Lt.Cmdr Taelon - Bangarang

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((Engineering, Deck 2, USS Independence-B))

Ukinix: =/\= Commander Taelon, we're going in, start a countdown from ninety seconds. We have a crew to rescue. =/\=

Things were going in one direction, then another, and then another. Taelon felt like his head was spinning. But an order was an order; without the full picture, it wasn’t his place to question.

Taelon: =/\= Um - yes, Captain. Ninety seconds. =/\=

Ukinix: =/\= Good luck. Ukinix out. =/\=

The little team scrambled to various consoles. Taelon held onto the one he’d been working on as Wil’s voice continued over the comms system.

Ukinix: =/\= Bridge to all hands. We will be attempting to enter underspace in around sixty seconds from ::eyeing console:: .... mark. Follow the directions from Commander Orrey and Lieutenant Wong as to where you should move to. Ukinix out. =/\=

Saavei: The calculations have been changed to complete the appearance of a failed attempt. With these inputs to SIF and shields, internal damage to the Independence-B should be kept to a minimum.

Taelon: Get those to the bridge, Ensign. And get ready to hold on to something, I think…

The Indy was a little ship, hardly the behemoth of the Gorkon or the moderately sized Albion and Narendra. Whatever they were going to do, they were going to feel it.

Saavei: Yes sir, sending final readings to the bridge. Time to attempt now thirty seconds. ::tapping her comm badge:: =/\= Saavei to Bridge, navigational aid buoy is ready and can be deployed when ready. Doing so ahead of the first attempt will add to the appearance of a failed attempt. =/\=

Taelon: Get ready…

Saavei: Attempt in ten seconds. Nine, eight... ::She steadied herself at her console:: Recommend we brace for impact.

Their birdlike guest chose to settle onto the floor as if nesting. Taelon didn’t really have time to question or even take that in before the attempt began.

Wong: Everyone, hold on to your butts!

Thankfully Taelon didn’t take the Doctor’s recommendation literally, or he’d have lost his footing. He held onto the console, fingers and knuckles white on the smooth surface. Why Starfleet had never added some sort of handlebars was beyond him.

The Indy surged and rocked, then returned to an even keel, the deck still vibrating under his feet.

Shanaak: Is it safe for me to resume my standing position?

Taelon nodded, though given everything that was going on it would have been missable. ARIA had stayed steady in midair, the bot holding its position.

Saavei: SIF is steady. Shields at ninety-percent and recharging. Minor hull stress on Deck Four aft, sections three through five. Minor damage to ventral sensor arrays. Coordinating repair crews now. ::Looking to their guest:: Are you uninjured, First Expert?

Wong: Health check. How's everyone doing?

Shanaak: ::Looks to Saavei:: This *Grand* Expert is unharmed.

If they were well enough to be miffed, they were fine, Taelon decided. He himself was a little shaken, but on his feet.

Taelon: F-fine.

Saavei: Response

Wong: What's the status on radiation? Any leaks or are we good?

Taelon was quick to check, taking the few moments they had to free and flex his hands.

Taelon: Leaks on the hull in sections three and five, but venting into space, I think…

Saavei: Response

Wong: Just to be on the safe side, I'm going to give everyone a dose here.

Saavei: Response

Wong: One for you.

Wong came up to Taelon with a hypo, and Taelon obediently proffered his upper arm. Anti-radiation medication wasn’t going to hurt, even if they were okay for now.

Taelon: T-thank you…

Wong: And one for you.

He gave Saavei her dose and then turned to their guest.

Wong: As for you, would it be okay if I looked you over?

Shanaak: In my society, Lieutenant Wong, refusal of an offered scientifically proven medical treatment is considered not only bad etiquette, but potentially fatal. Administer the treatment.

Wong did so, the hiss of the hypo indicating to Taelon it’d worked. Or that he’d at least found a suitable injection spot.

Shanaak: Quaint.

Saavei: Response

The moment of relief, of quiet, was shattered as the background alarms suddenly were joined by much more prominent, louder warning klaxons. Taelon turned hurriedly back to his console -

Shanaak: It appears there is a secondary rift opening. Our faux attempt at entering underspace has--

The ship heaved under them, bucking wildly. Taelon had foolishly taken his hands off the console and thus was thrown off his feet, ARIA rushing towards him as its automated protective protocols activated.

Saavei/Wong: Response

Shanaak: The rift is growing, and that shockwave may not be the last--

It wasn't. The ship heaved one way, then the other - up, down, sideways. Taelon joined the Grand expert in being flung around, scrambling to find something to hold onto.

Saavei/Wong: Response

Taelon: Son of a-

Feathers fluttered through the chaotic air as the Grand expert was knocked unconscious. Her falling body hit Taelon’s, and they both ended up in a pile at the corner of the consoles.

She was limp; he was bruised, stunned, but awake. He tried to sit up, only for another bump to slam him against the consoles again.

ARIA flew down to him, chiming its bell-like alarms.

Saavei/Wong: Response

Taelon: I’m - ::Fine wasn’t the word.:: I think she’s been knocked out, Doctor -

The bird wasn’t exactly light. Her limp form lay across his legs, and he was hesitant to move too much. She had a long, elegant neck that seemed all too easy to break if the ship launched them again.

And that seemed possible; the Engineering bay was full of alarms, fallen panels, and sparking consoles. The vibration of the ship continued, and he felt as if they were drifting - or was that just his head?

Saavei/Wong: Response

Taelon: S-saavei, status?

Saavei/Wong: Response

The El-Aurian groaned as he wiggled free of Shaanak and shakily got to his feet. The Engineering consoles were upset, but mostly intact.

Taelon: Get - we need to get things repaired…hull breaches in sector 3, major radiation leaks in 6 and 7…

Saavei/Wong: Response




Lieutenant Commander Taelon
Chief Science Officer
Amity Outpost
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