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MPT - ST Proximity Alert on the bridge (Augustine Chronicles thread 2) - All departments alerted

Posted March 14, 2021, 1:04 a.m. by Joseph Franklin (Anomalous Individual) (Dave Eads)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Anaya (Assistant Counsellor) in MPT - ST Proximity Alert on the bridge (Augustine Chronicles thread 2) - All departments alerted

Posted by Chief Warrant Officer Kodek Vonn (RTF Commander) in MPT - ST Proximity Alert on the bridge (Augustine Chronicles thread 2) - All departments alerted

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in MPT - ST Proximity Alert on the bridge (Augustine Chronicles thread 2) - All departments alerted
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The raw emotions of hundreds of individual souls tore through Anaya with no warning. Where there had been nothing but the warm familiar feelings of her crew, suddenly all was pain and fear. Even unprepared, Anaya should have been able to handle the mental assault suddenly placed upon her, but something alien and strange in the nature of the emotions that attacked her psyche allowed them to rip through her layers of mental shielding.

With a gasp she bent over double, clutching both hands to her midriff as if struck by a tremendous physical blow to her chest that tore the very air from her lungs.

Then.... as abruptly as they had arrived, the feelings were gone, leaving an empty void that had been filled with the icy cold touch of terror.

Staggering to regain her balance, she lurched in the direction of the bridge.

The comms on the bridge activated and a computer-like voice, but not the ship’s computer, said =/\= Vonn to Bridge. I am on Deck eleven near the RTF Barracks. There are… many bodies… fused into the walls. As well as what appears to be parts of another ship. However, they are only visible in wavelengths approaching Gamma Rays. Please advise. =/\=

Vonn, RTF CO

The comms alert tore like a missile through the sarcophagal silence of the room, Cobb emitting a roar of alarm as he visibly jumped at the sound.
=^= Ah, Mr Vonn =^= he replied on a tremulous exhale, =^= I…bodies, you say? Ah…=^=

Dammit, pull yourself together man! You’re a bloody starship captain!

He cleared his throat.
=^= 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. =^=

Then once more descending on MacReady, Zachariah pounded the neighbouring terminal with his fist.
“That ship can not just have disappeared. Find it!”

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

Apparently, the Augustine could just disappear, and it did.

The latest chunk of the ship visible soon disappeared, just as the hulk itself had.

They didn’t have to wait long though… Seventy seconds later more debris appeared visibly around them. Some of it seemed to warp and shift as if twisted by some unseen force, or like something seen on a screen with interference distorting the signal.

However, the oddity of oddities was that the debris seemed attracted to Leviathan.


After Cobb’s demand, as if on a cue… There was a distant rumble in the deck plates. Whether they knew it or not, this was the piece of wreckage that had become physically restored while passing through Deck 11. Instantly, damaged systems began to send error reports to the CIC.

Power flow was disrupted in C Corridor, Deck 11, between Cargo Bay 2 and RTF quarters.

Structural Integrity Field taking damage in sections 7 and 8.

Coolant leak detected in C Corridor, sections 7 and 8, Deck 11.

Internal Sensors reporting damage, in Sections 7 and 8, Deck 11.

Life Support losing power in C Corridor… The list went on.

The last report was chilling.

Internal Sensors detected Weapons Fire, C Corridor, Deck 11.

-Franklin, Anomalous Individual

Anaya had almost made it to the bridge when a scream to match the tortured metal of the rending deck plates was torn from her throat, the returning physic scream of agony lancing through her like an icy dagger thrust directly into her brain.

She fell to the decking as the sheer tide of emotions washed over her, the magnitude increased tenfold as the feelings of terror and pain simply blew through her usually impregnable defences, smashing aside her mental armour to leave her naked and vulnerable before the torrent of emotions.

Unable to process what was happening and acting almost on blind instinct, Anaya half crawled, half staggered onwards to the bridge.

