Posted by Commander Ryder Raauhl (Executive Officer) in SPT-ST Prolog: The Galactic Doughnut - All senior staff summoned

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in SPT-ST Prolog: The Galactic Doughnut - All senior staff summoned

Posted by Commander Ryder Raauhl (Executive Officer) in SPT-ST Prolog: The Galactic Doughnut - All senior staff summoned
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About 20 minutes later, Casela returned to the CIC, three very large coffee mugs in hand. She handed one to Cobb, one to Raauhl and then took the other with her as she sat down staring at the screen. After a moment she pulled up the crew manifest for the ship and then the atmospheric readings on the planet where they had landed after escaping the ship.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Cobb accepted the mug with gratitude, although disappointment came quickly when he failed to spot any doughnuts, of the non-anomalous kind of course, to accompany the coffee.

“Thanks” Raauhl said smiling and taking the mug and sipped from it the bitter sweet taste that was coffee made him feel some what more awake. “Computer activate the holographic image, centre the anomaly and display surrounding sector including this ship” The computer acknowledged and Raauhl moved to the centre table. The rooms lights dimmed to allow optimal viewing of the holographic display thought he book rooms were still lit enough to work on the consoles.

The holographic display had centred the large doughnut shaped anomaly and the Leviathan was displayed some distance away. “Computer display telemetry and distances from the Leviathan to the Anomaly.” Again it acknowledged and in addition to the Leviathans registry and state showed course, heading, speed and now distance to the anomaly.

=^= CIC to Away team, notify us when you depart we’ll be tracking from here, open comms.=^= he sipped his coffee, “I really like this table.” he smiled at Casela and said to anyone who was listening.

Casela stepped over to the display, sipping her coffee, it never ceased to amaze her. “I would love one of these on Valkyrja. Might need to ask Durheim about it when he gets back.” She grinned. The amount of information and recon she could do from a distance with a table like that. “Too bad we don’t have another one. I’d like to get a look at the planet where the crew evacuated. “Based on the initial interference from the planet’s atmosphere, we should anticipate wounded. Escape pods are just that, for escape. They don’t have a lot of maneuverability and most probably crash landed. We might even need to go searching for some of them.”

OOC: For anyone who hasnt seen this is the layout for the CIC and what Raauhl is talking about - https://ibb.co/qsbZKnm also consider the lights dimming like in ST:Discovery during black alert.

• Cmdr Raauhl, XO

Coffee mug still in hand, Zachariah Strolled to the central console and gazed silently at the holographic display. In truth it was a sight to be marvelled at - a perfectly rounded, frosted doughnut. And yet somehow it had gained, or been baked with, the power to manipulate all matter around it? Into anything it desired? Or was the doughnut itself merely another manifestation, with the strings being pulled by more powerful and, as yet unseen, hands. The captain groaned.

“You ever encountered a Q?” his query directed to Raauhl and Synthi-er both. “I’ve only ever read of them but, this reminds me of the kind of meaningless chaos one of them might create. Unless,” his eyes fixed upon the doughnut once more, “I am missing something about the pastry’s true intentions?”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Casela paused, her gaze very far away. “Aye, Captain, I have.” She sipped at her coffee, pacing away and then back again. “The Q don’t use meaningless chaos. It appears so to us, but what they do has a purpose. They see themselves as almost deities, a wise elder, for lack of a better word, and humanity a child they are trying to teach, to fill our potential. If this was related to the Q there would be one here now, antagonizing us into solving the puzzle. And if the donut attacked (forgot the name of the ship) and was put their by Q we wouldn’t be here. Q likes the crew it selects to solve their own problems.”
Lt Synthi-er, CNS

“I agree, I dont think this is anything to do with the continuum however something more is at play here. He continued to sip his coffee, “And I hope to never have to deal with the Q but if we do there’s a special place next to Dave for them if they ever dare.” Raauhl had no intentions of playing a ‘Q’s’ game for cat and mouse.

• Cmdr Raauhl, XO

To Cobb’s left, a terminal screen displayed an image of the Leviathan’s shuttle bay. He had been paying it the occasional glance as the away team conducted pre-flight checks and then began to board. But now he turned fully to grant the scene his full attention.

“They’re away,” he commented to the others, as on the screen, the shuttle lifted with only a tiny wobble and then disappeared out of the huge bay door…

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Raauhl sucked in a deep breath and crossed his arms following the display careful with his eyes, “I hate this waiting part.” It was the one thing he hated as XO, being the one to order others towards the dangers and not take them himself but he trusted and had faith in his officers.

• Cmdr Raauhl, XO

Casela raised a brow out of understanding. Waiting was hard. Patience was one thing, but waiting for others to do something and twiddling your thumbs was a thorn in her side. Addressing both Cobb and Raauhl, “There are going to be a lot of people coming on board, if they survived. We’re going to need quarters for all of them, or somewhere for them to stay. And sickbay can only hold so many. We have beta sickbay but it’s not really safe for non anomalies. They will need a triage area. And readings indicate that transporters won’t work on the planet, auxiliary space craft need to be prepped for search and rescue.” There, plenty for Raauhl and Cobb to keep themselves busy. Casela looked back at the display on her chair, linked to Fenrir’s systems. “It appears the away team was getting ready to make their attempt.”
Lt Synthi-er, CNS

Raauhl had to agree with Casela, the sickbays could be about to become very busy “Get on the Voice Trumpet and instruct the medical personnel down in Laa-Laa land to prepare for a mass casualty situation, there’s no dipsy-ing about to be done so if we need to use the holodecks so be it, I’m sure the sun baby won’t mind the program being paused for some time until this nuu-nuu of a problem has been dealt with.” He paused and felt his stomach rumble, “Oh and can we see about getting some food brought up, I fancy one of those everlasting twinky-winkys…” No that didn’t sound right, “Po! Sorry, they’re called Twinkies, those beige sweet soft things that the 21st-century Humans used to love.” He had heard about Twinkies when watching an old Earth classic Zombieland though for some reason large multicoloured creatures with viewscreens for stomachs invaded his mind. Odd.

• Cmdr Raauhl, Mission Complete.

Voice Trumpet? At first Casela thought he was being funny, on purpose. Then the longer he talked, the more…disjointed and nonsense his words became. What in the world was wrong with him? She pulled a tricorder out of that bag she always kept stashed behind her chair and got up walking towards him scanning him as she paced around him. The tricorder didn’t show anything obvious wrong with him, physically. But because of that never shuts off, never gets quiet, growing every minute, connection between them she was positive he wasn’t mentally okay at the moment. Stuffed creatures with viewscreens for stomachs? Along with the slurred…or nonsense words interspersed with this orders and commentary. And he never rambled like that. “Captain it is my professional opinion that Cmdr Raauhl is suffering from mental fatigue. I’m removing him from the CIC before it impairs his judgement.” She took him by the arm, “Come on Cmdr. We’ll find you a Twinkie.” Once in the turblift she tapped her combadge. =^=Synthi-er to sickbay. Send someone to the XOs quarters as soon as possible.=^= She was pretty sure it was mental fatigue but a good once over by the doctor wouldn’t hurt either.
Lt Synthi-er, Challenge accepted