Posted by Gamemaster Wookius Furrius (Senior Gamemaster) in Changing Times - Bridge Main Sim

Posted by Gamemaster Wookius Furrius (Senior Gamemaster) in Changing Times - Bridge Main Sim

Posted by Chief Warrant Officer Walker Darach (Chief Operations Officer) in Changing Times - Bridge Main Sim
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=^=Bridge to Engineering. Keep an eye on the structure of the Manhattan. I’m not sure how long we’ll be maintaining our position over the city, and the last thing we need is the ship falling apart around us.=^=

CWO Darach - COO

Walker waited patiently on the bridge. This was the worst part of being stuck behind, the waiting. It was a matter of time before something interesting happened, but who knew when that would occur. Until then they were left, waiting.

It didn’t help that he was sure the bridge crew wouldn’t enjoy his singing.

“Bring the ship status up on the screen. Let’s keep an eye on how the ship is doing so we aren’t taken by surprise if we overstay our welcome.”

CWO Darach - COO

In a corner of the main viewscreen - taking up a third of the whole - two images of the Manhattan came up. One was overhead and the other was in profile. Over the next few minutes data began to be populated and color coded based on structural integrity, stress points, power allocations, thruster and engine ratings. Thus far all was showing green.
- Wookiee

Walker let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding as the status displays came back green. Mentally he knew that there shouldn’t be any issues at the moment, just the computer still reporting that engineering is behind on the ‘regular’ maintenance. But there was still a little part of him that was preparing for it saying there would have been a major issue.

But for now he could relax, for the moment.

“Any status update from the away team?”

CWO Darach - COO

One young ensign from the rear of the bridge spoke out. “Nothing on Comms, sir. Optically we can see they have met with two of the inhabitants and are traveling toward the central building. And … ” his voice broke off and a startled ‘huh?’ came up as he sat quickly to attention and peered at his instruments. “The instant they entered, sir, I lost all life signs.”
- Wookiee

“Of course we did. I knew things were going to easily,” Walker grumbled as he leaned back in the chair slightly, thinking through different options. He slowly tapped his finger on the armrest of the chair as he thought. He needed options. Sending another team down was not completely out of the picture, but that was definitely around Option Z.

“Do we still have comms with them? And is anyone using a tricorder that we might still have a data link with?”

CWO Darach - COO

There was a pause accompanied by a lot of tapping. “I have zero comms from anyone.” He shook his head. “I have what might be a Starfleet frequency from a tricorder but it’s like it’s gone through an ion storm and shredded. There’s no two bits of data that connect but where everything in this city is totally alien, this is the only thing that has something that’s not.”
- Wookiee

Walker silently cursed, this was pretty much the worst case scenario. Not only was most of the senior staff down on the planet, but they had no communication. If something happened, they would have no way of knowing. Let alone a way to transport the Captain and the away team out of there.

But he couldn’t risk sending down another away team just because they hadn’t heard back from the Captain, at least not yet. So that left them just waiting.

“What do you mean by that? Or do you mean the structure they are in has signs of something that we actually understand?”

CWO Darach - COO

The ensign winced and tried again. “Sir, there looks to be some kind of signal, intermittent, like there was scanning happening. Near as I can tell, which is an educated guess, is that the waves or active scans radiated out like a radio wave and bounced off these crystal walls. You get enough bounces and enough waves and they intersect and get chopped up, they eventually reflect outside through that door and to the building surrounding and get chopped up even more. What we are getting is the fragments, a kind of .. scanning salad. If I were to guess .. someone is scanning but that is all we know.”
- Wookiee

Walker grimaced, that’s not what he wanted to hear. “So I guess the only useful part you are able to get is that there is most likely someone from Starfleet on the planets surface scanning, and may be in an area that we believe the away team to have gone into…

“Have you been able to learn anything more about the city itself? Or are the scans from the Manhattan getting scattered just as much? So we aren’t able to get anything useful.”

CWO Darach - COO

“Pretty much, sir,” the Ensign said.

Walker stood up and started pacing. He was having a hard time controlling his nervousness. It wasn’t a question on if he could run the ship or not, but that he hated feeling helpless. There just wasn’t anything he could do from up here in case of an emergency, except to just sit here and wait. He hated it.

CWO Darach - COO

“Being in closer I can’t really see much inside the buildings but I can get a more detailed power graphic from under them. It’s like the roots of a tree, tendrils going down into the mantle that are like liquid crystal in nature - I’d swear there was a dilithium component to it - but it’s converting thermal energy up like tree roots and feeding into the main trunk that runs into that temple under us. Enormous power.”
- Wookiee

OOC: Adding a cross post from the planet …
IC:
“Captain, I am going to check in with the Manhattan.” Shedda agreed, checking on the sun was necessary, but that would mean taking the Manhattan out of the protection of the city, even for just a short time to launch a probe. She didn’t like the prospect of doing so without the away team back on board. She stepped just outside the building and tapped her combadge. =/\=Mal’athar to Manhattan. Status report.=/\=

Mal’athar, XO

OOC: Gene, Darach had to take a step back. Could we get an NE to respond here?

-Jenn