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MPT-LS: Year of Hell - CIC Bridge - Setting out (all welcome)

Posted July 18, 2021, 1:12 p.m. by Warrant Officer Jonathan Durheim (Chief Engineering Officer) (William Deaton)

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in MPT-LS: Year of Hell - CIC Bridge - Setting out (all welcome)

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in MPT-LS: Year of Hell - CIC Bridge - Setting out (all welcome)

Posted by Lieutenant Surda (Chief of Security / RTF) in MPT-LS: Year of Hell - CIC Bridge - Setting out (all welcome)
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Cobb nodded to the Counselor’s suggestion of an additional chemical field.

Jonathan was ‘experienced’ with anomalies, true; but his expertise was with containment and neutralization; not capture. His work almost always came after the more exciting bits. As such, he gladly yielded the floor to Mr. Raauhl’s more effective actions. Turning towards the fleeing drops, he made a note of where they went; before moving over to the replicator. Instead of a siphon, he requested a fogger loaded with liquid helium - thinking that freezing the animated water may be an effective, if temporary way to stop their escape.

Quickly popping the panels off of the consoles, a short blast supercooled the cramped space underneath. Before too long, the temperature on the bridge had noticeably dropped.

-WO Durheim, Refrigeration Apprentice

Casela was relieved to see someone was attempting to contain this other than Raauhl. She could feel it though, annoynace, irritation, disappointment, and anger welling up. She’d not felt that way about this crew in a long time.

OOC: I love this! Really inventive!

IC: “By the gods, Mr Durheim. Are you trying to replicate Chief Vonn’s living conditions right here on the bridge?” Zachariah roared, wrapping arms around his own body as if to ward off the biting chill.

She laughed, and it wasn’t exactly humor, there was some but there was something else. “It would have to be A LOT colder for that Cpt. That’s not a bad idea though, Durheim might want to look at how Chief Vonn’s quarters maintain that level of cold.”

Meanwhile beneath the consoles, as the cloud of helium vapour reached the escaping particles, they began to move with noticeably decreasing speed. No longer flowing as water, now the tiny drops appeared more like sticky gum, each one stretching out in an attempt to reach each other, until the coating of frost entombed them in a hardened outer shell and they fell motionless, scattered across the deck like poisonous and discarded sweets.

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb / Goo

Casela walked over to her chair and pulled the RTF bag she had stowed behind it out. She tossed it on the chair, opened it and pulled out the componets for a portable containment unit and quick order she had a box the size of a paper case. “No idea if it’s big enough, Durheim but it gives us a start.” She fiddled with the controls and set the unit for a level 2 biological and chemical containment field and the environmental controls to contain the liquid helium’s conditions. A small force field was erected in the top of the box to allow the ‘water’ to be inserted. She muttered under her breath, “I’m not RTF anymore, but since our on deck RTF agents aren’t doing anything, it’s a good thing I’m prepared.” Oh yeah everyone heard her and she didn’t care. This is what Vonn had tried to talk to Cobb about days ago. The fact that everyone was looking at Cobb for permission to do their jobs. RTF agents dropped EVERYTHING when their was an anomaly to contain. And yet they were standing still.

She carried the box over to Raauhl first, “Cmdr.” And then returned to the bag and took out a scientific and a medical tricorder, flipped both open and started scanning the creepy frozen sweets.

Adam sent an encrypted message to Starbase 237 requesting a check on any missing anomalies since the ship last docked there. He used the unfamiliar encryption and codes he’d memorized during his travels to the Leviathan, he was certain that there were only a handful of people on that base that could both unlock the encryption and read the message, the correct amount of paranoia and security to his mind.

CIO

After several minutes a reply was received, similarly encrypted. Once revealed Adam would be able to read the following:
=^= Our measurements indicate that ARU-2750 has lost mass. It is possible that it has undergone some form of mitosis. We shall continue to monitor. =^=

Juliet had pressed the Captain back towards the wall as the ‘water entity’ dissolved. Unsure if it would explode or merely drop she had shielded the man the best she could. Once things had calmed and the clean up was underway, she stepped back and stayed at the Captain’s side as he moved into the bridge.

A tight shaft of thought moved into Cas’ mind as the others worked on their assignments. “Did you sense anything from it before…” there was a pause as she sought the right words. “Before it dissolved? If its sentient, we should get it to containment and let it coalesce. I didn’t sense malevolence from it. But it may just be I was too far away. “ She was overly cautious, perhaps more than most. But it also occurred to her that they had possibly just caused injury to the… thing. And that didn’t sit well with her, either.

She shook her head, rubbing her temples. Telepathy was a useful tool but hers wasn’t working right and avoiding a seizure at the moment was paramount. She’d gone mind to mind with a couple of anomalies, it wasn’t worth the risk now.

Glancing back at the Captain, she made sure he was all right before taking up a position close enough to protect him once more if something else happened. “And I’d stay clear of the canister, Sir,” she added as an aside to the CO. “It took your form for a reason. Good or bad, I’d rather not have to sort you two out again.”

