PNPC Ens. S'Rrrrell - Like they've seen a ghost
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Jess
Aug 9, 2024, 3:23:29 AMAug 9
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(( Engineering ))
Red alert always was high time in Engineering. As soon as the light and klaxon jumped alive the whole department jumped into action, manned the stations and began to spread out the ship to make sure nothing would be out of order for too long. S'Rrrell liked this level of activity, though they also liked when it was quiet and more of a meditative state of work. Nothing of that state was there now.
The ship was shaking here and there, alerts came in, systems that needed more power, rerouting, repair... everyone was busy. That included the Caitian, who currently was half underneath a console that had flickered a few times after the latest hit and did not stop flickering after.
Shimisi: Maybe we can set a narrow transporter beam to the station. We can't boost their shields from here, but we can send repair teams with parts to make repairs to the shield systems. It might give them at least a brief respite, enough for the ship to hold off the attackers.
S'Rrrrell: If you can sparrre teams.
They called out from underneath the console, tail tightly wrapped around their leg so nobody would accidentally step on it.
Shimisi: I'll relay the possibility to the bridge. =/\= Shimisi to Zaka =/\=
Since that was not addressed at them any more, S'Rrrell focused back on their work. Once they were done they climbed out again and checked the console, relieved to find it back working and called out.
S'Rrrrell: Console 5 back in order!
Engineer: Can you check on 9, Parker mentioned it acting up before he had to rush out.
The Caitian grumbled slightly. It was normal that someone would be called out to help somewhere else, but right now it felt annoying. They raised a hand as a sign that they had heard and grabbed their toolbox to head over. They hadn't even run the full diagnose yet when they heard a voice enter that made their ears twitch in confusion.
Lida: Hey! Sorry for the delay. Damage on Deck 6. How are we doing?
Ever so slowly the Caitian raised their head, their tail twitched and a low meow escaped their mouth.
Shimisi: Holding but not much more. They're overloading the shields and we've had some EPS ruptures.
Lida: Has anyone taken damage control steps? I know the interim chief is in medic bay right now.
Shimisi: We're on it. We're also preparing some worker drones to help on the outpost in case the bridge wants to transport them there.
Lida: Excellent! You're handling everything very well, Lieutenant.
For the whole time S'Rrrell stared at the Bajoran, they hadn't seen in... weeks? The chief either had just been here whenever they had looked for her or worked somewhere deep on the bowels of the ship. It should not be such a big deal to see one's chief, but it was in this case. By the great white... how bad must things be if the never-there-Chief came out?
The ship shook as something hit them, luckily S'Rrrrell had a very good sense of balance. A shifting of their tail and leg and they were good. But that shake brought them back into the presence. As much as Lida being around was stunning them, they had work to do. The diagnostic had run through and some contacts may have loosened up which meant they had to go into the console guts to tighten them back up. Climbing underneath to open the panel they once more draped their tail around their leg.
They hears something in the background about energy rising and tachyons, but focused on their own work. A sound began to ring in their ears. Something beeping without interruption, growing louder. It did not make the impression that others heard it, or at least they didn't react.
Shimisi: Should be any time...
When Shimisi suddenly stopped talking S'Rrrell looked up and saw him collabse on the floor. They raised their hand to their badge with the plan to call sick bay.
S'Rrrell: =/\= Engineering to - =/\=
They didn't get any further than that. The ship shook violently, the insides of the console they were still under sparked and practically exploded into their furry face. Not a massive explosion like a bomb or something, but you know - dear reader - like a console explosion. With a hissing growl, S'Rrrell's hands jumped up to protect their face though it was already too late. There were clearly burns that felt like hot knives digging into their flesh.
Lida: Response
Red alert always was high time in Engineering. As soon as the light and klaxon jumped alive the whole department jumped into action, manned the stations and began to spread out the ship to make sure nothing would be out of order for too long. S'Rrrell liked this level of activity, though they also liked when it was quiet and more of a meditative state of work. Nothing of that state was there now.
The ship was shaking here and there, alerts came in, systems that needed more power, rerouting, repair... everyone was busy. That included the Caitian, who currently was half underneath a console that had flickered a few times after the latest hit and did not stop flickering after.
Shimisi: Maybe we can set a narrow transporter beam to the station. We can't boost their shields from here, but we can send repair teams with parts to make repairs to the shield systems. It might give them at least a brief respite, enough for the ship to hold off the attackers.
S'Rrrrell: If you can sparrre teams.
They called out from underneath the console, tail tightly wrapped around their leg so nobody would accidentally step on it.
Shimisi: I'll relay the possibility to the bridge. =/\= Shimisi to Zaka =/\=
Since that was not addressed at them any more, S'Rrrell focused back on their work. Once they were done they climbed out again and checked the console, relieved to find it back working and called out.
S'Rrrrell: Console 5 back in order!
Engineer: Can you check on 9, Parker mentioned it acting up before he had to rush out.
The Caitian grumbled slightly. It was normal that someone would be called out to help somewhere else, but right now it felt annoying. They raised a hand as a sign that they had heard and grabbed their toolbox to head over. They hadn't even run the full diagnose yet when they heard a voice enter that made their ears twitch in confusion.
Lida: Hey! Sorry for the delay. Damage on Deck 6. How are we doing?
Ever so slowly the Caitian raised their head, their tail twitched and a low meow escaped their mouth.
Shimisi: Holding but not much more. They're overloading the shields and we've had some EPS ruptures.
Lida: Has anyone taken damage control steps? I know the interim chief is in medic bay right now.
Shimisi: We're on it. We're also preparing some worker drones to help on the outpost in case the bridge wants to transport them there.
Lida: Excellent! You're handling everything very well, Lieutenant.
For the whole time S'Rrrell stared at the Bajoran, they hadn't seen in... weeks? The chief either had just been here whenever they had looked for her or worked somewhere deep on the bowels of the ship. It should not be such a big deal to see one's chief, but it was in this case. By the great white... how bad must things be if the never-there-Chief came out?
The ship shook as something hit them, luckily S'Rrrrell had a very good sense of balance. A shifting of their tail and leg and they were good. But that shake brought them back into the presence. As much as Lida being around was stunning them, they had work to do. The diagnostic had run through and some contacts may have loosened up which meant they had to go into the console guts to tighten them back up. Climbing underneath to open the panel they once more draped their tail around their leg.
They hears something in the background about energy rising and tachyons, but focused on their own work. A sound began to ring in their ears. Something beeping without interruption, growing louder. It did not make the impression that others heard it, or at least they didn't react.
Shimisi: Should be any time...
When Shimisi suddenly stopped talking S'Rrrell looked up and saw him collabse on the floor. They raised their hand to their badge with the plan to call sick bay.
S'Rrrell: =/\= Engineering to - =/\=
They didn't get any further than that. The ship shook violently, the insides of the console they were still under sparked and practically exploded into their furry face. Not a massive explosion like a bomb or something, but you know - dear reader - like a console explosion. With a hissing growl, S'Rrrell's hands jumped up to protect their face though it was already too late. There were clearly burns that felt like hot knives digging into their flesh.
Lida: Response
Ensign
S'Rrrrell
Engineer
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Commodore Jalana Rajel
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USS Constitution B
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Commodore Jalana Rajel
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USS Constitution B
Image Team Co-Facilitator
A238906JL0
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