Lt. Cmd. Silveira: The Call of the Wild…
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Feb 22, 2026, 10:39:15 AM (4 days ago) Feb 22
to USS Artemis-A – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Corridor near engineering, Deck 4, USS Karnack))
Vitor looked at the breach and looked around. There was some debris and dirt around, and they had to start somewhere.
Silveira: And for the next problem ::He pointed to the breach.:: Do we haul the bulkheads around to each breach?
Storm: We’ve got four large gashes in this small area, but there are dozens of smaller holes. For the larger ones, we may need to use bulkheads or portions of them, but for the smaller ones, if we could find something more fitting to the size or easily welded into place, that might be better.
Bancroft: ::nodding:: Some of these are small enough that pressurization alone should hold something sufficiently stiff against the bulkhead.
Jovenan: For the larger holes, we might need to enforce the joints with welding if possible. Lieutenant, you mentioned–
Vitor winced and took a step to the side. The daylight was starting to bother him and he missed what they were saying as he leaned to the shadow.
Silveira: Sorry… You were saying…
Alex raised her hand to him with a concerned expression, but backed away.
Storm: Sorry. Habit.
Doc Ray however didn’t let it go unnoticed.
Bancroft: Commander Silveira, sir – ::softening his tone, smiling:: Let me give you a quick once-over. I know it’s probably nothing, but it’ll make your doctor sleep better tonight, alright?
Vitor nodded and smiled back, letting the Doctor do his job. He kept his breathing regular and the smile and nodded when the Doc finished, gazing at him with a wordless warning.
Nan stepped close after Doc Roy released him.
Jovenan: ::softly to Vitor:: Are you able to continue?
Vitor nodded and winked at Nan, hoping to convey the unspoken message, “I’m good. It’s going to be alright”.
Alex diverted them back to work.
Storm: If you were a surgeon operating on a person in a similar state to this ship, how would you go about saving them?
Bancroft: ::ticking his fingers:: Intensive care. A team of specialists. Rooms full of equipment. ::idly:: And probably a religious representative, if they were a person of faith. ::beat:: Out here? Field medicine’s ugly. You don’t fix everything – you just try and stop the dying. Keep as much blood on the inside as possible. Protect the airway. Stabilize until you can get them to advanced care.
Vitor nodded and tried to return the good mood to their task.
Silveira: That sounds like a very reasonable Engineering report… For a Doctor…
Storm: So, how would we best replicate that here?
Bancroft: Prioritize the big breaches first – the structural hemorrhages. Mid-sized ones? Flesh wounds. Patch them just enough to hold pressure. Anything stiff enough ought to do. The little ones? Those are your capillary bleeders. Annoying and messy, but not fatal. If we’re short on materials, we accept some loss there.
Jovenan: Fair. Minor ruptures can’t leak out the atmosphere anywhere as fast as the big ones, so we might even make it to the space without patching them. After that, it’s a question of how far we need to go before being picked up.
Silveira: And we are trying to lift off, the atmospheric pressure isn’t exactly the same as in reentry.
Alex turned to Nan, gesturing at Roy.
Storm: Feasible? Or, no?
Bancroft: I’m spectacularly unqualified to comment on starship engineering. But on a patient? ::beat:: Hard, but absolutely feasible.
Nan turned to him.
Jovenan: I don’t think we have any options. The Doctor’s, um, triage-style order of priorities is the way to go in my opinion. It might not be feasible, but it’s the best we can do, and if that’s not enough, then… ::shrugs::
Vitor nodded aprovingly. It was a good plan, and among the four of them he was certain they would make it work.
Silveira: It got my seal of approval. I think it’s a good plan and we only need to get to the laborious and heavy part of it.
They started to walk on and Doc Roy noticed one emergency panel. He opened it and started sharing the content among them.
Bancroft: We’re rapidly losing light – we’ll need these to get anything accomplished before too long.
Jovenan: Let’s not waste time. I would imagine this corridor is the best place to start, what do you think?
Alex held her glowstick up with a grin.
Storm: Thanks.
Vitor nodded and slipped the light into his pocket. The daylight wasn’t bothering him anymore, although they weren’t close to any large breach.
Without much reason he stoped. Slowly he looked around and saw the Doc frozen in motion.
Somewhere Vitor heard something, a clanging perhaps? One of the other teams working on something?
Bancroft: ::whispering:: Listen. ::cocking his head toward the entrance to Main Engineering:: Do you hear that?
Vitor narrowed his eyes. His muscles tensed and he took a quiet step forward.
Jovenan: ::whisper:: Is that one of ours?
Vitor replied in the same lower voice, but his tone was a little off.
Silveira: No.
The howl was… Savage… Primordial…
Vitor heard it enough times before, but he never realized it was… Wild? Alluring?
Maybe it was the echo on the ship’s walls…
Certainly it had to be that… What else could be?
Still it was… Mesmerizing…
He flinched when he heard Roy speaking…
Bancroft: Alex! ::turning towards Jovenan and Silveira:: They're here! We need to find something – anything – that’s cold, quickly!
Jovenan: Run! Get to the Jefferies tubes, they probably can’t get in!