Juliet
“Jewels”
RTF

“Aye, you and me both, Miss Anders,” Cobb laughed, although from their proximity Jewels would catch the flicker of anxiety that crossed the captain’s features as his eyes darted quickly to the strange liquid that had, only moments earlier, been ‘him’.

Casela forced a good natured laugh, “I think, Sir, they’ve fogotten you are a Dominion War vet and could take us all out quite easily if you wanted.” The control on her wrist beeped. “Fenrir’s in the lift. We can either drop the fields or someone with command authorization can beam him in through the field.”
OOC: Yeah…old Casela came to say hi.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS and apparently back on RTF now

“Your faith in my abilities is reassuring, Counselor,” Zachariah nodded, “although I suspect these anomalies care little of my conduct in some long-forgotten war. In fact, sometimes I wonder if they consider us a threat at all?”

“I wasn’t talking about the anomalies Captain.”

Adam gave the counsellor a curious expression, or at least as much as his stony expression allowed. He knew his fair share of Dominion war veterans, he was one himself, but he did not count many of them to be more or less dangerous than many others in the Fleet. A curious thought though, he made a mental note to find a way to learn the Captain’s fighting style.

A column of swirling lights heralded an incoming transporter activation. Soon, the lights swirled around and coalesced into the form of the RTF Commander, the Breen Vonn. The helmet swiveled around and the disruptor sait in an armored gloved hand. “Report on anomaly status, Lieutenant Synthi-er.” the voice said flatly.

Vonn, RCO

Adam turned slowly to look at the Breen Officer, he of course knew that the RTF Commander was a Breen but reading was not seeing and believing was harder still. Last time he’d seen a Bree had been under less than friendly circumstances.

“Darwin or Curie type anomaly. Possibly green or yellow risk level. Presented itself as Cpt Cobb. He was on the CIC unchecked for a couple of hours, quoting old English Earth poetry. When I started to question it directly it’s ability to maintain it’s ‘cover’ seemed to slip. The anomaly was pouring water from it’s mouth. It maintained it’s shape when physically assaulted. Chief Durheim electrocuted it, and it collapsed into water and purposely moved across the CIC to hide in the bulkheads. Biological and Chemical containment fields were erected. Chief Durheim has used liquid helium to freeze it behind the bulk heads and we are transferring to this portable containment unit. Cmdr Raauhl is using a giant pipette to suck up as much of the water as possible.” She passed him both the medical and scientific tricorders she was holding, “I’ve been attempting to gather data on it.”

OOC: Information on type and risk level: https://aru.fandom.com/wiki/Anomaly_Classification
Lt Synthi-er, CNS

“Green or yellow?” the captain sounded almost disappointed, as if he had hoped for a more legendary threat from something formed in his image.

“Yes, possibly higher, but so far it has not inflicted any damage to person or equipment. All it has done is impersonate you and but the crew on edge.”

With the liquid swirling around in the pipette Raauhl strode over to their Breen RTF commander another reminder on how unique this crew really was. “I think this may be better suited under the care of the RTF” He suggested holding out the Pipette to any of the RTF personnel on the bride, “I’d like to know how this managed to get on the ship and how its able to mimic the physical appearance of the crew, we have several talented scientists on board so lets make this a priority.” He paused thinking about a conversation he had with two of their new arrivals. “Also someone contact Kula, shes keen to be involved in our research and scientific discoveries this may be something she’s seen before.” The orders were open ended, anyone could answer and he’d be content as long as it was done.

  • Commander Raauhl, XO

Casela carefully took the pipette from Raauhl and careful not to let any escape, or get on her -that could not happen now- transferred the device into the temporary containment unit.

Ooc: At this point in the continuity, Kula and Mwezi Haven’t joined the Levi yet.

Ic:

Vonn took the container and looked at the RTF team members on the bridge. “Secondary containment protocols are now in place. Scour the bridge for remnants. Full sensor sweep of all attached spaces. Any indication of anomaly presence, the search radius extends to spaces attached there. Once we are verified clear, all present RTF members are to report to my office for debrief. Lieutenant Synthi-er, you are back on active RTF duty as of now. Report with them.” at that moment, an RTF override opened the lift doors and two RTF Transport and Containment Specialists arrived. Vonn looked at them and said “Containment escort.” and they nodded once and the three figures stepped onto the lift and were gone.

Casela looked at the RTF chief and nodded, but her thoughts ran along the lines of ‘Really Kodek? Now, thanks,’ but she understood his reasoning. Hadn’t they JUST discussed this very scenario? “Aye Chief,” was all she said to acknowledge she’d heard him and RTF or not she’d be showing up in his office after this. With the override the specialists arrived along with Fenrir. She walked over to the AARM unit and input the readings from the medical and scientific tricorders, then she input the specifications for the temporary containment unit. Fenrir had a built in containment unit and it was a matter of a few brief moments before his systems programmed the unit accordingly.

With the anomaly now secured, albeit in temporary containers, Zachariah Cobb exhaled a small measure of tension. It had been unsettling to come upon his own mirror image, and even more to find his doppelganger without substance. Like spilled whiskey into a great and turbulent ocean.
“Good work, everyone,” he commended the gathered crew. “I share the Commander’s eagerness to learn more on this anomaly, how it came to resemble me so precisely and how it stowed away, undetected, on our ship. We must…”

“Captain,” an urgent yet controlled voice cut in from the helm.
“Aye, MacReady. What is it, lad?”
MacReady’s chair turned until he could face the gathered crew, before announcing with a nod to the once-more activated viewscreen, “We have arrived at the Alini system.”

