Main Sim [Engineering]: Seeking Prometheus

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Hands flying across the console, Caelian pulled up the ship’s diagnostics and frowned at the systems flashing their panic at him. “It… looks like there was an EPS overload in one of the gelpack junctions. Must have happened when the bridge ordered the switch-over to auxiliary systems. Check the maintenance log for me, yeah?”

“It looks like Ensign Fairweather was supposed to be monitoring that junction,” Brown noted. “Computer shows him in Sickbay. Maybe something happened?”

Caelian could only nod. “All right, well, let’s get repair teams dispatched to those areas. Coordinate with the duty officer, try to focus putting members who live on those decks out first. That way, they can at least go home when they’re done assessing the problems. The rest will just have to bunk up, I guess. Once we know what we’re dealing with, we’ll notify the captain. Maybe by then, the chief will have gotten himself loose.”

Silence greeted him as he continued to pour over the information coming in from across the ship. What was going on? Finally he looked up, found Brown starting at him with a wistful expression.


Brown coughed a laugh, then shook his head apologetically. “Maybe you weren’t blowing smoke after all.”
—Caelian Weir, Engineer—

The doors hissed open as a science officer with lieutenants pips made their way in, casting his gaze about. “Lieutenant Woods,” he said, making the introductions, in case nobody had read his file or gotten to know who he was a little in the last year or so he’d been aboard. Which, with a thousand people aboard, most just stuck tot heir own ‘tribe’ of around 150-ish people. So not unexpected. “I’m engineering certified. Captain Rende is a bit concerned about things down here.” While Rende hadn’t said it directly, it was implied, and if their computer went down, then the major functions of the ship ground to a halt. Getting them taken care of was mission-critical.

“What’s our situation with the main computer?” The computer was an isolinear core but the almost five hundred gel packs around the ship could be vulnerable, and compromised as well.

Lt Woods, CSO/aXO

“The computer is fine, if a bit slow,” Caelian replied, looking up from his workstation. Somehow he managed to look both anxious and relieved at Woods’ uniform. “We’re on auxiliary systems now, which means we don’t have the processing power that we’re used to. Nothing she can’t handle, sir, just going to take her a bit longer than normal to chew on your problems and spit out an answer.”

Brown coughed, stepping around the engineer. “Speaking if problems, please tell us you have the data about these—what did the captain say, lights?—things that we’re supposed to contain. We had a bit of a problem during the system switch-over and the chief’s, uh, indisposed—”

“Behind a bulkhead,” Caelian muttered.

“—at the moment, so we’re kind of flying blind here, sir.” Ensign Brown picked up a PaDD and tapped furiously for a moment before offering it to Woods. “One of our techs ran afoul of an angry gelpack and it gave him a nasty nip before cascading into several nearby systems. He’s down in Sickbay. Here is a list of the disruptions, sir.”

“We’ve already put out some repair teams to try to get things under wraps, but as we haven’t put eyes on any of the malfunctioning systems there’s no estimate on when they’ll be back up.” Caelian scrubbed a hand through his hair, frowning. “Thankfully, there’s nothing really worrisome on that list. Just a lot of inconveniences that we’ll have to work around. Think they’ll lift the containment protocols soon, sir? Those are going to hamper things.”

Brown offered a playful smirk. “Unless you like gagh. Or Starfleet field rations in zero-gee.”
—Caelian Weir, Engineer—

“Let’s evacuate all non-essential personnel from the high gravity areas. It might not seem like much but prolonged time in that much gravity can start to break down the body,” Markus said. “A small medical team goes with them to scan and clear. Anybody that’s showing abnormalities I want triaged and quarantined until we can clear them. As much as for them as for everybody else unaffected.”

Ensign Brown nodded and moved off, leaving Caelian to the central display and the image of the alien ship. The young engineer paused his study long enough to check in on the damage control teams—all working to repair the malfunctions as best they could—before poking at the console in thought.

“I have one of my computer science specialists on the way to come check out the gelpack systems. See if we can’t get those sorted out since the isolinear systems are fine.”

He could feel the distress up in Sickbay. It had spiked in intensity, and he could feel a mixture of grief and anguish, a sense of duty. Determination. The doctor, he could almost see her face, that he’d ran into on the shuttle bay. Something happened to her. But she was physical still with them. But she mourned. Did they lose a crew member? He couldn’t worry about that just this moment. There were other matters to deal with.

