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MAIN SIM - When One Door Closes - Bridge

Posted Dec. 26, 2020, 6:26 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson (Chief Intelligence Officer) (Hjortur Ingi)

Posted by Commander Michelle Allen (Acting Captain) in MAIN SIM - When One Door Closes - Bridge

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in MAIN SIM - When One Door Closes - Bridge

Posted by Ensign Kristiana O’Larria (Engineer) in MAIN SIM - When One Door Closes - Bridge
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Coming out of the ready room, Lt. Sharvi responded, looking to the new captain. “I don’t know how briefed you have been before Captain Ravenfall disappeared but, she is supposed to have two more days before she is supposed to return to duty, but honestly, given the circumstances, she’s the best thing we got for a pilot of who is left on this bridge at the moment, and not in a command position, I’d let her stay there, and unless there becomes a more major medical case, I’ll stay with her, to make sure.” The Klingon Chief Medical Officer went and stood by Lt. Darz as he was still talking. He not only wanted to stay by her in case she needed medical attention, but also so he knew she was safe from whatever was happening. He didn’t want to lose her a second time.
Lt. Sharvi, CMO

“Very well,” Michelle said flatly. This was a situation that one could never be truly prepared for.

Avarak walked onto the bridge. “I assume that we are caught in the middle of some anomaly? That is the most likely reason why half of the individuals in the mess hall suddenly disappeared.”

Lt. Avarak (CNS)

“Sensors are offline so I have no idea what is out there,” Michelle said. The lights on the Bridge continued to flicker.

The Turbolift doors opened and the hulking figure of the Viking’s Intelligence officer appeared out of the darkened lift, in his right hand he held a phaser and his left a curved dagger. Just moments ago he’d been running across a Borg infested deck 8 before it all just disappeared leaving no trace of the vicious cyborg technology or his deceased father. He had made his way immediately to the Bridge. He holstered the phaser on his belt and the knife disappeared somewhere near his lower back under his jacket. He took a moment to assess the situation, Darz on the HelmConsole, Avarak was a recent arrival, the first officer in the Command chair. His thoughts immediately jumped to the Captain but it faded when he saw no one at Ops. He ran past the counsellor and sat at the Ops panel and checked the status of the ship.

CIO

(OOC: Lt. Darz is at the helm, not security)
Rusty

OOC:SOrry I completely misread that. Editing post

The other lift doors opened as the stoic figure of Markus Woods made his way in. He nodded to the CIO and made his way over to the bridge science station. He could only do so much from the labs. Here he had better access and analysis tools for the ship’s internal and external sensors for any immediate threat. Taking his station calmly he began running scans. The problem of people disappearing and things shifting had been on his mind since he’d boarded. There had to be an explanation that he just hadn’t come to yet. The thing that came to mind was some measure of chronometric drift. Or some kind of multi-dimensional shifting going on. But with the computer being largely garbage, he’d never gotten anywhere conclusive.

His fingers flew over the controls as he began running scans for chronometric particles as well as quantum signature fluctuations, trying to see if any of the other known universes or parallel realities were leaking through into theirs and vice versa.

Lt Woods, CSO

Sensors were offline, but suddenly appeared to be operational for a moment. The readings were all over the place. 41% of the crew were no longer on board. 26% of the ship itself was also gone. Not destroyed or damaged, just gone. The readings coming from space were full of random energies and anomalous readings. There wasn’t any evidence of chronometric particles or quantum signatures.

-Michelle Allen, aCO

((assuming CIO took Ops seat next to Kalika at Helm))

Kalika kept her smile to herself as she heard Tath’s recommendation and felt him settle behind her back. She was still shaky from watching the Captain blink out of existence. She just prayed the woman landed someplace better than she had.

As Sigmundsson took the Ops seat next to Kalika, she smiled. “Thanks. My arms can’t reach that far.” She nodded and smiled before calling back over her shoulder and shaking her head. “I can’t see what’s affecting us, Captain, but I recommend rotating shield harmonics to hopefully stop whatever is beaming or disappearing folks from the ship. We are less than fifty percent occupancy right now. I don’t know who the ‘non personnel’ are. But my guess is they aren’t Star Fleet replacements.”

She hadn’t seen the knife on the CIO and hadn’t known him before she had left. She did see the phaser before he settled in the seat and nodded at it, speaking just between them. “Hope you know how to use that. Last time folks started disappearing, that I recall, the ones who showed up weren’t interested in any of us surviving. I’m Kalika, by the way.” She guessed, once he heard her name, that he would know she was the recently ‘reappeared’ crew man that had shown up a couple weeks prior.

Kalika
Security
(ummm on duty? hehehe)

Peter nodded at her previous question quite gravely. He turned to face her at her introduction “I remember you, used to have my old job. I was glad to hear of your return” He gave her a brief smile.

Suddenly the shields were already resonating with the varied harmonics Kalika had recommended. Suddenly a panicked voice came over the comms.

=^=Engineering to bridge. Please… is anyone left up there?=^= Kristi’s voice on the comms was clear, but it was obvious she was upset and trying her best to keep it dampened down. =^=Bridge… please answer…=^= She was panicking but keeping it barely under control as her second hail came before anyone could answer the first.

Ensign Kristi O’Larria
Engineer

Peter looked back at the Captain when the comm signal appeared. At least some of the Engineering crew was left. He turned his attention back to the ops panel to see how much they could operate, shields, weapons, engines and anything else he could think of.

CIO

Before anyone could respond, the entire left side of the Bridge simply disappeared. Consoles, bulkheads, even the NE who was seated at the Engineering station. There was nothing between them and the emptiness of space. However it didn’t appear that there were emergency forcefields in place. Where there once was a door to the conference room now was a gaping hole, half of the conference table was gone.

“I need answers people!” Michelle called out. “I don’t intend on disappearing or ceasing to exist or whatever is happening here.” She looked around at the Bridge Officers. “Unless someone can give me a viable explanation or form a plan to stop whatever is happening…” She paused. “I’m prepared to order the crew to abandon ship.”

Looking over at Peter. “Send a distress call. The shuttle that brought me here from the USS Pennington might still be in comms range.” Then to the CSO. “Find us a safe place to rendezvous if we need to abandon ship.”

She would give the situation a few more moments, but then she was prepared to make the tough call. She knew the history of this ship and its supposed supernatural elements. While she didn’t necessarily believe in such things, there was no denying that whatever was happening was something that she couldn’t explain. But one thing was certain, she did not come here to die.

-Commander Michelle Allen, aCO

Peter nodded and went to work without a word. He sent out the general distress signal and encoded a message =^=This is the USS Viking, we require immediate aid, the ship is losing integrity and sections fast. We may be forced to abandon ship=^= He set the message on a continual loop. When he sent the message out he noticed an outgoing message. An encrypted message originating somewhere from the lower decks.

He looked at the encryption and after a moment let out a low growl under his breath “Grimshaw” He turned back to the first officer, he didn’t know her and wasn’t sure if she could be trusted. He had only recently known she was coming aboard and hadn’t had time to do a deep dive, all he knew is that she was a former Intelligence officer who joined the service after he left the first time. After only a second of deliberation he spoke up “Commander Allen, someone just sent an encrypted message from the lower decks, I can’t read it. Permission to go find whoever sent it. On the way back I can prepare our Armadillo class shuttle for takeoff, if we do abandon ship it will be in our best interests to have a warp-capable shuttle at the ready.”

CIO


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