Raauhl wasn’t accustomed to prying doors open but that’s what he just did to find himself on the CIC, lights were flickering and the CIC had certainly seen its better days. He managed to make his way to the centre table, “Computer display a 3D schematic of the ships overlaying the ships damages and internal sensor readings. Straight on queue, the table lit up the Leviathan in an array of different colours Green, Red and dauntingly… black which meant structural breaches. Their image also showed every living being on the ship and on Deck 11 weapons fire. =^=Red alert, possible intruders onboard lockdown deck 11 corridors A though D. Security to Deck 11.=^=

He turned to however was able to answer, “What’s the bloody hell is happening?”

  • Cmdr Raauhl, XO

“I have no idea,” Cobb roared, lurching quickly from one terminal to the next as the ship bucked beneath him, trembling hands pounding commands into each. “We entered some kind of debris field,” he eventually made an attempt to elaborate, “but it seemed to be phasing in and out of existence, or cloaked or something, I don’t know…” Zachariah’s voice trailed off as his mind ran dry on explanations.

Anchoring himself into his seat, the captain brought a heavy fist against the comms button.
=^= All hands, we are at red alert. This is not a drill. Security, send an armed response team to deck 11, corridor C. Prepare for hostile fire. Engineering, emergency maintenance also needed on deck 11, life support, internal sensors, SIF…I’ll issue a full work report. And send a hazard crew for a potential coolant leak. Medical, have a field team head out to deck 11 and get both alpha and bravo sickbays prepped for major intake. Science, someone report to the CIC and help us determine the nature of our current threat. Everyone else, do whatever you can to ensure the safety of yourself and your crewmates. You all have your orders. Cobb out. =^=

Finally, the captain exchanged glances with his First Officer. “Mr Vonn has a team already on deck 11. Time to see what the Breen is made of, eh?” Another shudder from the Leviathan coaxed a groan from Cobb’s lips. “If our ship holds together for long enough, that is.”

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

OOC: Because I was almost dared to do it.....
IC:
“Well what the hell is it…”

The computer registered the words from Cpt Cobb and then a few minutes later…

Raauhl turned to however was able to answer, “What’s the bloody hell is happening?”

And the computer registered those words from Cmdr Raauhl. Well Lt Synthi-er was not on the bridge. She was confined to quarters on bed rest and on medical leave. But she did appear in her chair in the CIC, or a holographic recording anyway. The image raised a single brow and shook it’s head. Her voice echoing out of the recording, “Do you have to ask that EVERY day? We never know. You don’t know, let’s move on.” The image winked at them, gave that irreverent two finger salute of hers and then disappeared. Just a reminder that even when she wasn’t there, she knew.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS

Cobb gritted his teeth then turned an incredulous expression to Raauhl. “Even when she’s confined to quarters on bed rest, she still manages to check up on us, eh!” he murmured, shaking his head.

Raauhl took a double-take and wondered when and how Casela had set up such a message and mentally reminded himself to speak to her about it later, another large explosion rocked the ship and the Trill officer did everything to remain upright and in one peace. A smaller explosion in the CIC from an overhead console exploded and the NE, Crewman Miles was struck sending him to the floor as his face slowly tilted it was burned and scolded badly and no doubt thier were other injured crewman in the CIC out of view. =^=Medical personnel to the CIC we have injured here=^= He said looking to his display. =^=Mr Vonn situation report please, we are seeing reports of weapons fire can you confirm?=^=

  • Cmdr Raauhl, XO

A figure appeared at the entrance to the bridge, clutching the doorframe for both support and as if it was her only anchor to reality.

Those familiar with the ship’s assistant counsellor would barely recognise her, her usual immaculate appearance and charismatic presence gone, to be replaced by this ragged, windswept scarecrow.

Anaya lurched the last few steps, where beforehand she seemed to glide as if barely touching the deck, now she moved like a badly made puppet with several strings cut, barely in control of her own body. She slumped to her knees before the Captain and looked up at him, her beautiful face streaked with tears, and blood pouring unstemmed from her nose.

“Too much.... all too much.... the terror....it comes from another place.... all black..... can’t stop it....”

Anaya - Asst Counsellor

Of course, Anya felt it.

It was real.