Moving to one of the displays he began pulling up the interlinked feeds from the labs and sickbay, checking on the computer’s analysis and searches he’d set in motion. “Lets see if I can get us some more light,” he said to the engineers. And then a new feed began relaying from sickbay, showing the various scans that Fayth was pulling up, including her own. The comparative analysis showed the elevated and similar patterns, as well as Kohr being down for the count. He wasn’t a neurologist, or even a medical doctor, but he grasped the basics of biology and neurology. He had to for his field. Especially where thought and observation interacted with the realities of quantum mechanics.

Forgetting where he was for a moment he simply seemed to stare a hole in the displays. Anyone who saw his face would see his eyes rapidly moving back and forth, seeing things that others weren’t. Like imagining or seeing equations around him, doing complicated math in his head. Mentally he examined the information they had, the puzzle pieces. They had lots of data points. Collating data until they had enough. There was enough clay now to build bricks, to start building a foundation of understanding.

A troubled expression crossed his face, and he began to grow more grave. Pulling out a stylus he grabbed a large display PADD and began writing on it, by hand, mind mapping the information at hand into clusters, all surrounding the concept of the derelict, Hab’rabi, the lights, the odd behaviors, the malfuncitons, all of it.

=^=Woods to Captain Rende.=^=

Lt Woods, CSO/aXO

The amount of information gathered by the Viking and her crew, as well as the data dump offered by the alien ship, amounted to an incredible amount of data that even the computer was having a problem organizing into succinct chunks for Woods to process. While his Starfleet training would allow him to paint a picture in his mind, the strokes were quite broad and somewhat subjective. Perhaps it was a task that would ultimately require a meshing of experienced minds, a blending of fields. The biggest problem that Woods would face would be that of the malfunctions: even the computer agreed that the plight of their systems was a result of an accident, an unfortunate incident that resulted in the loss of control across several systems. It occurred to him that a closer inspection might be in order—visiting the scene of the crime, as it were.

The present theory involving both the strange lights and the crew’s odd behavior wobbled precariously between influence and possession. The computer seemed almost pleased to inform Woods that information was still coming in from, and being processed by, Sickbay. The fact that not one, but two motes emerged from Commander Kohr’s body intrigued him, and the snapshot scan of the first mote Lieutenant Fayth managed to capture tugged at his attention. The pattern seemed hauntingly familiar somehow, but with the barrage of information and sensation coupled with the task at hand he couldn’t pluck the answer from the air.

The information on Hab’rabi was almost infuriatingly unhelpful: by all accounts he was a humanoid in perfect health—despite having been shot repeatedly by a phaser at close range, of course—and who possessed strength and stamina in measures that would make a Klingon jealous, as well as psychic abilities on par with a well-trained Betazoid. His brain scans were inconclusive by virtue of their very nature, a Gordian knot of impulses and pathways that gave Woods’ logical mind fits were he to attempt to trace them!

The alien ship was perhaps the least vexing piece of the puzzle, but only because of the limited information currently available to the Viking. Due to a leak in the ship’s warp core, radiation obscured the attempts at a detailed scan of the derelict. The crew had a general idea of the vessel’s interior—making it safe for excursions via transporter at the very least—but nothing concrete beyond that. Given the account of its travels offered by Hab’rabi before his unfortunate run-in with Ensign Sacco, the vessel fared admirably across an impossible gulf of space; she bears both hull and internal damage that could be attributed to the wear and tear of travel long-term in deep space. The way Ensign Weir is focused on her layout, however, niggles at Woods like a splinter in his thoughts.

With only a slight pause the captain’s voice came back over the comms. =/\=Rende here Lt. Go ahead.=/\=

Rende, CO

=^=I’ve got an update for you, but I need to have a word in person if at all possible for part of it, Captain.=^= Screen to screen might be good enough, but this would be better in person and might take some time to relay. His tone was a mixture of tension, some relief, and other things that didn’t quite translate over voice comms. =^=I’m having the high gravity areas of the ship evacuated of all non-essential personnel for now. High gravity doesn’t seem like much, but it can rack up injuries quick. Especially if people had more than twenty percent their body weight on them to begin with.=^= Carrying heavy stuff, a heavy pack or tool kit, things like that.

