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Main Sim - Bridge: A Mid-afternoon Anomaly.

Posted Aug. 12, 2020, 11:13 p.m. by Ensign Thollin bav Crirv (Engineer) (Jared Kurz)

Posted by Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist (Weaver of Webs) in Main Sim - Bridge: A Mid-afternoon Anomaly.

Posted by Commander R’han (Chief Tactical Officer) in Main Sim - Bridge: A Mid-afternoon Anomaly.

Posted by Commander Luka (Executive Officer) in Main Sim - Bridge: A Mid-afternoon Anomaly.
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== Alliance Warship Tocsin ==
The shields on the Galor-class flashed and spluttered as the Athena’s phasers burned through, charring the hull around the port impulse engine. On the bridge the ship shuddered violently and sparks rained down as a conduit overloaded. In the Captain’s chair was a Klingon, whose right arm was laced with shrapnel. Bright pink blood was visible through the jagged rips in his sleeve. A Tellarite woman wearing tight black leather was tending to his injuries. Another shudder was followed by a scream as a console exploded, sending a Cardassian flying through the air. Another Tellarite, a young male, jumped up to take the Cardassian’s place at the smoking engineering station. One look at the man told Thollin he was now the ship’s chief engineer. Fortunately the damage to the console looked worse than it was. Only a status panel had blown out and not the main board.
“Aft shields are down to twenty percent!” Thollin shouted as he surveyed the damage.
“Don’t shout at me you miserable swine! Reroute all shield power to the aft quarter!” The Captain shouted back. Then he hollered in agony as the Tellarite woman twisted her instrument in the wound in his shoulder. He looked at her with blazing eyes.
“Don’t talk to my son like that,” she said. He smiled at her lewdly.
“I will kill you son if we don’t get to that planet,” he replied.
“You won’t have to worry about killing me if we don’t get out of range of that ship!” Thollin said smugly.
“Then get me more speed!” The Captain replied as he banged his left fist on the arm of his chair. Thollin banged his fists on the engineering console and then spat on it.
“The relays have been severed! I can’t transfer more power to the engines from up here, I’ll need to get to engineering.” He was about to leave when he got an idea. “But, I can give you power for the aft disruptor cannon.”
“Do it!” The Captain replied. “Then we’ll make them bleed just as they have made us!” Thollin rerouted the remaining auxiliary power to the aft cannon.
“Done!” He said triumphantly.
“Target the pursuing ship and fire at will!” The Captain roared to his weapons officer. Thollin cast a quick look at his mother, who was still fawning over the disgusting Klingon, then he stormed off the bridge. With luck the ship would hold together long enough for him to get to his engine room and save all of their skins.

–Mirror Thollin, Acting CE

OOC: Awesome! Welcome to the fray, Jared. lol ~Linds

OOC Nicely done, Jared, You’d be in on their plans in your current position so I’ll share that their plans are to use the ship to destroy the Mirror Orb by ramming the dais where it is housed on the planet below :-) Ian

OOC: Thank you! I can roll with that.

It was at that point that Orvos pushed the engines forward, firing a solvo of torpedoes, destined to strike the ship entering the atmosphere. He waited, watching for them to hit their target.

-Lt. Orvos Legen, CE

== Alliance Warship Tocsin ==

With all power diverted to the aft shields the Athena’s phasers were no longer burning through. Further complicating matters the Tocsin’s aft cannon opened fire, unleashing a withering barrage of spiralling bolts of energy. This pursuit had just become much more complicated. But then four shimmering points of light grew ever closer to the Tocsin’s hull. They were approaching obliquely from off the port bow, where no shields stood between them and their target. The first torpedo struck on the fin above the rear disruptor cannon, shearing it off cleanly. The second struck along the lateral sensor array, tearing a jagged hole into the side of the ship and venting several compartments. The third blew open the cargo bay, sending dozens of cargo containers into the cold vacuum of space. The fourth hit the aft heat exchanger, triggering a massive secondary explosion as plasma running through the coolant loop ignited. The combined blast broke the Tocsin’s back, ripping her entire stern off…

