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MPT-LS: Year of Hell - Containment Deck - (Tag Surda; Security, Science, others welcome)

Posted Nov. 29, 2021, 2:17 p.m. by Lieutenant Surda (Chief of Security / RTF Commander) (Leonora V)

Posted by Commander Ryder Raauhl (Executive Officer) in MPT-LS: Year of Hell - Containment Deck - (Tag Surda; Security, Science, others welcome)

Posted by Warrant Officer Jonathan Durheim (Chief Engineering Officer) in MPT-LS: Year of Hell - Containment Deck - (Tag Surda; Security, Science, others welcome)

Posted by Commander Ryder Raauhl (Executive Officer) in MPT-LS: Year of Hell - Containment Deck - (Tag Surda; Security, Science, others welcome)
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“I see” Adam said to the… distinctive-looking Chief Engineer, for a moment his eyes went to his mechanical arm in an appraising manner but it stayed there for less than a second “I agree with” He stopped mid sentance.

The lights cut out. In the space of a single breath the entire containment deck was plunged into almost total darkness, save only for an eerie glow from red strips of emergency lighting.

From the gloom came the hiss of a now-familiar whisper. “And a million million slimy things liv’d on—and so did I.”

  • The Mariner

“I do believe, gentlemen, that we are meant to pray.” Surda very nearly giggled, almost exhilarated by the challenge. “Perhaps… Yeats.” She cleared her throat and called into the darkness. “Oh sweet everlasting voice, be still.” She’d attempted to pull from the same time period, and if the voice could indeed only communicate in poetry she would most certainly reciprocate.
-Surda, CoS

Adam had closed his eyes as soon as the lights went out and started blinking often getting used to the sudden darkness. His hand behind his back went slightly under his shirt and fondled the type one phaser hidden, when nothing further happened he visibly relaxed, well it would have been visible without the darkness. He looked toward Surda but didn’t say anything, if she was able to communicate with the creature using poetry better than they would with normal words then that would be useful information.

CIO

Immediately upon the lights going out, Durheim’s eyes snapped over to where the container should remain; hoping to confirm that it was still intact. In the dim emergency lighting, little could be seen; and his left hand shot to his goggles, tuning them to the infrared spectrum. =/\=Computer; run full diagnostic on containment deck and verify status; priority on block 6-B.=/\= Jonathan’s tone was loud and firm; but he didn’t stand still as he waited for a response. Carefully, he moved around the container, gently fogging it with the liquid helium emitter. He wanted to keep the anomaly contained; but there was a risk of shattering the temporary container if the temperature was dropped too rapidly.

-WO Durheim, CE

=^= Containment level 1 diagnostic - primary containment systems operational. Computer systems operational. Lighting defective, decks 11 to 13. Issue - unknown. =^=

A noise, like the rush of wind through dense forest. When the computer spoke again, there was a subtle difference to the pitch and cadence of words. As one might expect in a sentient being when in panic.
=^= Intruder detected. =^=

“Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs, Upon the slimy Sea,” the Mariner hissed.

  • The Mariner

Durheim paused when the computer spoke for the second time; the change in tone catching him off guard. Turning to the others; the red glow glinted off of his thick goggles, lending his words a sinister air. “Something is wrong here… But we are fortunate that the containment deck was mostly cleared out prior to our departure. All the same; please be careful - Redundant systems should still be secure, but we need to be careful.” With a small gesture; a bright light on his forearm snapped on. Jonathan panned it around in a circle, eyeing up their immediate surroundings.

-WO Durheim, CE

As soon as the Chief Engineer started his light Adam closed his right eye, he was still eyeing the creature “Does the Leviathan computer of speak with an inflexion of emotion?” He asked, it wasn’t exactly something usual but this was an unusual ship.

CIO

“No, Mr. Magnusson; I do not believe that it should do that at all. That is not to say it is impossible, mind you, but to my knowledge it should not have any inflection at all.” Durheim looked squarely at the intelligence officer, concern in his voice and eyes. “I fear the anomaly; or something related to it, is interferring with the ship’s computer - and that could put us all in a very poor situation. Mr. Magnusson, can you reach out to Misters Cobb and Raauhl and verify the extent of this issue? I need to determine the status of our containment - I can’t trust the computer’s analysis. Once this deck is verified as secure, I will task my department with addressing the rest of the ship and the computer systems.” The Chief Engineer paused, rubbing his chin fiercely as he contemplated the potential work ahead of them.

-WO Durheim, CE

Adam nodded “I’ll be more use on the CIC, I’ll go in person” He turned to the exit “Please keep me apprised of what our poet says, if possible I’d like a visual and audio record accessible for reference”

CIO

A heavy silence settled onto the containment deck, as if pieces of thick, cold blanket had been draped across every wall and stuffed into every nook and corner. Even the Mariner fell silent, listening with unformed ears.

For Surda and Durheim, they might find their senses reaching for the presence of each other, urgency cast from the void left by Magnusson’s retreat. So too for the now-silent Mariner, churning impatiently against the invisible barrier of his prison. But for a single, almost unendurable moment, they might find their consciousness alerted to something else. A figure. Less solid form and more a singular absence of light, as if a hole had been torn in the spacetime fabric to approximate the shape of a man. Tall, powerful, malevolent, it loomed at the far end of the central walkway. Then in the blink of an eye, it was gone.

