor readings that the ship had managed to collect of the unexpected trip through space.

Only after a moment did Veyn look up and realize the bridge was strangely empty. At least the hum of life support kept it from being too terribly quiet.

(Lt. Cewa, Science)

His department head was lucky – the data he managed to copy to his personal storage device was everything from the computer prior to the power failure. The PADD had detailed sensor scans for the entire trip, but no analysis as there wasn’t much of a computer provide an analysis. Any analysis would have be done by hand. The PADD could do limited calculations but nothing complicated like directly correlation of data. Sensors were partly damaged by the plasma storm, but there was enough data about the planet from active sensor scans all the way leading up to the crash. The PADD’s power showed it was charged at 89%. Lt. Cewa would at least get a couple of hours of analysis before the battery power of the PADD died.

OOC: So for this part, just ask your questions about the data. Examples include: how many continents of the planet they were on, any other signs of life found, data from the anomaly, data from the plasma storms, etc. As a reminder, here’s the summary link: https://www.star-fleet.com/core/stf1/asimov/notes/65896/

GM

Veyn let out a disapproving ‘tsk tsk’ as he saw the battery indicator. As soon as they set up camp somewhere on the surface, he would need to work with engineering to configure some sort of power-generator. Potentially using mechanical power from the crew themselves. But that was a long-term goal, and this was a short-term project. A couple hours were all he would need. Hopefully.

Given the freedom to prioritize what he wanted, Veyn sat for a moment and pondered. “Well okay,” he breathed to himself, “Commander Solit noted that the ship was pulled into the anomaly at bearing 000, mark 241, then accelerated to warp 9.9975. However, chronitons in the anomaly make it difficult to predict the actual landscape of the galaxy around us. Sending out a distress call would be risky without knowing whose territory we’re in, but even if we could figure out the general location of the Asimov, a time differential could mean that the civilizations nearby that we know of in the present may not even exist yet.”

Lieutenant Cewa sighed. The alternative to confirming their location in space to organize some sort of rescue or escape was to prepare for a long habitation on the planet. The ship didn’t seem to be in suitable condition to fly any time soon. His thoughts wandered for a moment to his family on Denobula. His husbands, his son. He shook his head. “Alright, Veyn. Let’s focus on not dying for the moment, yes?”

He pulled up the data the ship had managed to collect on the planet as it left the anomaly. He looked for any indication of native intelligent life, any power signatures that might indicate that electrical power had developed on the planet. If they weren’t alone, Veyn wanted to know that first.

(Lt. Cewa, Science)

No detectable power signatures were detected, but the planet had plenty of humanoid life. The island they were on was pretty remote from all civilization unfortunately.

GM

Veyn cocked his head to the side. “I suppose in different circumstances, we’d have to be worried about a prime directive violation. It’s probably for the best that we landed all the way out here.” Curious about this island, Veyn looked for any details he could find about their current geographic location. Specifically, he wanted to know the threats to their safety. He scanned the data for information regarding dangerous flora or fauna, potential for natural disasters, weather anomalies, and geographic activity.

(Lt. Cewa, Science)

Given the sensor data’s operation was only brief, the data only showed flora, fauna, but did not indicate any danger to it. It wasn’t to say the plants might be dangerous, but more like the computer had no time to perform the analysis before the data was copied, and was clearly marked as “raw” to indicate it was direct data from the sensors. The island didn’t seem to have any natural disasters, but again, small window of analysis didn’t allow for that. Same for weather anomalies and geographic activity. The island did show a crashed Ferengi vessel, and the data did show the Ferengi vessel altered the ship’s trajectory from crashing terribly.

GM

Veyn felt a sinking in his stomach. We really are going into this blind, he thought as his eyes searched for anything that might tell him what sort of dangers this planet would pose for the crew. Finally accepting that his investigation was pointless, he turned his attention to the readings of the other ship.

Lieutenant Cewa’s eyes narrowed. Another ship? And one that had apparently helped cushion the Asimov’s landing. Veyn looked for any indication of how the other ship had been able to alter the Asimov’s trajectory. Tractor beam? Gravity manipulation? He didn’t know much about Ferengi ship specifications, but he was surprised that they had wanted to help, much less been able to in the first place.

(Lt. Cewa, Science)

According to the sensor logs, a tractor beam was used, which helped to slow the ship down and angle the Asimov upright enough to glide against the trees and into the ground. But it only lasted enough to help alter their trajectory, and the beam had died out as if the source lost all power as well.

GM

Now Veyn was very confused. A ferengi ship, which had apparently suffered a similar fate as they had, used the last of its remaining power to save the Asimov? He checked for more information. Maybe if they hadn’t intervened, the Asimov would have crashed into the other ship? Veyn didn’t want to lean too heavily into stereotypes, but he couldn’t help but be a little suspicious.

(Lt. Cewa, Science)

The data showed the Ferengi ship was dislodged in a certain way in which would not be able to launch or extradite itself from the ground without a tractor beam. According to the data, the Asimov’s course would have caused it to potentially land in the ocean, possibly the beach. But the angle of Asimov’s original descent would have destroyed the front part of the ship, that much was certain. Given that the Ferengi ship was effectively stranded, the only conclusion of the Ferengi’s actions was self-preservation. Starfleet was universally well-known to provide aid when requested, so saving the Asimov meant the best chance of getting out of here.

GM

Veyn sighed through his nose as he lowered the PaDD and powered it off, for now. Alright, he thought to himself as he looked around the empty, darkened bridge, so we know how we got here, but we have no idea what’s in store for us or how to leave. He again fought off thoughts of his family.

In place of one anxiety, came another. It was entirely outside of Veyn’s experience to be on a starship with no power. To be a scientist with no computers, no scanners, no sensors. It was a daunting task to think of trying anything useful without these crutches. Compelled to double-check, Veyn moved from one console to another, hoping there would be any sort of functionality. Some sort of emergency console. Maybe the AI was still active? he hoped.

(Lt. Cewa, Science)

Lt. Cewa found no luck, as much as the Operations engineer before him, and the helmsman… both the helm and the Ops consoles were left open in a mess, as if repairs were attempted, and given up on.

Near the turbolift, Lt. Cewa heard a loud thunk, followed the sound of a crank and someone being pulled up a rope. If he were to investigate, Lt. Cewa would discover an Engineer installing two pulleys at the top of the turbolift shaft, and two long cables. The engineer made short work and headed back down. A half hour later, a makeshift manual lift was made.

The engineer who completed the work tested the system by cranking the makeshift system to the Bridge. Stepping out on the Bridge, the young NE engineer spotted Lt. Cewa. “Ensign Thompson, Lieutenant. You look troubled, sir. Anything I can do to assist you, sir?”

Veyn sighed and motioned to the science console. “Any chance you can get some functionality back to the bridge systems?”

“‘fraid not, sir. Power is offline to most of the ship. The computers aren’t active so even if you got the systems working here, it’d still be blank.”

GM

Lt. Cewa nodded. He figured as much, and he knew his frantic attempts to find some sort of spark of hope were futile. He did his best to swallow the rising dread in his throat. Veyn would need to schedule an appointment with the CNS after this was over. Or maybe before it was over, depending on how long they were stuck here.

“That’s an impressive contraption,” Veyn said to Thompson, attempting to distract himself. “How far does it go, what parts of the ship can we access with it?”

(Lt. Cewa, Science)