USS Excalibur Sim Log - 01.06.19

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur, in responding to a distress call, has found itself in a difficult situation. We pick up as the situation hits a critical point.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Cptn Swain: << Everyone give me a number 1-10 >>

William Chocox: ((8))

Irene Mincine: ((6))

Maryse Dubois: ((7))

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( 3 ))

Cptn Swain: (( this is going to be pretty lol ))

Indaura Ryssan: (3)

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The wave roils out in a gorgeous display that no doubt is taking like half of a seasons budget. And in that moment, sensors detect almost a window opening in the explosion where a freighter is moving along at impulse. Sensors detect a distress call and then a second explosion rippling out from the "window." The energy dispersed is massive, sending all four ships flying in various directions.

Cptn Swain: ::Grabs onto the railing again as the Excalibur is sent flying in all directions::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda had braced for the impact, but even those few moments of preparation weren't sufficient to keep her from being knocked about. The armrest of her chair struck her ribs hard and her fingers dug into the fabric as she tried to keep her seat.::

Indaura Ryssan: :: bracing for something or not, she's trying to keep medical in preparation mode ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene tries to brace herself at her station but ends up flying across her side of the bridge, slamming into some broken piece of equipment as the Science II station showers the area in sparks and slag. She remains down once the shaking calms down. ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Manages to get braced between a wall and a biobed.::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> :::oof::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Indaura is tossed to the wall as the ship and all of its contents are spun around on all three axis ::

Hunter Matheson: ::Kal had seen it coming and braced for impact, but the milliseconds he had to respond went beyond ordinary response. His head snapped back against the helm chair, then forward and sideways several times, and he blacked out:::

Cptn Swain: ::Pulling himself back, up looking more rumpled than before a cut on his forehead bleeding::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Has the wind knocked out of her ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Pulls herself up, looking around sickbay.:: Is everyone alright?

Irene Mincine: :: Irene groans, confirming she can still move all her limbs at least. She doesn’t get up, though. :: “...impact.” :: She’s tangled up in a pile of metal and electronics. ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She pushed her hair out of her face as the ship slowed and winced as her next breath stung painfully.:: +Medical+ Everyone in one piece down there? We need assistance on the bridge.

Indaura Ryssan: I feel mauled by a pakled, but I am alright.

Maryse Dubois: ::Checking on everyone.:: +Miranda+ We're a little shaken. I'll be on my way.

Cptn Swain: ::Pulls himself up more fully:: That hurt.

Hunter Matheson: ::he finally comes around, muttering something about getting helmets and tack gear and maybe a new head and neck if they got any at MARDET:::

Maryse Dubois: ::Grabs a kit.:: I'll go to the bridge. I think I don't need to mention we're about to get busy. I'll be back as fast as I can.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She tapped at her armrest console, sending a message to all decks for a damage report.::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets up :: What happened?

William Chocox: ::looks around after shaking his head to clear it:: Is there an alarm going or are my ears just ringing?

William Chocox: +Bridge+ Guys, what just happened?

Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::had strapped in seconds before so was shaken but not stirred::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::starting to pull himself together::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ One of the damaged ships ejected their core and it flew into the nearby spatial anomaly. We were hit by the blast.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Most of the consoles on the bridge are out, and power is flickering intermittently as the automated systems struggle to compensate.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ I need status on our engines and power systems. We're all but dead up here.

Irene Mincine: “I think I’m gonna need a new station, Commander.” :: Science II is a smoking pile. Irene somehow managed to avoid getting burned too badly, at least. The blood she spit up was a little concerning though. ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks around :: The ship is having trouble. Our backups have kicked on...

Hunter Matheson: ::rests his elbows on the console, head in his hands to stop the spinning and mutters::: Holy sh*t.. what was that?

William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Yeah, I've got a million alarms going on. Let me see what I can get you.

William Chocox: ::starts getting status reports::

Maryse Dubois: ::I'm not sure what happened, but you have sickbay. ::Takes her kit and heads for the bridge.::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Nods :: Safe travel...

Hunter Matheson: Tork> You okay boss?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She rose and stumbled to her feet to one of the aux consoles to see if she can diagnose the problem from the bridge.:: Medical is on the way, Mincine.

