[snip]

[o] Green to services. We need a clean up crew on the bridge. Bio-matter protocols [c]

=/\= Services here, we’ll be up shortly. =/\= Came a male return voice.

Turning away he knelt down to start removing panels on the underside in preparation for the crew to come up. The large man didn’t fit well there but their safety had been compromised on more than one level. That thing had blew through filters too. It was taking time to get

• Green and El

Naomi listened to the answer over the communications. Her head tilted enough to keep tabs on the hostile still struggling in the net. She had put as much distance between them as possible, not trusting the materials to hold forever. She had already suffered enough head trauma and she didn’t need more.

When the pistol fired, she flinched at the sound. Globs of blood poured from the creature until its death throes finished. Thankfully, she had made sure not to be in the trajectory of the exit wound.

When the gravity came on, she lowered like the rest. Her knees bent and she caught her balance easy enough. Unlike the others, she checked herself over for goop.

“Somehow, I managed to avoid it.” Her eyes widened at the mess left.

“Umm, Captain, should I collect samples of the creature’s blood? I’m not sure it’s helpful now, but it might be later.” Her voice held some hesitation in what she said, but the intentions to be useful were there.

-Lt. Naomi D. Locke, Sci

Marceau, on his way out with the other goop covered officers, nodded. “Yes, Lieutenant. Just in case it ends up being useful.”

With everyone back on their feet NE Guy came over and as Naomi spoke he did too. “..I can get a sample prepped for review later. I too doubt anything is gleaned from it but you never know. having one in deep freeze would help us refine internal sensors if we ever have something like this happen again..” He explained.

Looking at the weapons console, it was quite clear the targeting and firing controls were shot and would require quite some time to fully repair, they would even need to meet up with a cargo ship to get the repair parts or return to Earth directly for repairs. In the meantime any weapon orders to target and fire would have to be done from the armory. Tactical scanners for detecting ships and the like were damaged on the console but parts were on hand to replace those given an hour or two.

GM CockRoach

“Exactly.” Naomi agreed as she grabbed a tube and a spatula, stepping closer to the CO.

She gently scrapped off a dangling glob and plopped it into the tube. Sealing it, she began to help the NE collect other samples to shortly analyze.

Nkosenye stood at the back conferring with the Armory officers. How someone that large had managed to come onto the bridge without being acknowledged before was a mystery, but he was making notes on on a pad and recording who had been exposed and who was clear.

Nkosenye, AC

El got onto the lift with the Lt who was pretty .. gooey. El wrinkled her nose with the smell and wondered how the Lt was taking it. It wasn’t quite as bad (to her) as that Worker Bee smell from a month ago that she still was reminded of now and again if only in effigy by now. “Not your normal shift,” she commented to her, speaking of the day on a new world and now this. She glimpsed Lt Green making a disgusted face as he looked at the console and kept in mind what she was supposed to do before returning to the bridge. By now this was likely news all over the ship; gossip like this traveled faster than data on an opti-cable.

Helena shook her head, “No, not it is not. Even after all my years in the fleet, I can say this is one of the most not normal shifts ever.” Given the amount of destruction and life just one of those things took, Helena thought she might prefer to go head to head with Naussicans again. “Glad you managed to avoid the goo.” Helena breathed shallowly through her mouth. The stink was pretty bad.

Meanwhile Green was growing more unhappy. How could a creature like that do so much damage with its nails?! On glass and metal! His mother’s cat had a propensity to shred an old chair that she kept patiently upholstering, but that was cloth. He started to have concerns about parts availability in this detail and, while waiting, stopped to make a note that the ship’s inventory should have a replacement set of such sensitive controls. To be taken out so easily with no repair? There should be some jury rigging possible. He’d get the team on that; they were too far out to start going hat in hand because of a big alien bug.
El and Green

Cmdr. Grace - XO/CSO

Marceau followed the others onto the lift. An NE helped Ensign Conlon to get him to Sickbay.

~ Capt Renault

Helena moved all the way to the back of the lift so there was room to move Conlon safely and so he was the first off the lift and into sickbay. He had managed to avoid getting hit and she didn’t want to drip on him.

Laursen, pilot

Once everyone entered the lift, Naomi chuckled. “I’m so glad I didn’t get that stuff on me. It reeks.”

-Lt. Naomi D. Locke, Sci

A few minutes later three NE service techs came onto the bridge with haz mat suits on. Seeing the mess they groaned a bit, “..Urgh that is a horrible stench! What happened?” One asked as they got to work cautiously.

GM CockRoach