Ensign Ysatch Tori -- Deadly rain
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Patrick Hogan
Jun 19, 2026, 12:07:19 PM (5 days ago) Jun 19
to PBEM SB 118 Ops
((Somewhere in the Temurian Asteroid Field, MFT Maximum Thrusters))
Foster: Alright, let’s do it. And we better get moving.
sh’Sonora: Then seat belts, helmets, and EVA suits on, everyone. You’re not gonna like flight without the inertial dampers online, much less getting sucked through a latinum-slip sized hole in the hull while being turned into the universe’s goriest sausage. Happy thoughts now! Here we go!
Tori was already on his way to the locker where the EVA suits were. He had spent the vast majority of his life living in man-made structures in space. It had been drilled into him from an early age the dangers of explosive decompression. It actually was a big relief to have that extra layer of security, even though he knew that it would not stop a fast moving projectile that made it through the ship's hull.
He immediately saw the problem the suit was going to create. Holding and interacting with the PADD he had been using in lieu of his busted console was going to be very difficult with the bulky fingers of the vac suit. A few buttons on the PADD and the arm-mounted suit controls and the inside of his helmet lit up with an LCARS interface. He had successfully transferred his makeshift virtual Ops station to the suit's HUD. This was actually way better than the PADD. Made him look like he was actually working on something as opposed to just reading a book while everyone else on the bridge was working.
sh’Sonora: Yaaahhhoooo!!!
Tori waited until Mi'shune had fired her final burn from the engines, then began to draw power away from them and the deflector
Ysatch: Okay, anyone whose sensors are looking for a starship aren't going to find one starting now.
As soon as the deflector cut out, the noises began. It reminded Tori of the first time it had rained after he moved to San Francisco, the droplets leaving a soft pitter-pattering on the roof. The sound had terrified him. If you live on a starbase you generally do not ever want to hear noises coming from the outside. His roommate had explained to him that there was nothing to fear. It was just harmless water
That was not the case this time.
Each pitter-patter was a tiny rock testing just how well-made the hull of the ship was. Not for the first time this mission, Tori silently thanked Zel for keeping the Bay 42 ships in tip-top shape.
Foster: Watch the structural integrity!
A loud crack echoed above the susurrus -- a larger fragment striking the hull and partially breaching it. No immediate danger, but if it wasn't taken care of it would drain the structural integrity field as well as their oxygen.
sh’Sonora: ::The artificial antennae from her flight helmet point towards the growing crack.:: I can’t take my hands off the stick! Can someone take care of that for me?
Before Tori could consider it, Commander Foster was already in motion towards the bridge engineering kit.
Foster: I’ll patch, Tori, get just enough power to maintain the structural integrity field on the fore of the Thrusters.
Ysatch: Aye sir, the one good news is we have power to spare right now.
All of the energy that normally would be going into the navigational deflector and engines, Tori redirected into the structural integrity field. Like invisible sutures holding a wound closed, the internal forcefield kept the breach from widening further.
sh’Sonora: Made it! YES!
Foster: Excellent. Get us within transporter range.
Ysatch: In range now. Targeting sensors showing our crew and thirty Temurians on board.
sh’Sonora: ?
Foster: As soon as we take on the refugees, the Pidgeon is headed towards the planet. With any luck they will draw any potential attention.
Ysatch: I really hope we're being overcautious here and there isn't any attention to draw.
sh’Sonora: ?
Foster: Exactly, let them draw attention, put our shields up and get back to the Temurian settlement as fast as possible.
Ysatch: ::does a quick check of the systems:: We really made out about as well as I could've hoped. Other than that one breach, the ship's hull weathered most of the damage without difficult. Very much looking forward to powering the deflector back up.
sh’Sonora: ?
Foster: Then we have to get repairs underway so we can get ourselves home!
Ysatch: Right, at the very least, we will need to do something about the warp core.
sh’Sonora: ?
His interface chirped at him. Beaming thirty individuals all at once was not an easy task, but the computer had completed the lock and was now ready to go.
Ysatch: =/\= Thrusters to Pigeon. Just say the word and we'll beam out the Temurian refugees. =/\=
Any on the Pigeon: =/\= ?
The three bars to initialize transport appeared on the inside of his helmet. He reached his hand out in the air, his index, middle and ring finger extended and began to drag them up. Given that the refugees were going from the shuttle to the Thruster's cargo bay, it felt strange not to hear any of the customary sounds of a successful beam-out. But as the bars rose and then fell, the computer indicated that the transport had indeed been successful.
Ysatch: Transport complete. Captain, we have 30 Temurians in our cargo hold.
Foster: ?
He brought up the ship's power management screen and began rearranging everything.
Ysatch: Deflector back online. Shields up. Impulse engines heating up. The ship is ready to move any time.
The pitter-patter of micrometeorites against their hull gave way to the thrum of the deflector once again pushing back any debris from their hull.