It was magnified through the phased space, through temporal swirls and eddies, perhaps.
Something had torn the Augustin apart.
For the people on the Augustine, this was now.
She wasn’t dead and lost…
…She was still dying.
This was her last gasp, and some were still alive.

Pulled through some unknown hole in dimensional space-time, the Augustine had disappeared almost five years ago.
However, the moment of her death was stretched across and through many such rips and tears in reality’s fabric.
All of this was made clear to Anya in the blink of an eye…
But the sheer horror of feeling the death throes was far too great a burden all at once.
Anya’s mind was not used to experiencing several dimensions at once.
Several timelines at once.
How could she even communicate the utter pain and insanity of dying a thousand different times, yet only once?

Just like the unphased physical wreckage was drawn to Leviathan,
The psychic energy of unphased people was drawn where it would be sensed…
To Anya.

A fantastic jumble of sensations, emotions, memory…

She cried with Captain Franklin, holding young Ensign Williams’s body in his arms. The half that had phased into the corridor.

Her throat tightened as her scream died in the decompression as she and Ellis were ripped from the wreckage and out into the cold vacuum.

She tried to answer Luna’s queries for survivors, but she and Lt. Hannah Parker were too weak. They died quietly, though finally warm. Seconds from salvation.

The odd sensation of simply ceasing to exist as a living being as she and Warrant Officer Grant phased into real space and became molecularly one with Leviathan’s superstructure.

Hundreds of lightyears away, in a completely different sector, She sat quietly hurting with CPO James Franklin on USS Europa. Drunk and alone. Missing his older brother.

Hundreds of others connected to Anya, sharing themselves. Their pain, their last moments.

She could feel them. All of them.

If she could only control it, she could sort them… Find them…

Couldn’t she?

Couldn’t she please? they begged

-Franklin, Anomalous Individual

“Anaya?” Cobb spoke in whispers, as if scared that the solidity of his words could shatter the woman before him to pieces. “What is it?”

Falling to his knees, Zachariah reached out and pulled the Deltan into a protective embrace, one hand gently cradling her smooth head. “You’re safe, Anaya. You’re in the CIC and both me and Commander Raauhl are with you. We’re not going to let anything happen to you.”
He shot an anxious glance to his Trill First Officer, aware that the pledges he made had no anchor within this maelstrom of utter confusion.
“Anaya, can you tell us what is happening to you?” he looked down now at the tortured and tear-stained face. “What is it that you’re feeling?”

Ros stood in the darkness of his quarters, one hand on the wall beside the view pane of the transparent aluminium of the window. He felt the ship shuddering, being torn apart in places that should never be torn. The Engineer in him heard the screams of the metal, the rending of the bulkheads, the surge of the warp core. He let out the breath he had been holding slowly. The Counselor in him heard the tears and screams of those in agony as they were torn apart.

Outside was the wreckage of a ship, part of it anyway. Debri spun in space like a giant hand spun pieces lazily. Ros felt the darkness that surrounded the ship, his eyes moved from piece to piece while his mind worked to pick out the shadows cast from the running lights of the Leviathan. The hulk foretold doom, death and pain. A wounded beast that fought to survive but was falling to the darkness. He closed his eyes with a numb feeling around him as his other hand rested on a box sitting on the side table by his window, words barely coherent but his voice deep as he began to sing.

Augustine flew from the fields of Mars,
The Expanse hers to explore.
She sailed between the silent stars
Where no man had gone before.

Through wilds of space and endless void,
Past strange and awesome sights.
Farther from home than any man,
Had yet sailed into Night.

Augustine flew from the fields of Mars,
The Expanse hers to explore.
She sailed between the silent stars
Where no man had gone before.

Valiantly Her Captain fought the fight,
As she ran before the squall.
But the Storm devoured our Augustine,
Her Crew and Captain, all.

Augustine flew from the fields of Mars,
The Expanse hers to explore.
She sailed between the silent stars
Where no man had gone before.

Finally, she broke through Neptune’s wrath
And reached far Eden’s shores.
Now Ne’er returns our Augustine,
Her Crew will sail no more.

