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Strange things afoot on Deck 11 (Augustine Chronicles Thread 3) (TAG RTF Personnel)

Posted March 11, 2021, 1:08 a.m. by Joseph Franklin (Anomalous Individual) (Dave Eads)

Posted by Chief Warrant Officer Kodek Vonn (RTF Commander) in Strange things afoot on Deck 11 (Augustine Chronicles Thread 3) (TAG RTF Personnel)

Posted by Lieutenant Surda (Chief of Security / RTF) in Strange things afoot on Deck 11 (Augustine Chronicles Thread 3) (TAG RTF Personnel)

Posted by Master Chief Petty Officer Irida Kovacenkov (RTF Agent) in Strange things afoot on Deck 11 (Augustine Chronicles Thread 3) (TAG RTF Personnel)
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-USS Leviathan, Deck 11 between RTF Barracks and Cargo Bay 2-
(Snip)

OOC: Cross-posting Cobb’s bridge reply for continuity…

IC: =^= Ah, Mr Vonn =^= came a somewhat shaken reply, =^= I…bodies, you say? Ah…=^=
There was a pause, then a clearing of the throat as of a man attempting to pull himself together. The rest was spoken with a more authoritative air.
=^= I am reading no external breaches. Secure the area and follow standard containment procedures. I will issue an evacuation of non-RTF personnel from the surrounding decks. =^=

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

Upon being addressed, the woman weakly turned her head toward Vonn’s computer-generated voice… But that seemed to use all the strength she had left. After one more wracking sob, she went still and her head lolled back as her trajectory changed her rotation.

Something popped silently above Vonn and the ghostly corpses, showering down sparks that left no smell or burns on the Leviathan’s surfaces.

On the other side of the ghost wreckage, a voice rasped. “…Bridge… Franklin to… Bridge… St… Status…” There was a wracking cough.

Franklin, anomalous individual

Vonn froze in place and then amplified their vocal output. “Franklin. Identify yourself. Move to my voice.” and played the same words over and over; and then they activated their ship comms. =/\= Vonn to RTF. Anomaly on Deck eleven near barracks. Containment team respond to my location. Anomaly not visible in normal range, set scanners to Gamma wavelength and proceed with caution. Cross dimensional activity probable. =/\=

Vonn, RTF CO

Inside the barracks Irida sat up grabbed her kit and walked out and around the corridor. “Chief” she said to Vonn in way of reporting in. It was abrupt but respectful.

“Master Chief.” came the artificial reply.

Ensign Luna was quick to respond =/\= agnoliged on my way=/\= with in fifteen minutes Ensign Luna came up behind Vonn. Here stance was law and she was careful about where she stepped using the scanner as a guide.
Ensign Luna

Irida turned taking in the area with her own senses. She drew a head set on and flipped the eye piece down allowing her to see on different spectrums and set it for Gamma waves. The device left her hands free and she loosened her Mark VII in its holster but refrained from actually arming herself. She dropped the bag with the containment kit to the ground and knelt down to open it. The scanner engaged about that time and Irida could now see what Vonn had seen. “Poor souls” she buttered in Russian.
MCPO Irida

“Ensign, don’t move, but begin recording all faces. Scan them and run them through the computer against all known Starfleet personnel. Master Chief, same instructions but look for any identifying nomenclature on parts and debris.” Vonn said in a low volume. They continued to look for the ‘Franklin’ they had heard, so they moved very slowly through the field. “Mr. Franklin. Can you hear me?”

Vonn, RTF

Luna nodded and quietly set to work scanning and identifying each individual making shure a list of all the people were made. ” what happened” she thought. This was definitely strange.
Ensign Luna

“Aye Sir.” Irida reached into the bag and pulled out a PaDD and from her position she stood slowly. It didn’t appear that they could physically affect the debris and people but that didn’t mean anything. Anomalies were unpredictable. She stood in place and visually scanned the area, slowly. She looked for identifying marks on the hull, serial numbers for parts, badges on uniforms, any item that might be transmitting telemetry, anything that would either identify the vessel (or whatever it was) or what had happened to it.
MCPO Irida

Bodies not desiccated by vacuum would be easily identified by facial recognition. Each one would bring up an alert on the scanner, a name, DOB, and USS Augustine as the ship they were last assigned to. Several of the Bulkheads and essential components among the wreckage bore the serial number NCC-87126, which again the computer would recognize as USS Augustine. Which, the alert status would be explained by the ship having been declared MIA, lost with all hands.

The real strangeness lay in the fact that the bodies and the wreckage were floating through the Leviathan’s hull, only seeming to be constrained within by some sort of gravitic effect, or energy attraction. The state of the matter comprising the wreckage and the people was in flux

Leviathan creaked quietly beneath their feet.

Then hell broke loose upon reality.

