Lt Vylaa zh'Tisav: Time To Move
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Andrew B
Oct 2, 2025, 11:04:28 PM (17 hours ago) Oct 2
to Gorkon IC
((Dopterian Cargo Ship, Dockyards, Orbital Ring))
The overhead lights blinked twice, longer the second time. Vylaa guessed the power network, taxed as it were by the crash induced damage, was on it’s last legs. Knowing they had limited time, Vylaa rose to here feet and eyed one of the wall panels still clinging to it’s mount.
The heavy clomp of boots on the deck outside caught their attention. The pair shared a look while they both reached for their phasers. Vylaa trained hers on the doorway, index finger hovering over the trigger.
Cain: It’s Cain, don’t shoot.
The Andorian jerked her phaser to the side, away from the blonde human who had suddenly appeared in the gap in the door panels.
zh’Tisav: Gods, Cain! I almost shot you!
Cain: But you didn’t.
Marshall: Deyari made it out in one piece, then.
zh’Tisav: And it wasn’t too hard to get in? I’d have thought this ship would be locked down by now.
Cain: It is locked down. ::A sly smile played at the corners of her mouth.:: What’s the situation?
zh;Tisav: So far all we’ve found is our friend there, and he’s in no condition to talk… Or walk.
Cain: There’s a whole lot of debris between him and transporter range.
Marshall: That's what I was worried about. We've heard the noises, sounds like it's got worse since we came through.
The zhen approached one of the wall panels that hid much of the ship’s inner workings from view. Firm tug pulled it from the wall. It was quickly apparent to the engineer that the ships owners had cheaped out on the panels; the one in her hands lacked any reinforcments and flexed with every slight movement.
zh’Tisav: ::Laying the panel on the floor.:: If I can salvage some cables we can pull him to transporter range. That’s probably safer than carrying him over uneven deckplates.
Cain: Got it.
Marshall: Definitely. Get what you can. Anything will help at this rate.
zh’Tisav: Are we taking him to the Gorkon or the local doctors?
Cain: Gorkon’s gotten a lot of sickbay traffic lately, but she’s probably still less overwhelmed than the locals.
Marshall: Locals will be inundated with the crash and fire casualties. It'll have to be the Gorkon for now until we know what state their hospital is in.
zh’Tisav: Besides… Klingon medicine for somone in that state is usually some liquor and a “Good luck in Sto’vo’kor.”
She moved back to the panel she had just opened. It had hidden a korelath’s¹ nest of EPS conduits, isolinear circuitry, and ODN lines. The zhen pulled on one of the latter, unspooling a poorly secured line, still attached by it’s two ends to a tap and a subprocessor, respectively.
zh’Tisav: oO So much for cable management...Oo
She reached in, grabbed the two ends by their connectors and twisted. At nearly the same time the ship rumbled and creaked as another section reached it’s breaking point.
zh’Tisav: oO Did I do that…?Oo
Cain: Structural integrity is only going to get worse. If there are any other survivors, we may need a faster solution than dragging them out. Is it not possible to increase transporter range?
Marshall: We might be able to, ::said as she shifted a broken panel to the side,:: if we can find some pattern enhancers. Or figure out what's causing the signal jam.
zh’Tisav: Find the source, maybe. But fixing it in time is another matter. Given that it could be a number of causes...
Marshall: Probably ionised plasma and particulate soup. When the EPS conduits rupture, they dump ionised plasma, which just scatters electromagnetic hash into the atmosphere, trashing the annular confinement beam's signal to noise ratio.
The human commander glanced Vylaa’s way.
zh’Tisav: That would be my guess. We’re not at warp, obviously, the shields aren’t up, and we’re not on a planet with atmospheric distortion.
Cain: Response
Marshall: We can't exactly vent the decks or run the scrubbers either, in case there's more like him waiting to be found. ::She gestured to the Dopterian on the floor, then chewed her lip in thought.:: I mean, we could go with the old school way. If we can find some pattern enhancers, we might be able to create a stabilised pocket.
zh’Tisav: There should be some in the transporter room. That would be the logical place. At least, that’s the SOP on Federation vessels.
Cain: Response
Having contributed her two kossos², Vylaa returned to the task at hand. Kneeling by the panel, two short phaser blasts punched a couple of holes through which she threaded the fiber optic cable. A couple of knots later and they had a way to pull their makeshift sled.
zh’Tisav: Okay, let’s load him up.
Marshall / Cain: response
zh’Tisav: I haven’t seen a transporter room yet, have you? It’s probably further forward, if it’s on this level.
And she hoped it was. With the state the ship was in, the chances that the lift still worked were lower than a snowstorm on Vulcan. Their only other recourse would be to take their patient out the way they’d come in.
Marshall / Cain: response
Once the Dopterian was secure and comfortable, Vylaa gave a test pull, dragging it easily over the small rubble littering the deck. Not totally satisfied, she planted a foot on the thin metal and curled the front edge up with her hands until she had something akin to a tobaggan.
zh’Tisav: Andorians: building sleds since Vulcan still had water.
