Posted by Lieutenant Dr. Mark Callous (Medical Officer) in Main Sim: Anomaly Away Team (Pathfinder)

Posted by Lieutenant Izak Waryn (Chief Engineer) in Main Sim: Anomaly Away Team (Pathfinder)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Soral T’Varan (Chief Diplomatic Officer/Chief Science Officer) in Main Sim: Anomaly Away Team (Sickbay)
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SNIP

The evacuation of the Pathfinder accelerated as the additional shuttlecraft began arriving, their transporter and docking operations giving the crew far more capacity than had been available only minutes earlier. Hangar Bay One was rapidly becoming the center of the operation, with personnel moving through the bay under the direction of evacuation teams while shuttlecraft from the Ark Angel, Thunder Valley, and Listening Post 47 took up positions around the damaged vessel. The increased support meant the Pathfinder’s entire complement could potentially be removed well inside the three-hour window now available for the evacuation operation.

That, however, did not change the condition of the ship.

=/= “Bridge, Pathfinder Operations. We have another problem. Structural integrity is holding, but we’re seeing power fluctuations throughout the engineering hull. Whatever is maintaining the temporal field is drawing directly from the main power distribution.” =/=

Before the report could continue, the deck beneath the bridge gave a sudden, deep vibration that traveled through the ship from bow to stern. Consoles flickered for a moment before returning to normal. Across the operations display, the temporal shield reading began to fluctuate again.

61%

58%

60%

Then it dropped sharply.

54%

=/= “Temporal field is destabilizing. We’re trying to compensate.” =/=

The report ended abruptly.

For several seconds there was nothing but the sound of the Red Alert klaxons and the distant movement of the evacuation effort through the ship.

Then every display on the bridge briefly filled with static.

When the displays cleared, the Pathfinder’s internal sensors showed something unexpected.

Several compartments along the engineering hull were registering as being slightly out of phase with the rest of the ship.

Not damaged.

Not depressurized.

Simply… displaced.

The effect lasted only seconds before the readings returned to normal.

A second later, the ship shuddered again.

This time the vibration was accompanied by a deep metallic groan from somewhere below the deck plates.

The Pathfinder’s structural integrity indicator dropped another two percent.

STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY: 71%

TEMPORAL SHIELD: 53%

=/= “Bridge, Operations. We’re still getting people out, but the ship is becoming increasingly difficult to track internally. We’ve lost sensor resolution in sections seven through twelve.” =/=

A new warning appeared on the bridge display.

TEMPORAL CONTAINMENT FIELD — FIELD ANCHOR FAILURE

One of the six field-anchor indicators went dark.

Then another flickered.

4 / 6 NOMINAL

The Pathfinder’s computer began rerouting power toward the remaining field anchors, causing several secondary systems to drop offline.

The evacuation continued.

Outside the ship, another shuttle approached Hangar Bay One.

Inside, the Pathfinder’s systems continued to deteriorate.

The one- hour evacuation window remained intact.

The ship itself appeared to have considerably less time.

Then, from somewhere deep within the engineering section, a burst of sensor telemetry reached the bridge.

For less than a second, the Pathfinder detected something that should not have been there.

A second warp-core signature.

It vanished before the sensors could establish a location.

The bridge sensors immediately began searching for it again.

Nothing.

Then the Pathfinder’s internal communications system came alive with a burst of static.

=/= “…they’re awake…” =/=

The transmission was barely audible.

Then it was gone.

The Red Alert klaxons continued to sound as the evacuation proceeded, while somewhere deep inside the Pathfinder, the temporal field continued to lose its grip on reality.

WHITE TIGER
GM • USS ARKANGEL
NCC-98729
“Where Legends Begin”

OOC: 3 hours? I thought we only had an hour?

Lt Cmdr Soral T’Varan
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Ark Angel

Ooc: the hr window does remain in take they were trying to figure how long in a different chat

WHITE TIGER
GM • USS ARKANGEL
NCC-98729
“Where Legends Begin”

OOC: Ok no problem, I don’t think realistically with the amount of stuff wrong with the Pathfinder that an hour is long enough, they may just need to evacuate the ship, however let’s see what everyone else thinks and of course your the GM and XO so I will defer to your judgement and of course the CO’s

Lt Cmdr Soral T’Varan
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Ark Angel

Upon arriving in Main Engineering, the Ark Angel’s Chief Engineer immediately got to work. The controls predated LCARS, but he was familiar with manual controls from a few Academy classes and his time growing up on a freighter.

