Posted March 3, 2020, 9:58 a.m. by Lieutenant Veyn Cewa (Science Officer) (Ben Z)
Posted by Ensign Adeline McGill (Medical Officer) 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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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)
Thompson raised an eyebrow at the science officer. “Well, you should be able to access most of the decks, but it’s quite the workout…”
GM (Subbing for Jason)
Veyn nodded sheepishly, then sunk into the stool at the science station before leaning on the console. The medical ensign in cargo bay 3 had healed his external injury for the most part, but the concussion was still lingering. He just needed a moment, he told himself. Opening his eyes and glancing at the powered-down PaDD, Veyn groaned lightly. What more could he do?
(Lt. Cewa, Sciences)
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