LT Toxin Arlill: le Boom
Erik Johnson
(( Operations Centre, Deck 5, USS ‘Oumuamua ))
The air of ops was a welcome change from the hubbub Toxin had to tolerate on the quick and busy deep space station. He was grateful for the opportunity to spend some time with the new science officer who bore his same complexion, and he always enjoyed the opportunity to swap tech ideas with that brilliant young civilian mind of Zarah’s, but Toxin was not much of a gossiper and he liked big crowds even a bit less. The station-side trip had been fraught with a new level of excitement that Toxin was good letting happen never so often. As his thoughts began to wander his hand throbbed just enough to pull him back into the present.
Toxin now stood in his office drinking a coffee and looking out across the OC admiring the creation that Lhandon had so brilliantly helped facilitate and he now was in charge of. He turned, crossing the room to his desk, he placed his coffee and sat down behind the desk. His eyes drifted back towards the mug as a perplexing image crossed his vision, the coffee in the glass shook causing rings to form, then again, oO What was that? Oo He only had to wonder for moments longer as the lights turned from a warm translucence to a crimson red glow, the ships klaxon began it’s retched wale.
Stepping quickly to his office door and out into the general area of the OC, an explosion rang out from above and the holo emitters for the center work station came crashing down to the floor. A second array of emitters immediately came online and cast a 3d model of the Oumuamua onto the center table.
Arlill: Report!
Ops Crewman: Not sure yet sir, we’re just starting to get reports of explosio… (beat) Sir, they’re coming from Decks A-D, (beat) err, we’re receiving alerts from those decks.
Another round of shakes shook the OC and a console on the starboard side of the room exploded in a magnificent cast of sparks and smoke, an officer blow back out of their seat, collapsing to a motionless spot on the floor.
Arlill: Seal all emergency bulkheads and alert repair and SARs teams.
Ops Crewman: Yes sir, dispatching teams.
For a fleeting moment a thought crossed Toxin’s mind, oO Where is Nilsen, is he off duty? Is he on board? Is he on those decks? Oo
Arlill: Get me a personnel status for those de (beat) ::distracted by two guests entering Ops::
A sense of relief came over him, if only for a moment, as his roomy entered the room.
Nilsen: What happened Tox? How can we help?
Arlill: Get on that console ::pointing to the opposite side of the table across from him:: get me a status report for those decks.
Nilsen: Decks A through D have hull breaches, Deck E has heavy damage but forcefields are holding. The Computer says that there were at least two life signs on deck A. Herrick and :beat:: Shevon Sherlock??? But internal sensors are down.
Rouiancet/Any: Response
Nilsen: I hope they made it out.
Arlill: Get the transporter chief down here, I want every transporter manned and ready for evacuations should the order be given.
Rouiancet/Any: Response
Nilsen: The single damage control team we have on board are responding but they’re having trouble getting through.
This was a difficult moment, he couldn’t have a team going into a potentially unstable section, but if they didn’t get whatever was causing the explosions under control, they could lose the entire ship, depending on what was happening, oO We need to figure out what the f*#& is going on up there. Oo
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.
Nilsen/Rouiancet/Any: Response
Arlill: A good idea Lhando ::looking at Rouiancet:: do you mind lending him a hand commander?
As the two got to work on their part of this problem, there was still plenty that needed to be fixed before they could reasonably “save” the ship.
Nilsen/Rouiancet: Response
Arlill: A great idea! (beat) =/\= Arlill to Herrick, do you read me. ::a pause:: Josh, do you copy? =/\=
On any given day, on a ship, communications could have hundreds of reason to fail, but this was unique, nothing Toxin could think of what could be causing this, that section of the ship was at minimal power for repairs, oO What could have done this level of damage?! Oo
Nilsen/Rouiancet: Response
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?
TBC / Tags!
LTJG Toxin Arlill
Helm, Operations, & Communications Officer
USS 'Oumuamua NCC-81226
Writer ID.: O239910TA4