MPT-ST: Unforeseen Breach - Deck 14 and 13 (Open to everyone)

Posted Sept. 28, 2020, 11:28 a.m. by Mar. Captain Erve Manhattan (RTF Commander) (Jay Luistro)

Posted by Ensign Tellek Bog (Engineer) in MPT-ST: Unforeseen Breach - Deck 14 and 13 (Open to everyone)

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in MPT-ST: Unforeseen Breach - Deck 14 and 13 (Open to everyone)

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in MPT-ST: Unforeseen Breach - Deck 14 and 13 (Open to everyone)
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It was a day like the others, a bit absent from action, partially covered by personnel souls asking for a raise as they signed paperworks. On Deck 13, Dave was resting in his cage. It was weird that after several dockings the orders to transfer Dave never came, and so, as a new cycle began in the ARU flagship, Dave was once again aboard the luxury class starship’s containment zone. What he and the personnel onboard didn’t know, however, was that it was not going to be a normal day. Not at all.

Time have passed for many of the crew of the Levi. The Captain signed the final reports for the day, the XO was probably around the ship doing his stuff, and Erve was also occupied to finish the last reports to submit to command. It wasn’t that bad, to be honest. Last cycle of patrol took 17 days and the crew, at the end of it, was honestly dried and necessitated a brief leave off shore. For them it was just the start of what was a 8-days cycle, an average for all ARU ships.

“Hey, almost over uh?” An agent looked over Garrison Hal, RTF security officer that was at that time on guard of the Abell Anomaly Zone “Yes. I am literally done. Luckily today Dave was chill and ate less food than normal.”
“So the beast was a good boy. Nuh-uh I don’t believe it!” Replied the other.
Suddenly a power outage came first. As the lights started to blink on and off, Hal was curiously looking around almost like scared of what could have been a serious problem. The lights stayed then on and for a moment both the agents gave a sigh of relief… “Engineering is having issues today-..” again the lights, but then…
The worst of the sounds have been unleashed. The beast was unleashed. When Hal heard the loud roar of the anomaly he knew it was not something good. The flickering ended up into a black-out and only emergency lighting were on. Lucky for him and the other man they were inside of the control room. But no room, in a short time, would have been safe anymore. Unluckily for the others, however, their destiny was not so bright and many, as the huge doors and force fields opened, never saw the end of that day. Screams and sounds of phasers, of bullets were all over the place. The wheezing of Dave and the tremor of his moves, resonated through the whole ship’s length. Although the alarm sounded some minutes later, for those on Deck 13 it was certain that it was not a drill. They had a containment breach.

No comms for the bridge or for the upper decks. Running without knowledge of how many have survived the catastrophe, Hal rushed toward the nearest turbolift when suddenly from an adjacent aisle the other man was killed by Dave himself “Oh saint Lord!” Hal screamed slipping on the floor. The tension and the adrenaline permitted the agent to get up quickly and return to find the safety, while Dave, slower than many, started chasing Garrison with the interest to eat the whole man from feet to head.

For sectors, the ship’s hulls were Hal’s enemies. But as he saw the orange doors of the turbolift from the distance, the Agent’s morale was at its peak. Quickly the button was pressed and the lift started coming down. Now even the emergency lights were shut off and only the red ones were illuminating the damn corridor “How much is taking this hell of a thing?!” Hal shouted almost dying of fear “Open! Open quick!” The claustrophobic environment, the damn darkness, the air and the mist that Dave left around the scene, all completed the Angst of the man that faced toward the darkness. But then someone grazed his soul and the doors slid wide open. The man immediately run inside and with a faint glance he acknowledged one thing: he was two steps away from certain death.

The upper decks were in a state of chaos, not knowing what happened on Deck 13. High ranking officers blocked all the escape routes from the deck for exception of Jeffrey’s tubes. Hal was one of the luckiest and first to arrive on the bridge where Erve, still unconscious of the wide emergency that was happening down there, was coordinating RTF teams to watch all lifts and access to the site.

Erve saw this man, someone with a medium body and a white, scared face. Leaving his post, Erve came toward the man and recognized that something bad was happening “Good lord…” he could only say
“Sir… sir… D-Dave…”
“Dave what?” Questioned at the shocked trooper
“He got out.”
With a gulp Erve ran at his console. It was immediately red alert. After telling all security teams to hold their position, Erve tapped his commbadge and called the squadron, including Casela, the AARM and lastly advised the Captain and the XO so they could discuss of what to do about the breach. It was time to act, it was time to re-establish the order.