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

Vonn, RCO

“Fenrir scan, identify, and contain. the input signature.” Fenrir moved off in one direction and Casela in the other scanning for any further signs of the anomaly on the CIC and then moving into the auxiliary locations on the deck, and then accessing the Jefferies tubes in order to scan the areas around the CIC deck and then the deck below and above. Moving outward as each area was deemed clear or contaminated.
Lt Synthi-er

Adam turned back to face the viewscreen, hands calmly clasped behind his back. He’d managed to learn more about the Bridge crew and most of the Command staff in these few minutes than he could have with days of normal surveillance. Perhaps there would be a way to be aware of more situations before they happened or even engineer them to learn more. A thought for later.

CIO

As the crew gazed out the front viewscreen, unbeknownst to them, something strange was happening. The first thing to happen was that the ship’s sensors picked up on a spacial anomaly in the crew lounge. A quiet alarm began to go off, warning the bridge crew of this fact.

The readings were scrambled, like the sensors couldn’t tell what was up or down.

  • ???? Mystery

At the helm, MacReady slammed a palm against his console. “What the hell is going wrong now? Captain, we have another anomaly detected in the Jörmungandr lounge.”

Cobb allowed himself a brief moment of exasperated despair, one hand running wearily through his long, silvery locks. Then as quickly as it had consumed him, the mood was cast off for something more fitting a captain on an ARU starship bridge.

“Commander Raauhl,” he turned to his First Officer. “Take a team to check out the Jörmungandr lounge. Be aware that there may be more shapeshifting abilities at play here and that not everything, or everyone, can be taken for granted exactly as they appear.”

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

Raauhl nodded turning to the RTF Commander, “Commander Vonn would you and an RTF team accompany me.” The Trill XO looked back to Cobb, “Captain I believe we should lock down the ship and confine the crew to their quarters and essential duty personnel only, By doing so would minimise any infiltration risks.”

  • Commander Raauhl, XO

A nod of the helmet indicated Vonn had heard the request. He tapped his wrist console and an alert went to all RTF personnel, activating them for immediate duty.

“Aye,” Cobb nodded, already moving towards the nearest workstation.
=^= This is the Captain speaking=^= he broadcast a shipwide alert. =^=We are experiencing a Level three event. All non-essential personnel are to proceed immediately to their own assigned quarters and await further instructions. All active RTF personnel to report to the Jörmungandr lounge for orders from Chief Vonn. On-duty containment officers to lock down and monitor all current anomalies. Stay safe, Cobb out. =^=

Then with a final nod to Raauhl, the captain’s own attention turned to the CIO. “Did the starbase grace us with any pertinent information on our current plight, Commander Magnusson?”

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

Vonn, RCO

After assisting with the containment of the water-based anomaly, Durheim had quietly moved over to the engineering console; doing a fine job of giving the poor ensign on duty an anxiety attack. At the Captain’s direction to the crew, he perked up, glad for direct orders.

Smiling at Mr. Cobb; Durheim made to leave for the containment bay, already pulling up the current inventory of anomalies and containment systems on his PaDD. “Unless you would like me here, Mr. Cobb, I’ll be down in containment.” Pausing, he added “But first I’ll stop by engineering; to ensure everything is in order.”

-WO Durheim, CE

“I think we can manage things on the bridge for now, Mr Durheim,” Cobb nodded. “Deliver that…thing to containment and do whatever you can to ensure that it does not break out again.”

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

OOC: Just pretending Surda’s been staring at it distrustfully this whole time.
IC:
“I’ll come with you Durheim. Pairs or groups seem like a reasonable security measure against infiltration.” And of course, she didn’t trust the thing. There was a world of things that could imitate another, but most of those things were not anomalies, nor did they choose Captains to go after right away. Breaking in was easier once you had established yourself as a lower figure, and gotten a feel for everything, so Surda wasn’t entirely certain what the anomaly’s motivation was.
-Surda, COS

OOC: are we talking the water thing? I thought Vonn already sent that off with two containment specialist from RTF....I’m confused
Jenn

OOC: Vonn did, but we still need a more permanent containment unit creating and I would consider that within Durheim’s duties if Will wants to write it. And a security escort is always a good idea when you’re stepping onto the containment deck - as Cobb knows only too well ;)
- Sharon

OOC: That works for me! I’ll go ahead and apologize for my absence as of late, but I’ll start a containment bay thread shortly.
IC: “Yes, Mr. Cobb; I think I have some ideas for containment of the anomaly, but I would appreciate the assistance of both Security and a Science team - anomalies are unpredictable, after all. Miss Surda; I would appreciate any insight you would be willing to give. Shall we be off?” A broad smile was on Durheim’s face; always a somewhat unsettling sight - and the helium fogger still resting in his limbs did little to ease the sight.

-WO Durheim, CE


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