Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in MPT- “Six Hours From Evil”- Deck 13-Containment level 3

Posted by Crewman Jonathan Durheim (Engineer) in MPT- “Six Hours From Evil”- Deck 13-Containment level 3

Posted by Ensign Tellek Bog (Engineer) in MPT- “Six Hours From Evil”- Deck 13-Containment level 3
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“I will be happy if I don’t have to use a phaser to trim my tusks when this is over!” Bog growled as he continued to adjust the graviton beam. Even he had to admit it had been a hail marry but some how his hair brained plan worked.

“I Wouldn’t cele…” Hampton was cut off by a sudden blast from the orb, which momentarily penetrated the containment field, striking him in the chest. It knocked him back against the bulkhead. His body began to slowly disintegrate. He looked down as his limbs had already faded off. He looked back at Bog, a mix of fear and anger in his eyes, they narrowed one last time and he spat venomously. “Good job pig.” Then a second later, he was gone.

Lt. William Hampton- CE

“Well that’s not good!”

Bog watched as Hampton faded. His eyes narrowed as he turned back to the anomaly. “That was for me to do, you motherless stain!” He growled. “Get me every graviton emitter we have! I am going to fold this thing up and put this thing into a deep hole!” As his mind began to spin the idea of this thing actually becoming core for a temporal drive and how one actually harnessed began to form…

Bog

Durheim immediately started barking orders; following up for Bog. “You sir; don’t just stare, get back to work! If that fails, we’ll all go the way of Mr Hampton! Keep swapping those relays; get me the numbers off of those sensors!” He turned towards Ensign Surda; a new and fierce light in his eyes. “We need your help, Ma’am - keep the crew on task; do not let anyone step away from their work - this is critical, and Mr Hampton’s death is meaningless if this is not contained.”

Jonathan considered comming the bridge to let them know what was happening; but what difference would it make? Mr Hampton was dead - spreading the news would do nothing but incite panic and confusion. And worse yet; possibly prevent work from being done!

Privately, Durheim knew his place within the unwritten hierarchy of the Leviathan - that of Chief Minion. He assumed this persona now; directing the other technicians and ensuring that work continued along Mr Bog and the other engineer’s directions. Before long; he had cowed most everyone enough to continue their work, and those few were more hesitant to approach the orb again were sent on retrieval missions, gathering crucial equipment.

Chief Minion Durheim, Engineering

Surda nodded. “Security checks will have to wait, immediate containment is far more important.” She frowned and stepped back a bit, observing all of the technicians and engineers. =^= This is Surda to Manhattan, we might have a bit of a situation down here. =^=
-Surda

As the area descended into controlled chaos, Nakuto’s own eyes remained fixed on the body of William Hampton. She had only met the man briefly, a friendly visit to his office had not ended on cordial terms. But still, she had seen glimpses of the warrior within him, had sensed the battles he had faced to win his position within the Federation. And for that, he deserved the same honour as any other fallen soldier.

Moving quickly over to him, the half-Klingon fell to her knees and lifted his head to cradle it in her lap. Then, her eyes turned up to the heavens, she unleashed a roar that reverberated through every inch of the engineering deck and out into the corridors beyond. And to those souls, drinking in the grand and glorious halls of Sto-vo-kor, was sent an order:
Prepare a warrior’s welcome for William Hampton, for he has earned his place amongst you. His work here is done.

• Kara Nakuto (Consultant Researcher)

OOC cross posted.
IC
=^=En Bog, what is Lt. Hampton doing right now?=^=
Lt Synthi-er, CNS

“Can’t you see I am busy woman!” After a moment he smashed his com badge, =^= the gods rotted anomy ate him! =^= and I am going to eat it, just like ol’ gran ate sins his feathers screeching in frustration.

Bog

A voice strained by the anxiety of disbelief roared in reply over the comms. =^=What do you mean, ate him?! What the hell are you saying, Mr Bog?!!!=^=
It was not so much that the captain didn’t understand the information that had been given to him. But more that he could not, would not, accept it.

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

The containment field appeared to be stable now, and the anomaly looked to be contained. The readings of the field were no longer fluctuating.

StoryTeller S

OOC, I do love adaptive text. Pleas tell me how we get feathers from teeth? Ok maby spelling it t-e-a-t-h has something to do with it…
C

Durheim nodded in satisfaction as the numbers on the PaDD started to stabilize; though he was unwilling to relax even a micron - anomalies were not to be trusted. He continued his dictator-like supervision of the other crewmen and technicians; keeping them on task and focused on the job in front of them. Even with the situation seemingly calming down; he didn’t want anyone to loose focus - the air was still tense from Lt. Hampton’s death; and panic could still prove fatal.

Quietly, he spoke to Bog. “Mr. Bog; I believe the situation is calming - perhaps the anomaly dumped much of it’s energy into the Lt. Either way; unless things change rapidly; we are ready to begin on a permanent containment setup. I think we can re-use much of this temporary system; but I do want to replace several components.”

Durheim, Engineering

“If you have a plan, implement it Mr. Durheim. If any one gives you grief, I will hight their heads off.” The tone, look and squeaking of his feathers left no doubt he ment that literally.
“ I intend to find out what happened to Hampton, I wanted the pleasure of killing him myself!” His demeanor changed, as much as they fought Hampton had whone not only the first round but Bog’s grudging respect.
Smashing his com badge again. =^= bolt of energy breached containment and struck Hampton. He faded a way wile cursing me.=^= it was rather sweet acualy Big thought. Now to review the scans, do new ones and figure out what in Brolak’s hells happens to his Chief.

Bog