LCDR Nolen Hobart — “M” Stands for “Mobile”
Nolen Hobart
((Cargo Bay A24, Main Module, Deep Space 33))
The lights had gone out. Most of them. Everything on the station seemed to be unstable. When the power in the compartment had flickered the first time, Nolen realized he was the only one there with any training in Engineering. Which meant giving Ensign Matthews a crash course in operating the transporter. It was fairly straightforward, as long as the loads remained relatively stable.
Nolen had his hands in the station’s guts, trying to ensure that the power supply, which seemed to occasionally dwindle, didn’t fade out completely. He’d pulled it from other sections and the large compartment was beginning to feel very cold.
Hobart: What’s the power reading now, Matthews?
Matthews: Response
Hobart took a moment and glanced across the compartment. Ensign El’Heem and Lieutenant Jacin had set up a makeship medical bay in the center. The station regularly rocked now, with weapons fire, and occasionally the guards at the door engaged with infiltrators from the assaulting Lattice Alliance force. The flood of evacuees had turned into more of a trickle, and more and more of them were coming in wounded. What had started as inoculation had turned into triage. They were down to a pair of patients, deemed too injured for transport until stabilized.
El’Heem / Jacin: Response
Hobart: The Courser’s Hay is standing by, Doc. Are they ready to move?
Dr. Gott had long since left them. Hobart had made sure he got to his ship, but only on the last group that went. Since then, they’d stuffed another two transports full of fleeing DS33 residents and staff. Nolen had no way to know how many actually made it out alive, once the ships made it out of the station’s protective shielding (unstable though it may be)..
El’Heem / Jacin / Matthews: Response
Hobart: ::frustrated sigh:: He’s not gonna wait ten minutes. Let’s beam the first one out, and do what you can for the other.
El’Heem / Jacin / Matthews: Response
Nolen took a deep breath, and stepped up to the controls. He sensed relief from Ensign Matthews, who never seemed quite happy with the role of transporter operator. But needs must. They’d fashioned a stretcher to move the patient onto the transporter pad and once everyone was clear, Lt. Commander Hobart ran throughthe process again. Secure a lock. Set a destination. Dematerialize. Confirm buffer. Rematerialize. Clear the buffer.
But as Ensign El’Heem returned to the pad to grab the empty stretcher, Nolen heard a sharp pop and a fizzle, and he raised his hands instinctively. Sparks flew from the console and the pad itself, and the control panel went completely dark. His relief at not having been burned turned to despair at the realization that their only reason for being in the compartment had just vanished. The transporter was dead.
Hobart: Crap.
El’Heem / Jacin / Matthews: Response
Hobart: Nobody’s getting off the station this way. We’re gonna have to get somewhere else. Load up the Caitian, grab whatever gear you can carry, and let’s figure out where the hell we go now.
El’Heem / Jacin / Matthews: Response
Tags/TBC
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Lt. Commander Nolen Hobart
Executive Officer
USS Khitomer (NCC-62400)
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