Lt. Commander Solaris McLaren - Not the Craziest Thing Shes Ever Done.
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Feb 8, 2026, 9:57:44 AM (3 days ago) Feb 8
to StarBase 118 Ops a Star Trek PBEM RPG
(( The Hub - StarBase 118 ))
McLaren: And I think we have a runabout to get to.
sh'Sonora: What was the old terran saying? Kick the tires and light the fires?
McLaren: If we put in the requisition with Operations, we should have all the materials we need once we arrive... they're staggeringly efficient.
Munshi: I’ve found that Ops efficiency is one of the few reliable constants in this sector. I’ll follow you to Bay 5, ma'am, once I’ve verified the dampener synchronization with the Zambezi’s mission module. We don't want any power fluctuations while we're operating the heavy equipment.
sh'Sonora: WIth your permission, Sir, I’d like to get started now.
Sol nodded to Mi'shune.
Munshi: She seems... motivated. I hope the hypospray’s recovery rate is as stable as it looks.
McLaren: She'll be ok... Ryden seemed to get her hangover under control...
Sol shrugged heading for Shuttle Bay 5 with Alok tagging along behind.
(( Shuttle Bay 5 - StarBase 118 ))
While Alok tended to the runabout and making sure they were set, she was discussing a few final bits of information before they could get out to the hull. Then she heard the runabout power up and lift off.
McLaren: oO Strange... shouldn't we be on that... Oo :: She turned to look as he badge chirped. ::
Munshi: =/\= Munshi to Commander McLaren, we have an unexpected variable. The Zambezi has made uncontrolled contact with the primary hull at Bay 5. The craft is pinned. =/\=
Sol's eyes widened. The craft had only just powered up and lifted off. How could it have already become so entangled.
Munshi: =/\= I’m heading to Bay 7. We need that work bee for stabilization now. If we don't counter the lurch, we’re going to lose the integrity of the Zambezi’s nacelle and the pilot simultaneously. =/\=
McLaren: =/\= Understood. I'll rally a team here... =/\=
Of course she didnt yet know what that meant. She exited out of the shuttle bay's control room seeing just the barest hint of Alok as he was exiting the bay. She headed for the ladder down to the main deck and quickly slid down it, where several other crew members were waiting. She pointed to them, not stopping her motion toward the equipment lockers on the other side of the bay.
McLaren: I need another work bee prepped and standing by. The rest of you prep EVA suits with thruster packs.
The group looked startled for a moment then leapt into action one heading off in the same direction as Alok had while the rest followed her tot he equipment lockers. She hadn't been expecting to EVA so soon, but 118 had quite the way of making things happen. She readhed up behind her head and shifted her hair into a much flatter bun, rather than the tail she had tied it up into. Even with her hair so long she had managed to find a way that was able to fit within a standard EVA helm. She pried one of the equipment lockers open and dug around inside for a moment before pulling out a standard issue EVA suit. She she was prepping her self she listened in on the comm line.
Munshi: =/\= Ensign sh’Sonora, this is Ensign Munshi in the Work Bee. You are at StarBase 118, Bay 5 coordinates. Your shuttle is stationary, but the port nacelle is currently acting as a lever against the primary hull. =/\=
Munshi: =/\= Mi'shune, I need you to listen to the timbre of my voice. The variables are shifting, but they are still under our control. Do not attempt to engage thrusters. I am going to apply a counter-thrust and clamp the Zambezi to the station's magnetic grid. =/\=
McLaren: =/\= That's right Ensign. Keep calm, we'll have you out of there soon. =/\=
sh’Sonora: =/\= Response(s)? =/\=
Munshi: =/\= What do you mean who am I? We just met a couple of minutes ago…
sh’Sonora: =/\= Response(s)? =/\=
Sol frowned. Had her hangover been more serious thant asnyone had thought? No surely Ryden wouldnt have let her continue on without being sure she was at least capable of doing her job and Mi'shune had seemed fine, if not a touch eager as she had left for the runabout.
