Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith - We Gotta Get Out Of This Place
Renaie Shortrith
((Talon Class Scout Daintree – Space, Near the Trenvonn Border))
Shortrith: Possibly? I'm aware that we can't balance our safety on a 'possibly', but that's the best I can find right now.
Renaie turned to Lieutenant Galanis.
Shortrith: Your thoughts, Lieutenant?
Galanis: …Would the rift survive external forces acting on it in such an unstable state? It’s impossible to say for sure. The chaos is just as likely to catastrophically collapse as it is to continue unimpeded. We’d need to find a particularly calm line of sight to have a hope of reading any data that came back out.
Flint: Hang on a tick. Ma’am – you should see this. ::Indicating his panel:: We’re receiving an encrypted message. Text only. It’s from the Miombo. Sending to your console now.
Renaie kept their eyes on their console, ignoring the temptation to see what the message was. Commander Hopper would say anything if this was important.
Hopper: I guess we aren’t alone out here… Only it’s not the Trenvonn that have intercepted the Miombo, it’s the Turei – the, um, underspace ‘squatters’ as the Vaadwaur describe them. More or less. We know they use the underspace corridors, but aren’t as adept at maintaining them… That’s about all we know, actually. ::To the others:: Flint, hold position here. Niev, is there any indication we’ve been spotted or scanned? Shortrith – ::pause:: what are the odds of performing a successful emergency transport through the radiation and interference we’re experiencing?
Shortrith: Honestly? Quite low. The levels of radiation won't make things safe at all. If anything, it makes things more dangerous.
Galanis: No obvious signs of scanning, Commander. But that doesn’t preclude detection. If we’re dealing with a species familiar with Underspace mechanics, they may not need the strong spike in sensor strength to pierce through the interference we do.
Renaie went silent as the Daintree's comms came alive once again.
Varati: =/\= OPs to Daintree, Miombo and Independence-B: Whoever receives it first: the scouts must get away from the vicinity of the subspace rift! Immediately! Part of the rift is on the verge of collapse! Get out of there! =/\=
oO What? Oo
Not too long after, the comms chirped again.
Saavei: =/\= Saavei to Daintree, Ops indicating the rift on verge of collapse, they recommend we withdraw immediately =/\=
Renaie turned to the others.
Shortrith: ::grimacing:: Looks like we have no choice.
Galanis: There’s too much interference to confirm or clarify the readings beyond extreme intensity. These ships and probes aren’t equipped for this level of science. I highly recommend we take the warning seriously.
Hopper: Yep. Yep! ::To Flint:: Get us out of here, maximum safe speed.
Glancing down to their console, they tried to figure out where was safe to avoid the collapse.
Shortrith: Where should we fall back to?
Galanis: We’re losing the luxury of choice. We may have to focus on getting where we can over where we want to be. The currents are… well, sirs, they are becoming extremely apparent.
Hopper: ::Nodding in agreement:: Anywhere but right here seems good right about now… Niev, do we have any way of identifying which areas of space are most volatile?
Renaie tensed, preparing for the worst, yet hoping for the best.
Hopper: Keep eyes on the Miombo in case they need more help than we do – and I’d brace for turbulence if I were both of you.
Shortrith: Noted.
A series of tremors shuddered through the ship, and Renaie tried the best they could to suppress the gag reflex. Their grip on their station tightened.
Flint: Bloody stupid things… ::Back to flying the shuttle:: I think they may be drawn towards us. God knows why.
Hopper: I’ll do what I can to adjust our shield frequencies and nacelle outputs, see if I can find a combination that isn’t so attractive.
Galanis: Commander, I’m plotting the most dangerous areas over a map of our local space. I’ll make it available to Lieutenant Flint, but there will be some milliseconds of delay… which means relying otherwise on the pilot’s interpretation.
Flint: ::Wrly:: Joy…
Hopper: That’ll do.
Renaie exhaled once again, trying their best to allieviate their concern, yet being exceptionally aware of the risks of everything.
Hopper: Shortrith, analysis – These eddies that are coming off the rift, are they emitting tetryon particles as well? How high is our risk of exposure?
Shortrith: It's a very high risk - I'd suggest we get out of here as soon as we can.
oO We gotta get out if this place, if it's the last thing we ever do… Oo
Galanis: I’m not going to be able to monitor for other ships while I focus on this. Lieutenant Shortrith, are you seeing anything as we get closer to the Miombo?
Shortrith: Nothing except uneven edges of the underspace rift and the eddies.
Another eddie. They just kept coming. The hull groaned.
oO What's happening??? Oo
Flint: Just like a little… ::adjusting course:: white water rafting, eh? ::adjusting course:: Who here doesn’t like… ::adjusting course:: …a little excitement?