Familiar enough to make it work, at least.

He pulled up the Pathfinder’s status and saw her power levels flagging. The ship’s systems weren’t able to keep up with the demand, even with multiple nonessential systems shut down.

Izak shifted his attention to the readout showing the temporal shield and pulled up its configuration parameters. He heard the reports of anomalous readings and a second warp signature, but pressed on. He didn’t ignore them, but once he quickly determined that they weren’t relevant to his immediate problem, he tuned them out.

He had to admit the temporal shield was rather inspired, all things considered. A functional solution to a problem nobody had planned for. The Brekkian wished he had the time to dig into it more… but the Red Alert klaxons were a clear reminder of the urgency of their situation.

Damn… two of the anchors are gone. There’s no way to maintain the field like that. Lt. Waryn quickly did some calculations in his head based on the warp core’s current output. At least not at its current size.

He looked up at the senior Pathfinder officer in Main Engineering, a fellow Lieutenant.

“Shut off all warp plasma and reroute all energy to the electro-plasma system.”

The man looked confused. “But if we do that, we won’t have warp capability. We’ll—”

Izak cut him off sharply.

“Captain Hayes just ordered everyone to evacuate the Pathfinder. Our problem has changed from saving the ship to keeping it stable long enough to get everyone off. Kill the warp plasma and let me know when it’s done.”

Izak tapped his combadge.

=/= “Commander T’Varan, I need the forward sections of the saucer evacuated as soon as possible. Let me know when it’s done. I’m going to secure the blast doors for Sectors 1 through 12, all decks.” =/=

Lt. Waryn got to work reconfiguring the temporal shield to eliminate the pylons and nacelles, as well as the forward third of the saucer section. The new configuration should ease the stress on the remaining anchors and help stabilize the temporal shield.

That should buy us more time.

“All plasma is being rerouted to EPS. Warp coils are offline,” the Pathfinder Lieutenant reported.

“Good,” Izak said, eyeing the power levels and noticing a significant uptick in available power. “Now clear all nonessential personnel. Keep only a skeleton crew. Engineering will have to be one of the last places evacuated.”

The Chief Engineer was tense as he watched the field’s integrity levels and waited for Soral to confirm that the forward sections were clear. Only then could he safely shrink the shield.

Lt Izak Waryn - Chief Engineer - U.S.S. Ark Angel

=^=T’Varan here , it’s going well so far, more shuttles arrived from the Ark Angel and the listening post, We should be able to evacuate everyone very shortly , How’s it going down in Engineering? I know two of the Temporal anchors are now diabled=^=

Soral was feeling prettty useless atm but Engineering wasn’t something he knew a great deal about , He knew Lt Waryn knew what he was doing

“Captain Hayes , we need everyone evacuated from the saucer section as soon as possible”

Lt Cmdr Soral T’Varan
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Ark Angel

” This Lieutenant Callous I am currently in Medical Cmdr I have a pregnant female in labor at the moment “

MARK CALLOUS, M.D.
Lieutenant (O-3)
Starfleet Medical Corps
USS ArkAngel NCC-98729
Medical Operations Division

=^= We’ve lost two temporal anchors Lt , do what you need to but everyone needs to evacuate right now=^=

Soral would feel frustration had he been Human and not Vulcan, he didn’t think Dr Callous had a full grasp on just how dire the situation was.

Lt Cmdr Soral T’Varan
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Ark Angel

Izak refined his calculations for the new, smaller temporal shield, hoping it would buy them enough time.

=/\=”Waryn to T’Varan. Commander, do you have an estimate of when the forward sections will be evacuated? We don’t have much time to shrink the field and keep the ship stable.”=/\=

The Pathfinder’s engineering team had followed his directions, and now only the Akaali Lieutenant and a skeleton crew remained as the others moved to evacuate the ship.

OOC: Just to connect some dots, since the _Intrepid-_class doesn’t have a write-up.

Do we know where “Medical” is? I’m curious if Lt Callous is in the exact section we’re trying to evacuate so I can shrink the shield.