Now ne’er returns the Augustine,
Her Crew will sail no more…

Silence fell over the darkness. Ros’ eyes opened and moved among the wreckage, his hand lifting from the box as he turned ignoring the body floating past his window, the blank stare disregarded. As he donned his tunic and walked out the door he continued to hum the tune. It was time to work.

The doors were already pried apart as Ros squeezed himself through into the CiC, pausing momentarily to survey those in the room and who was present. Without waiting for an order, he headed to the Engineering console sparing a glance at the bald woman on her knees. She caused him to pause slightly in his stride, his eyes moving to the Captain. He could almost feel the pain that showed on her face, but his eyes moved back to the console and his hands began to swiftly move over the alarm acknowledgements. Power had to be redirected, bulkheads shut, plasma cut off. Some, could be done from here.

“Plasma leaks on several decks. Power conduits compromised, redirecting and securing life support where I can.” His voice was calm, but tight. If his time on the Viking had taught him much, how to save what they had left was a big part of it.

Lt Cmdr Akirel Ros, Consultant Researcher

From his position on the floor, the captain glanced up at the engineer. Were they granted brief respite from this chaos, then Cobb might have found pause to identify this as the first occasion onboard the Leviathan he had actually been glad for the presence of Akirel Ros.
“Can you identify what it is that assails us?” he called out to the Bajoran, desperate now for even the most transient of tendrils to resemble an answer.

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

OOC: Also, amazing lyrics there courtesy of both Dave’s!

In the background, Raauhl was trying to organise the repair teams, =^=Damage repair team Gamma proceed to Corridor J Deck 4, Plasma leaks and atmosphere venting. Fire suppression system is offline Repair team Bravo there are open fires on Decks 5,6,9,10 and 11, Repair teams Charlie and Yankee to assist. Repair team and Medical team to Deck 13, multiple casualties and anomaly escape RTF crews are already apprehending the anomaly but require the cell to be repaired.=^= Raauhl voice-only ceased to hear what tactical or anyone could tell them what was attacking them.

  • Cmdr Raauhl, XO

“She’s the USS Augustine, Captain.” Ros said, glancing at Cobb while he worked the Engineering console. Several systems were offline to automatic commands and would need manual Shutoff, so while he worked he forwarded the details of what to shut off and what to redirect to the repair teams the XO had ordered to the lower decks.

“She disappeared five years ago, big mystery, presumed lost. Unfortunately for us right now, she’s found us.” Ros paused slightly as he said the last part, looking at Cobb to see if he caught his words. “Looks like she is trapped in some kind of interphase pocket from these energy readings, I would advise we move out of this area before more bits of her phase back into this reality inside us. Readings are throwing out odd chroniton measurements as well Captain.

Lt Cmdr Akirel Ros, consultant researcher

“Aye, let’s put a little distance between us, eh,” the captain nodded. “Are you reading any survivors, Mr Akirel?”

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

At that moment, the Breen’s augmented voice came across the comms. =/\= RTF to Bridge. Anomaly partially contained. One subject for containment. Captain’s presence requested. =/\= was all Vonn said.

Vonn, RTF CO

Anaya clung to the Captain tightly, her grip verging on painful. She threw her head back, her eyes seemingly searching for something, her sight focused on something beyond the bulkheads....

“Here but not here!” She called, her voice having almost a singsong quality to it,

“Far and yet Near!”

She buried her head in the Captains shoulder as another spasm of pain racked her body.

Her voice… barely above a whisper, and muffled by the cloth of his uniform, he could still hear her voice....

“Here but not here..... Far and yet near..... Here but not here..... Far and yet near...... Here but not here..... Far and yet near.....”

Anaya - Asst Counsellor

Mr. Ros, if he could find the right frequencies of the phased out persons, would find one hundred forty-one members of the Augustine’s crew in various phased condition. In all, as of this moment, one hundred thirty-four of them were deceased. Seven life signs, all fluctuating wildly, six of them very weak, would be found inside Leviathan. At this very moment, one of those seven had grown very much stronger and was flying at Vonn in a total rage.

Anya would be aware of all this… Especially of the strange balance shift of energy from the entirety of the Augustine crew into the one form…

-Franklin, Anomalous Individual


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