Posted by Lieutenant Miz’uki (Chief Engineer) in Main Sim [Engineering]: All or Nothing

Posted by Lieutenant Miz’uki (Chief Engineer) in Main Sim [Engineering]: All or Nothing

Posted by Fleet Captain Drudoc Andone (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim [Engineering]: All or Nothing
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With the minutes ticking down the adjustments were made barely in time with less then ten minutes to spare. They were as ready as they could be to accept the dying protomatter’s energy to harness it to hopefully return home.

GM CockRoach

Caelian winced as the back of his head kissed the bulkhead, but the overwhelming sense of relief washed the pain away as he set his spanner down. The isolinear array hummed before him, indicator lights letting him know that it was operating as expected. It would have to be. Grunting the heavy panel back into place, the engineer snagged his toolkit and began to wriggle backward out of the jeffries tube. It was sheer willpower that kept him from collapsing once he was back in main engineering.

=^=Weir to Jackson,=^= he gasped, slapping his comm badge. =^=What’s your status?=^=

=^=Jackson here. The deflector is primed and ready, boss. No issues to report.=^=

Caelian nodded, tapped his badge again. =^=Weir to L’Nel. Status.=^=

=^=Assuming no further distractions,=^= the Vulcan’s voice came back dryly, =^=I am ready. All personnel have been cleared from the surrounding area.=^=

=^=Acknowledged.=^= Shaking his head at the host of numbers and equations crashing around in his head, Caelian dragged himself to his feet and keyed up a nearby console. After checking his work both visually and with a computer-aided diagnostic, he sent a quick message to V’alura to let her know that they were prepared.

=^=Weir to Bridge,=^= he called finally with a sigh, =^=Captain, we’re about as ready as we can be here. Remember, our integrity measures will only give us about five minutes after we begin collecting energy before we either need to use it or dump it. Safe hunting.=^=
—Caelian Weir, Engineer—

=/\= Understood Ensign, good work =/\= She said.

A second later Drudoc’s voice came over ship wide. =/\= Attention all hands brace for a possible rough ride, we’re about to attempt to harness protomatter energy to return to our home. Secure all stations and standby. =/\= Andone said.

Drudoc Andone CO

A few minutes later the ship shuddered and power sky rocketed off the charts, it was beyond the measurements of known science. It seems their timing had both been on point, but also bad, they had not only captured one dying protoform but THREE. Immediately the ‘thought drive’ kicked into gear and there was the impossible reading of actual movement beyond again any measurement. Systems began to blow out and consoles blew in sparks. The whole ship shuttered under the colossal energy it was somehow holding together within itself.

Then just as it seemed things would literally explode around them the shuddering and sparks ended and all the lighting on the ship died out except for emergency lighting and life support.

GM CockRoach

For Miz’uki she had been at the main center console of Engineering when everything went down she had held on for dear life and her fur was standing on end afterward as things settled down for the first time since this whole escapade began a smile broke across Miz’uki’s face and she fell back onto her tail She began laughing “well That was....New” she giggled “Alright lets get main power back on line and figure out what progress this little experiment made us!” she said picking herself back up

Miz’uki

Miz’uki went back to the console she had been at and pulled up what the computer might be reporting as damaged that way she could give the Damage report to the captain quickly

Miz’uki

Caelian groaned as he hauled himself out of the black and into the pulsing red of consciousness. He had to blink a few times before his vision cleared. Sitting up brought a wave of revulsion that pulled from his toes, and he flopped onto his side to quell it. Was the ship rocking? Something damp clung to the back of his head, and probing fingers sent pain crackling along his skull. His palm glistened in the crimson flare of the emergency lights. Every sensation was agony, every thought a struggle. The last he remembered the world leapt forward in an actinic flash, movement without motion, before the world lunged to swallow him.

“Weir to Jackson,” he grunted, slapping his comm badge. It squelched angrily at him in reply. “Weir to Bridge.”

Comm systems must be down, he grumbled, hauling himself to his feet. All around him others were likewise picking themselves up or were being helped to their feet by luckier peers. The chief seemed unharmed; that was good. Dragging himself to a nearby console, he teased the controls to life and squinted at the readout. The Ark Angel appeared derelict but intact, operating at minimal power with every system overwhelmed. He couldn’t tell over the pounding in his ears, but Caelian swore they were no longer moving. That suited his stomach just fine.

They must have been bombarded with more energy than they’d prepared for. Caelian tried to sift through his memories of the sensor readings before they were flung wherever they’d ended up, but it was like sand in his fingers. Though hazed in emergency lights it appeared there was no lasting damage to the ship, no serious damage or compromised systems. That suited him just fine, since it could have gone to hell in the best of his projections. He would never admit it, but it had truly come down to luck in the end. He was just glad that the ship had been designed to handle power loads as it had. If they hadn’t directed the flow as they had or provided a measure of safety…

“L’Nel.”

The thought struck him to his core, sent a chill through his bones. Before he could stop himself, Caelian had scooped up his toolkit and was halfway into a jefferies tube. He shouted something he hoped was intelligible over his shoulder before he hauled the panel shut behind him, then began to crawl. Clanking, cursing, battering, and bleeding he scrambled through the dimly-lit corridors and access panels. He wasn’t even aware of what deck he was on or the junction he just passed. Caelian felt a desperate pull on his heart and he tumbled along after it.

An eternal instant later he was grasping desperately at the door to the mission module where the Vulcan and his team had set up the interlink. The hatch’s bulk protested, hissed a fraction open. He strained, pulled, and it gave another inch. Each breath seared his lungs, and his bones felt brittle enough to snap, but he grit his teeth and roared to the heavens until it gave. Gasping, Caelian wrenched himself through the gap, hoping that his friend was still alive.
—Caelian Weir, Engineer—