Lt Izak Waryn - Chief Engineer - U.S.S. Ark Angel

=^= This is Lieutenant Callous ” Where inbound Lieutenant Mother and baby are fine eta 1 min”

MARK CALLOUS, M.D.
Lieutenant (O-3)
Starfleet Medical Corps
USS ArkAngel NCC-98729
Medical Operations Division

For a brief moment, the evacuation actually appeared to be working.

The Pathfinder’s internal personnel count had fallen to ninety percent evacuated, and for the first time since the temporal field began destabilizing, the ship seemed almost capable of surrendering its crew without taking anyone else with it. The remaining personnel were concentrated in the sections still required to keep the vessel stable, with medical personnel continuing to work against the clock and engineering fighting to keep the collapsing temporal field from taking the ship with it. The warp coils remained offline, the warp plasma had been secured, and power continued to flow toward the systems necessary to keep the Pathfinder from becoming trapped inside its own fractured chronology.

Then the first shuttle disappeared from the evacuation formation.

Not exploded. Not destroyed.

Its transponder simply stopped responding.

Pathfinder’s tactical display showed the shuttle breaking away from its assigned vector, its course gradually diverging from the established evacuation corridor. Instead of continuing toward the Ark Angel, it was now accelerating toward Listening Post 47. Communications opened automatically, flooding the bridge with repeated hail attempts, but there was no response from the shuttle crew. Its engines were functioning. Its navigation system was transmitting. Its transponder was still broadcasting the correct shuttle identification.

Everything about it indicated that the shuttle was operational.

Except nobody was answering.

Before anyone aboard Pathfinder could make sense of the deviation, four other evacuation shuttles vanished from the tactical display almost simultaneously.

A fraction of a second later, all four contacts reappeared as expanding clouds of debris.

The explosions were visible through Pathfinder’s surviving external sensors, brief flashes against the darkness followed by fragments scattering across the evacuation corridor. The shock of the detonations reached the Pathfinder’s sensors almost immediately, and the remaining shuttle traffic broke formation as automated collision-avoidance systems fought to keep the surviving craft clear of the debris field. Communications erupted into overlapping emergency transmissions as pilots attempted to determine what had happened, while Pathfinder’s own computers struggled to reconcile the sudden loss of four evacuation vessels with the telemetry they had transmitted only moments before.

There was no anomaly surge.

No temporal inversion.

No unidentified energy discharge.

Nothing on sensors that could explain the explosions.

That was what made the data so troubling.

Pathfinder’s internal diagnostics began reporting inconsistencies almost immediately. The four destroyed shuttles had not registered weapons fire. Their hulls showed no evidence of an external impact before the explosions, and their warp and impulse systems had been functioning normally until the moment their telemetry ceased. More troubling still, Pathfinder’s computer had recorded four separate command-state changes aboard the shuttles in the seconds immediately preceding the explosions.

The commands had originated from the shuttles themselves.

Someone—or something within their own systems—had issued them.

The Pathfinder shuddered as another temporal fluctuation rolled through the hull. Consoles flickered, gravity dipped for barely a second, and several internal displays briefly showed conflicting timestamps before correcting themselves. The ship’s structural integrity continued to fall, but the temporal field itself had not produced the shuttle explosions.

For the first time, that distinction mattered.

Ninety percent of the Pathfinder’s crew were already away.

Ten percent remained.

And somewhere inside that remaining ten percent was someone who still had access to the ship’s systems, its evacuation procedures, and potentially its shuttles.

Then the Pathfinder’s sensors produced one final piece of information.

The shuttle that had broken formation was still transmitting.

Its signal was moving steadily toward Listening Post 47.

But when the computer compared the shuttle’s identification telemetry against the evacuation manifest, the transponder data no longer matched the personnel assignment.

The shuttle was broadcasting as empty.

There should have been no one aboard.

A second later, the bridge display updated.

PATHFINDER SHUTTLE — OCCUPANCY: 1

No life-sign had been detected.

No transporter activity had been recorded.

No personnel had boarded.

And yet the computer now insisted that someone was aboard.

The Pathfinder’s lights flickered again.

Somewhere deep within the ship, an internal access panel opened.

Not because of a temporal fluctuation.

Because someone had entered the command.

WHITE TIGER
GM • USS ARK ANGEL
NCC-98729
“Where Legends Begin”

WHITE TIGER
GM • USS ARKANGEL
NCC-98729
“Where Legends Begin”