Posted by Colonel Jaxon “Hawk” Hammond (Commander, Air Group (CAG)) in Comms Meeting With The Ships

Posted by Gamemaster GMT Phoenix (GMT) in Comms Meeting With The Ships

Posted by Captain Freja Andreassen (Commanding Officer) in Comms Meeting With The Ships
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OOC: Hey Kira, hope you don’t mind, I needed something to post about. :)

IC:

=^=Andreassen to senior staff, a reminder, we have a meeting with our fellow ships in about ten minutes over comms, please have any pertinent notes to our situation ready to discuss,=^= Freja tapped her badge again and took a brief moment to sit in her command chair just soaking it in.

She needed the minute, she realized, not having had the minute to decompress from the rather disturbing experience near the swarm. Admittedly, because she had spent her life generally not relying on her psionic abilities, experiences with them often left her feeling…unsettled.

At least the nebula seemed to have the effect they needed.

~Freja Andreassen~

=^= On my way Captain.=^= Bob replied he turned to his team as he left.
“Keep working on finding a way to utilise the ionisation radiation I’ll be in a meeting if anyone needs me.” With that he headed to the bridge and to the briefing room.

Lt. Bob Jeffers (CE)

Soon, all the captains of the fleet appeared on screen, their faces drawn with tension, fear, and the heavy weight of uncertainty. At the center of one feed sat Captain T’Mora, her Caitian features unnaturally still—ears laid back, her golden eyes dull and unfocused, her usually well-groomed fur slightly disheveled, as if she lacked the energy or will to tend to herself.

To her left sat Commander Thol, the Bolian officer’s bright blue skin contrasting sharply with the gloom that hung over the meeting. His normally easygoing demeanor was nowhere to be found, his posture rigid, hands clasped tightly in his lap. He said nothing, but the furrow of his brow and the set of his jaw spoke to the helpless frustration simmering beneath the surface.

On T’Mora’s right, her Bajoran first officer sat close, her expression a delicate mix of professionalism and compassion. One hand rested gently on T’Mora’s paw—an unspoken gesture of support rarely seen between senior officers, but one that spoke volumes of the bond forged by trauma.

Despite the fear, despite the sheer impossibility of what they were facing, all eyes inevitably turned to Captain Andreassen. The screens flickered slightly, the silence heavy with expectation. There were no easy answers—perhaps no answers at all. But answers weren’t what they needed most right now.

They needed someone to lead.

Kira The Weasel
GMT Phoenix

“I guess I’ll start,” Freja spoke, she could feel the expectation of the less experienced captains, “Our enemy isn’t keen to follow us into the nebula. My crew is working on some ways to perhaps use that knowledge to fight them. The sample we brought aboard basically fell apart after we entered the nebula as well. Something about this nebula is toxic to them.”

“Our first priority needs to be killing this swarm. Before it absorbs another ship, another planet, another person,” she took a deep breath, “I sensed things telepathically, the swarm is not going to stop on its own.”

“Would anyone else like the floor?” She invited.

~Freja Andreassen~

Bob had been watching and listening, it seemed like a perfect opportunity to chime in. He cleared his throat awkwardly before speaking up.
“Permission to speak Captain?” He asked.

Lt. Bob Jeffers (CE)

“Granted, this is my chief engineer, Lt. Jeffers,” Freja nodded at Bob to say what he wanted to say.

~Freja Andreassen~

OOC sorry for the delay I have just been so wiped out from work I have not had the energy to post

The species representatives and captains all looked on Bob expectantly however it was Shara who spoke the Changling giving a soft smile “Yes Of course Starfleets famous Engineers who can take Rocks and make replicators I should have known it might come down to them”

Kira The Weasel
GMT Phoenix

Hammond walked in, gave the captain an appoligetic looks and sat down in the first availiable seat. “Six, Kilo”, he said softly. Kilo took up possiton on the floor behind his chair laying down behind but aleart.

Bob cleared his throat to give himself time before speaking.
“Thank you Captain. We’ve taken a look at a sample we’ve had of the evil ship monsters. Interestingly, it grows when it absorbs any form of matter. However, entering the nebula seems to have destroyed it completely. We’ve found that the ionising radiation of the nebula kills it. We’re currently working on a way to weaponise the radiation.” Bob explained and waited for any questions.

Lt. Bob Jeffers (CE)

“Would it be possible and or practical to infuse some torpedoes with this particular mix of radiation?” Freja asked.

~Freya Andreassen~

“We think so ma’am” said Ensign Rallis an Andorian who had come up with Bob for the meeting She was not trying to overstep her bounds or anything just trying to be helpful with input “We also believe that Utilizing the old style of Hull Polarization on top of shields will give us the best protection against whatever this Entity is We also have some EV suits using forcefield emmiters and holo emitters to create a shielded suit of sorts it wont last long maybe 6 incounters with the entity but It should give anyone needing to go into a ship with such an infection the ability to get something done…hopefully” she said

Kira The Weasel
GMT Phoenix

Col. Hammond spoked up, as his fighters had taken serious casualties in their first engagement. His tone was clear and unshaken, years of battle had hardened him, still this was about as wierd as he had seen. “If it will helps, The Fleet Angles have runabouts and shuttles with advanced sensor arrays and shielding , it may prove usefull if we plan on any kind of insertion.” he noted. “If we do send someone in, I would suggest letting my marines handle the boarding and escourt, maybe even Recon one, as well.” he noted and paused, “Anything that can be done to give my birds a fighting chance would be welcome” he finished.

Colonel Jaxon ‘Hawk’ Hammond
Commander 77th Air-Ground Task Foce “Iron Valkyries” (CAG)

T’mora spoke up, her voice trembling with fear. “Do we know if there’s any way to reverse this? Is my friend really gone?” It was Commander Thol who answered—grimly.

“I don’t believe that’s possible,” he said, his tone flat. “From what I scanned—while running for my life, mind you—the thing breaks down genetic code and absorbs it, fusing the lost crew and tech into itself. It’s… consuming them.”

He paused, letting the horror of that truth settle over the room before continuing.

“As I mentioned during our escape, phasers set to maximum kill only stun the larger biomatter patches for about forty-five seconds—at most. The highest stun setting can disinfect surfaces or items, but only if they’re not already covered in that stuff. If they are, the biomatter just… shakes it off.”

He shook his head.

“That’s just our hand phasers. I imagine the ship’s weapons could overwhelm its regenerative abilities—but even that’s not guaranteed.”

Kira The Weasel
GMT Phoenix