Marshall / Cain: response
The overhead lights blinked twice, longer the second time. Vylaa guessed the power network, taxed as it were by the crash induced damage, was on it’s last legs. Knowing they had limited time, Vylaa rose to here feet and eyed one of the wall panels still clinging to it’s mount.
The heavy clomp of boots on the deck outside caught their attention. The pair shared a look while they both reached for their phasers. Vylaa trained hers on the doorway, index finger hovering over the trigger.
Cain: It’s Cain, don’t shoot.
The Andorian jerked her phaser to the side, away from the blonde human who had suddenly appeared in the gap in the door panels.
zh’Tisav: Gods, Cain! I almost shot you!
Cain: But you didn’t.
Marshall: Deyari made it out in one piece, then.
zh’Tisav: And it wasn’t too hard to get in? I’d have thought this ship would be locked down by now.
Cain: It is locked down. ::A sly smile played at the corners of her mouth.:: What’s the situation?
zh;Tisav: So far all we’ve found is our friend there, and he’s in no condition to talk… Or walk.
Cain: There’s a whole lot of debris between him and transporter range.
Marshall: That's what I was worried about. We've heard the noises, sounds like it's got worse since we came through.
The zhen approached one of the wall panels that hid much of the ship’s inner workings from view. Firm tug pulled it from the wall. It was quickly apparent to the engineer that the ships owners had cheaped out on the panels; the one in her hands lacked any reinforcments and flexed with every slight movement.
zh’Tisav: ::Laying the panel on the floor.:: If I can salvage some cables we can pull him to transporter range. That’s probably safer than carrying him over uneven deckplates.
Cain: Got it.
Marshall: Definitely. Get what you can. Anything will help at this rate.
zh’Tisav: Are we taking him to the Gorkon or the local doctors?
Cain: Gorkon’s gotten a lot of sickbay traffic lately, but she’s probably still less overwhelmed than the locals.
Marshall: Locals will be inundated with the crash and fire casualties. It'll have to be the Gorkon for now until we know what state their hospital is in.
zh’Tisav: Besides… Klingon medicine for somone in that state is usually some liquor and a “Good luck in Sto’vo’kor.”
She moved back to the panel she had just opened. It had hidden a korelath’s¹ nest of EPS conduits, isolinear circuitry, and ODN lines. The zhen pulled on one of the latter, unspooling a poorly secured line, still attached by it’s two ends to a tap and a subprocessor, respectively.
zh’Tisav: oO So much for cable management...Oo
She reached in, grabbed the two ends by their connectors and twisted. At nearly the same time the ship rumbled and creaked as another section reached it’s breaking point.
zh’Tisav: oO Did I do that…?Oo
Cain: Structural integrity is only going to get worse. If there are any other survivors, we may need a faster solution than dragging them out. Is it not possible to increase transporter range?
Marshall: We might be able to, ::said as she shifted a broken panel to the side,:: if we can find some pattern enhancers. Or figure out what's causing the signal jam.
zh’Tisav: Find the source, maybe. But fixing it in time is another matter. Given that it could be a number of causes...
Marshall: Probably ionised plasma and particulate soup. When the EPS conduits rupture, they dump ionised plasma, which just scatters electromagnetic hash into the atmosphere, trashing the annular confinement beam's signal to noise ratio.
The human commander glanced Vylaa’s way.
zh’Tisav: That would be my guess. We’re not at warp, obviously, the shields aren’t up, and we’re not on a planet with atmospheric distortion.
Cain: Response
Marshall: We can't exactly vent the decks or run the scrubbers either, in case there's more like him waiting to be found. ::She gestured to the Dopterian on the floor, then chewed her lip in thought.:: I mean, we could go with the old school way. If we can find some pattern enhancers, we might be able to create a stabilised pocket.
zh’Tisav: There should be some in the transporter room. That would be the logical place. At least, that’s the SOP on Federation vessels.
Cain: Response
Having contributed her two kossos², Vylaa returned to the task at hand. Kneeling by the panel, two short phaser blasts punched a couple of holes through which she threaded the fiber optic cable. A couple of knots later and they had a way to pull their makeshift sled.
zh’Tisav: Okay, let’s load him up.
Marshall / Cain: response
zh’Tisav: I haven’t seen a transporter room yet, have you? It’s probably further forward, if it’s on this level.
And she hoped it was. With the state the ship was in, the chances that the lift still worked were lower than a snowstorm on Vulcan. Their only other recourse would be to take their patient out the way they’d come in.
Marshall / Cain: response
Once the Dopterian was secure and comfortable, Vylaa gave a test pull, dragging it easily over the small rubble littering the deck. Not totally satisfied, she planted a foot on the thin metal and curled the front edge up with her hands until she had something akin to a tobaggan.
zh’Tisav: Andorians: building sleds since Vulcan still had water.
Marshall / Cain: response
²Kossos: The standard Andorian unit of currency
Lt Vylaa zh'Tisav
Engineering Specialist
USS Gorkon
C238601TB0
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