Foster/sh'Sonora: ?
----
Ensign Ysatch Tori
Com/Ops Officer
StarBase 118 Ops
O240303TY1
Foster: Alright, let’s do it. And we better get moving.
sh’Sonora: Then seat belts, helmets, and EVA suits on, everyone. You’re not gonna like flight without the inertial dampers online, much less getting sucked through a latinum-slip sized hole in the hull while being turned into the universe’s goriest sausage. Happy thoughts now! Here we go!
Tori was already on his way to the locker where the EVA suits were. He had spent the vast majority of his life living in man-made structures in space. It had been drilled into him from an early age the dangers of explosive decompression. It actually was a big relief to have that extra layer of security, even though he knew that it would not stop a fast moving projectile that made it through the ship's hull.
He immediately saw the problem the suit was going to create. Holding and interacting with the PADD he had been using in lieu of his busted console was going to be very difficult with the bulky fingers of the vac suit. A few buttons on the PADD and the arm-mounted suit controls and the inside of his helmet lit up with an LCARS interface. He had successfully transferred his makeshift virtual Ops station to the suit's HUD. This was actually way better than the PADD. Made him look like he was actually working on something as opposed to just reading a book while everyone else on the bridge was working.
sh’Sonora: Yaaahhhoooo!!!
Tori waited until Mi'shune had fired her final burn from the engines, then began to draw power away from them and the deflector
Ysatch: Okay, anyone whose sensors are looking for a starship aren't going to find one starting now.
As soon as the deflector cut out, the noises began. It reminded Tori of the first time it had rained after he moved to San Francisco, the droplets leaving a soft pitter-pattering on the roof. The sound had terrified him. If you live on a starbase you generally do not ever want to hear noises coming from the outside. His roommate had explained to him that there was nothing to fear. It was just harmless water
That was not the case this time.
Each pitter-patter was a tiny rock testing just how well-made the hull of the ship was. Not for the first time this mission, Tori silently thanked Zel for keeping the Bay 42 ships in tip-top shape.
Foster: Watch the structural integrity!
A loud crack echoed above the susurrus -- a larger fragment striking the hull and partially breaching it. No immediate danger, but if it wasn't taken care of it would drain the structural integrity field as well as their oxygen.
sh’Sonora: ::The artificial antennae from her flight helmet point towards the growing crack.:: I can’t take my hands off the stick! Can someone take care of that for me?
Before Tori could consider it, Commander Foster was already in motion towards the bridge engineering kit.
Foster: I’ll patch, Tori, get just enough power to maintain the structural integrity field on the fore of the Thrusters.
Ysatch: Aye sir, the one good news is we have power to spare right now.
All of the energy that normally would be going into the navigational deflector and engines, Tori redirected into the structural integrity field. Like invisible sutures holding a wound closed, the internal forcefield kept the breach from widening further.
sh’Sonora: Made it! YES!
Foster: Excellent. Get us within transporter range.
Ysatch: In range now. Targeting sensors showing our crew and thirty Temurians on board.
sh’Sonora: ?
Foster: As soon as we take on the refugees, the Pidgeon is headed towards the planet. With any luck they will draw any potential attention.
Ysatch: I really hope we're being overcautious here and there isn't any attention to draw.
sh’Sonora: ?
Foster: Exactly, let them draw attention, put our shields up and get back to the Temurian settlement as fast as possible.
Ysatch: ::does a quick check of the systems:: We really made out about as well as I could've hoped. Other than that one breach, the ship's hull weathered most of the damage without difficult. Very much looking forward to powering the deflector back up.
sh’Sonora: ?
Foster: Then we have to get repairs underway so we can get ourselves home!
Ysatch: Right, at the very least, we will need to do something about the warp core.
sh’Sonora: ?
His interface chirped at him. Beaming thirty individuals all at once was not an easy task, but the computer had completed the lock and was now ready to go.
Ysatch: =/\= Thrusters to Pigeon. Just say the word and we'll beam out the Temurian refugees. =/\=
Any on the Pigeon: =/\= ?
The three bars to initialize transport appeared on the inside of his helmet. He reached his hand out in the air, his index, middle and ring finger extended and began to drag them up. Given that the refugees were going from the shuttle to the Thruster's cargo bay, it felt strange not to hear any of the customary sounds of a successful beam-out. But as the bars rose and then fell, the computer indicated that the transport had indeed been successful.
Ysatch: Transport complete. Captain, we have 30 Temurians in our cargo hold.
Foster: ?
He brought up the ship's power management screen and began rearranging everything.
Ysatch: Deflector back online. Shields up. Impulse engines heating up. The ship is ready to move any time.
The pitter-patter of micrometeorites against their hull gave way to the thrum of the deflector once again pushing back any debris from their hull.
Foster/sh'Sonora: ?
----
Ensign Ysatch Tori
Com/Ops Officer
StarBase 118 Ops
O240303TY1
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