Lt. Cmdr. Jansen Orrey: Another Breach to go unto.
Jansen Orrey
((Bridge, USS Independence-B))
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. =/\=
Ukinix: Let’s go champs. We move to red alert at the first sign of trouble, whether from mother nature or the Vaadwaur. Helm, set a course, coordinate with engineering.
Helm: ::tapping console frantically:: Aye, sir.
Orrey: Approaching the rift.
Seleya: At this time the Vaadwaur ship is maintaining distance at least.
Aitas: They’ve likely noticed the Trenvonn vessel by now.
Ukinix: Let’s hope so. Let’s not also fool ourselves into thinking they are our allies. They have their own interests.
Seleya: I have the shield harmonics rotation protocol ready. Weapons are not on powered, but are on standby. I do have the targeting data downloaded from Operation Brightstar. -Hopefully- we will be able to shoot them down before they reach us.
Orrey: Everyone brace for the failed attempt.
Aitas: Bracing.
The ship jolted and rocked like it had suddenly encountered wind resistance and JAnsen turned his focus to the readouts he was receiving.
Orrey: Structural integrity is holding. Shields took a jolt but recovering nicely. Hull stress contained to Deck Four…mostly Aft…could be from the engines still receiving power.
Seleya: Response?
Orrey: Sending the alert to leave stressed sections once quick repairs are done. Then we will close off sections three through five and reroute traffic incase of failure during the real jump.
Ukinix: ::tapping at console:: Righto. Crew status?
Orrey: Not receiving any reports of injuries. Everyone knew their job and stood their ground.
Aitas: And the state of the rift?
Seleya: Response
Ukinix: Okay, then let’s circle back, and try it for real this time. Helm--
A flash from the view screen got everyone’s attention.
Aitas: Secondary rift opening! Brace!
The bridge heaved and bucked under them all. Jansen pressed back into the back of his chair not only to stay in it but incase of the sparks that were erupting from other consoles and panels on the bridge.
Ukinix: Red Alert! What’s caused that? Did we make the rift mad? Everyone okay?
The old familiar sting of the klaxons going off made Jansen look around the bridge.
Orrey: I was alright now I am questioning things.
Seleya: Response
Aitas: More convincing than intended, perhaps. My injuries are minor. How long until the Trenvonn ship arrives?
Smoke began filling the bridge from above, before the fire systems tried to kick on. The suppression system took its dear sweet time but seemed to finally engage.
Ukinix: Helm get us out of here. Jansen, check if they’re okay.
Orrey: Right on it.
Seleya: Response
Aitas: Has there been any reaction from the Vaadwaur vessel?
Seleya: Response
Jansen got up and moved forward checking on the pilot. He needed the helmsman to be alright lest he or Wil be forced to fly the ship. Voyager could make three round trips before they would get home.
With the helm happy and heathly, plus or minus a plaster and gauze on his head. For the time being, Jansen hobbled back to his seat as the alarms went off again. The ship was moving.
Ukinix: Get us out of this gravity well! Can we warp out of here?
Orrey: I wouldn’t recommend trying.
Seleya/Aitas: Response
Helm: No response! I’ve lost control-- and propulsion.
Ukinix: Well this area of space is knackered then. =/\= Ukinix to all hands. Brace for crossover into underspace, I repeat, brace for crossover-- =/\=
There was an almighty “thud” that boomed through the hull, before the view screen showed them spinning, end over end, being drawn into the rift like a magnet. The stars and nebula gases whizzed upwards on the viewscreen, before it went dead. More sparks flew from consoles, before the ship shook one last time.
Silence. Comforting dark and silence…well minus the captain speaking. But that was good.
Ukinix: --into underspace.
Helm: Navigation systems can’t pinpoint our location.
Orrey: Call out. All of you.
Seleya/Aitas: Response
Jansen reached up and rubbed his face before sitting forward and looking at his console. It was trying its hardest to stay on. He hit it with his closed fist twice before kicking the lower panel once and the view awoke. A large crack running down the interface but for now it was still functional.
Orrey: Hull breach Sector 3 Deck 4, that we expected though. No losses there.
Seleya/Aitas: Response?
Orrey: We didn’t account for radiation spikes, major radiation leaks in Sections 6 and 7. Large injury reports, filtering in but some systems aren’t functioning so I could be mission some numbers.
Ukinix/Aitas: Response?
Tags/TBC!
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Jansen Orrey M.D., M.Sc.
Chief Medical Officer
Amity Outpost
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