=/\= ALL PERSONNEL, STAND TO BATTLE STATION, all RTF security team, initiate lockdown procedures of Deck 13. 2nd Squadron, report by turbolift 08 in 2 minutes, fully rigged and ready. Crew to evacuate adjacent decks.=/\=

Casela was in her office writing up reports and session notes when she heard the summons from Manhattan. =^=Aye Sir.=^= she said unconcerned. Probably another training session. She thought they had an understanding that they would leave her be during her regular duty shift. She stuck her head out the door to the main lobby, “Fenrir, you better be charged. We’ve been summoned.” She got up looking for her Mark VII baton and her railgun. She hated that thing. She couldn’t shoot worth anything. Why not give her throwing knives? That she could do. She was taking her time about it too. Then she heard that call for battle stations and the team being summoned. “Oh great. What now?!” She found her RTF uniform and armor rigging and changed and then headed out of her office. “Let’s go Fenrir!” she called. She got to the turbolift and took it, it stopping on deck 15. She stepped out and looked at the rest of the team. She looked around for Manhattan. The team looked tense and had no idea what was going on yet. It put her on edge and she found herself, pulling that proverbial armour, she and Cobb had talked about, back on and slipping into a dangerous mindset. She spotted Manhattan, “Are we taking the jefferies tubes or beaming in?”
Lt. Synthi-er, RTF/KAI9-Handler

On a Federation starship, sailing from one galaxy to the next at millions of miles every hour, it becomes almost natural to accept the extraordinary for the commonplace. But of all the scenarios and situations that might terrify a rookie yet break barely a sweat from a seasoned officer, there was one that, irrespective of time served, would be awarded complete and immediate attention. Red alert.

And so it was that, on an otherwise uneventful afternoon where Cobb had just lost his third game of Battleship against the CIC’s tactical computer, the entire area was suddenly engulfed in a blinding red light and screaming, emergency alarm.
Leaping to his feet, Zachariah’s first act was to open a channel to the entire ship. =^= USS Leviathan, this is your captain. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill. All non-essential personnel are to return to their quarters immediately. Security will begin shipwide patrols in case you need any assistance. All RTF personnel are to assemble on Deck 13 and await further instructions. All others, go to battle stations and follow established protocols. I shall update you all when I have more information but right now we are at red alert. I repeat, we are at red alert. Captain out. =^=

Once glance around the bridge at the manned stations told him that none of the usual departments had raised the emergency. Which left only one other option and it was the one Cobb had been dreading since his first day onboard. Moving quickly towards the exit, he called out, “Mr McReady, you have the conn,” then began to make his own way to deck 13, tapping his commbadge as he walked and opening a secure loop to the RTF Chief.

=^= Captain Manhattan? What’s happened? =^= he got straight to the point.

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

If it was a low crawl threw three hundred and fifty feet of between deck access tube to check a plasma relay for an intermittent fault it was almost certain to be Ensin Bog to draw the assignment. It was just one of a hundred ways Leuitenant Hampton showed his dislike for the Tellarite. Despite the fact Hampton was a bigot, his disdain was well deserved. Tellek had made a right fool of himself and attacked him, but despite knowing he deserved the scut work it wasn’t in his nature not to complain.

‘Ensin Bog, I have a special assignment for you, he says. Plasma relay eleven forty nine charley, he says. Intermittent fault code he says” as the engineer crawled threw the Jeffries’s tube.
“ Don’t see that pimply targ’s rump of a lieutenant crawling around in here, do you? No, no you don’t.” As he reached the glitchy relay Bog let’s out a guttural porcine squeal as he sees the flash of escaping plasma mostly deflected buy the emergency containment field as the relay all. But desentigrates dumping raw unregulated plasma into deck eleven and twelve’s eps grid. The containment field holds for just an instant before all the containment decks EPS relays fuse along with a good third of the conduits.

Feeling heat wash over him, Tellek Bog pitched forward into darkness.

Bog the screwed

Manhattan arrived, then looked at the team that was there and found out that Casela came earlier than anyone else of the 2nd Squadron
“To be a newbie in RTF, timing is not a problem for ya.” he nodded “yes we need KAI9 to enter the deck first. Unfortunately we can’t use turbolifts as per BSAC (Breach, Secure and Contain) protocols that are now online through deck 13. Jeffries tubes are the only way to get in.” The Captain was then interrupted as a small vibration moved the security team around: It was Dave making more damages as he grew even more. “We don’t have much time uh?” he was again interrupted by Cobb’s communication.

=/\= Captain, I still don’t know the dynamics of the incident but we may perhaps suppose that Dave was freed and now is roaming around Deck 13. I am taking the 2nd Squadron to perform BSAC protocol and prepare to re-contain the anomaly. Copy? =/\= giving a small sign to Casela and at the rest of the Squadron that was coming, Manhattan told them to get ready and geared with conventional-weaponry guns. It was going to be tough but they needed to execute re-containment to rescue any survivor of the breached deck.

In the meanwhile, down there, almost nobody else than Hal had survived the first attack. What was not known at that moment, however, was that several damages to the ship’s hull from inside caused all lights to shut off. Now survivors could not see and the deck became hunting ground for the formidable hunter. It would have been proved later to be a hard obstacle to get rid off.

M. Captaincies. Erve Manhattan - RCO

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