Posted by Major Vektul (Chief Engineer) in Main Sim - Engineering

Posted by Major Vektul (Chief Engineer) in Main Sim - Engineering

Posted by Ensign Lance Nightingale (Medical Officer) in Main Sim - Engineering
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As the Excalibur fired on the Manhatten, various power relays exploded across the ship. In engineering, the damage reports started to come in across all systems. The computer did its best to prioritise the various reports, refining it down to two options:

1. There was an imbalance in the antimatter injectors that, if left unchecked, could result in the warp core safeties cutting warp power.

2. The shield grid over the dorsal section of the ship was fluctuating asa result of three shield arrays that were operating at reduced power.

GM

The Chief Engineer looked at the diagnostics. “Let’s focus on the warp core safeties; the last thing we need is to lose power in this fire fight.”

GM

Suddenly, a torpedo from the Excalibur hit the Memorial directly on the secondary hull, causing EPS conduits across multiple decks explode. Several of the ones in Main Engineering ruptured, causing plasma fires to spew out of the fissures. Unfortunately the Chief Engineer was caught directly in one of the plasma discharges. Screaming in agony, she dropped to the ground, before going limp and lifeless; the smell of burning flesh filled the compartment.

GM

The impact rocked the deck beneath his boots like a sledgehammer. Consoles blew apart in showers of sparks. The lights flickered. And then—screaming.

Vektul turned just in time to see the Chief Engineer engulfed in a wash of plasma. Her body arced back, caught mid-motion like a rag doll, before crashing to the deck in a lifeless heap. The stench of scorched flesh filled the compartment, thick and unmistakable.

He froze for half a second. Not in horror—but in recognition.

He’d seen the sudden collapse of command before.
On warbirds. On the edges of the Empire.
But there, it was quiet. A disruptor blast. A blade in the dark.
Here, it was violence without intent—pure entropy.

He forced the thought away. Now wasn’t the time.

=^=Medical team to Main Engineering—now!=^= he snapped, already vaulting over debris toward the master systems console.

The warp core loomed ahead, its pulse erratic and unstable. The computer flooded the room with alerts—one rising above the rest.

Antimatter injectors imbalanced. Safety cutoff imminent.

He didn’t hesitate. He was the ranking officer now.

“Shut down injectors one through four. Reroute plasma flow through secondary manifolds,” he barked, his fingers flying across the interface. “Ensign Vorec—bypass EPS nodes twelve through sixteen and initiate auto-fire suppression protocols. And someone get that fire on the starboard wall out!”

Nearby, NE Vorec, a stocky Bolian, snapped into action. “Aye, sir!” he said, his hands already dancing across his console. “Plasma reroute in progress.”

NE Rehn, a human petty officer, grabbed an emergency extinguisher and sprinted to the blaze, bracing herself against the flickering heat. “On it, sir!” The hiss of suppressant foam filled the air as she fought the fire with practiced precision.

Another console detonated nearby in a plume of smoke and sparks. He didn’t even flinch.

“Containment field is stable, but barely,” he muttered. “If we lose warp power mid-fight, we’re just target practice.”

He tapped his combadge.

=^= Bridge, this is Major Vektul in Engineering. Chief Engineer is down. I’m assuming control. Warp core integrity compromised but holding. We’re rerouting injectors and prioritizing core stability. Dorsal shield grid is unstable—recommend evasive maneuvers to minimize stress. =^=

He ended the call and turned to the stunned crew still standing around the body.

=^=Acknowledged, Major. That’s what we’ve been doing up here. Do whatever you can to keep us running.=^=

“We do this right, or we all join her on the deck. Focus on the warp core. Shield repairs come after.”

His voice was steady. He’d seen the worst. Lived through it. But still…

He hadn’t expected his first command on a Starfleet ship to come like this.
Not exactly like this.

In the Empire, command changed hands with blade or poison.
Here, it came in fire and flame—just as merciless.

The warp core flickered again, casting harsh blue light across his face. He tightened his jaw.

“This ship doesn’t die today.”

-Major Vektul
Acting Chief Engineer

Lieutenant Commander Saxon McCleary
Chief Intelligence Office USS Memorial

Dr. Lance Nightingale exited the turbo lift with his team into pure chaos. The team spread out looking for injuries. Lance found the person who was in command and said “is everyone all right is anyone severely wounded” he asked not wanting to know the answer he could smell the burning flesh in the body on the floor. He rushed to the body with a tri Quarter and scanned for any life signs.

Dr. Lance Nightingale (Medical Ensign)

Major Vektul did not turn when the medical team arrived. The footsteps, the questions, the sound of a tricorder activating—none of it drew his attention from the console before him. His posture remained fixed, hands moving with calculated precision as he interfaced with the engineering controls.

“Chief Engineer is dead,” he said evenly, his tone devoid of hesitation or ornament.

His fingers continued their work—methodical, unfaltering.

“You may confirm, Ensign,” he added after a beat. “But do not obstruct this station.”

There was no heat behind the words, only the unyielding rhythm of necessity. Vektul neither raised his voice nor glanced in the ensign’s direction. The dead, after all, did not require his attention. The ship did.

“She was closest to the manifold,” he said, not as speculation, but as a statement of position. “If others were exposed, they will be found further aft.”

He shifted his stance, not to rest, but to access another panel—fluid, efficient.

There was no pause. No gesture of grief. No break in the flow of his work.

Romulus had taught him how to lead when leaders fell. Now, among strangers, he did the same.

-Major Vektul
Acting Chief Engineer
USS Memorial

Lance looked at the major and said “ the chief engineer is indeed dead” then he looked closely at the major and asked “ are you hurt?” he wasn’t going to take any more chances with injuries today too much blood has been spilled.

Dr. Lance Nightingale (Medical Ensign)

Vektul didn’t look up from the console. “Scan me if you must, Doctor, but do not obstruct my path or this panel. The injectors are still unstable.”

A warning chirp sounded as he adjusted the plasma flow regulator, one hand moving with practiced precision across the LCARS interface. Emergency code overlays continued to cycle. He rerouted auxiliary coolant from the secondary loop, manually overriding the system’s safety interlocks.

Soot clung to the ridges of his forehead, and the room smelled of scorched plating and ionized coolant.

He glanced at the damage control teams moving between bulkheads and bent piping.

“We’ll hold, Doctor. But only if no one slows us down.”

¥ Major Vektul ¥
Chief Engineer
USS Memorial

BUMP

Lance started to check and scan. The major it was a miracle that he was not burned when the ex Chief caught fire. Still the brain scan he will look over later. He moved one to the person and his team started to move people to the hallway so the engineers that were still on their feet can do their job and to keep the wounded together so the doctor can work on them quickly.

OCC: hey if you need some help vektul Lance did engineering as a secondary in the academy.