Posted by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) in Main Simm - USS Potterfield - Engineering

Posted by Lieutenant Keval Vras (Chief Engineer) in Main Simm - USS Potterfield - Engineering
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Keval activated his suit’s communicator. =^= Vras to Challenger. I’m ready to re-calibrate Potterfield’s environmental controls. It is going to get cold and dry around here - much like a summer heatwave back home on Andoria. I’ll do my best to keep the effect away from Sickbay and the cargo bay. Ready to start on your orders. =^=

Just then, Keval heard the familiar whine of a transporter beam, and quickly spun around from the console he was studying, his heart racing from the combination of the surprise and being on edge with the hostile… vegetation.

When the beam disappeared Cadet TJCT found herself several feet away from her boss, the Chief Engineer. “Lt Vras, I am Cadet TJCT, I was advised by the Captain to beam over and render assistance, I’m not sure if it is because I upset the animal and woman in medbay who think those that are infected are infected by a parasite and want to administer a shock to the infected or if there is another reason. Sir. I do not believe this is a parasite but a life form, and I believe I know where it was taken from. Sir.” With her legs and right shoulder, arm and hand made from ZDP5523900AQ1, if she was correct, and past actions were the same the creature would avoid her like the plague. “May I ask if the creature’s home planet has been identified?”

Cadet TJCT - Engineering

“And greetings to you to, Cadet,” Keval said somewhat dryly, his antennae twitching in a combination of humour and surprise at his new cadet (that is, if his antennae could be seen through the environmental suit’s helmet, which was unlikely. “Please be aware that the Potterfield is a hostile environment. The entire security half of our away team have already been abducted by these lifeforms. It may seem quiet in here, but stay alert of all of your surroundings, and do not let your environmental suit get compromised.”

“As for your questions,” Keval started, turning back to his console one more time. “The origins of the cargo containers that these lifeforms originated from was classified to Starfleet flag officers only. We’ve forwarded that info to Challenger. In the meantime, our focus is on the rescue of the ship’s survivors in Sickbay, and the XO has is currently… interacting… with the lifeforms, I think.”

Keval turned around pointing at the console he was working on. “Our alternative plan is to make things too cold and dry for the fauna, which we know will neutralize them. I’ve set it up to reduce the effect as much as possible to Sickbay and the cargo bay, where unprotected crew might be. But the fauna has seriously compromised the power distribution system throughout the ship, and I’m not sure how much I trust the computer’s simulation.”

Keval sent over the Potterfield’s specifications to the cadet’s tricorder. “When we start the environment changes, I want you to keep scanning the power distribution relays and let me know if anything starts to go outside of the margins. I’ll keep following the progress of the ship’s environment changes so I can keep updating the program.”

“Any questions?”

-Lt. Keval Vras, CE

“I have already angered two in medbay, by my questions Sir. I will refrain from saying anything further. Though I disagree vehemently with the actions you are taking given they are based on the pair from medbay. I will now follow your instructions and watch you get absorbed by the creatures onboard.”

Cadet TJCT Engineering

=/\= Do it. =/\= came the simple reply.

Keval looked over his program one more time, made sure the power distribution system was being monitored as well as the ships’s environmental systems, shrugged, and pressed the button to activate the program.

“Time to end this heatwave,” Keval said to himself, checking to make sure the program would actually run so that he could provide an update.

-Lt. Keval Vras, CE

And run it did! The temperature started to cool in certain locations throughout the ship. It would take time to dissipate through the whole mess of plants but already they were starting to move more sluggishly, and turning back in towards the cargo bay in an effort to preserve “body heat”.

GM Wombat

=/\= Davis to Vras. Representatives of the hostile race will arrive at your position imminently. What’s your status? =/\=

Davis, CO (crosspost)