Posted by Lieutenant Commander Keegan Murphy (Second Officer) in Main Sim: Main Engineering (After the Crash Timeline)

Posted by Ensign Jonathan Smythe (Engineering Officer) in Main Sim: Main Engineering (After the Crash Timeline)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Keegan Murphy (Second Officer) in Main Sim: Main Engineering (After the Crash Timeline)
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“Communications is down. There seems to be local interference, and without power to sensors, it’s hard to tell what it is causing the interference. Tricorder readings are confusing about what the interference is, only that it is coming from outside the ship,” said another NE engineer, “Crewman Michaels went up to the Bridge to inform the Bridge of our current status. We might be able to overcome the interference if we had more power to the communications systems, but I’m only guessing. Hard to do much without power… or finding out what exactly is going on outside of the ship.”

GM

“Well then I guess somebody needs to go for a hull walk,” Jon said, before putting a finger to his nose. “Not it, I still need to see a medic before my leg falls off.”

Ens. Smythe
Eng

“I can do it” said the Chief Engineer “any other takers to go with me?” asked MacMoragh

MacMoragh

“I’m the least injured, sir,” said Ensign Munchkin, “I can go with you.”

“Alright then, let’s make this happen. Grab any tools you think we might need, and I will do the same. You never know what we could be able to use once we get outside ” ordered MacMoragh

Jon took a seat on a dead console. Hopefully a medic would arrive soon, he was starting to feel a bit light-headed.

Ens. Smythe
Eng

“Aye sir,” said Ensign Munchkin. As MacMoragh and Munchkin were about ready to leave, the medic from Sickbay appeared. “Did anyone need a medic? Ensign Shoshawnia from Sickbay.” She was breathing heavily, since she had a long climb.

Ensign Shoshawnia spotted Smythe with the bleeding leg and rushed over. She quickly opened her medkit and began sterilizing the wound and healing it with the dermal regenerator. “Hold still please. Lieutenant MacMoragh, if you could tell your staff to line up in the order of those who have open wounds and serious injuries first, that would be appreciated.”

“Yeah, sure, no problem,” Jon said, trying to obey and stay still while Shoshawnia patched him up. He knew from growing up that he would need a couple liters of water and an iron-rich meal after an injury like the one he’d sustained, assuming of course the medic didn’t have a hypo to boost his red blood cell production.

GM

“This should help, but we have to limit the dose, since we’re going to have ration medical supplies until we can figure out how to make more,” said Ensign Shoshawnia, pressing a hypo in his neck after patching his wounds. “Try to avoid moving too much, your body still needs to recover but I know everyone is in emergency mode and things need to be done.”

“Yeah,” Jon agreed. “Once we figure out what we have left to do them with.” He looked around at the damage in the room, the dim emergency lighting and notably the lack of the normal comforting glow from the warp core. Cataloguing the damage alone could take weeks, let alone restoring basic functions. He could only hope that Lt. MacMoragh and Ens. Munchkin’s expedition determined they were on a planet, with resources that could be collected to make up for some of the ship functions that weren’t currently operable.

GM

Ens. Smythe
Eng

The emergency lights went out for a brief second, then came back on to full power. Fresh air and the temperature began to feel normal. A crewman came back. “We had to dismantle the other fusion generators, but we have one stable fusion generator that is reliably drawing fuel. It is only enough power to power life support, and emergency lights. We could try to power on the backup computers, but we might risk an overload and loose the generator completely. Same goes for a replicator, unfortunately. Definitely not enough power to power the warp core or maintain the magnetic fields required to hold anti-matter containment.”

GM

Jon gave the crewman a relieved smile.

“That’s fine,” he said. “Still the best news we’ve had yet today. Now that the immediate concern of suffocating in the dark is past, we can focus on cleaning up, figuring out what’s salvageable, and finding some food and potable water.”

Ens. Smythe
Eng

“We have standard rations, sir, if you are hungry or thirsty.”

“Oh, I could definitely eat,” Jon said. “Do we have the ones with peanut butter?”

30 minutes had past, and Lieutenant Commander Keegan Murphy arrived with Crewman Michaels.

Having gotten a meal (ready-ish to eat) and some water, and given the medication time to work, Jon was able to stand to attention when the 2O appeared.

GM

Ens. Smythe
Eng

“At ease Ensign. Direct me to the Chief.”

Murphy, 2nd Officer

“Outside, checking the damage to the outer hull, sir,” Jon replied. “Is there something I can help you with?”

Ens. Smythe
Eng

“I’m here to help in any way to get power back on the ship.”

Murphy, Second Officer

“Hm,” Jon said. “Well, that’s good, I guess. A couple extra hands could only help, but the thing is, we only have one remotely functional fusion generator. The other three were all broken in the crash, and we’ve had to pull all of them apart for the parts we needed to shore up the one remaining functional one because somehow we managed to leave the starbase without any appreciable amount of spare parts.”

Ens. Smythe
Eng