Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Peter Cross (Chief of Security) in Main Sim - 2nd Shuttle (att Team 2)

Posted by Ensign Byrnarterro Ch’riaqer (Science Officer) in Main Sim - 2nd Shuttle (att Team 2)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Torgh of the House of Konjah (Counsellor) in Main Sim - 2nd Shuttle (att Team 2)
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As the two nervous teenagers continued to stare at the floor, the shuttle gave an unusual shudder. Bucky quickly tapped the console in front of him to see what had caused it but the console didn’t respond. “Um…we might have a problem here…?” he announced to the team, wishing he’d had perhaps a few less beers on the trip over.

Mother Hen

“Good! A challenge for you to overcome!” Torgh replied. It was supposed to be an address of encouragement however it may have come out a tad enthusiastic. He welcomed the distraction. This whole adventure seemed more in line with chaos theory than anything real. Perhaps he was dreaming all this. Dreams rarely were more disjointed than this.

“What’s going on” the captain barked rising to his feet and walking over to the cockpit where he sat in the vacant co-pilot seat. “I’m gonna need a little information on what you are designating to be a problem,” he concluded by saying looking over to the plethora of senior officer that were scattered throughout the small craft.

Johnson, CO

Bucky shrugged his shoulders as he continued to jab at the lifeless panel. “Well all me twinkly lights have gone off Bruce and I’ve no idea what course we’re on…” he replied, in a somewhat panicked voice. He quickly crawled under the console and pulled the panel off to peer inside.

Twinkly lights. Was that a technical term? A panicking pilot. Where did they get this man from? Latinum Lane, the stretch were one could buy day laborers?

As he jiggled a few isolinear chips around, he noticed a small odd looking device wedged down the side of the panel. “Well that’s clearly in the way…” he muttered as he grabbed hold of it and started to pull it out. As he did so, a bright flash hit him square in the chest and threw him to the back of the shuttle and into the storage locker recently vacated by the troublesome teens.

Torgh watched the man fly. “Well you don’t see that every day” he got out before …

Gong’da saw the pilot fly back and picked up his medical bag and was running over to help him when he was thrown around the shuttle.

Moments later the shuttle pitched violently throwing anyone who wasn’t strapped in tumbling around the cabin as the inertial dampeners failed and they began plummeting towards the surface out of control.

Mother Hen

.. he was jerked in his seat, biting his lip in the process. Torgh relished the pain and used it to focus as he held on, blood seeping down his lips an running into his long goatee.
- Torgh

As the ship lurched, Byr held tightly to the chair as the shuttle started to go out of control. He wasn’t expecting this to happen, and in fact this helped pique his interest from the PaDD he had dropped from the lurching.

Ensign Byrnarterro Ch’riaqer, Science

Gong’da CMO

Of course the Nish’ma would be unaffected by the turbulence that was happening. That was part of their magic. His eyes tracked from Gong’da to the front. What had happened? An explosive? Or was the pilot simply expressing his beachcomber skills in relation to his dubious piloting skills? Still, they were better than his own. Torgh’s engineering and piloting capabilities were, if equated by size, was about equal to the Nish’ma. So he hung on; the thrill of the ride getting his excitement up as the danger and challenge came to the fore - at least in terms of the ride and hanging on. His eyes still darted between fore and aft taking in the people. How were ‘they’ handling it, besides the little demon. “Stimulating, isn’t it?” he said to Byr.
- Torgh

Byr looked over as the shuttle continued out of control, “Nothing like getting the adrenaline pumping before some rest,” he replied to the counsellor. “Those extreme sports paid off for times like this,” he managed to say as he then took a hard breath.

Ensign Byrnarterro Ch’riaqer, Science

“I would suggest everyone sit down and strap in!” Cross called loudly as he used the seats to pull himself to the front, gritting his teeth from his bruised shoulder which had thankfully hit the bulkhead rather then his head. Reaching the cockpit his eyes raked over the console to see if there was any life in it. They needed to get the system to reboot if it wasn’t entirely fried. Sliding into the pilot chair he tried to see if the system would reboot. He wasn’t stupid enough to touch the unknown gadget which had shocked their pilot.

He of course had gotten his own piloting license in the academy as sometimes he pulled double duty as security and pilot. Mind you though he’s kept his certification up he wasn’t as well trained as their erstwhile pilot.

Cross COS

Cross COS

Amze quickly strapped herself in before looking over to the rest. “I would recommend doing what he says unless you have a specialization in engineering. If we cannot get this thing fixed we might not have as smooth a landing as we would like.”

Amze Ezma