  • Sharon

Durheim paused, caught off guard by the unusual sensation. He couldn’t help but flinch, eyes snapping over to the walkway as he sensed the uninvited presence. Truly, he wasn’t sure if he’d actually seen anything; it was some unexplored sense that had drawn his eyes. He couldn’t help but glance over at Surda; wondering if he was alone in this unusual sensation.

-WO Durheim, CE

Surda drew her phaser in an instant, aiming it down the walkway and stepping slightly in front of Durheim. Fear was not something she could afford to listen to. “You saw it?” She glanced at the Mariner, curious to see if any information would be forthcoming.
-Surda, CoS

“I… I am not sure, Miss Surda.” Durheim’s tone was quiet; absent of it’s usual self-assured note. “I believe I saw… something, yes… But I would not trust my memory or description; even so recent as now.” The frown remained on his face, even as he shook his head briskly to clear his head. “Seen or otherwise; I believe that may yet be another item on our list of ‘things to be concerned about’, Miss Surda.”

“Just what we need. Terror and concern.” Surda muttered, casting a brief glance to Durheim.

Of course in such circumstances when creepy vibes and horror themes are palpable the universe always seems to make things worse. The lack of lighting in the area created pools of shadows across the floor. One particular shadow seemed to change from a simple Absence of light to an endless pit of the blackest black. It began to ripple and surge upwards and through it another being formed. When the darkness subsided the form of a young girl, black leggings and oversize grey sweatshirt and grey fluffy socks, solidified. Her porcelain like features seemed to glow eerily in the dim light but it was nothing compared to the neon yellow of her eyes which glinted in the darkness like cats eyes.

She glanced at both Surda and Durheim. A small frown forming in her features. She then walked away from them. Towards the form of the Mariner as if transfixed.

Gen

Jonathan started once more at the appearance, or more specifically, the method of arrival of the oddity that was Gen. For a moment, he attributed the specter from earlier to her; but that optimistic thought was quickly dismissed - despite the uncertainty of what he had seen earlier, he felt the size difference was too great. “Miss McCallister, what brings you here?”

-WO Durheim, CE

Surda had a sinking feeling the girl wasn’t going to answer. She stood, holstering her phaser to ensure she didn’t fire on reflex. “Gen? Please don’t go near the anomaly.” The chances of her request being heeded seemed quite low.
-Surda, CoS

Bump

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.

  • Spooky

Durheim’s goggles automatically adjusted for the nauseating changes in light; but they did nothing to ease the feeling in his chest as physics bowed to eldritch energies. It was if a hand had materialized within the small man’s thoracic cavity; and was dead-set on rearranging everything it could touch. As his innards settled along with the rest of the ship, he slowly regained his senses; finding himself on the floor of the cargo bay.

With a groan, he scrambled to his feet, wincing at the harsh emergency lighting; and struggling to regain his customary composure. “Ms Surda; Ms McCallister; are you still here?” He looked around the bay; trying to assess his immediate surroundings - the situation had been questionable before; he doubted it had improved with whatever had just happened.

-WO Durheim, CE

Surda’s eyes had adjusted quickly, though she wouldn’t be able to see much beyond general shapes. “Yes Mr. Durheim, although it seems we’ve been… hindered.”

After some time a bobbing contingent of wrist torches rounded the corner and into the room lighting up their faces, it was a security team led by Ensign Miller. “Chief Durheim?” Her female voice said breaking the conversation that was being had, “Commander Raaunl, has us looking for you and engineering could certainly use their Chief. Security teams are making sure that the containment bay is secure.” She explained before seeing her own Chief, “Oh Lieutenant, sorry I didn’t see you there.”

Surda nodded to the NE. “Miller.”

Durheim nodded at Miller in agreement. “Yes, barring anything unexpected, the engines should have been restarted by now… But obviously, they have not. That is certainly a problem!”

With communications down and having been ordered by the XO she’d just somehow taken charge, though others had done the same they seemed to follow her lead. “We’re ready to escort Chief Durheim back to Engineering, we’re hoping to rig up some old hand held communication systems.” She finally added waiting for the senior officer to give them their next orders.

  • NE Miller

“Radio is a good idea… the containment area is secure for now.” Surda cast a glance around the area, searching for Gen and the Anomaly. “Has anyone seen Gen?”
-Surda, CoS

“I would still like to tour the deck myself… But the backup power will only last for so long.” Durheim let out a determined sigh. “I haven’t found a way to be in two places at once yet, and time is not to be wasted. Ms Miller, I am ready to go when you are. Ms Surda, please let me know if you find anything concerning - this deck is much less populated that usual, but what few anomalies remain are not to be taken lightly, though they should all be stable.”

WO Durheim, CE

Miller let the rest of the team remain with their boss, on the other hand, she had her orders from the XO, “I will return as soon as I can lieutenant, Chief if you would follow me.” She said leading the way for Durheim to follow. The ship was eerily quiet, the Leviathan especially the containment deck always housed weird and exotic noises but it seemed even the anomalies themselves knew this was not the time to play up.

  • NE Miller, Sec

Durheim nodded briskly to himself as he snatched a handful of items of the nearby workbench, stuffing them into a canvas toolbag before following NE Miller down the dark corridors to the engineering deck.

-WO Durheim, CE

The remainder of the security personnel looked to Surda, as their chief surely she’d have a plan.

  • Security

“Alright, until we have short wave communication everyone needs to stay within vocal range. No one goes off on their own, a group must be three or more people.” Surda looked around at her officers, meeting their eyes in turn. “We’re going to take this cell by cell. First priority is confirming containment, second is finding Genesis McAllister. Any questions?”
-Surda, CoS


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