Storm: Grab the torch. If they do get in, burn them!
Vitor winced and raised his hand, covering his eyes from Alex’s light. He blinked and shook his head, trying to focus.
Bancroft: Response
Someone opened an hatch and he followed Nan as he trying to “wake” up. Something was definitely wrong and he usually wasn’t caught this off guard…
Jovenan: Close it, lock it! We can’t help anyone by running headlong towards the predators!
Storm: Should we climb up the tube or should we wait them out here?
Before Vitor could reply another howl, another calling came trough… He shook his head and again blinked. He wasn’t usually bothered with being closed up in. He had crawled up and down Jeffries, hatches and caves many times in his life.
But now he felt tight… Squeezed… Claustrophobic…
Bancroft: Response
Jovenan: Could we try to lure them in somewhere and lock them in? The doors and bulkheads would surely stop them or at least slow them down.
Storm: I don’t see that ending any other way but badly. They’re faster than us, stronger than us, and we’re stuck in a jeffries tube with no idea where is safe and/or secure.
Vitor looked up. He kept blinking and pointed.
Silveira: Why don’t we go up?
Bancroft: Response
Another howl… another call… Lower… Distant?
Storm: I think they’re moving off.
Silveira: Let’s hope so…
Bancroft/Jovenan: Response
Storm: It’s not going to be safe to be out again until it’s daylight. How do you want to handle this, Commanders?
Alex looked at them, and Vitor looked at Nan.
Silveira: We can’t face it just like this… We have to find a way to attack… ::Vitor shook his head:: To secure ourselves and do our job… Maybe even trap them or hurt them so they know we aren’t easy prey…
Bancroft/Jovenan: Response
Storm: We should probably wait a little longer in here, just to be sure that they’re gone.
Vitor closed his eyes and took Nan’s hand, giving her a strong squeeze.
Silveira: Not too long I admit I am feeling a little cramped here.
Storm/Bancroft/Jovenan: Response
Vitor took a deep breath and gave one last squeeze on Nan’s hand before letting go and looking at Alex and Roy.
Silveira: We need to find a way to keep them out… All of them… Water, cold anything we can use… The fire supressors… Something…
Storm/Bancroft/Jovenan: Response
Vitor slowed his breathing as his heart beats increased. Standing there was really starting to bother him. He twitched and moved as if he could squeeze from there like a snail or a leach.
The one thing that was keeping him under control was Nan’s smell.
Her hair smelled so good. A little dirtier than usual, but that kind of brought some flavour to it.
Silveira: We hate the cold and water…. If we combine or improvise something like that we can use it.
Storm/Bancroft/Jovenan: Response
TAGs/TBC
Lt. Cmd. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
Vitor looked at the breach and looked around. There was some debris and dirt around, and they had to start somewhere.
Silveira: And for the next problem ::He pointed to the breach.:: Do we haul the bulkheads around to each breach?
Storm: We’ve got four large gashes in this small area, but there are dozens of smaller holes. For the larger ones, we may need to use bulkheads or portions of them, but for the smaller ones, if we could find something more fitting to the size or easily welded into place, that might be better.
Bancroft: ::nodding:: Some of these are small enough that pressurization alone should hold something sufficiently stiff against the bulkhead.
Jovenan: For the larger holes, we might need to enforce the joints with welding if possible. Lieutenant, you mentioned–
Vitor winced and took a step to the side. The daylight was starting to bother him and he missed what they were saying as he leaned to the shadow.
Silveira: Sorry… You were saying…
Alex raised her hand to him with a concerned expression, but backed away.
Storm: Sorry. Habit.
Doc Ray however didn’t let it go unnoticed.
Bancroft: Commander Silveira, sir – ::softening his tone, smiling:: Let me give you a quick once-over. I know it’s probably nothing, but it’ll make your doctor sleep better tonight, alright?
Vitor nodded and smiled back, letting the Doctor do his job. He kept his breathing regular and the smile and nodded when the Doc finished, gazing at him with a wordless warning.
Nan stepped close after Doc Roy released him.
Jovenan: ::softly to Vitor:: Are you able to continue?
Vitor nodded and winked at Nan, hoping to convey the unspoken message, “I’m good. It’s going to be alright”.
Alex diverted them back to work.
Storm: If you were a surgeon operating on a person in a similar state to this ship, how would you go about saving them?
Bancroft: ::ticking his fingers:: Intensive care. A team of specialists. Rooms full of equipment. ::idly:: And probably a religious representative, if they were a person of faith. ::beat:: Out here? Field medicine’s ugly. You don’t fix everything – you just try and stop the dying. Keep as much blood on the inside as possible. Protect the airway. Stabilize until you can get them to advanced care.
Vitor nodded and tried to return the good mood to their task.
Silveira: That sounds like a very reasonable Engineering report… For a Doctor…
Storm: So, how would we best replicate that here?
Bancroft: Prioritize the big breaches first – the structural hemorrhages. Mid-sized ones? Flesh wounds. Patch them just enough to hold pressure. Anything stiff enough ought to do. The little ones? Those are your capillary bleeders. Annoying and messy, but not fatal. If we’re short on materials, we accept some loss there.
