Posted by Gamemaster Narwhal the nefarious (GMT) in [AE] - Deck 29 section 14

Posted by Commander Garinder’Jen th’Jir (Executive Officer) in [AE] - Deck 29 section 14

Posted by Gamemaster Narwhal the nefarious (GMT) in [AE] - Deck 29 section 14
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The creaking, whirring, and vibrating against the ship’s hull grew louder, each sound reverberating through the metal like an ominous drumbeat. The engineers stood tense and ready, their eyes fixed on the source of the unsettling noise. Makeshift defensive barricades offered scant comfort, and the hand phasers they clutched seemed inadequate against the unknown threat.

“I hope we get some troops soon,” murmured one of the junior engineers, his voice a tremor barely audible over the cacophony.

The senior engineer, trying to project calm, glanced towards the barricades. “Stay focused,” he urged, though his own nerves were fraying. “Whatever it is, we’ll handle it together. Just keep your eyes open and be ready.”

As the metallic groaning intensified, the engineers exchanged anxious glances. The ship shuddered again, and it felt as though the very hull was being twisted and manipulated by some unseen force.

The emergency comms crackled to life, and the familiar voice of a marine sergeant brought a flicker of hope. “Engineering, this is Sergeant Androv. We’re en route to your location. Hold your position and prepare to fall back to safer quarters if necessary.”

The junior engineer exhaled a shaky breath. “Thank goodness,” he muttered, his grip on the phaser tightening as he tried to steady his nerves.

The senior engineer nodded, his eyes never leaving the direction of the sound. “Help is on the way,” he reassured the team. “Just a little longer.”

The sounds outside the hull reached a fever pitch, the vibrations rattling through their bones. The engineers, fortified by the promise of reinforcements, braced themselves for whatever was to come, their hearts pounding in unison with the escalating cacophony. In the darkness of space, far from home, they stood on the precipice of an unknown encounter, one that would test their courage and resolve to its limits.

Gamemaster Narwhal the nefarious
GMT
USS Atlantis

With no sign of the Marines or command staff the first signs that the intruders were finally penetrating the hull was the sparks flying into the corridor opposite the makeshift barricade, signalling that they had breached the full. It wouldn’t be long until who ever it was would be on the ship.

Gamemaster Narwhal the nefarious
GMT
USS Atlantis

‘Bobby’ Lee as he preferred to be called moved was not impressive on the outside. Brown eyes shrouded by dirty blond hair peered down the corridor. Dim lighting didn’t hinder him as much as his eyes flickering from the corridor ahead to the scanner that he held in his hand set for life/energy sign detection that penetrated more barriers than his eyes. He was on point with the Sergeant behind him. As a descendant of Robert E Lee from that fated war centuries back he was both proud and shy of his pedigree, having grown up like his predecessors in Virginia and trying to live up to that name. Hence Bobby was preferred and any ancestry of his kept on a low profile - something he was trying to do as he hugged the corridor wall. When things hit the fan earlier he had wound up on the top of a pile of his buddies as they all had careened into a mix of kit and packs and each other. Not the most elegant of saves but it had been a softer landing than many had had. He sported bruises and a black eye but nothing had been broken.

“Approaching section 14,” he said. “I’m reading thermal spikes ahead. AI saying its cutters. Four life signs ahead behind a barricade. All ID as friendlies.” He could hear what was happening as well as any, but training said to report what he had too. The sergeant would figure it out from there. He gripped the phaser rifle tighter. The reports said that the aliens were just getting to test warp engines. Their tech surely couldn’t get them through duranium hulls that easy. Was it the Rommies? “Switching scanner full on to life sign readings,” he said. Might as well. It was a mute point with sparks flashing to think they needed to scan to tell them someone was cutting through.
- NE Pvt Lee

OOC: Bump .. Gene

Scans revealed that contrary to initial suspicions of Romulan involvement, it was the Narvhalarians who had breached the duranium hull. The cutting tools employed by the Narvhalarians were a marvel of engineering ingenuity, utilising a combination of plasma and Atherlium to fashion a laser-like precision cutter. This technology, though slow in its application, demonstrated unparalleled effectiveness in penetrating duranium, a notoriously resilient material in starship construction.

Gamemaster Narwhal the nefarious
GMT
USS Atlantis

One of the security officers who had made it to the breaching point was the first to report their findings, “They’re into Romulans, they’re Narvhalarians, five of them I can tell if they’re armed… What should we do?”

Gamemaster Narwhal the nefarious
GMT
USS Atlantis

“Let’s not first contact by fragging them if we can help it,” Bobby said, more to himself than to his fellow marines. He looked again at the scanner and shook his head, rubbing an itching nose with his thumb. Frowning, he sighed, suddenly was out of his element. First contact was an officer thing. Marines were taught to be flexible and adaptable; they tended to just be better brawlers than talkers.

“I’m guessing they are here to help?” he said, ‘or take advantage’ his thoughts said.

“Defensive formation,” he said. “I’ll contact the XO.”

=^= Lee to Commander th’Jir. Sir we’re at the breach. It’s Narvhalarians. Five of them. Your orders? =^=

=^= Defend if attacked. The UT has their language. Determine intent. If they are there to help see how they might help. I’ll contact the bridge. Jen out. =^=

“Swell,” Jen thought …
- Bobby Lee, Pvt marine

Bumping for replies - I’ll leave this until Wednesday and progress.

Gamemaster Narwhal the nefarious
GMT
USS Atlantis

An unhappy Andorian emerged from the shadows of the corridor. “Report,” Jen said.
Bobby Lee reported. “Narvhalarians, sir. Five of them. They’ve not come out yet. We’ve not tried to make contact.”

=^= Engineering. Jen here. Deck 29 Section 14. We need two portable force field generators up here pronto unless you’ve gotten power to the automatics here. We have a hull breach here caused by the Narvhalarians. Even if they’ve sealed it behind them somehow I’d rather not take chances. =^=

With that, Jen stepped out to the front of the cordon. “Cover me,” he said quietly.

“Hello!” he called out. “I am Commander th’Jir of the Starship Atlantis of the United Federation of Planets. We greet you.”

That wasn’t exactly the grandest statement ever but Jen wasn’t in a mood for eloquence. Perhaps he would change his tune if he knew that they weren’t going to come in blasting but then he didn’t know what to expect. He gritted his teeth; the pain suppressant for his leg was wearing thin. What in the seven icy layers had happened to the Captain?
- Jen, XO
Jen, XO