Posted Nov. 12, 2021, 7:24 p.m. by Warrant Officer Jonathan Durheim (Chief Engineering Officer) (William Deaton)
Posted by Commander Ryder Raauhl (Executive Officer) in MPT-LS - Year of Hell - Darkness descends, Engineering
The bump seemed to be a precursor to a far greater sudden change as the ship’s power began to fluctuate across the ship lights dimmed and brightened so much that it hurt to look at them. Consoles turned off and some exploded as the ship seemingly was taken control of by some forces unknown, the whole scene shifted and changed as the Leviathan started to cross the threshold of the anomaly the ship and the people inside it began to contort and stretch, speech, light and noise seemed to elongate into a low pitch.Until finally the Leviathan was engulfed into darkness.
As the crew would begin to recover emergency lighting would turn on, anyone near a a port window would see they were no longer where they were, or even there was nothing.
Ensign Miller moved quickly through the ship, helping people as she could by pointing them in the right direction or picking them up onto their feet but ultimately she’d been ordered by the XO to go and see what was happening in engineering. She had tried different consoles and her comm badge through her journey to see if she could make communication with the CIC or engineering but neither responded. Eventually she came to the doors of engineering, like the turbo lifts which were working but painfully slow the doors slowly opened enough for her to squeeze through into the dark room.
“Chief Durheim?” She called out not being able to make out the faces of the engineering officers who were working by torch light, some had even managed to get the portable spotlights out of storage and working, it really took her some time to get here she thought.
- Ensign Miller
Men and women were working frantically; a colony of ants writ large. Shouts, grunts, and muffled curses met Ensign Miller’s question; though none were actually directed towards her. There was some movement in the darkness; a bobbing light headed with purpose for the hatch where Miller stood. It wasn’t long until NE Renshaw loomed over Miller. The burly engineer had removed her tunic jacket; and sweat was visibly dripping down the shaved sides of her head. Her voice boomed out; half-yelling as if to compensate for partial deafness. “Ensign Miller, right? I suppose you’re wondering about the power, same as the rest of us. Well, much as I hate to say it, we ain’t got a clue as to what happened.” Renshaw paused, taking a deep gulp of water.
“Emergency power kicked on like it was supposed to, so we got that going for us. Life support looks good for now. But something killed our engines; and we aren’t having any luck kicking them on again. Eggheads are running diagnostics; I think they got an answer, but they sure aren’t happy about it.” She gestured toward the chaos behind her. “Right now we’re tearing into the Impulse engine and relays; we’re seeing some flutters that are making us nervous…” As Renshaw was outlining their work, a small Vulcan man had approached, PaDD in hand and frown on face. “Ah-hem, pardon me for interrupting…”
“Oh, just get on with it, Hans - can’t get much worse!”
He winced slightly at the woman’s volume, before taking a deep breath and starting with his report. “Well…” Hans hesitated, clearly not eager to share the bad news. “We have run our diagnostics several times, and we still don’t know what happened to the Leviathan. But we do know what the results are - we have little to no power left. Like I said, we cannot tell what caused this, but it’s as if our engines ran at max for....” Hans paused, checking his notes on the PaDD. “Roughly, a full year. We are almost completely drained of deuterium; anti and otherwise, though the bit we have remaining is only sufficient to re-start the drives.”
The small man looked more than a bit overwhelmed; and he was clearly unhappy that he didn’t have more to contribute. “Unfortunately, I believe this is well beyond me - I would like to get Mr. Durheim or Lieutenant Hellsing in here, but I’m not sure where they are at the moment - the last we heard from the Chief, he was busy in the containment bay; and I’m not sure where Lt. Hellsing is.”
-Engineering
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