Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith - Overstimulating Much? (Part 2)
Renaie Shortrith
De La Croix: Well I can hardly see anything from here, these sensors are like cans tied together with string. According to this...::she gestured towards one of the displays at random::...I'm fairly certain the gas giants are devoid of life.
Poagie: Perhaps I can assist. I’d be happy to push buttons for you.
oO Does he hope to impress her? Oo
O’Connor: Look, Sorry to interrupt you latnum digger woo-fest but could you start pulling up your modified sweeps for similar chroniton patterns.
Kessler: Confirmed, no life readings currently coming from the gas giants.
Shortrith: Same readings coming through on my end. Can you see what they're composed, of Doctor?
Kel: ::pleased:: The gas giants are very colorful.
Renaie observed the scenario for a moment.
De La Croix: Just simple chemistry, Doctor...hydrogen, helium, a splash of ammonia and methane for variety...hardly worth waxing poetic about. Oh and no life to speak of...much like the last medical conference I attended. Tedious doesn't even begin to describe it.
O’Connor: Maybe you need to come to one of the helm officer symposiums someday. Tedious is not something remotely on the agenda. Then again the poetry might night be your style.
Kessler: ::interjecting but not looking away from his console:: I am not sure I have heard Orion poetry before.
Shortrith: Poetry?
O’Connor: Hey, I’m part Irish. Of course I do limericks. I’m actually thinking of one now. :: He smiled at the chief surgeon:: …
A small smirk crossed Renaie's face at that.
Kessler: ::looking to V'Len:: Tactical scans are still negative.
Kel: ::smiling:: I'm always like this, all the time.
All was quiet until alarms pierced the silence.
Kel: What the…I'm picking up a massive burst of ultra-high energy gamma rays coming from the gas giant closest to the Ross-580 star.
oO What? Oo
Wren: Shielding is at seventy percent, but it’s dropping rapidly.
Renaie frowned, concern growing for the crew.
De La Croix: Well then we should probably....back away from the particles that could tear our cellular membranes to shreds. Surely you already knew that.
O'Connor: Already on it boss altering course slightly. We’ll need to adjust sensors a bit as we’ll be farther away from that area than we anticipated. And if someone could reroute some power to shields, please.
Wren: Sir, we seem to be receiving damage to our engine. Scans are unclear on whether it’s from the radiation, our shields are dropping. If we move back, we might be out of range, but we’d be back in the eddy.
Kessler: Adjusting shields to compensate.
Kel: Response
At De La Croix's words, Renaie's glare finally broke its banks.
Shortrith: ::coldly, to De La Croix:: Shut it. ::to the others:: Any way we can just get the hell out of here without compromising our scanning?
De La Croix: Well if you didn't want my opinion then why did you ask me to join you in this dinky little skiff?
oO I asked for your experience, not your haughty opinions. Oo
Shortrith: I was hoping you'd focus on the facts.
Wren/Kel: Response
O’Connor: Hey, Kepler doesn’t like it when you ‘dis him. Just hold on everyone,we seem to be experiencing some slight turbulence.
Renaie felt one engine drop thrust, and some slight nausea began to compile in their gut.
Wren: ::strained:: We’ve lost partial thrust from our engine, we’re going to start listing to the side. I can try and go fix it ::grabbing her kit::, but it might take a minute, I'll have a better idea of what we're dealing with if I go look at the engine itself.
Kessler: ::looking to Kel:: Gamma rays will play havoc with shields, but not as fast as they are with the modifications I have made. Something else is draining the shields other than the gamma rays.
Shortrith: The chronitons wouldn't do this, would they?
Wren/Kel/De La Croix: Response
O’Connor: Look your highness. We’re almost stopped anyway. I could always let you out if you’d li..
Renaie almost threw up in their mouth as the shuttle stopped rapidly.
O’Connor: Whoah. Where did that come from?
A large object materialised in the distance. Renaie immediately started scanning, but Kessler got results before they did.
Kessler: Scanning. ::beat:: The hull is composed of a number of different known materials and a handful I cannot identify. ::double beat:: Life signs Commander but they are not stable. Sensors cannot get a definitive lock.
Shortrith: My sensors can't get anything either.
Wren/Kel/De La Croix: Response
O’Connor: Ok then I guess, “When” did that come from?
Kessler: ::turning to Kel:: Sir, we're moving. Sensors show we are closing on the object at 50 KPH. Shields are still draining, slowly but draining. Down to 68 percent now and phaser power has reduced 9 percent.
oO Blinding stars, that's not good. Oo
Shortrith: How's everyone faring?
Wren/Kel/De La Croix: Response
Renaie squeezed their eyes shut and covered their ears as a blinding light and an eardrum-piercing sound wave ricocheted through the shuttle.
Kessler: Shields down another 11 percent Commander.
Wren/Kel/De La Croix/O'Connor: Response
Kessler: ::fingers jumping across the console:: Rotating shield harmonics but it does not seem to be helping Commander.
Wren/Kel/De La Croix: Response
When the light dimmed, Renaie glanced toward the front, where Kessler lay unconscious. As if on reflex, Renaie rose from their seat and briskly made their way over to him. They gave him a once-over before turning to the others.
Shortrith: It doesn't look like he's bleeding, thankfully. However, the area is most likely going to bruise at least.
Wren/Kel/De La Croix: Response
Shortrith: Can someone pass me my tricorder? I just want to scan him to ensure everything inside is okay.
oO I hope he hasn't got a concussion. I'll see soon enough. Oo
Wren/Kel/De La Croix: Response
Shortrith: ::accepting the tricorder:: Cheers.
Wren/Kel/De La Croix: Response
[Tags/TBC]Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith, MD
Acting Chief Medical Officer
USS Ronin
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