Jovenan: Fair. Minor ruptures can’t leak out the atmosphere anywhere as fast as the big ones, so we might even make it to the space without patching them. After that, it’s a question of how far we need to go before being picked up.
Silveira: And we are trying to lift off, the atmospheric pressure isn’t exactly the same as in reentry.
Alex turned to Nan, gesturing at Roy.
Storm: Feasible? Or, no?
Bancroft: I’m spectacularly unqualified to comment on starship engineering. But on a patient? ::beat:: Hard, but absolutely feasible.
Nan turned to him.
Jovenan: I don’t think we have any options. The Doctor’s, um, triage-style order of priorities is the way to go in my opinion. It might not be feasible, but it’s the best we can do, and if that’s not enough, then… ::shrugs::
Vitor nodded aprovingly. It was a good plan, and among the four of them he was certain they would make it work.
Silveira: It got my seal of approval. I think it’s a good plan and we only need to get to the laborious and heavy part of it.
They started to walk on and Doc Roy noticed one emergency panel. He opened it and started sharing the content among them.
Bancroft: We’re rapidly losing light – we’ll need these to get anything accomplished before too long.
Jovenan: Let’s not waste time. I would imagine this corridor is the best place to start, what do you think?
Alex held her glowstick up with a grin.
Storm: Thanks.
Vitor nodded and slipped the light into his pocket. The daylight wasn’t bothering him anymore, although they weren’t close to any large breach.
Without much reason he stoped. Slowly he looked around and saw the Doc frozen in motion.
Somewhere Vitor heard something, a clanging perhaps? One of the other teams working on something?
Bancroft: ::whispering:: Listen. ::cocking his head toward the entrance to Main Engineering:: Do you hear that?
Vitor narrowed his eyes. His muscles tensed and he took a quiet step forward.
Jovenan: ::whisper:: Is that one of ours?
Vitor replied in the same lower voice, but his tone was a little off.
Silveira: No.
The howl was… Savage… Primordial…
Vitor heard it enough times before, but he never realized it was… Wild? Alluring?
Maybe it was the echo on the ship’s walls…
Certainly it had to be that… What else could be?
Still it was… Mesmerizing…
He flinched when he heard Roy speaking…
Bancroft: Alex! ::turning towards Jovenan and Silveira:: They're here! We need to find something – anything – that’s cold, quickly!
Jovenan: Run! Get to the Jefferies tubes, they probably can’t get in!
Storm: Grab the torch. If they do get in, burn them!
Vitor winced and raised his hand, covering his eyes from Alex’s light. He blinked and shook his head, trying to focus.
Bancroft: Response
Someone opened an hatch and he followed Nan as he trying to “wake” up. Something was definitely wrong and he usually wasn’t caught this off guard…
Jovenan: Close it, lock it! We can’t help anyone by running headlong towards the predators!
Storm: Should we climb up the tube or should we wait them out here?
Before Vitor could reply another howl, another calling came trough… He shook his head and again blinked. He wasn’t usually bothered with being closed up in. He had crawled up and down Jeffries, hatches and caves many times in his life.
But now he felt tight… Squeezed… Claustrophobic…
Bancroft: Response
Jovenan: Could we try to lure them in somewhere and lock them in? The doors and bulkheads would surely stop them or at least slow them down.
Storm: I don’t see that ending any other way but badly. They’re faster than us, stronger than us, and we’re stuck in a jeffries tube with no idea where is safe and/or secure.
Vitor looked up. He kept blinking and pointed.
Silveira: Why don’t we go up?
Bancroft: Response
Another howl… another call… Lower… Distant?
Storm: I think they’re moving off.
Silveira: Let’s hope so…
Bancroft/Jovenan: Response
Storm: It’s not going to be safe to be out again until it’s daylight. How do you want to handle this, Commanders?
Alex looked at them, and Vitor looked at Nan.
Silveira: We can’t face it just like this… We have to find a way to attack… ::Vitor shook his head:: To secure ourselves and do our job… Maybe even trap them or hurt them so they know we aren’t easy prey…
Bancroft/Jovenan: Response
Storm: We should probably wait a little longer in here, just to be sure that they’re gone.
Vitor closed his eyes and took Nan’s hand, giving her a strong squeeze.
Silveira: Not too long I admit I am feeling a little cramped here.
Storm/Bancroft/Jovenan: Response
Vitor took a deep breath and gave one last squeeze on Nan’s hand before letting go and looking at Alex and Roy.
Silveira: We need to find a way to keep them out… All of them… Water, cold anything we can use… The fire supressors… Something…
Storm/Bancroft/Jovenan: Response
Vitor slowed his breathing as his heart beats increased. Standing there was really starting to bother him. He twitched and moved as if he could squeeze from there like a snail or a leach.
The one thing that was keeping him under control was Nan’s smell.
Her hair smelled so good. A little dirtier than usual, but that kind of brought some flavour to it.
Silveira: We hate the cold and water…. If we combine or improvise something like that we can use it.
Storm/Bancroft/Jovenan: Response
TAGs/TBC
Lt. Cmd. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
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