In the space of an instant, the wreckage and the bodies somehow cycled into the same physical reality as the Leviathan. The superstructure groaned in protest as instant mass gain took its toll on Deck 11. The deck plates rent here and there with the weight distribution changes. The same happened with the Bulkheads and ceilings. Metal squealed against metal and a deep shudder ran through the deck, quaking enough to knock someone off their feet. Conduits were severed and shorted out, systems fused with parts they weren’t meant to interact with, and ceased functioning. Bodies fell from where ever they’d been floating and crashed to the deck plates with a sickening series of thuds and smacks. The air was almost magically filled with Coolant, smoke, and other toxins, a blending of the two atmospheres.

Through the new cacophony of metallic stressors, someone was crying nearby. Just the other side of the brand-new and very real bulkhead that had materialized in the corridor between Cargo bay 2 and the RTF barracks. Things fell or collapsed around the RTF crew, now unhindered by scanner devices.

-Franklin, anomalous individual

Vonn appeared nonplussed by the change, but they were wearing a helmet. Regardless, the synth voice carried over the cacophony of sound. “Luna! Check for survivors! Irida, with me!” and Vonn began moving swiftly through the wreckage. Coming up to the divide between them and the crying, the helmet whipped around to look at Irida. “Is there a conduit from here to the other side? Somewhere you can get past this?” and the gauntleted hand slammed into the bulkhead. As the voice asked the questions, a hand went to the belt and pulled out a small, round object. Anyone with any demolitions training would recognize it instantly… a shaped thermal charge.

Vonn, RTF CO

Irida did her best to maintain her footing, eventually choosing to drop to a knee rather than remain standing during the ‘merging.’ At Vonn’s call she was after him quickly taking stock of what had happened. She looked around, “Yes Sir. There.” she pointed to the right and moved to lift the access hatch. “It runs the length of the deck with hatches every 10 meters with cross conduits every 15.” She saw the charge and mentally shrugged. If he wanted to blow up the bulk head that just landed in their ship she was all for it. She dropped into the hatch and started moving in the direction of the bulkhead to try and get past it and come up the other side.
MCPO Irida

The helmet nodded and the charge was placed back into the pouch. “Go. I will follow. Luna! Coordinate rescue efforts with any RTF members arriving. Ensure all containment protocols are in place for anyone you find.”

Luna opens her wings using then to help her stay on her feet. “Under stood sir” as she was sent into a coffins fit. It was not exactly her fault her respritoy track was a bit more sensitive to contaminats in the are but that was only because she was well adapted for flight. The fit only lasted a minute or so. Well she would definitely need to get that looked at joy. First thing was first rescuing the survivors. She carefully moved through the recipe looking for survivors. They would need to be taken to sickbay right away.
Ensign Luna

There were no survivors to find. Only six corpses. Though two showed signs of not having been deceased for very long. None were desiccated. Crash type injuries only.

=/\= Ensign Luna to mid team. There apper to be no survivors but there are two who have not been deat for long if we work fact perhaps there’s a chance to save them=/\= she said questioningly.
Ensign Luna

Not far from Luna, Lt. Parker was quietly expiring. She lay where she’d fallen when gravity returned, behind and partially beneath a pile of debris.

Luna headed over to Lt. Parker. ” can you hear me” she asked as she started to move the debris.

Parker exhaled but could do little else. The slim, dark-haired woman lay in a puddle of blood, breathing shallowly, part of the bulkhead pinning her lower legs to the deck. The hitch in her respiration was a sign one of her lungs had collapsed. A jagged piece of metal peaked out from its place in her torn gold uniform, just below her left collar bone. She didn’t have long before the lack of oxygen that had stolen her consciousness would also rob her of brain activity. Unless the blood slowly filling her punctured lung caused a rupture and further internal bleeding.

Vonn followed the Master Chief through the conduit, squeezing their bulk through with an unexpected grace. As they reached the hatch on what should be the other side of the phased in bulk head, Vonn said “Stop. Listen. Is there still crying on the other side?”

Vonn, RTF CO

No more crying. However, there was a voice speaking lowly. A prayer, more likely. Faint sounds of movement came through the partially open hatch as if someone were trying to drag something heavy across the broken deck plates.

The broken bulkhead above them creaked as its weight settled in the artificial gravity.

-Franklin, Anomalous Individual

Irida stilled, breath slow and stead, not making a sound as she listened. And then shook her head. She didn’t hear any crying. She whispered, unsure if Vonn was familiar with sign language. She would have to ask at a later time. “It sounds like someone is praying but I can’t make out the words, and dragging, something heavy,” she told him in a breathed whisper.

OOC: Confused bridge thread says weapons fire but none on this thread? On purpose or typo?
MCPO Irida

Ooc: Just go with what you character is experience in the thread, don’t worry about what’s happening else where unless it’s relayed to you makes thing a little less confusing lol.
Jake

The voice from Vonn’s helmet whispered back “Understood. Move in, containment unit ready.” and they prepared to follow on the MCPO’s heels.

