Posted by Fleet Captain Drudoc Andone (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Deck 44 - Hole Breach Findings For Science & Engineering
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The NEs nearby soon came back, “..Power is stable in this section no problems to report or possibly developing.” NE Jenkins reported. “..From the fragments in the corridor looks like the asteroid rolled down this hull section after breaching the hull.” Jenkins went on.

GM CockRoach

“I suggest we transport the rock to a Planetary Science lab on Deck Thirteen. That way we can study it and your team can do what they can to repair the breech.”
Claude suggested, unsure what steps the Engineering crew had already taken.

• Genard

Sharah, having traversed several corridors and gone through a few Jeffries’s tubes, as the turbo lifts were being repaired, was just coming around the corner and heard Genard suggest the transporter. They were still down so she made a quick about face and headed back towards a supply closet. Several moments later she returned. “Sorry everyone, transporters are still down. So here are individual tractor beams and a couple anti-grav sleds. The freight turbolift is working so you should be able to get whatever moved and brought down that you need.” She left the equipment to the side of corridor and walked over to Genard. “Not my area of expertise, Genard, so tell me what I can do to help, or you can politely tell me you’ll give me a report when you have it if I’d just be in the way.” Sharah went out of her way to make sure her officers new she trusted their judgement in their fields before her own. She would not feel hurt at all if he were to tell her to take a step back. It was why she had put Genard in charge of the general labs. Not just making a shift supervisor but the lab head over all. He knew what he was doing and she didn’t need to micro manage. That being said she was more than willing to also take direction from him if she could be of use.

Lt. jg Fayth, CSO

Frowning at the flickering relay, Caelian shook his head and motioned to one of his team. “Jackson, would you mind helping them get that rock out of the way so we can start repairs? Getting to be too many cooks in this kitchen.”

“We’ll be back in a jiff, boss,” she replied, giving him a conciliatory pat on the shoulder before moving off. He frowned after her, then turned his attention back to the damaged relay.

After a moment of thought, Caelian stood and handed his hyperspanner to L’Nel. “See if you can’t get the flow tightened down just a bit more, yeah? I’d like another kilojoule or three to structural integrity for safety. Thanks.”

He wove his way between the gathered bodies, careful not to disrupt the movement of the asteroid, and tapped a wall display. It flickered once but held long enough to accept his commands. Caelian queued up a schematic of the Arc Angel with an overlay of the damaged systems, paying special attention to the status of the navigational deflectors.

I’d better make sure we’re not going to have any other surprise visitors, he thought wryly.

—Caelian Weir, Ensign—

Claude was impressed with the idea of the anti-grav sled. He had not known the transporters were down, so it was a sound suggestion. Seeing that the engineering team seemed to agree with the removal of the asteroid, he took command of the operation.

“This is a good idea Sharah. It shows initiative, and that is always a good thing. ” he added with a reassuring but genuine smile. “Can you ensure that the turbo lift is clear while we are moving this rock.?”

Handing out several of the individual tractor beams to his team, Claude gave out some orders. “Gallman, you’re in charge of the grav sled. We are going to use the tractor beams to raise the asteroid enough for you to get the sled under it. Once we have it secure, we’ll guide the sled to the turbolift and bring it up to Deck 13. “

“Everybody got that?…Any questions?” Seeing a room of nodding heads, the Science team proceeded to use their tractor beams to raise the asteroid. It took a bit to adjust the beams and to work together to raise it up. The weight was exceptional and required all four team members to raise it up. Gallman was quick and got the anti-grav sled ready. The team then slowly moved the asteroid down the corridor to the turbo lift.

• Genard

With their guest rock finally secured the turbolift was their next stop, even with the larger then usual lifts on the Mythology class it was a tight fit though doable as the lift moved on to deck 13. Finally with a final ‘whoosh’ the lift doors opened and they were on deck 13 free to roam and go where they wanted.

OOC: I’ll make a new thread in a sec!

GM CockRoach

As Caelian waited for the display to resolve his query, he frowned when it flickered and dimmed. Frustrated, he gave it what his father liked to call “the engineer’s encouragement”: a whack with the heel of his palm. The display squelched defeat before humming back to life showing him the results. Tracing the flow of systems with a finger, he nodded and turned back to his team. Once the asteroid was loaded and out of the way, Caelian crossed the hallway and assisted in the damage assessment.

“All right, well, it seems like deflectors are back up,” he noted, relieved. “Let’s hope it holds, eh?”

Jackson peered at him over the tattered plating where she was diagnosing life support for the section. “Isn’t it a little weird that we get launched who-knows-where, and somehow we don’t find ourselves blown apart by all the stuff floating in between?”

“Excluding the fact that we are dealing with paracausal beings,” L’Nel responded flatly, not looking up from his tricorder, “it could be explained most simply by our systems failing at the exact moment of our arrival.”

Jackson huffed a stray lock of blond hair from her face and muttered something very unflattering about Vulcan logic. She offered no rebuttal, however.

Caelian chuckled and busied himself with his own scans of the hull. His engineering mind turned up several ways that the asteroid could have come to rest inside the corridor of the Ark Angel, but like Jackson mentioned they conflicted with one another. If they had simply been moved then the ship shouldn’t have had the requisite velocity for such an impact; if the ship had traveled and the ship’s systems had suddenly failed at the moment of their arrival, why hadn’t they sustained more damage? After all, hitting a grain of space dust at superluminal speeds would have torn through the hull. He supposed the Ark Angel had arrived in the wrong place at the wrong time, and that the asteroid had been the object traveling quickly. Looking at the amount of damage and the path it had tumbled, however… Perhaps it was as L’Nel suggested: the preternatural means somehow thumbed its nose at sound reason.

“Don’t overthink it, Weir,” Jackson whispered over his shoulder, startling him. He’d been so deep in thought that he hadn’t seen her move. She chuckled. “I’ve seen that look before. Good thing the chief’s not here, or you’d be degaussing the antimatter containment generator again.”

Caelian made a face and waved away the jibe. “Everything through this section is either stable or has been rerouted, so I guess the only thing left to do Is start physical repairs. I’ll go see about getting us the tools and materials while you two decide who’s going for a spacewalk.”

“Wait, what?,” Jackson balked.

“We can’t fix it all from in here, and I’m excused from all non-emergency zero-gee activities.” Caelian couldn’t help but crack a smile at her crestfallen expression. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“B-but…”

He waved over his shoulder as he headed for the turbolift. “I’m sure there’s a functioning replicator somewhere on this ship.”

“Weir!” he heard her whine as the turbolift door hissed shut. Caelian could only chuckle.
—Caelian Weir, Engineer—