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Main Sim - The Alien Ship Bridge

Posted Nov. 7, 2020, 11:58 a.m. by Captain John Tiberius Glen (Captain) (David Fergusson)

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The indicated ‘Third’ gave a nod to Kord and Inola after a moment. A sing song reply came through the UT then, =/\= I believe I was the one speaking to you previously when you first contacted us. I am sure together we can manage to improve the communication equipment between both our people to facilitate better speech. =/\= She said.

“These parts and relays that have been damaged…” added Glen, “ask them for undamaged working examples and our replicators should be able to make 3D copies to replace them easily enough. However, before we leave everything will need to be checked over by Tiastri and Emi’Ko and the engineering detail, right from the strength of the aeroshell, to the engines, to the seals, and every last scrap of wiring with a tricorder!”

Stepping back to the hatch, “If someone would show me were your medical bay is I will get to work,” said Mooney. Medical science had advanced a lot from the time humanity was at this tech level, there was a slim chance they could resurrect the fatality if It’s TOD was within the last ninety minuets. His impatience saw him out the door and into the corridor beyond.

Glen hadn’t expected any dead, never mind casualties, so he caught Mooney before he left, “Let me know how bad the situation with casualties is. I can transport over nurses to assist you, or we transport the injured to Doctor Saark in our Sickbay. We don’t know anything about their physiology. What looks like a minor injury to us, might be life-threatening to them, so keep asking lots of questions. Don’t take any chances. if needs be, I’ll bring Saark and equipment over here too. Let’s inform Saark to stand by to receive serious casualties.”

“Ay, Sir.” Mooney’s response was crisp, but the look on his face showed his mind was already working.

So much for all the security precautions over technology the Captain had been taking. Now he was contemplating replicating spare parts and bringing over the most advanced medical technology. ‘The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men, gang aft agley!’

Inola nodded to Glen as she followed Mooney out. This was exactly what she had joined for, and now she had the challenge of translating medical terms the UT might not understand. She was looking forward to it.

“Belay that order! Inola, I believe you can be more help staying on the Bridge”, Glen said.

Inola nodded and walked over to the third. She was already looking forward to this.

“Sorry to do that, Kord,” said Glen, “but the sick and the dead don’t talk very much. It is the senior staff and the engineers who we need translating.”

Kord nodded.

“By your command.” He replied. Kord had had his reasons but the final decision wasn’t his to make.

Tia hadn’t usually gone on many away missions. Being the Chief Engineer, staying behind and making sure they could get away quick had always been a priority. So she had remained silent since arriving.

At the sound of her replicating parts to get this ship working again, she raised her eyebrows. That was something she hadn’t expected. But as an engineer on a crippled ship, she was grateful he was willing. She touched Kord’s arm lightly and nodded with a smile of reassurance before stepping forward. “We can get started on those scans right away. I’d like to start in Main Engineering and work my way outwards from the core.” She shifted the tool bag on her shoulder. It was a bit heavier and bulkier than her usual away kit. But this wasn’t some downed shuttle they were limping back to the stars. This was a ship in need of, most likely, something a bit more major.

Once out in the corridor Mooney keyed his comms =^= Mooney to Merrimack Medical, we have been informed they have one deceased and multiple casualties with minor injuries, moving to their sickbay to asses and render aid. I will asses the deceased for revival. Over =^= Taking the time to secure his helmet, the face shield being part of the bio protective gear. The Master Chief waited impatiently for his escort.

After a moment a sing song reply came from the ‘First’ likely the ship’s Captain in short. =/\= My medical staff chief will meet you two decks down, our lifts are currently offline so you will need to take a service ladder down just down the hall to your left. =/\= The First directed, and once Mooney followed a short way down the corridor he did indeed find a service ladder.

With everyone else given tasks Glen wondered how Kord and himself could help out, being neither an engineer nor a medic. He spoke to the First and Second using the UT, “My crew will deal with your ship repairs and crew injuries. Do you have any other pressing problems? Do you have sufficient food and water? Is your life support functioning? Is this temperature normal? We have brought along some portable cooling equipment.”

Glen tried to demonstrate “cooler temperature” to the aliens, but being unsure of their physiology made that hard. Even if they found the current temperature too hot, Glen didn’t know how they cooled themselves naturally - Did they sweat? Did they use tongue-lolling or panting? So, his miming probably had them very confused.

=/\= The temperatures here are normal for our people and ship. There has been no problems reported. Why are you warm? =/\= The First inquired.

Glen replied =/\= High environmental temperatures can be dangerous to our species. We prefer temperatures in between the range of 32 hundredths and 40 hundredths of the range between the freezing and boiling points of water, as measured at the normal pressure on our planet’s surface, otherwise we can experience heat cramps and exhaustion. This current temperature is uncomfortable to us, but is not dangerous. if it is normal to you then we will work around it. =/\=

=/\= I see =/\= The First replied. =/\= Well I am sorry for that, we had not expected to unknown words in space here nor meet another space faring race like yourselves. Not that I am complaining by The Council no! =/\= She said with a merry sing song like toned response.

Kord was sensing the biofields of the beings they had come to assist. Part of his people’s communication was through variations in their own bio electric fields. As he did this, he let his senses reach through the ship, touching on their systems to get a sense of what felt right and wrong to get an idea where to focus.

Kord’s feeling on the ship’s electrical field, was muddled to say the least. Part of it was due to not knowing how the electrical fields interacted on this ship by simply a touch, he obviously would need to know where power went and exactly to which systems, knowledge he didn’t yet have. But going off the ‘feeling’ of complete circuits he could feel that it seemed most of the problems probably lay in their main power source and motive forms of movement.

Tia nodded to the CO. “I’ll head down to engineering and see what we can begin with there.”

“Please do,” Glen replied. “I dread to think what kind of dangerous, jury-rigged drive you will discover. Take care!”

{Tia} then turned slightly to Kord and lowered her voice for just him, “Kord, did you want to help us down there so we know what we can and can’t replicate? Or do you and the Captain need to be on their bridge?” She didn’t mind going by herself, but she liked the idea of him being there, better. His ability with the ship’s systems may come in handy. But she’d never call him out on that score. So the replication permissions seemed as good a reason as any in case others were listening.

Glen had no objections either way, “I can spare you if you want to go to Engineering, but I can also use you here too. Your choice!”

Kord looked between Glen and Tia.

Tactically it would be bad to have both primary and secondary command officers in one place should an enemy force try to take them. Replication of equivalent pieces of damaged equipment wouldn’t be an issue but if Kord could get familiarity with the systems, he could better assist in finding issues to fix.

“I will assist Lieutenant Ezial in engineering.” Kord said.

Glen nodded his agreement. Kord had a thousand year’s experience of first contacts, but Glen was quite able to manage on his own.

-Glen, CO


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