Posted Jan. 2, 2023, 6:09 p.m. by Ensign Kovan ch'Sirhc (Engineering & Communications Officer) (Abigail G)
((OOC: Set prior to current main sim. Players may determine how their characters are affected by plot elements. All npc crewmen (of all genders and sexuality) are 100% affected by plot elements and should be played accordingly in scenes. Aside from this opening post there is no set plot for this side sim and players are encouraged to play along with or change the plot as they see fit.))
Five minutes into the start of beta shift, just as everyone settled into their warm seats, the Sentinel plucked a distress signal from the void. Kovan, the comms officer this shift, examined the signal for a moment, then turned in his seat, “Commander, there is a distress beacon mark two-five-point-six and ten light-years from our current location. It’s a general distress signal being transmitted across ten common frequencies.” All in all a rather simple signal. Practically commercial with how mundane it was. Definitely not Starfleet. Perhaps something more local? “No audio, but the beacon is transmitting the location loud and clear.” Kovan paused to do the calculations in his head, it wouldn’t be a huge detour to go and check it out, “Shall I send coordinates to helm?”
Kovan waited for approval from the XO before translating the signal into text their computers could understand then sent that text to helm with a press of a button. Helm acknowledge the transfer and gave their estimated time of arrival. Not too far off from what Kovan predicted in his head. The ship shuddered as she put on a burst of spread and gently drifted onto her new course. “I’ll alert medical,” Kovan said for want of something to do. There really wasn’t any more to the signal. With a couple more presses Kovan sent his voice into sickbay =^=Bridge to sickbay. Medical team standby. Ship en route to distress beacon, possible emergency. Unsure of the situation. Will update as we learn more. Bridge out.=^=
Then it was a waiting game. The bridge quiet as the Sentinel traveled, everyone tense, waiting until the distressed ship came within sensor range.
En Veera Harvey at the science station spoke next. Data from low-resolution scans were now available, “Single vessel, small, maybe no more than five decks. No dilithium warp propulsion system. Max warp speed estimated to be warp 2 and doubtful it could maintain that for long. No weapon systems. Little to no power. The ship is likely a transport vessel, designed to move people short distances.” She hummed, thinking, “There are two possible class M planets in this system that could be the origin of this ship but traveling to either of them would add days of travel time. Hopefully the survivors will be able to tell us where they hail from.”
“If someone is alive to tell us,” Kovan said bluntly. The officer to his right shoot him a look but Kovan played it no mind. Was it a crime to acknowledge that there may be no one to save? Though, Kovan’s remark did seem to bring the spirits of the bridge crew down. If people were tense before, they were downright nervous now. No one liked the idea of being unable to help. To arrive only to find that they were too late. Many weren’t even considering that possibility until Kovan spoke up.
At two light-years away from the beacon En Harvey spoke again, “Ship now in high-resolution range. One vessel, four decks. All systems down except for life support and communications. There’s a life-signal! It’s weak but it’s there. Humanoid with injuries along shoulders and back and heart beat is weak. Shall I ready a transport beam?” She looked to Kovan who relayed everything to medical.
=^=Bridge to medical team. One humanoid onboard the ship. In weak condition. Head to Transport Room 2 to receive. Bridge out.=^=
The bridge crew were sitting on the edge of their seats. Someone was alive on that ship and they could save them. The Sentinel glided to a stop some several thousand feet away from the simple transport vessel. The XO gave the command and the sole survivor was broken down in molecules by a beam of light. En Harvey confirmed successful transport.
Ensign ch’Sirch COMMO/ENGR
x - x - x - x Transport Room 2 x - x - x - x
A bean of light lit up one of the transport pads, then lovingly stitched together a beautiful female-presenting humanoid. Her skin like golden honey, hair as dark and as full of luster as raven feathers in the light and adorned with dark blue cloth with gold bead accents and black lace. She lay prone upon the floor, breathing by the shallow rise of her chest. Though no one could see it, there were long, shallow gashes trailing from her shoulders to her lower back. The injuries revealed burnt orange flesh that did not bleed. The injured flesh didn’t seem to show any signs having blood at all, though tricorder scans would suggest that have blood as many humanoids did.
Abigail G
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