Sol unzipped her boots and pulled them off hucking them into the locker and then quickly squeezed out of her skant. There was no time to be modest as she changed into the suit. She she pulled the suit itself on, she adjusted it for a better fit before sealing herself in for the time being. The helmet came last, sliding over her head and sealing against the maglock around her neck. She felt the suit pressurize and looked down at her wrist, where a small display sprang to life, showing her oxygen supply. She looked to the pair of crew members that were with her. Each was donning a thruster pack before turning to help her into hers. Once it connected with her suits internal systems it appeared on the display as well.
There was no time to wait as she and the other crew hurried toward the mag-con field that was keeping the bay pressurized. She peered out into space, and could see the runabout and work bee already, not too far away from the bay door. She frowned. Zero-G training hat not been her favourite portion of the academy. But she was short on time and this somehow was not the craziest thing she had ever done in her career. She nodded to the pair with her and then stepped through the field. The almost instant feeling of becoming weightless was certainly a unique feeling. She let herself floot free of the station for a moment before tapping a control on her wrist to stabilize herself with the thrusters. She gave another command and began to direct herself toward the runabout and workbee.
Munshi: =/\= Ensign, keep your hands away from the helm. I’ve got you. Commander McLaren, the Bee is in position. I am attempting to stabilize the Zambezi before the hull integrity drops below the safety threshold. I suspect we’re going to need a second Bee and an EVA team for the extraction. =/\=
McLaren: =/\= Already ahead of you, Ensign. Look up. =/\=
sh'Sonora/Munshi: Response?
McLaren: =/\= Theyre already prepping another workbee now... but it'll probably take a few minutes. =/\=
sh'Sonora/Munshi: Response?
Sol tapped a series of commands into the display on her wrist and directed herself toward the cockpit of the runabout, slowly floating in front of the viewports.
McLaren: =/\= How are you doing Ensign sh'Sonora? =/\=
sh'Sonora: Response?
Sol frowned slightly.
McLaren: =/\= What is the last thing you do remember? =/\=
sh'Sonora: Response?
Sol kept her voice level and calm as she floated within view of the runabouts cockpit. She could see Mi'shune inside and she was probably already terrified, there was no need to add to it.
McLaren: =/\= Ok, ok, Mi'shune. Once the other work bee gets here we'll get the runabout extracted and get you safely back aboard the station... then try and figure out what happened. =/\=
sh'Sonora/Munshi: Response?
McLaren: And I think we have a runabout to get to.
sh'Sonora: What was the old terran saying? Kick the tires and light the fires?
McLaren: If we put in the requisition with Operations, we should have all the materials we need once we arrive... they're staggeringly efficient.
Munshi: I’ve found that Ops efficiency is one of the few reliable constants in this sector. I’ll follow you to Bay 5, ma'am, once I’ve verified the dampener synchronization with the Zambezi’s mission module. We don't want any power fluctuations while we're operating the heavy equipment.
sh'Sonora: WIth your permission, Sir, I’d like to get started now.
Sol nodded to Mi'shune.
Munshi: She seems... motivated. I hope the hypospray’s recovery rate is as stable as it looks.
McLaren: She'll be ok... Ryden seemed to get her hangover under control...
Sol shrugged heading for Shuttle Bay 5 with Alok tagging along behind.
(( Shuttle Bay 5 - StarBase 118 ))
While Alok tended to the runabout and making sure they were set, she was discussing a few final bits of information before they could get out to the hull. Then she heard the runabout power up and lift off.
McLaren: oO Strange... shouldn't we be on that... Oo :: She turned to look as he badge chirped. ::
Munshi: =/\= Munshi to Commander McLaren, we have an unexpected variable. The Zambezi has made uncontrolled contact with the primary hull at Bay 5. The craft is pinned. =/\=
Sol's eyes widened. The craft had only just powered up and lifted off. How could it have already become so entangled.
Munshi: =/\= I’m heading to Bay 7. We need that work bee for stabilization now. If we don't counter the lurch, we’re going to lose the integrity of the Zambezi’s nacelle and the pilot simultaneously. =/\=
McLaren: =/\= Understood. I'll rally a team here... =/\=
Of course she didnt yet know what that meant. She exited out of the shuttle bay's control room seeing just the barest hint of Alok as he was exiting the bay. She headed for the ladder down to the main deck and quickly slid down it, where several other crew members were waiting. She pointed to them, not stopping her motion toward the equipment lockers on the other side of the bay.
