Posted Aug. 24, 2020, 1:46 p.m. by Major Krin "Hannibal" Lardel (Commander Air Group (CAG)) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Captain Freja Andreassen (Commanding Officer) in Interrim Sim - Bridge
Posted by Lieutenant Jean Hugo (CNS/Chief of Security) in Interrim Sim - Bridge
“Interesting,” Freja murmured, at least the alarm bells were not ringing in her head for the moment, some Captains liked to find new crewmembers rather than find seasoned individuals to run their ship. It wasn’t Freja’s style, she much preferred a mix, but for some that seemed to work well for them.
Hugo was a little surprised at Braxton’s query, “I’ve tried comm-ing through, the messaged transmitted and there are no faults with Communications, so either they heard it and chose not to respond or things are so hectic they didn’t hear it. We can try again or send an officer down to get their attention directly if that’s what it takes.”
Braxton pressing the Comms button =^=Bridge to Science respond=^=
-Lt. J. Hugo
Freja let her officers work while she considered her options, she wasn’t exactly pleased that her science department was basically MIA. Surely someone on this ship could locate at least one officer in the department who could help assist them in figuring out if her ship had just stumbled across some sort of anomaly that caused her to spin like a freaking top.
Meanwhile, she continued to examine the damage reports coming in so she could tell what she was working with. Hopefully her XO and helmsman were just overly cautious in the face of a rather precarious situation rather than actually needing to be concerned that one of their own was coming in to blow them out of the stars.
The fires were, thanks to venting, coming back under control. Initial estimations were that one impulse engine was toast, with another a potential write off. The area surrounding the explosion was heavily damaged. That, along with the general structural stresses that the ship had undertaken with the warrens of tunnels the marines had blown through decks and bulkheads made the ships’ systems and structural integrity skitchy.
As the minutes passed by the Markham drew closer and the damage control teams worked to bring things in line. Freja was passed an increasingly large list of damages to be looked at, and sickbay reporting more injuries along with the injuries list that had occurred during the initial incident involving the ship ‘meeting’ its match in the alt universe. Certainly fatalities were low; there were 7 confirmed crew missing, however, all in the proximity of the explosion.
“Looks like we’ll be crawling home, Captain.” Cadet Foster said, bringing the status of the impulse engines up on his console. “We have one impulse engine that’s damaged beyond repair, and another that will take days if not a week or two to repair.... but for now I’m counting it as another loss.”
Briefly looking at the reports coming in, Braxton had paused briefly with a worrisome saddened tone. “Sir, we have 7 crew members unaccounted for. If you’ll allow me, I’ll have a rescue team in minutes including myself and Lieutenant Hugo in hopes of finding them.” His crew’s safety on his first Command posting is always going to be on the forefront of his mind.
Lt. Cmdr. Harris, XO
Hugo looked back up from his terminal, he had sent a communique to one of his officers, NE Thompson, to get a message to the Chief Science Officer that she was needed on the Bridge. “I agree, Captain. We haven’t received any reports of unknown intruders, I think the priority now is getting a firm understanding of the Science behind this and securing the missing crewmembers.”
“I agree, assemble a team,” Freja nodded, “We need to figure out exactly what happened and why, so we can avoid another similar incident.”
The comms 8n the Caotain’s chair activated. =/\= Bridge. Flight deck, CAG speaking. We have a transport on standby and escort craft ready for launch. If anyone wants an outside visual, nows a good time. CAG out. =/\=
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