Galanis: Look! There! We’ll be cut off from the Miombo if we can’t make that gap!
oO We need to get somewhere else. Now. Oo
Hopper: Gun it, Mr. Flint.
Flint: Aye. Gunning it, ma’am.
Renaie felt the impact of Flint's gunning it, silently grateful for the inertial dampeners.
Hopper: We need to shut off the impulse engines and regain control using the maneuvering thrust–
Her words were cut off when she turned her head.
Hopper: Oh crap. Medical emergency!
Renaie grabbed the nearest medkit and launched themself toward Flint's unconsious form.
Shortrith: I'm on it!
Renaie grabbed the medical tricorder with one hand, battlefield trauma kit in the other. They placed the tricorder next to them and began to try to stem the flow of blood.
Hopper: Niev – am I seeing what I think I’m seeing? Are we getting closer to the rift?
Galanis: Response
Renaie was silent while they worked, until Hopper addressed them, which led them to glance up at her once again.
Hopper: Report – how bad is he?
Shortrith: He'll have a concussion, most likely. I'll keep an eye on him. He'll likely need thirty minutes to wake up, and maybe an hour or two to be to the state he was before he was knocked out.
Hopper: Right… Transferring helm control to my terminal. ::Looking at the readings:: It’s no good. Maneuvering thrusters can stop our spin, but they don’t have sufficient output to get us out of the rift’s pull, and we can’t use impulse engines or go to warp… We’re going in.
Renaie grimaced, frowning. Their main focus was on Flint, but they were kinda also paying attention to the others.
Hopper: Here’s our chance to get a firsthand look at underspace. ::Swallowing nervously:: Any tips you have for avoiding the worst of it would be appreciated.
Galanis: Response
Taelon: =/\= Daintree! I’m f̷̍͜ŏ̵͖r̵̩̽w̸͍̆a̷͔̎ṙ̶̼d̵̠͝i̷̙͊n̸̛̟g̸̭̎ ̸̱̒t̴̟̄h̴͈̏ẹ̸͘ Turei’s data ṫ̸ͅȯ̴͙ ̴̥̊ỵ̵͌o̵͙̅u̷͍͆.̸̞̃ ̸̝̒T̶̝́h̵̜͂e̵͔̔ý̴̥ ̸̻̒š̵̘a̴͍͌i̶̖͠d̷̖̽ ̶̡̍t̴͇̿o̴̭͝ follow the beacons - I̴͙̿ ̵̗̍t̶͔̃h̸͚̄ȋ̸͕n̴̰͒k̸̨̈́ ̷̰͝s̷͈͌ḫ̵̌e̶̖̔ ̶̺͘m̷̺̾i̶̘̚g̶̯̅h̸͓̓ẗ̴̗́ ̶̯͆h̷̰̆ä̸̟́v̴̦̌e̸̳͌ ̷̙͊m̸̛̬e̴͓̒ä̷̙́n̵͔͑t̸̨͌ ̷̛̩ơ̶̭n̶̤͝e̵͘͜s̵̝͐ ̴̱̆ȉ̸̺ñ̴̠ ̷̮͊ṵ̸͗ǹ̴͎d̶̳̾ê̴̩ṙ̵̤š̴̤p̵̠̈ȧ̵̮č̵̠è̸̜.̶̚ͅ =/\=
Renaie was struggling to make heads or tails of what anyone was saying.
Hopper: =/\= Say again, Miombo? All after “beacons”??? =/\=
oO What were the Miombo crew saying??? Oo
Galanis: =/\= Response? =/\=
Shortrith: =/\= Shortrith to Ops, to anyone who can hear- we're having trouble hearing Miombo- We're getting sucked into the underspace rift. We need help. =/\=
Saavei: =/\= Daintree, if you are pulled in̸̝̣̍to unders̷͆ͅpace̶̺̣͗, the Turei states to f̷̮̯́o̷̡̊͘llow̶̜̣̚ ̷̗̼̂the̸̛̠ beacons there. =/\=
oO What beacons??? Oo
Ops/Galanis/Hopper: =/\= Response
Shortrith: ::Stressed:: We're going in!
Renaie tried to slow their breathing, knowing that their stress reduces the quality of their medical work. They glanced, concerned, over at Flint once more, conscious of everything happening.
Galanis/Hopper: =/\= Response
Shortrith: Beacons… what were the beacons???
Galanis/Hopper: =/\= Response
[Tags/TBC]Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith, MD
Acting Chief Medical Officer
USS Ronin
They/Them (Player and character)
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