Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in MPT-LS: Year of Hell - CIC Bridge - Setting out (all welcome)

Posted by Ensign Juliet Anders (Security Officer / RTF) in MPT-LS: Year of Hell - CIC Bridge - Setting out (all welcome)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Adam Magnusson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in MPT-LS: Year of Hell - CIC Bridge - Setting out (all welcome)
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At that same moment, the current from Durheim’s appendage made contact with the ‘other’ Cobb and resulted in a curious sight - for a brief second, as blue arcs of electricity surged through the thing’s body, it was as if the man was made wholly of water, waves churning against a translucent skin that was no more than a fleshy tank. Then immediately the Cobb-form returned, skin now melting like ice beneath burning sun, hollow eyes fixing onto Jonathan Durheim and casting a pitiful and torturous glance. Then with a noise as of rushing current, the entity disintegrated into a column of blue water, its shape held for a breath before spilling like a wave all across the CIC floor.

The last thing the crew would see, was each drop scurrying towards the room’s edges, as if enacting self-preservation at an individual, molecular level.

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Casela jumped back out of the way when Durheim’s arms launched themselves at the fake Cobb. She had hoped to get more interaction before the water Cobb became dangerous, but as it was with anomalies nothing when as they hoped. She watched the water retreat and deftly moved to stay out of contact with it.

“Computer seal the CIC, and erect a level 2 biological forcefield” Raauhl said having watched the situation unfold, he had trusted the others to do thier jobs and it was going well until the entity or whatever it was disintegrated and they had to contain it so he decided now was the time to step in, “Captain it appears something has joined us on our journey, likly from the staarbase and as you could see was mimicking your appearance.

• Cmdr Raaubhl, XO

“Well I’ll be damned,” Zachariah exclaimed, momentarily mesmerised by the sight of the retreating water.

Jonathan had generally expected one or two possibilities, or variations thereof, to occur with his attack - humans generally behaved rather predictably when high voltage was applied. Mr. Cobb turning into water was decidedly not one of those things; and he couldn’t help but be caught off guard for a moment, an expression of shock and curiosity writ plain on his face as he stood there, arms still outstretched.

As the water(?) splashed across his sturdy boots, the engineer snapped back into action; leaping back to minimize contact with the anomaly, hand darting into a cargo pocket and searching for something to obtain a sample with. Seizing a rag and a containment pouch, he attempted to get at least some of the water as it scattered to the corners of the room; absently wondering if any of the consoles were in danger of getting shorted out.

WO Durheim, CE

For a brief second, the sight of Durheim gathering a few droplets for further analysis caused a ripple of fear to cascade through Zachariah Cobb, as if the substance on the floor could have some tenuous connection to his own biological constitution. But the gravity of the situation refused pause for idle thoughts and so quickly the captain appended the First Officer’s order with “Contain all of it. Don’t let a single drop get away!”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Striding over to the bridges only replicator Raauhl put in the specifications for an airtight liquid and gas container made from a non-conductive material and a set of gloves. The container and protective wear appeared in a whirl of blue. The Trill commander donned the gloves and picked up the see-through torpedo looking device which had a plunger at one end to suck in the liquid and was made entirely of glass, the device seemed to come with a double wall which was vacuumed. “Where is it?” He asked having popped the lid and began walking over to Durheim who seemed to be doing a bit of a jig. Kneeling down he attempted to capture all the liquid.

• Commander Raauhl, XO

The liquid offered little resistance to Raauhl’s suction device, each drop running into the tube to join its brethren in their churning, swirling mass. Occasionally the mass would begin to take form - a tiny hand, a taper-thin tentacle, a doll-sized foot - but each time the form would be lost within seconds and dissolve back into the amorphous dark goo.

Meanwhile on the deck, those droplets still far from the reach of the Commander’s plunger seemed to flow in the opposite direction, as if in an attempt at escape…

• Goo

Adam eyed the liquid with a mix of suspicion and curiosity, there wasn’t much of a reaction on his face but the slight lean towards and gave away the impression. He looked at how the officers reacted and how the crew took it in relative stride, although this was far from normal they seemed at least used to the idea of something as odd as this occurring.

CIO

Cobb caught the slight shift in the Intelligence Chief’s posture and stepped over to him.
“Nothing like being thrown in at the deep end, eh, Mr Magnusson?” he chuckled, before adding in a more concerned tone, “Although I was not expecting the pool to be reflecting my own face. I would like you to contact the starbase and see if they are missing anything from their own, possibly inadequate, containment?”

Adam’s reaction to the Captains amused comment was a slight nod. He didn’t have anything to say regarding that, the man did speak the truth. “Yes Captain” He said to CObb’s orders and moved to a communications console.

Casela looked around. There were at least 2 members of the RTF on the CIC at the moment and everyone was just watching Raauhl chase the thing around with a pipette. Well that sealed it, she was going to have to let Vonn put her through her paces so she could resume her RTF duties. So many people were going to yell at her for that.
Watching the ‘water’ “Computer add a level 2 chemical forcefield to the biological one.” She looked from Cobb to Raauhl, “Better over cautious.” She sighed and slapped her combadge. =/\=Synthi-er to Vonn. We have an anomaly loose on the CIC. Level 2 biological and chemical forcefields have been erected in an attempt to keep it here.=/\=
Lt Synth-er, CNS

Cobb nodded to the Counselor’s suggestion of an additional chemical field.

