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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Kablooey"== | |||
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Kablooey" | |||
Posted by: Scott Lusby (LCDR Gar Th'elenth) | |||
SD: 2260.160 | |||
MD: -6.1427 | |||
Setting: Main Engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD | |||
<<snip- from my last post>> | |||
The Andorian met the First Officer's gaze; both men now wore the mask duty | |||
on their faces, and, as Merrick moved to assist in the care of Tanner and | |||
Pethukov as they waited for the trauma team to arrive, Gar dealt with the | |||
smoldering engineering station, wishing the ventilation systems would work | |||
quicker. | |||
The damage, however, had been done. | |||
<<end snip>> | |||
It was only the that Gar became aware of a lot more commotion than there was | |||
only a moment ago. "Here, figure out what happened here," he said, handing | |||
a tricorder to the rating standing next to him as he walked back to the | |||
scene of Tanner's accident. | |||
A human man in blue, speaking with a thick accent Th'elenth could not place, | |||
was shouting orders as he looked over Tanner and Pethukov; the man spoke | |||
with the authority of experience and acted decisively, quickly- for which | |||
Gar was grateful. | |||
However, as he contemplated the merits of the new doctor, there seemed to be | |||
a lot more smoke coming from the forward areas of the bay. | |||
"What's going on here?" he hissed under his breath as he trotted towards the | |||
source of the smoke. | |||
He reached the source: three more consoles, each tied to unrelated | |||
subsystems for water purification, food replication and waste treatment, had | |||
eaten themselves, tossing plastic and acrid smoke everywhere. Making | |||
matters worse, a pipeline overhead had been pierced by the exploding | |||
consoles, creating an opaque veil in front of him. | |||
Th'elenth covered his mouth and nose with his hand, and, pushing through the | |||
charcoal haze, began poking at the remnants of the destroyed console nearest | |||
him. | |||
Suddenly, the doors to main engineering opened from nearby, and smoke | |||
billowed through them and into the hallway. | |||
<<snip- from Dave's last post>> | |||
ARr'Rhiana rushed into engineering and coughed as smoke from a broken | |||
pipeline filled the area. | |||
<<end snip>> | |||
Gar pulled himself up as the form became more pronounced- a Denobulan woman, | |||
he was pretty sure, making her the ship's new chief Science Officer by the | |||
looks of her uniform and sleeve striping. | |||
The woman coughed. "Lieutenant Hemux at your disposal, Commander," she | |||
said. "I'm qualified in engineering as well- I can help if you need it." | |||
Gar's antennae pitched forward, and his lips pursed. "I'm afraid I do, | |||
Lieutenant- I'm afraid I do." He paused for a moment as the trauma teams | |||
hustled by with their patients." | |||
"I'll have a report for you later, Commander," the doctor said as he passed | |||
through the doors. "Right now these men need my complete attention." | |||
"I understand, doctor," Gar said as the doors closed. | |||
Hemux watched the stretchers roll by, and, after the doors shut, glanced | |||
back at Th'elenth. "What happened?" | |||
"Unrelated accidents- warp plasma coolant exposure to one, electro-plasma | |||
burns from an exploding console to the other." | |||
The Denobulan glanced at the three still-smoldering console. "You sure | |||
they're unrelated?" | |||
The Andorian 's antennae twitched again. "Pretty sure the warp plasma | |||
coolant injury was an accident- I saw it happen." He paused, bending down | |||
to pick up a piece of splintered plastic from the ground. "As for these | |||
consoles...I'm not sure yet." | |||
Th'elenth paused again, this time to cut off the fractured pipe above, | |||
immediately cutting off the smoke spilling from it. | |||
"But I promise you I damn well WILL find out," he said, the memory of | |||
Tanner's screams, of Pethukov's moans, flooding his brain. | |||
He glanced back at his new shipmate. "Care to join me?" | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
All- OK...this better ties things together. I hope. And it gets Dave into | |||
the middle of things. | |||
Dave- I'm sure you saw my NRPG note. However, if you have better ideas, | |||
let's run with them. As long, as per Andy's directions, as this is a freaky, | |||
isolated thing and not some grand epic problem we'll need an entire mission | |||
to figure out. | |||
Steve- loved the medical response post. Can't wait to see how the Texan | |||
shores up things down in Sick Bay. | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
-- Scott Lusby | |||
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth | |||
Chief Engineering Officer | |||
USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
ASR: ORIGINS | |||
Posted by: Scott Lusby (LCDR Gar Th'elenth) | |||
SD: 2260.160 | |||
MD: -6.1427 | |||
Setting: Main Engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD | |||
<<snip- from my last post>> | |||
The Andorian met the First Officer's gaze; both men now wore the mask duty | |||
on their faces, and, as Merrick moved to assist in the care of Tanner and | |||
Pethukov as they waited for the trauma team to arrive, Gar dealt with the | |||
smoldering engineering station, wishing the ventilation systems would work | |||
quicker. | |||
The damage, however, had been done. | |||
<<end snip>> | |||
It was only the that Gar became aware of a lot more commotion than there was | |||
only a moment ago. "Here, figure out what happened here," he said, handing | |||
a tricorder to the rating standing next to him as he walked back to the | |||
scene of Tanner's accident. | |||
A human man in blue, speaking with a thick accent Th'elenth could not place, | |||
was shouting orders as he looked over Tanner and Pethukov; the man spoke | |||
with the authority of experience and acted decisively, quickly- for which | |||
Gar was grateful. | |||
However, as he contemplated the merits of the new doctor, there seemed to be | |||
a lot more smoke coming from the forward areas of the bay. | |||
"What's going on here?" he hissed under his breath as he trotted towards the | |||
source of the smoke. | |||
He reached the source: three more consoles, each tied to unrelated | |||
subsystems for water purification, food replication and waste treatment, had | |||
eaten themselves, tossing plastic and acrid smoke everywhere. Making | |||
matters worse, a pipeline overhead had been pierced by the exploding | |||
consoles, creating an opaque veil in front of him. | |||
Th'elenth covered his mouth and nose with his hand, and, pushing through the | |||
charcoal haze, began poking at the remnants of the destroyed console nearest | |||
him. | |||
Suddenly, the doors to main engineering opened from nearby, and smoke | |||
billowed through them and into the hallway. | |||
<<snip- from Dave's last post>> | |||
ARr'Rhiana rushed into engineering and coughed as smoke from a broken | |||
pipeline filled the area. | |||
<<end snip>> | |||
Gar pulled himself up as the form became more pronounced- a Denobulan woman, | |||
he was pretty sure, making her the ship's new chief Science Officer by the | |||
looks of her uniform and sleeve striping. | |||
The woman coughed. "Lieutenant Hemux at your disposal, Commander," she | |||
said. "I'm qualified in engineering as well- I can help if you need it." | |||
Gar's antennae pitched forward, and his lips pursed. "I'm afraid I do, | |||
Lieutenant- I'm afraid I do." He paused for a moment as the trauma teams | |||
hustled by with their patients." | |||
"I'll have a report for you later, Commander," the doctor said as he passed | |||
through the doors. "Right now these men need my complete attention." | |||
"I understand, doctor," Gar said as the doors closed. | |||
Hemux watched the stretchers roll by, and, after the doors shut, glanced | |||
back at Th'elenth. "What happened?" | |||
"Unrelated accidents- warp plasma coolant exposure to one, electro-plasma | |||
burns from an exploding console to the other." | |||
The Denobulan glanced at the three still-smoldering console. "You sure | |||
they're unrelated?" | |||
The Andorian 's antennae twitched again. "Pretty sure the warp plasma | |||
coolant injury was an accident- I saw it happen." He paused, bending down | |||
to pick up a piece of splintered plastic from the ground. "As for these | |||
consoles...I'm not sure yet." | |||
Th'elenth paused again, this time to cut off the fractured pipe above, | |||
immediately cutting off the smoke spilling from it. | |||
"But I promise you I damn well WILL find out," he said, the memory of | |||
Tanner's screams, of Pethukov's moans, flooding his brain. | |||
He glanced back at his new shipmate. "Care to join me?" | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
All- OK...this better ties things together. I hope. And it gets Dave into | |||
the middle of things. | |||
Dave- I'm sure you saw my NRPG note. However, if you have better ideas, | |||
let's run with them. As long, as per Andy's directions, as this is a freaky, | |||
isolated thing and not some grand epic problem we'll need an entire mission | |||
to figure out. | |||
Steve- loved the medical response post. Can't wait to see how the Texan | |||
shores up things down in Sick Bay. | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
-- Scott Lusby | |||
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth | |||
Chief Engineering Officer | |||
USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
ASR: ORIGINS | ASR: ORIGINS | ||
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