Posted by Lieutenant Surda (Chief of Security / RTF) in MPT-LS: Year of Hell - CIC Bridge - Setting out (all welcome)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Adam Magnusson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in MPT-LS: Year of Hell - CIC Bridge - Setting out (all welcome)
Posted by Warrant Officer Jonathan Durheim (Chief Engineering Officer) in MPT-LS: Year of Hell - CIC Bridge - Setting out (all welcome)
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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.
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.
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
“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.
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.
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
Juliet had inspected the Captain’s chair and surrounding area as Cas and the others checked the rest of the bridge. Once cleared, the new alert went up. Perking up with a frown, realizing how slow they had been the first time, the newest team member spoke up. “Recommend containment around the lounge immediately. Last thing we want is it disappearing into the corridors while we muster the troops.”
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
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.
“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.
OOC: are we talking the water thing? I thought Vonn already sent that off with two containment specialist from RTF....I’m confused
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 ;)
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
Adam turned to the Captain finally giving himself the chance to answer his question “Starbase reports that ARU-2750 has lost mass. They theorize it may have undergone some form of mitosis” He wasn’t fully briefed on all the anomalies as of yet so he was unfamiliar with that specific number but that would not be a problem.
“By fourteen hells there could be more of them,” Surda muttered, then continued slightly louder. “Of course Mr. Durheim, I’m sure we’ll entertain ourselves down in containment.” She returned his smile, a touch too wide for comfort, then dipped her head to Cobb. “Captain.”
“And may I recommend we find out how much mass it lost as well? Need to know how much is missing so we know if we get it all. Also should find out if it’s replicating at all to replace the mass it’s lost. We don’t want to find out a liter came on board but we are up to a gallon wandering the ship, so to speak.” She had headed for the lift as she finished speaking. “Please let Vonn and the rest of us know as soon as you do, please.” She then quickly exited and headed for the lounge where the rest of the team was. Maybe she had spoken out of turn. Maybe she hadn’t reacted the right way when things had gone sideways. But in her defense, which was by no means an excuse, she wasn’t aware of the Captain’s background and of all the people between her and the Captain, she had thought others would react differently.
Halfway to the lounge she made a mental note to revisit the containment level. Getting used to the formations, levels, and types of possible containment would certainly alter her reactions next time. SHe growled under her breath realizing she had failed. Sure, maybe she helped the Captain, but at what possible cost to the ship if it hadn’t gone right? And what was wrong with Cas? She was short, shielded, and hiding something from her. Usually she wouldn’t care, but this was different. Another mental note was made to check on her cousin later. It was worth the butt chewing if it got her answers.
((heading to lounge but had to put in two cents… sorry for absence))
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