Jonathan was ‘experienced’ with anomalies, true; but his expertise was with containment and neutralization; not capture. His work almost always came after the more exciting bits. As such, he gladly yielded the floor to Mr. Raauhl’s more effective actions. Turning towards the fleeing drops, he made a note of where they went; before moving over to the replicator. Instead of a siphon, he requested a fogger loaded with liquid helium - thinking that freezing the animated water may be an effective, if temporary way to stop their escape.

Quickly popping the panels off of the consoles, a short blast supercooled the cramped space underneath. Before too long, the temperature on the bridge had noticeably dropped.

-WO Durheim, Refrigeration Apprentice

Casela was relieved to see someone was attempting to contain this other than Raauhl. She could feel it though, annoynace, irritation, disappointment, and anger welling up. She’d not felt that way about this crew in a long time.

OOC: I love this! Really inventive!

IC: “By the gods, Mr Durheim. Are you trying to replicate Chief Vonn’s living conditions right here on the bridge?” Zachariah roared, wrapping arms around his own body as if to ward off the biting chill.

She laughed, and it wasn’t exactly humor, there was some but there was something else. “It would have to be A LOT colder for that Cpt. That’s not a bad idea though, Durheim might want to look at how Chief Vonn’s quarters maintain that level of cold.”

Meanwhile beneath the consoles, as the cloud of helium vapour reached the escaping particles, they began to move with noticeably decreasing speed. No longer flowing as water, now the tiny drops appeared more like sticky gum, each one stretching out in an attempt to reach each other, until the coating of frost entombed them in a hardened outer shell and they fell motionless, scattered across the deck like poisonous and discarded sweets.

• Captain Zachariah Cobb / Goo

Casela walked over to her chair and pulled the RTF bag she had stowed behind it out. She tossed it on the chair, opened it and pulled out the componets for a portable containment unit and quick order she had a box the size of a paper case. “No idea if it’s big enough, Durheim but it gives us a start.” She fiddled with the controls and set the unit for a level 2 biological and chemical containment field and the environmental controls to contain the liquid helium’s conditions. A small force field was erected in the top of the box to allow the ‘water’ to be inserted. She muttered under her breath, “I’m not RTF anymore, but since our on deck RTF agents aren’t doing anything, it’s a good thing I’m prepared.” Oh yeah everyone heard her and she didn’t care. This is what Vonn had tried to talk to Cobb about days ago. The fact that everyone was looking at Cobb for permission to do their jobs. RTF agents dropped EVERYTHING when their was an anomaly to contain. And yet they were standing still.

She carried the box over to Raauhl first, “Cmdr.” And then returned to the bag and took out a scientific and a medical tricorder, flipped both open and started scanning the creepy frozen sweets.

Adam sent an encrypted message to Starbase 237 requesting a check on any missing anomalies since the ship last docked there. He used the unfamiliar encryption and codes he’d memorized during his travels to the Leviathan, he was certain that there were only a handful of people on that base that could both unlock the encryption and read the message, the correct amount of paranoia and security to his mind.

CIO

Juliet had pressed the Captain back towards the wall as the ‘water entity’ dissolved. Unsure if it would explode or merely drop she had shielded the man the best she could. Once things had calmed and the clean up was underway, she stepped back and stayed at the Captain’s side as he moved into the bridge.

A tight shaft of thought moved into Cas’ mind as the others worked on their assignments. “Did you sense anything from it before…” there was a pause as she sought the right words. “Before it dissolved? If its sentient, we should get it to containment and let it coalesce. I didn’t sense malevolence from it. But it may just be I was too far away. “ She was overly cautious, perhaps more than most. But it also occurred to her that they had possibly just caused injury to the… thing. And that didn’t sit well with her, either.

She shook her head, rubbing her temples. Telepathy was a useful tool but hers wasn’t working right and avoiding a seizure at the moment was paramount. She’d gone mind to mind with a couple of anomalies, it wasn’t worth the risk now.

Glancing back at the Captain, she made sure he was all right before taking up a position close enough to protect him once more if something else happened. “And I’d stay clear of the canister, Sir,” she added as an aside to the CO. “It took your form for a reason. Good or bad, I’d rather not have to sort you two out again.”

Juliet
“Jewels”
RTF

Casela forced a good natured laugh, “I think, Sir, they’ve fogotten you are a Dominion War vet and could take us all out quite easily if you wanted.” The control on her wrist beeped. “Fenrir’s in the lift. We can either drop the fields or someone with command authorization can beam him in through the field.”
OOC: Yeah…old Casela came to say hi.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS and apparently back on RTF now

A column of swirling lights heralded an incoming transporter activation. Soon, the lights swirled around and coalesced into the form of the RTF Commander, the Breen Vonn. The helmet swiveled around and the disruptor sait in an armored gloved hand. “Report on anomaly status, Lieutenant Synthi-er.” the voice said flatly.

Vonn, RCO