Vonn, RTF CO

Irida nodded, made sure the side zipper on her pack was open to give her access to the emergency containment apparatus and slowly reached up and released and opened the hatch. She paused to listen again and then stretched up to look, taking in the scene before placing both hands on the deck plating, one holding the Mark VII, and vaulting herself smoothly and quietly into the room and moving, low and quietly out of Vonn’s way. There was no room for mistakes now. With any luck the rest of the Black Devils were near by: Lehiw, Uh’jaw, Niven, and Trainor.

And of course they were, working their way as a group from the barracks towards their position.
MCPO Irida

Irida’s motion brought her into Franklin’s line of sight, and she into his. He was curled over the body of a young crewman, what was left of the boy. He’d been crying, praying, dragging the body toward sickbay… He looked rough. Uniform torn, bleeding in several places. Before he’d been clean-shaven from this morning… but now there were several days beard growth on his cheeks. His eyes were the worst. Dark eyes, but bright and shining with a terrible madness. The sort of madness only known to those who have suffered the unimaginable. He looked up and saw her.

Only this wasn’t the way to Sickbay…

This wasn’t the Augustine… Was it?

What the hell is happening?!

His heart jumped in his chest, the cortisol and adrenaline pulsed through his veins with an almost audible whooshing sound.

Who’s that?! She’s not crew… She’s not ours…

“INTRUDER ALERT!” He shouted, dropping the poor lad’s arm and pulling his Phaser.

What in God’s name is that behind her?!
“WHAT IN GOD’S NAME IS THAT?!” He screamed.

He fired wildly. One beam at her feet to slow her approach, and then a second over her shoulder at the Breen coming out of the hole.

Then a third, directed at irida’s chest. A kill shot.

-Franklin, Anomalous Individual

Vonn’s hand came crashing down hard on Irida’s shoulder and knocked her out of the way of the phaser shot. Simultaneously, the disrupter was snapped out of it’s holster with amazing speed and a beam of green energy erupted from the barrel of the type III and went directly at the dark eyed figure.

Vonn, RTF CO

Ensign Luna

-Franklin, A.I.

Irida was already dogging, dropping a quick shoulder roll, and was thankful she was already moving because Vonn’s shove could have crushed her shoulder if she hadn’t. (and of course we all know that Irida is prone to exaggeration.) She came back to her feet, Mark VII out and charging but she was 100% certain an electrical current wasn’t going to stop this thing, nor was the rail gun of any use. She took out a tricorder from her pack and began scanning the area trying to get a fix on what was casuing them to appear in normal space. Her headset was no longer showing them on the Gamma spectrum but in normal visual range. “I’m not sure that portable kit of ours is going to be enough to contain all this.”
MCPO Irida

OOC: I CLEARLY missed a lot. Y’all need me or should I sit this sim out?
-L

OOC: You are fine. Hop in. You could have been slowed down by the debris that just phased into the ship.

James

OOC: (Definitely jump in! Plenty of crazy to go around!)

He’d cried out as he fired the phaser, but whatever he’d been trying to scream died into silence as Franklin, the other Augustine crew members, and the wreckage around them all began to phase out again.

The green lance of disruptor fire hit Franklin before he phased completely.

Something strange happened.

As the rest of the Augustine returned to a phased-out existence, Franklin returned to a visible state, though he seemed to warp and flicker.

He looked at his hands, then he tried to fire the phaser again.

The beam passed harmlessly through Vonn.

Franklin screamed in rage and ran pell-mell toward where Irida and Vonn were now visible in the seeming absence of Augustine’s ghostly wreckage. The scream faded in and out of audible range as he ran, his form flickering every few steps. Not slowing, Franklin threw himself at the two RTF officers in an attempted tackle.

Only– Franklin passed directly through both Irida and Vonn, bodily, with a crackling surge of strange energy which sent a buzzing through their contact. This contact, though not physical, sent a surge of…energy?…memory?…experience?… through both Vonn and Irida. Immediately, both individuals witness a flash of cognizance, unlike anything they’d ever experienced. They would feel what Franklin and the Augustine had been through, the jumble of pain, chaos, endless changes in entropy and physicality… Countless deaths happening separately, together, all at once, and stretching into infinity and back. Dying, re-dying, undying. Forever. In the blink of an eye.

That energy burst, sending all three in different directions, physically. Like a small explosion.

Franklin somehow rolled across the deck and was on his feet before anything else happened.

He continued to run back down the corridor towards where Luna had been examining the woman called Parker. Only Parker was gone now, phased out again, floating away as the Augustine wreckage continued to drift haplessly through the Leviathan.

Upon seeing Luna, Franklin screamed again in terror and madness, physically throwing the phaser he still held in his hand at her, almost turning back the way he’d come, but halting in his remembrance of the terrifying sight of the Breen, which he’d seen through the phasing, beneath their Helmet.

Then the man collapsed into a heap on the Deck.

He shook uncontrollably and curled into a ball, weeping.

-Franklin, Anomalous Individual


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