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Posted Oct. 5, 2019, 2:30 a.m. by Ensign Sorra Narssu (Engineer) (Shalon Hurlbert)

Posted by Gamemaster Nosferatu (GM) in Shuttle Bay

Posted by Lieutenant Teller Graham (Chief Science Officer) in Shuttle Bay

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Jarred Alindor (Chief Engineer) in Shuttle Bay
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It probably would have been most prudent to be wearing an EV suit, but Graham hated them and it was difficult to do scientific things with them on. He clipped a radiation badge to his uniform, that would turn from white to black as the radiation exposure increase. Black usually meant you absorbed enough of it to be fatal. He would know enough to get out of there before that happened, hopefully.

Grahan walked into the bay with a science kit and his tricorder. Sometimes nothing was more effective than point blank scanning.

Grham CSO

OOC: Just to let you know, nothing has been done to ‘air’ out the radiation that irradiated the bay before the forcefield became more efficient so concentrations are still very high.

Krys

IC:
Due to the still high levels of radiation in the bay within a few minutes of being in it Graham felt a great sense of anxiety and agitation due to the increase of adrenaline in his system. His hands would be shaky, heart rate and breathing increased. It would also effect his ability to think making logical thinking difficult. His badge would also show it darkening to a grey color.

GM Nosferatu

OOC: We didn’t air it out? Or is this the probe continuing to radiate radiation.

OOC: The probe’s radiation is being contained by the forcefield but radiation levels are still high in the bay due to nothing having been done to try to dissipate it faster before you entered.

GM Nosferatu

Teller did a quick turn around. Well like it or not he would have to get in an Environmental Suit. Worse still he had picked up a few hundred rads, so he’d have to spend a few hours in the sick bay. Although there were compensations to seeing the doctor.

After suiting up, he returned to the shuttle bay to make his point blank scans… slower now that the suit was hindering his movements.

CSO

Cori arrived shortly after along with the quirky scientist and a tricorder in hand. Her emitter was stable, but she’d mointor it constantly for any changes. At the first sign it might go on the frtiz, she was out of there. “So, interesting first day back in the labs,” she said with a slight smirk. “I’ll stay as long as I can. If my mobile emitter has issues, I’ll have to leave and get to Sickbay, but otherwise I’m good to help. Any idea on what to do with this thing?” she said, eyeing the probe that was causing them so much trouble.

~Corinne Dalton, Scientist and Ship’s Avatar

The tricorder was taking its time reading the probe. While the schematics of the probe came up readily showing it was a typical probe, the tricorder seemed to be having trouble classifying the radiation. While it was continuing to attempt it’s classification the tricorder beeped to indicate that a small amount of data had been downloaded to the probe.

GM Nosferatu

OOC: To the probe?

“What the?” Teller shook the tricorder once. The probe was reversing the scanning wave… He pressed some keys attempting to figure out what the probe had stolen.

OOC: Hmm I think you’ve misunderstood. The small bit of data is already in the probe, it was there already when you picked it up.

GM Nosferatu

Outside Shuttle Bay

“Hurry up Sorra, we don’t have time get the suit on!” Jarred ordered his head pounding, they needed in but they also needed the radiation suits before they did. He was already feeling concerned as it was, his mother informed him she was watching his daughter and they were in a secure part but that didn’t mean much. Jarred has his suit finished as he had the tricorder out in one hand grasping the Engineering Kit in the other as he began taking deeper breaths. This shouldn’t be so nerve wracking but radiation was the one thing you couldn’t predict as well as other disasters. It was quiet silent and deadly, and this one seemed to be messing with them in ways he couldn’t predict as time had gone on.

Alindor, CE

graham

Sorra jogged up next to the Commander and took a radiation suit from one of the open lockers in the vestibule. He began to hurriedly don the suit as he spoke. “Commander, I isolated the frequency and wavelength of the probe’s radiation emissions. If we reset the shielding to counter it, we might be able to spend more time near it enough to work on it.” He slipped the Helmet over his head and jammed it down. He’d jerked it down too hard and the latching mechanism didn’t line up. With an exasperated hiss he shifted the helmet until he heard the latches click into place. He hustled over to Alindor and took the tool kit he’d brought for him.

Ens. Narssu, Engineering


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