Fwd: Ensign Blaine McCray - On the Job Training
JB Dunham
(( USS Constitution - Bridge ))
Rajel: Alright, then let us prepare the repeated - Report.
T'Seva: Working on it.
...and the ship shook slightly.
T'Seva: Unfortunately, they shot us. Damage to the aft sensor arrays.
Rajel: Can you bring them on screen? Computer red alert, silent on bridge.
The bridge shifted to red alert right as a Vulcan looking man entered.
T'Seva: Working...best I can do. Not a familiar design.
Blaine stepped onto the bridge for his very first shift with the Command staff. He was extremely nervous, but he tried to hide it as he noticed the shift in lighting to the red alert klaxons. oO This is exactly how I wanted to start the first day. Oo he thought as he strode onto the bridge.
T'Seva: Response
McCray: How may I assist, Commodore? ::He looked from the situation to the CO and back.::
He did not want to assume, but he did want to help.
Rajel: Grab a station. Throw out some warning shots.. We can't lock onto them anyway but maybe they realize we are trying not to hit them on purpose.
If McCray followed Rajel's gaze, he would see an elegant woman at the tactical console who might, at first glance, appear to be Vulcan, but with long hair, practically tied back, and a Bajoran earring glinting in one ear. She was frowning.
T'Seva: I'll do my best. My fear is hitting them by accident, but with the way our phasers are attenuating...
Blaine immediately went to the secondary tactical console and logged on, taking a moment to get up to speed and take stock of the situation.
McCray: Perhaps I can boost the targeting sensors :: he said, more to himself than anything::
Rajel: Ba'el and Diz'mim are still out there. Get them inside!
T'Seva: Holding fire...I don't want to hit them. Opening the aft shuttle bay, but...tractor beam is not functional.
Blaine felt a bit overwhelmed as he tried to assay the situation and how he could help.
Rajel: Damn. I forgot about the tracto-
And then the ship was hit again. Much more thoroughly. T'Seva steadied herself against her console, practiced, but was still unsteady for a moment. One got used to it when the inertial dampeners lagged like that, but...
Rajel: You two okay?
T'Seva: Fine, but our aft shuttlebay is gone.
Blaine braced himself under the impact, managing to maintain his feet as his screen flickered then came back online.
McCray: I am unhurt. ::he looked to T’Seva at the news that the shuttlebay was gone, his left eyebrow raised.
Rajel: What do you mean gone? You.. sorry.. i don't recall your name right now, grab the helm and try evasion.
McCray: Of course, ma’am.
Blaine immediately dropped into the seat at helm, immediately flashing back to his last exercise as a cadet momentarily. He shook his head to clear it and focused on his duty. Could he use that experience here? This seemed to be a desperate attempt to communicate.
McCray: Ready, ma’am.
As the strange Vulcan or hybrid sat down, T'Seva gathered her breath.
T'Seva: The worker bees are designed for use in extreme damage situations. They can attach to maintenance airlocks and come in that way.
The shaking of the ship stopped. After several attacks the other ship had stopped. The view on the screen still did not tell her who they actually were because the white noise was just too much to make out a lot at once.
Rajel: I think we really need to send out that repeating message. T'Seva, make it 'Don't attack, peaceful.' it's short enough maybe it will take only a few runs to get through to them.. IF they can understand us.
T'Seva nodded.
T'Seva: Message sent, on repeat. I suspect we are dealing with partial understanding, which is worse than none at all.
T'Seva: Response
McCray: Worse than none at all? ::McCray would have to think about that.::
Rajel: =/\= Rajel to Diz'mim, now would be a good time to make your way inside. =/\=
Ch'Nilmani: =/\= Response =/\=
Rajel: =/\= She got hit? Damn.. Can you tow her? Our tractor beams are not reliably functional right now. =/\=
Ch'Nilmani: =/\= Response =/\=
Rajel: =/\= Do what you can we don't know when or if they start shooting again. Rajel out. =/\=
Ba'el was hit? They'd have to go all the way to the shuttle bay then.
Rajel: Hi, I'm Jalana and you are?
McCray: Blaine McCray, ma’am
T'Seva: And I'm Atan T'Seva, Chief of Tactical.
She studied the young man, one of the new crew, no doubt. Poor kid, first bridge shift was *this*.
Rajel: Response
McCray: It is good to put names to faces.I am getting accustomed to the Constitution. It has been an amazing experience so far.
T'Seva: They're still not firing. I suggest giving them time to process our message and getting Ch'Nilmani and Ba'el back inside.
The teams on the planet could, if needed, get clear back to Federation space; they weren't the primary concern right now.
Rajel: Response
McCray: Time to process would be good. Gives each of us time to assess the situation.
T'Seva: I'm scanning for any attempts at a return communication. Until we get one, there's nothing for the universal translator to chew on.
They might have to hope whoever these were had their own.
Rajel: Response
McCray: Orders? :: he looked to Ragel and T’Seva, an eagerness in his eyes as he tried to think of ways to help.
Rajel / T’Seva: Response
Blaine held his station, his fingers ready to move over the interface as he waited for any further orders.
Rajel / T’Reva: Response
Ensign Blaine McCray
SEC/TAC Officer
USS Constitution-B
C240302BM1