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USS Independence, when things go awry (Tag HELM and CMO)

Posted March 11, 2021, 10:35 a.m. by Ensign Jordar (Security Officer) (Brian Richards)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Karina Enger (Executive Officer) in USS Independence, when things go awry (Tag HELM and CMO)

Posted by Ensign Jordar (Security Officer) in USS Independence, when things go awry (Tag HELM and CMO)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Karina Enger (Executive Officer) in USS Independence, when things go awry (Tag HELM and CMO)
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The one man Liberty Class runabout was the chosen way for the new security officer who had been labeled a ‘troubled officer’ to travel to his new post. The USS Memorial was a battleship destined to be the new home of a rather blunt man. Well it would be if he ever made it there as the USS Independence was one of the least functional ships that Jordar had ever had the displeasure of flying. The plasma manifold was picky and only wanted to operate if the ship was rolled 4.323 degrees starboard each 26 minutes. The phasers were shot and the shields only would operate at an infuriating 49.993 percent because of course they couldn’t even operate at even 50 percent. The interior lighting would strobe at what seemed to be random intervals and the main console would just reboot almost on the hour meaning that each time he would have to re-enter his flight path and correct for any drift caused by the reboot.

It was during one of these reboot cycles that the shielding shrugged it’s shields and warp systems and figured that ‘hey! we should just turn off too’ when Jordar dropped out of warp into an ion storm that saw the unshielded ship and just smiled. As the bolts of electricity made their way from the storm itself to the unprotected ship conduits and panels sparked and exploded around Jordar as he sent out a distress message. “To any vessel that is built better than this sorry excuse of a lump of tritanium. This is Ensign Jordar of the USS Independence trying to make his way to the USS Memorial sending a distress call. Shields are down as is main power and of course Starfleet engineering had the great idea to give this little triangle of wonder a backup power system of.....right I don’t have a backup power supply. By my estimations I’ve got a few hours of air if nothing else explodes.....” At which point something did indeed explode and the transmission cut off abruptly.

Jordar, Sec

“Cmdr! We are receiving a distress call!” Karina turned to look at the officer at the comm station and nodded, “Thank you ensign, but no need to yell. Put it on the screen.”

“Audio only, Ma’am,” the NE replied and began to play it. Karina listened and thought quietly to herself, ‘Well if he has so little air he might shouldn’t waste it with extra words.’

“Can you get the signal back?” The comm officer shook her head. “No Ma’am. Whatever happened seems to have knocked out the shuttle’s comms. Or maybe it’s the Ion storm interfering.”

“Get that connection back ensign and let him know we are on our way.” Karina turned back around and addressed the helm, “Helm alter course to intercept. Lt. Robinson can you navigate Memorial through that Ion storm to his location, or is it too narrow? We need to get him out of there before the shuttle is blown apart by the storm. If you need a shuttle prepped I need to know.” (OOC: I shall leave this to you to show off your piloting skills however you see best)

“I’m good, but even Im not crazy enough to fly a shuttle in that. The Memorial is be better equipped to take an ion storm beating and I doubt the Captain would appreciate me getting the Angel blown to bits.” JT replied as his hands raced across the controls to plot a course and the best safe speed. he then engaged past the max safe speed knowing he and the ship could handle it. “Everybody hang on, this might get…bumpy”

=^=Bridge to Sickbay. Lt Grey prepare for casualties. We have a shuttle stuck in an Ion storm with no shields and no power. Prepare to accompany a shuttle should it become necessary. Enger Out.=^=

Then to the NE Yeoman passing by, “Inform the captain that we’ve received a distress call and changed course to go save our newest security officer.”
Lt Cmdr Enger, XO

=^=Sickbay will be ready=^= The slightly accented voice of the Chief Medical officer came over the com.

Dr. Grey - CMO

JT- Helm

Karina sat in the chair, braced slightly for any turbulence. “Tactical stand by the tractor beam to pull that shuttle into the shuttle bay.” =^=Enger to transporter room. It might be a long shot, but let’s be proactive. Do what you can to get a lock on that officer.=^=

=^=Transporter room here Cmdr. The ion storm is interfering but I’ll see what I can do to boost power to the primary energizing coil and tighten the annular confinement beam.=^=

Karina turned to the comm officer. “Where are we in getting that connection back?”

“Sorry Ma’am, I’m pretty sure the signal is reaching the shuttle, but without power, he won’t get it anyway,” the Comm NE reported.
Lt Cmdr Enger, XO

The explosion was a spike of electricity that had surged through the pattern buffer causing a cascade failure of the power grid within. Given the already rocky nature of the ship it didn’t take much for it to smoke out and explode. That explosion alone rocked the already damaged ship and created issues with coms specifically as well as gravity control. If there was going to be one thing that irritated Jordar more than a failing ship in an ion storm, it was going to be a failing ship in an ion storm without gravity.....

Jordar, Sec

The storm rocked Memorial as the electrical discharges gathered and surged around the ship. As they got closer, “On screen!” Karina stared at the wreckage, because that was all it was. Who in their right mind would take a shuttle into an Ion storm? Why not go around it. “Scans?”

“One life sign sir, I’m getting telemetry now. The plasma manifold was only operating if the ship was rolled 4.323 degrees starboard each 26 minutes. The phasers are gone and the shields were only at 49.993 percent but they are gone now. Readings also show the electrical was shot and the system keeps rebooting and the navigation is off.” Well, Karina thought, that explains why the shuttle ended up in an ion storm. =^=Transporter room can you get him?=^= “Tactical can you get a tractor beam?” Tactical tried but the storm prevented getting a solid lock.

As Karina watched another charge from the storm hit the shuttle again. “Sir, the shuttle is starting to come apart.”

“Mr. Robinson get us as close to the shuttle as possible and as soon as we have him get us out of here.” =^=Transporter room, it’s now or never. His shuttle isn’t going to make it. Medical team to Transporter room 1=^= Karina waited, sitting in the center chair, looking calm and composed, but the idea of loosing an officer deeply bothered her.
Lt Cmdr Enger, XO

Jordar’s matter slowly disappeared around him and swirled into that wonderfully blue haze rendering his body ‘gone’. The shuttle, a useless pile of disappointment if there ever was one, didn’t so much as explode or fantastically tear itself apart as it sadly crumpled and just gently drifted apart. As seen on the viewscreen the bridge crew might feel an overwhelming sense of indifference as one might view a rocky moon with no interesting features.

Jordar materialized in Trasnporter room 1 and blinked a couple of times, “Is that what I get to expect from this ship? Are you all a bunch of ‘in the nick of time’ officers looking for glory? I’ve got as much need for that as I need a piece of bulkhead collapsing on top of me.” Jordar let out a brief exhale before trying to step off of the pad before his mind went blank and he crumpled onto the floor.

Jordar, Sec


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