Thollin rounded a corner and continued on his way to engineering. The ship’s intercom sounded the paging tone.
{{ Brace, }} the Captain’s voice said in an ice cold manner. ’Brace for wha-’ Thollin was thrown bodily into the wall beside him. Klaxons sounded. He had barely recovered when the deck lurched and he collapsed onto it in a heap. The deck jumped again as another powerful convulsion rocked the ship. The next moment he found himself in total darkness, feeling his stomach flop sickeningly as he became weightless. Then he felt the hairs on his neck rise as he fell. There was a bright flash and an agonizing wave of pain shot through him as he crashed into the unyielding surface of the deck again.
He lay still for several moments, struggling to breathe. The only sound he could hear was a sharp ringing in his ears. Blinking, he realized that he could see his hands in the faint glow of the emergency lights. His whole left side felt stiff and everything hurt. Pulling himself slowly to his feet, Thollin limped to the nearest control panel. The console was dark. He limped slowly to the next one, passing open hatches for the escape pods. The ship felt different… The deck wasn’t vibrating to the steady droning of the engines anymore. But he felt as if they were moving, sliding forward and to port.
He reached the console and braced himself against the bulkhead. The screen was flickering but the readout was operable. He had to key commands several times when he realised he could hear again. The world sounded muffled and far away, but each button was definitely beeping in response to his touch. The evacuation alarm was also sounding its steady, warbling tone. The console told him what he already knew. The Tocsin was crippled, and even now was spiralling downward toward its doom. Caught in the planet’s gravity it would enter the atmosphere shortly and burn up. The deck shuddered and a series of hollow blasts echoed and reverberated through the Tocsin’s tortured frame. ’Wait… That’s the-’ He slammed the comm panel.
“MOTHERRRRRR!” He shrieked as the command module separated from the stricken hulk of the ship. ’They were supposed to wait for me… That Klingon bastard!’ Thollin punched the console, smashing the glass surface and the bones in his fingers. He howled in pain and rage, then limped to the nearest escape pod and dragged himself in…

The Tocsin’s burning wreck corkscrewed toward the planet, spewing gases and accompanied by a field of shining debris. The impacts from the torpedoes had altered her heading sufficiently that any sections that survived their fiery reentry would crash harmlessly into the sea. Suddenly there were a series of flashes around the command module, which then separated from the rest of the ship. Explosive bolts threw it clear of the wreckage, and in moments the impulse engines along its stern glowed brightly. Accelerating rapidly it resumed its race toward the planet, its shields beginning to glow as it began to enter the atmosphere. The trajectory indicated it was heading precisely for the dais. This pursuit wasn’t over, and they were running out of time…

Mirror Tholin, Acting CE

Luka growled, her upper lip separating from her lower to show off her teeth. “Fire! Stop them!!”

Luka, XO

R’han switched targets smoothly… he opened up with phasers first as they they were the fastest from targeting to impact… but he armed and launched the quantum torpedoes with his other hand. “Firing....”

R’han

Barclay was muttering sulphurously under his breath. “Aim carefully, we’ve got to atomize that thing or any of the pieces could take out the orb and kill people on the surface.

Flying in from the side Enterprise and Excalibur were racing against the clock to try to get a viable angle to fire.

Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist

Thollin touched the flashing red indicator and was pressed down into his seat as the escape pod launched. The thrusters immediately went crazy, firing madly as the pod’s computer tried to navigate through the Tocsin’s debris field. The pod shuddered and shimmied, and Thollin could hear objects rattling along the hull. He didn’t care. Working the controls with one hand he brought the pod’s sensors to bear on the Tocsin’s command module.

It’s shields were straining against the friction of re-entry, but they were holding. Suddenly a phaser beam crashed into the rear shields, which glowed brightly as they tried to deflect the energy. The combined strain of the high-speed atmospheric interface and the phaser barrage proved too much for the shields to handle. They began to weaken, visibly appearing dimmer as the seconds passed agonizingly slowly. As the shields winked out the hull began to glow brightly. Pieces of plating began to shed as the command module burned. Finally the hull succumbed to the stress, breaking apart into several pieces which each trailed a streamer of fire behind them. A series of torpedoes raced into the field, spreading out and striking the largest pieces of wreckage. They exploded in brilliant flashes of blue, sending clouds of flaming debris in all directions like fireworks.

Through his tears Thollin used the sensors to trace the origin of the weapons, zooming in on the vessel responsible for his mother’s death. The computer enhanced the image and Thollin stared intently at the display. ‘U.S.S Athena, NCC-17819-E.’ The escape pod entered the planet’s atmosphere and the pod’s sensors slowly lost contact with the Athena due to the increasing interference. But Thollin would never forget the sight. And he would never forgive…

Mirror Thollin, Acting CE


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