Ensign Lhandon Joseph Nilsen - I Couldn’t Do That Run
Lhandon Nilsen
(( Operations Center, Deck 5, USS 'Oumuamua ))
There was so much more that Nilsen had needed to talk about. He had found a certain level of trust in Rouiancet, the two had been brought together during their last mission and she instantly gained Nilsen’s respect.
But of course…nothing was ever simple on the Oumuamua because there were, I don’t know, 4238 crises happening right then.
They had made their way immediately to the Operations Centre, this was Lhandon’s little playset bridge and somewhere where he knew he could be helpful.
Toxin Arlill had already been working when Nilsen and Rouiancet arrived and they saw that the mission pod had gone boom.
Mission pods should not go boom!
Arlill: Get the transporter chief down here, I want every transporter manned and ready for evacuations should the order be given.
Lhandon's eyes glanced at Arlill. It was the right move, but the thought of that order being given was one that came with a dread in the pit of his stomach.
Rouiancet: I'll get word to Isslai.
Nilsen: The single damage control team we have on board are responding but they’re having trouble getting through.
Of course, there was just one. You didn't really need damage control in a space dock.
Arlill: (to the sens-ops officer) Do we have any sensors at all? (to Lhandon) If you can reach that response team, tell them to hold fast at access tube 38 baker, we need to make sure whatever is causing this has finished.
Rouiancet: And figure out what caused it in the first place.
Nilsen: On it sirs.
Nilsen's fingers had flown across the panels and in seconds, he received a response.
Nilsen: Damage control teams holding at access tube 38 baker and standing. K'Lara in command. I have an idea. I think I can get the computer to trace the explosions back to the first spark. There should be a log somewhere.
Arlill: A good idea Lhando (looking at Rouiancet) do you mind lending him a hand commander?
Rouiancet: Not at all, I'm here to help.
Nilsen: It’s appreciated commander. =/\= Computer, access the locations of all explosions on the mission pod and their timestamps down to thousandths of a second, and list them on this terminal.=/\=
The computer chirped
Arlill: A great idea!
The information had arrived. Lhandon started looking through the cascade of logs and brought them up on the holographic display. He had an idea, but it was still forming. At that moment, Arlill went on the comms.
Arlill: =/\= Arlill to Herrick, do you read me. (beat) Josh, do you copy? =/\=
Nilsen: I don’t think comms are working up there.
Arlill: I don’t care, we need a report and we need it now, the commodore will no doubt be calling on me in second to give a report, (beat) can anyone tell me what happened? Are we under attack?
In other words, fix it now.
Herrick: =/\= I do, Lieutenant. =/\=
Or let it fix itself.
Herrick: =/\= I have Shevon Sherlock with me. The EPS conduits seem to be failing up on Deck A for some unknown reason.
Rouiancet: (quietly, to Nilsen) EPS systems. Let's shut off the primary and secondary plasma distribution networks at the MARA. It'll cause a temporary buildup, but better than having more explosions.
Nilsen: (quietly) on it sir
Lhandon went to work. He knew where the systems were and how to shut them off at the MARA; it was almost common knowledge to an ops officer how to access the distribution network. In a few moments, as the others were talking, he first took the secondary distribution network offline. He did this to prevent it from kicking in when the primary network went down.
Shevon/Arlill: =/\= Response =/\=
Nilsen: (to Rouiancet) Secondary down, working on primary now, I’m having some trouble but I’ll get it done.
Herrick: =/\= You mean it’s happening on all three decks? What about Deck D... Delta? =/\=
Shevon/Arlill: =/\= Response =/\=
Herrick: =/\= If we can’t determine why it’s cascading, then we’re going to need to detach the pod manually from the catamaran using the interior pneumatic release on Delta. It takes two, and if my colleague here is willing to, we might be able to separate it from the ship and stem it off… (another cavernous explosion) before we take out us, and a good part of DS9. =/\=
As Rouiancet spoke, Nilsen gave a look that said I’m still trying.
Rouiancet: =/\= This is Rouiancet. Lieutenant, we're trying to shut down the EPS network directly, but (with a glance at Nilsen for confirmation) we're having trouble getting through. (beat, more glances around) That plan might be best. =/\=
Lhandon had some extra information
Nilsen: :Tapping his combadge:: =/\= Herrick, Sherlock, if you do this, you will have 15 seconds at the most to get out and into the catamaran. I…I know I couldn’t do that run. =/\=
Shevon/Arlill/Herrick: =/\= Responses =/\=
Rouiancet: =/\= Proceed with manual detachment. =/\=
Lhandon trusted her, and after patching things up with Herrick, he had earned some of Lhandon's trust back as well. Lhandon had known this was the right thing to do. It was better to cut off the limb to save the body. Losing a mission pod was preferable to losing the entire ship. However, attaching a mission pod was meant to be a regular, laid-back affair, done in a space dock with a checklist, procedures, and red tape, not in less than a minute. while under threat of boom!
Shevon/Arlill/Herrick: =/\= Responses (if wanted)=/\=
Nilsen: I can’t get the primary power plasma distribution network down fully, it’s still 60% online, but we can detach the pod. It will just be more dramatic. I’m pulling the damage control teams away.
Lhandon typed commands into the console and a moment later, there was a beep to acknowledge the request. He hadn't realized it at the time, but this was the first order that he had created himself, based on the information he had at hand. He had passed it over to K'Lara, who certainly outranked him, but he was moving them out of harm's way from a danger that would soon come to light.
Rouiancet/Shevon/Arlill/Herrick: =/\= Responses (if wanted)=/\=
Lhandon loved the holographic displays; they could show all the information he could ever want, and he was sure he had seen Promontory sneaking around at some point to get some for himself. He knew that there had been a request from Avander for some new displays, and after the mess of Denali, Nilsen had felt bad and put his request at the top of the list. Tobats had been drunk at the time, so it was easy to slip that through.
Nilsen: =/\= When you two are in position. Let me know, and I’ll do everything I need to here. ::beat:: And Josh…good luck mate=/\=
Rouiancet/Shevon/Arlill/Herrick: Responses (if wanted)
Nilsen: Tox, can I dispatch a shuttle to beam them out if they get trapped?
What he didn’t say was “Tox, can I fly that shuttle because I'm the only person on the Oumuamua who is stupid enough to fly a shuttle that close to something that is about to explode”.
Rouiancet/Shevon/Arlill/Herrick: Responses (if wanted)
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Ensign Lhandon Joseph Nilsen
HCO
USS Oumuamua
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