Hunter Matheson: ::breathing deeply:: Dunno. Take helm... if there still is one.

Hunter Matheson: Tork> On it.

Cptn Swain: ::Finding a console, he also started looking:: External sensors are offline. It's a wonder we have internal sensors.

Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::working as best he can but not sure exactly what he can do::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets calls from those injured around the ship ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Steps onto the bridge, looking around.::

William Chocox: +Bridge+ Hey guys, the good news is that the warp core is mostly ok. The bad news is that the entire propulsion system is a bit...um...messed up.

Cptn Swain: Lovely.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene laughed. :: “I’ll be fine, Commander. I think I bit my tongue when I landed. My back’s killing me, though. Can’t we get some softer bridge walls?” :: She reached behind herself, seeing her hand covered in blood when she pulls it out. :: “Oh...”

Cptn Swain: Let's see about the other ships.

Cptn Swain: Are communications working?

Indaura Ryssan: :: Sees the first of the injured at medical's doorstep ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Goes over to Miranda and Irene, popping open her kit.::

Hunter Matheson: ::leaning on the helm console, eyes pressed shut against a massive headache::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Hisses as she bent to remove the control panel to one of the consoles, pulling one of the diagnostic chips to scan with her tricorder.::

Cptn Swain: CardboardKhal> Communications array is down.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Points to the beds :: Guess we have to line up...

Maryse Dubois: ::Notices the blood on Irene's hand.:: Are you able to move? ::Scanning.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Doctor, I think Mincine and Matheson got the worst of it, though the Captain seems to be bleeding, as well.

Cptn Swain: :Miranda:: So much for the quiet mission, huh?

Irene Mincine: “We have to stop meeting like this.” :: Irene said as Maryse arrived. It looks like whatever Irene slammed into decided to get revenge by ramming a thick steel rod into her kidneys. :: “Yeah, I can move,

Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::stops working and looks to Kal:::

Irene Mincine: “ I just can’t get up.”

Cptn Swain: I am fine. ::Touches forehead:: It’s just a scratch.

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::somehow not bleeding green::

William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Commander, what's priority number one?

Hunter Matheson: ::Tork:: Get under the console and check the chips first - see if they're salvageable.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ First priority is making sure our essential systems don't go down. Second would be sensors. We need to know where we are. Engines will take longest.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Treating the injured ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She threw Swain a glance as she replaced the chip in the console and reached for another.:: I knew it was too good to be true.

William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Aye ma'am. ::starts delegating before grabbing his tools to get to work::

Maryse Dubois: ::Frowns.:: No, don't move. You have a rod in your kidney. +Indaura+ I need a stretcher team to sickbay. And get the surgical team ready.

Hunter Matheson: Tork> :::slips to the deck and starts checking the chips::

Irene Mincine: “That’s... pretty bad, right...?” :: Irene was looking and sounding pretty out of it. A dark stain spread out from her lower back of her uniform and she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. ::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::frowning as he toyed with his own console. Not being a starfleet lifer, he didn't have much in the way of engineering expertise on their systems::

Maryse Dubois: Yeah it's bad, but quite fixable. ::Gives Irene a hypo as a stretcher team comes to collect her. They work carefully to free her from the console and get her to sickbay. Maryse then goes to Hunter.:: How are you doing, Gunny?

Irene Mincine: :: Irene conks out and gets carried away. The Science II station continues shooting sparks. ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She snapped her fingers at Issaha and gestured to the chip she was holding.:: Start pulling these from the bottom, scan it for viability, and put it back if it is good. If it's bad, toss it and we'll replace it.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Wrinkled her forehead at the sparking science console. Grunting in pain, she bent down to yank out the power node, cutting power to it entirely.::

Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods, and begins doing so::

Irene Mincine: :: The console finally goes out with one of those power-down hums. ::

Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::finds most of the chips okay, a few need replacing:::

Cptn Swain: ::Fiddling with the console around the bridge ring, it sparked a bit causing him to pull back a bit::

Hunter Matheson: ::Dubois:: Feel like hell.

Maryse Dubois: ::Starts scanning him.::

Hunter Matheson: Head jerked around, snapped neck, nothing more. Just wanna puke... and sleep.

Cptn Swain: ...and...

Indaura Ryssan: :: Working on her patients ::

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM