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Main Sim - Bridge

Posted June 8, 2020, 10:06 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Teller Graham (Chief Science Officer) (Luke Hung)

Posted by Lieutenant Ush’ast Rah-Triton (Security Officer) in Main Sim - Bridge

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Royal Sinclair (Chief of Security) in Main Sim - Bridge

Posted by Commander Daniel “DaVinci” Colter (Chief Intelligence Officer/ 2nd Officer) in Main Sim - Bridge

SNIP

At his console, DaVinci listened to the conversation as he watched the ship retrace her steps on his monitor. He called out distances as they got closer to the point they first felt the effects. “5000 kilometers (for lack of a more accurate number) and closing. . . .”

Colter (CIO)

Sha felt sheepish for not remembering that. Her mind was so jumbled with trying to help she wasn’t thinking straight. She took a deep breath and went back to her console, her monitor showing the ship in relationship to what they hoped would be the horizon to getting them out.

Sha
Security

“Let’s assume for the moment that the computer is all that is affected,” Dante stated as he began to pace back and forth. “If any crew have switched places, others should notice the change in behaviour but, so far we only have evidence of the computer. Lets trust our crew to be who they are until proven otherwise and solve the problem in front of us.”

Sha nodded. As she relaxed, just marginally, she reminded herself that as long as nothing went awry, they were fine.

The ship approached the mark the computer had set as their entry point, although in the ‘nothing’ around them that was maybe a best guess at most. There was simply no outside marker to measure distance, speed or anything else for that matter.

The Saracen passed the mark, and nothing happened. Dante sighed and turned to Colter, but as he was about to speak, all the consoles on the Bridge started flashing. The Terran symbol alternated with that of the Federation on every screen, rapidly changing back and forth and the lights on the Bridge dropped once again to emergency levels.

“Helm has locked out, we have no control of the ship!” The NE at the Helm station reported, his hands frantically moving over the surface and finding no response. All of the other stations would find that they were locked out of the computer one moment, had access the next and then lost access once again. The computer was struggling to respond to any input.

At the Tactical station, the Saracen suddenly began searching for targets for it’s weapons systems. The probes they had launched earlier appeared in the targeting systems.

A shower of sparks from the Engineering console alerted them to a sudden surge in power, as the ships computer switched rapidly between conflicting power overlays, some of which were never in the Saracen’s power scheme and seemed to come from, somewhere else.

Captain Knight, CO

As if in cue to her thoughts, the consoles went haywire. Her own gasp, followed by a growl made her head shake. “Nothing at Security, either, Captain. I can’t seem to keep it focused.” She was running her hands over her console and the one beside her to see if she could isolate the security system during the brief seconds she actually could see it. “AHhhhhhrrrr....” her deep rumbling growl a clear indicator to anyone who knew her that whoever did this was gonna pay dearly in the end.

Sha
Security

“I’ve have zero matter readings, zero power readings.” which was close to impossible.

Graham

Sinclair looked up and said “Captain. We should lock out the computer core. Until we figure out what in the Nine Hells is going on.”

Sinclair, CoS

As all hell broke loose, the Tactical console where DaVinci sat begin to take on a mind of it’s own. He waved the smoke away and felt the acrid smoke in his throat.

“Captain, targeting and weapons are active,” he coughed out. “Weapons are locked on the probes we sent out.”

His hands flew over the console trying regain control of the weapons system. His hands burned from the still sparking board. Pushing the pain away, he continued to try . . . .

Colter (CIO)

As she heard it, she tried to get a lock on the probes. If she could steer them clear of the firing solution....

Sha
Security

“The backup data core is isolated.” Graham checked just to be certain. “But the problem is, if this is a dimensional change - our computer is transitioning for one existence to another… Isolating it won’t help.”

Graham

Big hands grabbed Colter and he was lifted bodily over the chair and away from the console. “You’re no good to us electrocuted!” said the voice of the Security Chief a s he set the man on the deck. “Hands! Now!” and he broke open the med kit he had grabbed as he rushed to the man, and grabbed the burn gel and ripped the top off and began applying it.

Sinclair, CoS

Sha had an idea. Rather than getting ‘in’ to systems, she started trying to isolate them. Like a child’s game of “Catchit” she was drawing lines trying to separate needed and necessary functions from whatever was happening. She was talking to herself in low tones. “If I get engineering away first....” she tried to catch Engineering when it wasn’t flashing up on her screen as being accessed. If they could gain that footing… security was next.

Sha
Security

At first, as Colter felt someone pulling away from the console, he resisted. He needed to get control of the weapons. . . . Realizing it was Sinclair (one of the few people on the ship that could move him so easily), he stop struggling and let the COS apply the medication to his smoking fingertips. “Thanks,” was his simple reply.

Colter (CIO)

“Aye. Now be smart. Got it?” and he finished applying the burn gel and began to bandage to cover the worst of it.

Sinclair, CoS

Graham waited examining his sensors… eventually they would tell him something.

Graham


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