=^=Isolinear systems are fine. Gelpacks are still having issues, but I have one of our computer specialists on the way to get a handle on that and see if we can’t get that sorted quickly. The rest… should be in person, ma’am.=^=

Lt Woods, CSO/aXO

=/\=I will be there as quickly as I can get through the check points.=/\=

It took about 15 minutes longer than normal for Rende to take a lift from deck 25 up to main engineering. She suffered through the checks just like everyone else. Especially because it was her. Kohr was right of course when he said the risk to her was high and the amount of damage she could cause. But he was out of the count now, so here she was. She approached the group, spotted Woods and walked over. “Alright Lt. let’s talk.”

Rende, CO

[OOC: I tried to hit the highlights, but if I missed any particular subject let me know. It was a lot to cover and I didn’t want to overwhelm.]

Rende was looking over the data that Woods had pulled up. The first thing she was interested in was the medical scans of the crew. They all seemed to be okay despite what ever had happened to them. Except for Kohr. She wasn’t a doctor but it seemed that he would be okay, but it would take time. Hab’rabi was an unknown though. If he was Betazoid she’d say he would cover all on his own. The Betazoid people had remarkably resilient brains and healed from most trauma. That brought her eye to the scans of the young doctor - the one who knew her son. Apparently she’d had an encounter with a mote as well. Her scans seemed different but Rende wasn’t sure what that meant. The last report she went over was Fairweather. She read over his report and then reread it. “Woods, it seems Fairweather was injured, had one of these ‘episodes’ while he was working on switching us off the biogel packs. The same one that has caused the malfunction. Didn’t initial scans indicate these things worked like our gelpacks? That’s why Kohr switched us off of them.” Rende wasn’t an engineer. No where close, but after centuries with Eldorin she knew how to spot a problem, or at least narrow down the most critical thing to check. Even if she didn’t know what to look for or how to fix it. “We need to get someone to do a thorough diagnostic of the gelpacks that went haywire.”

The sound of the Captain’s voice, along with the CSO’s a moment before, made Kristi come out of the Chief’s office. “Ma’am,” she nodded to the CO. “Sir,” her response likewise to the Lieutenant. “The gel pack cascade is along one circuitous route that doesn’t intersect with anything vital. As long as it doesn’t work it’s way back through the damaged pack towards the main junction three packs prior, we should be fine. I can get the team to the junction if I have your permission to break quarantine from Engineering. No one here has been affected, that I’m aware of.” She glanced around suddenly wondering how she’s know. Glancing back at the two, she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. “And I’d like to volunteer to retrieve the Chief. It seems he is stuck between bulkhead sections. I believe I would go and get him back here, safely, by myself. That way minimal people are breaking the quarantines. We could work on the Cascade failure instead of coming right back if you’re worried about us getting infected out there.” There was a small edge of anxiousness to her voice and, if she was aware of the woman’s habits, Rende would sense a bit of a sting of tension that wasn’t usual for the engineer. That made her think. “I wonder if a stun setting on a phaser would affect the spheres. I mean, if they are energy, wouldn’t a different phase of energy affect them? Perhaps a short stun burst in a corridor in front of me would be a way to ‘clear a path’ between the containment barriers.” She was half thinking out loud as she rambled, when looked back up at the Captain with a bit of color on her cheeks. “Sorry, Ma’am. I tend to ramble when thinking too hard.” She bit her lip to keep from doing that even more.

The last Viking, the haunted one, had nearly taken the last Chief on at least a half dozen occasions. The idea of this Chief being stuck in the walls was a bit of a frightful flashback. She knew this ship was simply that, a ship. And after nearly a month of double checking the ship rosters to be sure everyone was accounted for, she had stopped worrying about people being swallowed up. But it still haunted her dreams. She couldn’t imagine how Kalika felt, having actually been one of the folks to suffer being disappeared then reappeared on the ship. Shaking her head, she focused once more on the Captain to see what her orders would be.

((OOC note… the CE has given his permission for his ‘predicament’. Just fyi))

Rende chuckled, “He’s fine ensign. I’ve talked to him. He is currently enjoying crawling around the jefferies tubes and figuring out the puzzle of how he got trapped. He’s got his tool kit, he’ll be fine. He’ll even fix anything he finds along the way. If he gets into trouble I’ll be the first to know. However, since you seem to have an idea of what is going on with the gelpacks, I want you to take the team and get them fixed. I don’t want this surge to spread anywhere else. I also want to know exactly how the damage happened. We aren’t lifting the quarantine protocols, but get the work order set up and I’ll sign off on it. You’ll have to pass through the check points, but you’ll be able to reach where you want to go.”

After Kristi left with her team, Rende turned to Woods, “Alright, teach me something.”

Rende, CO

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