McLaren: I need another work bee prepped and standing by. The rest of you prep EVA suits with thruster packs.
The group looked startled for a moment then leapt into action one heading off in the same direction as Alok had while the rest followed her tot he equipment lockers. She hadn't been expecting to EVA so soon, but 118 had quite the way of making things happen. She readhed up behind her head and shifted her hair into a much flatter bun, rather than the tail she had tied it up into. Even with her hair so long she had managed to find a way that was able to fit within a standard EVA helm. She pried one of the equipment lockers open and dug around inside for a moment before pulling out a standard issue EVA suit. She she was prepping her self she listened in on the comm line.
Munshi: =/\= Ensign sh’Sonora, this is Ensign Munshi in the Work Bee. You are at StarBase 118, Bay 5 coordinates. Your shuttle is stationary, but the port nacelle is currently acting as a lever against the primary hull. =/\=
Munshi: =/\= Mi'shune, I need you to listen to the timbre of my voice. The variables are shifting, but they are still under our control. Do not attempt to engage thrusters. I am going to apply a counter-thrust and clamp the Zambezi to the station's magnetic grid. =/\=
McLaren: =/\= That's right Ensign. Keep calm, we'll have you out of there soon. =/\=
sh’Sonora: =/\= Response(s)? =/\=
Munshi: =/\= What do you mean who am I? We just met a couple of minutes ago…
sh’Sonora: =/\= Response(s)? =/\=
Sol frowned. Had her hangover been more serious thant asnyone had thought? No surely Ryden wouldnt have let her continue on without being sure she was at least capable of doing her job and Mi'shune had seemed fine, if not a touch eager as she had left for the runabout.
Sol unzipped her boots and pulled them off hucking them into the locker and then quickly squeezed out of her skant. There was no time to be modest as she changed into the suit. She she pulled the suit itself on, she adjusted it for a better fit before sealing herself in for the time being. The helmet came last, sliding over her head and sealing against the maglock around her neck. She felt the suit pressurize and looked down at her wrist, where a small display sprang to life, showing her oxygen supply. She looked to the pair of crew members that were with her. Each was donning a thruster pack before turning to help her into hers. Once it connected with her suits internal systems it appeared on the display as well.
There was no time to wait as she and the other crew hurried toward the mag-con field that was keeping the bay pressurized. She peered out into space, and could see the runabout and work bee already, not too far away from the bay door. She frowned. Zero-G training hat not been her favourite portion of the academy. But she was short on time and this somehow was not the craziest thing she had ever done in her career. She nodded to the pair with her and then stepped through the field. The almost instant feeling of becoming weightless was certainly a unique feeling. She let herself floot free of the station for a moment before tapping a control on her wrist to stabilize herself with the thrusters. She gave another command and began to direct herself toward the runabout and workbee.
Munshi: =/\= Ensign, keep your hands away from the helm. I’ve got you. Commander McLaren, the Bee is in position. I am attempting to stabilize the Zambezi before the hull integrity drops below the safety threshold. I suspect we’re going to need a second Bee and an EVA team for the extraction. =/\=
McLaren: =/\= Already ahead of you, Ensign. Look up. =/\=
sh'Sonora/Munshi: Response?
McLaren: =/\= Theyre already prepping another workbee now... but it'll probably take a few minutes. =/\=
sh'Sonora/Munshi: Response?
Sol tapped a series of commands into the display on her wrist and directed herself toward the cockpit of the runabout, slowly floating in front of the viewports.
McLaren: =/\= How are you doing Ensign sh'Sonora? =/\=
sh'Sonora: Response?
Sol frowned slightly.
McLaren: =/\= What is the last thing you do remember? =/\=
sh'Sonora: Response?
Sol kept her voice level and calm as she floated within view of the runabouts cockpit. She could see Mi'shune inside and she was probably already terrified, there was no need to add to it.
McLaren: =/\= Ok, ok, Mi'shune. Once the other work bee gets here we'll get the runabout extracted and get you safely back aboard the station... then try and figure out what happened. =/\=
sh'Sonora/Munshi: Response?
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