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Dr. Stile Corbett
Dr. Stile Corbett
CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
ASR: ORIGINS
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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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