LT Toxin Arlill: Snatch and Grab
Erik Johnson
(( Operations Center, Deck 5, USS 'Oumuamua ))
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.
Toxin only had a few moments to admire far his room mate had come in only a few months, he was confident that he’d be lead of any department on this ship before long, if he put his mind to it and his emotions aside. He watched as 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?
It was a seriously good idea, Toxin was a little disapointed that he hadn’t thought of it himself. For less than a millisecond he looked at the big guy across the table and wondered if he was gunning for his job.
Rouiancet: Not at all, I'm here to help.
Toxin had confidence in Lia’s abilities, she’d proven herself on the last mission and that wasn’t even necessary based on her track record.
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!
Toxin watched as the information had arrived. They all could see the cascade on the holographic display.
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?
Herrick: =/\= I do, Lieutenant. =/\=
Herrick: =/\= I have Shevon Sherlock with me. The EPS conduits seem to be failing up on Deck A for some unknown reason.
oO Who the hell was Shevon? That was irrelevant right now, but a thought to investigate later. Oo
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.
A small build up is better than a catastrophic failure that takes half of DS9 with it, Toxin was open to any ideas at this very moment.
Nilsen: (quietly) on it sir
Shevon: Response
Arlill: =/\= We’re working a potential solution, stand by. =/\=
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: Response
Toxin took only a split moment to look up at Lhandon and recognize this problem was bigger than any of them were going to solve quick enough to stave off destruction.
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. =/\=
Arlill: =/\= I don’t we have a choice (beat) we need to. =/\=
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. =/\=
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. =/\=
Arlill: Where’s that transporter chief ::looking around intently::
Shevon/Herrick: =/\= Responses =/\=
Rouiancet: =/\= Proceed with manual detachment. =/\=
Toxin’s eyes made contact with Lhandons and for a moment they both exchanged words without moving a muscle, without making a sound, they both knew that somehow this crew had failed their ship.
Arlill: =/\= Begin with the detachment protocols, we’ll shut down turbolifts and severe conduit connections simultaneously. =/\=
Toxin knew this was the only way they were going to do this quick enough.
Shevon/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.
Rouiancet/Shevon/Herrick: =/\= Responses (if wanted)=/\=
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=/\=
Arlill: =/\= Don’t think this is going to get you out of paying up for that last poker game! =/\=
They had never actually played poker together, but Toxin knew, at a moment like this, everyone needed to breath, or things were really going to go fubar.
Rouiancet/Shevon/Herrick: Responses (if wanted)
Nilsen: Tox, can I dispatch a shuttle to beam them out if they get trapped?
Toxin looked long at Nilsen, there wasn’t much left to do here, they had only moments to spare and there was no time for an argument, but it was going to take some skilled piloting and quick action on the transporter if this was going to work, and Toxin wasn’t ready to send another one of his crew on this mission, he already felt responsible for Josh’s and this new officer’s safety.
Arlill: ::pausing for a moment, then looking at Nilsen:: No (beat) you and I need to do this, we’re more likely to succeed together. ::to Lia:: Commander, can you take charge here? We’ve severed the connections we needed to and were able to from here, it’s up to Josh and his new engineer.
Arlill: =/\= Toxin to Josh ::formality out the door:: we’re on our way, as soon as you sever that connection you’ll be cut off, stand by for a beam out. =/\= ::looking at Nilsen:: Let’s do this. ****
Rouiancet/Shevon/Herrick: Responses (if wanted)
(( ooc: I wasn’t sure how much more to play this part out, so please feel free to add more tags. ))
Toxin and Nilsen were in the shuttle as fast as the site to site transporters could cycle, he was glad they’d installed the feature, even better, he was glad to find that Nilsen had remotely triggered the start up on the shuttle, it was already hovering over the deck and they’d been beamed in directly, this was something he’d have to commend Lhando for later.
Toxin reached for the helm, but paused, grabbed the chair and gestured Lhandon to get in it, and by the expression he was giving the jolly green giant, he was telling him “to get his arse int he seat and make this happen.”
Arlill: ::sitting at the co-pilot position:: I’m pulling up the transporter, I have a lock on the two of them, but there’s a lot of interference.
Nilsen: Response
TBC / Tags!
LTJG Toxin Arlill
Helm, Operations, & Communications Officer
USS 'Oumuamua NCC-81226
Writer ID.: O239910TA4